The Yao Guang Holy Maiden — half demoness, half angel, with a grace and bearing without equal. Though she possessed ten thousand forms of charm and allure, she was enveloped in a sacred pure radiance, and this gave her an exceptionally singular quality.
She possessed a beauty that would make fish sink and geese alight, that would cause the moon to hide and flowers to feel shame. With this near-contradictory quality layered upon it, she looked as though she could overturn the hearts of all living beings — profoundly captivating.
“I choose neither!” Yao Xi’s eyes, like black gemstones, shot forth two beams of auspicious light. Her entire person seemed spiritually transcendent, and though she had only pushed out a few wisps of divine sense, she still displayed formidable power.
Ye Fan’s lips curved in a cold smile. The golden lake at his brow split off another beam of divine sense, charging directly at the Yao Guang Holy Maiden — intending to eliminate those few wisps.
“Unless your divine sense stays within the Moon Palace forever — the moment any comes out, I’ll destroy it!”
The golden beam spread like quicksilver flooding across every surface. Every inch of space was swept through, hunting the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s few wisps of divine sense.
At the same time, his arm tightened with force, suppressing the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s soft body, resisting the surging waves of her powerful divine power.
“Hiss!”
Yao Xi’s divine sense suddenly extinguished — she was trying to conceal herself. The auspicious light in her eyes dimmed in an instant.
“You can’t escape!” Ye Fan shouted, and the golden beam blazed up in full intensity, sweeping through in an instant.
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden let out a startled cry — several wisps of divine sense were sealed off and ground into nothingness on the spot.
“Ye Fan, how dare you treat me this way…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s voice was utterly glacial. The pulse of a few wisps of divine sense from between her brows transmitted a voice, as cold as a winter wind sweeping up snow, chilling to the bone.
“Let me ask once more — what is your choice?” Ye Fan swept the Yao Guang Holy Maiden along with him, crossing a stone-arched bridge and arriving at a pavilion.
“Are you not afraid that the Yao Guang Holy Land will obliterate you — body and soul?” the Yao Guang Holy Maiden called out in a low voice.
“I only know that if I don’t control you, I’ll have no hope of escaping with my life. You’ve already done all this to me — what could I possibly have left to hold back? I have no reservations at all.” Ye Fan sat on a stone drum within the pavilion, tightening his grip on her slender waist.
“Could we perhaps reach some other agreement…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden was truly afraid now. In her daily life, everything was within her control and she moved through the world with ease and composure. But now, her heart was uneasy.
“What agreement? Releasing a tiger back to the mountain, leaving behind future trouble — only for you to come and kill me later?” Ye Fan laughed coldly: “I’ve already killed a Supreme Elder of the Ji Family and brought down the wrath of such an enormous ancient family. Am I afraid of adding one more Yao Guang Holy Land?”
“Are you determined to eliminate me?” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s divine sense fluctuated.
“I won’t kill you. Let me control your divine sense, and I believe we can get along quite well.” Ye Fan applied a slight force, causing this soft, delicate body to sit upon his lap.
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden cried out: “Ye Fan, don’t go too far! If you control my divine sense, won’t you be able to do whatever you please?!”
Ye Fan’s lips curved in the slightest smile: “I won’t go back on my word — I always mean what I say. Because in truth, all I want is to stay alive. You forced all of this upon me.”
He extended his other hand, drawing it across the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s body, immediately drawing a gasp of shock.
“Ye Fan… stop!” A single wisp of divine sense had re-entered the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s body, allowing her to clearly feel everything. “Your terms are too harsh.”
“If they weren’t harsh, how would I survive…” Ye Fan reached out and lifted Yao Xi’s chin, a half-smile playing at his lips: “You are as beautiful as a flower, and looking at you fills me with tender feelings. If you won’t make a decision, let’s simply enter the bridal chamber instead. Having you would not be too bad a deal for me.”
“You… are shameless!”
Yao Xi was furious to her very core. She was the Yao Guang Holy Maiden — in the Southern Region, how elevated and pure her standing, how wherever she went, she attracted every eye and many had to look up to her — and Ye Fan was saying that having her would barely not be beneath him…
Ye Fan’s smile grew broader. His fingers brushed across her smooth, soft cheeks: “Make your decision quickly.”
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s skin was as smooth as silk, as warm and lustrous as fine jade, captivating as a brilliant pearl — a beauty without compare.
“I will never agree to any such terms!” Yao Xi’s divine sense fluctuated violently.
Ye Fan smiled: “Very well, very well, very well — I take it you’re choosing the second option. In that case, let us enter the bridal chamber.”
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden cried out. Her mass of raven hair swirled and danced, like a fallen angel descending into the mortal world. Her eyes grew hazy. A few wisps of divine sense surged out, seeking to deploy a secret technique and strike Ye Fan dead.
At the same time, rosy light flowed across her body — like the finest white jade, flickering with a strange, otherworldly glow — as surging divine power pulsed within.
Ye Fan manifested a few wisps of divine sense and sent them toward the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s spiritual consciousness to destroy them, while at the same time swinging his fist powerfully at the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s physical body.
“Crack!”
Even with a physique as powerful as his, he still found — as before — that he could not shatter Yao Xi’s heavenly form. His fist, which could destroy sacred artifacts, was blocked by a shimmer of radiant light.
“Crack, crack…”
His fists, capable of shattering divine treasures, could not end his opponent. Across the surface of the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s body appeared a mysterious star-chart — flickering in and out of sight, blocking those fists.
