After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

A curtain of emerald green wind swords shot towards the Fourth Elder with a whooshing sound.

A bloody hand tore through the sword curtain and reached straight for her.

Instead of dodging, Shi Yan stepped forward.

Before the bloody hand could grab her shoulder, Shi Yan had already handed her the sword.

It was an almost ethereal, formless... pale white sword.

The fierce sword energy pierced his chest, shattering his Qi Sea and Niwan point almost instantly. Shi Yan watched as the old man, who looked withered beyond recognition in an instant, staggered and collapsed beside him.

His Qi Sea and Niwan were shattered; his lifelong pursuit of immortality had all vanished like a bubble.

For the Fourth Elder, whose lifespan was nearing its end, this was undoubtedly a death sentence. Moreover... it was the kind of sentence where he could die in the next minute, the next second.

Oh--

He may not even have a chance to be afraid.

The clear, resonant roar of the tiger, which dispelled evil, shattered his sea of ​​consciousness almost simultaneously.

Perhaps... in the few days he has left, he will only be able to lie there paralyzed, babbling incessantly.

Shi Yan's right hand trembled, the excessively violent and ferocious aura even cutting open her own palm.

She didn't care, she just looked at the Second Elder standing there from a distance, and the Third Elder and Fifth Elder who rushed over in a panic.

The old man standing in the middle of the open space with a complicated expression was the only person from the Shi family who might have just stopped him.

But... he didn't.

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Buying wine with ten spirit stones buys you a favor.

This allowed him to remain impartial even under such circumstances.

In return... Shi Yan did not directly behead his brothers and comrades.

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The old man and the young man stared at each other from dozens of meters away, their expressions sorrowful.

Their lips moved almost simultaneously.

"..."

Part 48. Are you a pervert? [First Update]

With his lips pursed, Shi Yan left amidst the somewhat awe-inspiring gazes of the onlookers from the Shi family who had come to witness the spectacle, clenching his right hand.

A tearing pain kept coming from the palm of his right hand, and thick blood dripped from his fingertips.

The noise behind me was very loud.

but--

It has nothing to do with Shi Yan anymore.

Second Elder, no... Second Grandfather told her to go back and rest properly.

He'll handle the rest.

Before leaving, the old man made a forced, playful joke at the girl's expense.

After two days apart, Shi Yan's physique had become much "robust".

Seeing the old man's reluctant and helpless gaze, Shi Yan realized with some embarrassment what had happened... She hadn't changed her clothes after rushing back from Yinghua City today. Underneath her robe was the tube top she had taken from Hua Xiangrong, not a breast wrap.

She raised her left hand and gently touched her chest.

That ancient jade was already deeply embedded in the warm, secluded valley.

I must say... that feeling of being a little free and unrestrained is much more comfortable than always being entangled.

After all, no matter what.

A bra wrap can compress a girl's body.

Especially with a beautiful figure like Shi Yan, if the binding is applied with a little too much force, the girl will feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, and chest pain.

I've heard it can even lead to breastfeeding difficulties in the future...

Shi Yan's steps suddenly stopped, and he almost stumbled and fell. The girl's ears were stained crimson with blood, and her eyes, which had just been filled with murderous intent, were now filled with shyness.

Pupil earthquake.

What on earth am I thinking?

I wanted to get out of the quagmire of overthinking, but... my mind had already conjured up a series of famous scenes.

I can't keep thinking like this, I can't keep thinking like this.

Shi Yan covered his burning face with both hands.

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The grudges have been settled.

To defeat an enemy of a higher level.

The combined pleasure brought Shi Yan a sense of relaxation she had never experienced before.

Back in his room, Shi Yan shakily swiped open the character attribute panel with his right hand.

[Name: Shi Yan]

Race: Human

Gender: Female / Celestial Status: Male

【Charm: Graceful and Ethereal】

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Realm, Stage 3, "Hit by a Bottleneck"]

【…】

My mood, which was just now quite pleasant, suddenly turned a bit more depressed.

After finally defeating the Fourth Elder, who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage, he was stuck again by this "experience cap".

Thinking about the cultivation he had wasted in the past three days, Shi Yan felt as if his heart was bleeding.

The Shadow Demon Lord, the incarnation of the demon soul in the Spirit Realm.

While unconscious... there seemed to be an endless stream of logs connecting him and Hua Xiangrong.

And the Fourth Elder just now—

If I could plan things out properly, I might have already broken through to the ninth level of Qi Refining and was heading towards the Foundation Establishment stage.

Can...

Luck is something that can never be controlled.

"I don't want to think about it too much." Shi Yan rummaged through the wardrobe with one hand, trying to find something to bandage her wound.

She planned to bandage her wounds before making a breakthrough.

After searching high and low, it turned out that only her own breast wrap was the most suitable.

and--

The most embarrassing thing is... I don't know why, but I should have had several rolls of silk before I went to the market, but now I only have one roll left.

Shi Yan was immediately caught in a dilemma.

Use it to bandage yourself... You're going to "let loose" again tomorrow.

I shouldn't use it... The blood is still slowly trickling down my fingertips.

The wounds inflicted by the fierce and malevolent aura of the evil god of the year are not easy to heal, even if Shi Yan is its master.

Shi Yan gritted his teeth and prepared to bandage the wound.

Just then, she suddenly heard a series of footsteps.

squeak-

The door to the room was pushed open.

It's Xiaxia.

The girl still looked exhausted, as if she had just woken up, and the tear stains on her face had not yet been wiped away.

And...it was very chaotic.

The teacher's words were not unexpected.

The scene of him going to settle old scores with the Fourth Elder was quite a spectacle, attracting a large crowd of onlookers. It's normal for the girl to hear what was going on.

She simply moved her clenched right hand behind her back, almost instinctively.

Shi Yan didn't want the girl to see him injured.

Apparently—

It's too late.

Xiaxia had already seen it.

Moreover... from the corridor all the way to the room, the scattered bloodstains, like red plum blossoms falling on snow, were so conspicuous in Xia Xia's eyes.

Moreover, because of her earlier embarrassed act of covering her face, Shi Yan still had a bright red handprint on the right side of her face.