A profoundly strange scene: the star-chart blazed with brilliant light, and at the same time carried a certain unfathomable depth — as though a true stellar domain were laid across Yao Xi’s jade form.
“What is this?” Ye Fan wondered.
He threw punch after punch continuously, but could not shatter it. The star-chart was like a deity’s battle-garment — hazy and sacred, blocking every blow of his fist-force.
“Ye Fan, the two of us could actually sit down and have a proper talk.” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden opened her mouth to speak. Her entire person was enveloped in radiance, starlight continuously flowing around her.
Ye Fan ignored her. He directly obliterated several wisps of her divine sense, leaving only one wisp — just enough to let her open her mouth and transmit her voice.
“This is the holy maiden battle-garment of our Yao Guang Holy Land. You will never be able to shatter it.”
“The holy maiden battle-garment… I have no need to shatter it. I only need to remove another layer of garment.” Ye Fan moved directly and tore away one of the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s sleeves.
“You…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden was infuriated by his words — and terrified by his action.
“Stripping away another layer will be much easier than shattering the holy maiden battle-garment.” Ye Fan’s movements were gentle but absolutely resolute.
“Rip!”
Another sleeve tore away, fluttering like a butterfly as it drifted down outside the pavilion.
Ye Fan had one arm around the Yao Guang Holy Maiden, while his other hand moved with unhurried ease — like someone preparing to open a treasure chest to admire a priceless gem.
“You…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden was truly frightened. Her voice trembled: “Stop — stop right now!”
“Rip!”
A sleeve slid away, like flowers falling to the earth. One of her jade arms was laid bare — white and gleaming, like a lotus root emerging from water, like warm white jade taking on life. Its curves were gentle and beautiful, captivating to behold.
It could be called a priceless work of art — that jade arm was flawlessly white, glowing with a faint luster, truly of alabaster bone and ice-crystal skin, mesmerizing to the heart.
“Truly perfect…” Ye Fan commented, his voice very gentle.
But falling upon the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s ears, those words were like the simultaneous ringing of swords and blades. Her emotions surged and roiled — this was something she had never dared to imagine.
“Ye Fan, do you know what you are doing?” She did her utmost to keep her tone even.
“Of course. I am presently admiring the bare arm of a peerlessly beautiful woman. Pity I have no fine wine, no choice dishes — otherwise, this would call for raising a great cup to the occasion.”
“You…” Seeing him so pleased with himself, the Yao Guang Holy Maiden was all the more overwhelmed with shame and fury.
Ye Fan’s hand gently glided across the jade arm, feeling that softness and crystalline warmth: “Such beauty one could take sustenance from — no fine wine or delicacies needed. The Yao Guang Holy Maiden alone would be enough.”
“You… don’t do anything rash!” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s expression grew anxious. The ten thousand forms of beguiling charm she usually displayed had vanished without a trace — there was not a single shred of allure remaining.
“Rest assured, I never do anything rash.” Ye Fan smiled slightly: “I am, by nature, a very serious and thorough person in everything I do.”
At those words, he looked carefully and deliberately — then, with a sharp rip, tore away the other sleeve as well. The other jade arm gleamed with a hazy luster, a faint radiance flowing across it.
“Ye Fan!”
“As I said, I will be very serious about this. You may rest easy.” He paused, then continued: “No wonder they say: ‘Kingdoms I desire; beauties I desire also — yet faced with a heavenly form in one’s eyes, one loves beauty even more than kingdoms.'”
“You… scoundrel!” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden was truly going mad.
At this moment, both her arms were bare. She sat on Ye Fan’s lap, her supple, beautiful figure in close contact with his — able to feel the warmth of Ye Fan’s body — and she was filled with burning fury.
Ye Fan encircled her slender waist, positioning her so she faced away from him. His fingers glided lightly — scraps of fabric falling away like flowers, tracing beautiful arcs as they drifted to one side.
Her back was completely white, a vast expanse of crystalline clarity. A wide sweep of tender, delicate skin, flushed with a rosy blush — right before him, inches away. A fragrance like orchid and musk drifted toward him. Her hair brushed across Ye Fan’s face like a spring breeze.
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden — though in her daily life she seemed more like a demoness — when truly confronted with such a situation, she was utterly unable to stay composed. Shame and anger had completely overwhelmed her.
“Ye… Fan… you!” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s voice was trembling.
“Rip!”
Another soft sound, as more delicate fabric drifted away. The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s entire back was now laid bare — a vast expanse of jade skin, crystalline and lustrous, like a perfect work of art.
“You should understand — I am the one and only Holy Maiden of the Yao Guang Holy Land. If you… go too far… there will be no coming back from it…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden faced away from Ye Fan, sitting on his lap. Her jade skin could feel his breath — warm, touching her back.
“I move straight ahead without looking back — what need do I have to come back from anything?” At those words, Ye Fan gave a small smile: “I recall a saying from my homeland: ‘Beast — or something worse than a beast?'”
“You are something worse than a beast!” the Yao Guang Holy Maiden cried out, but her voice held a slight tremor.
“Doing nothing gets you called something worse than a beast. Doing something gets you called a beast at most. Quite modest, really.” Ye Fan shook his head with a laugh: “It seems the saying applies everywhere.”
“You…”
“Rest assured, I am being very serious about all of this.” Ye Fan responded, his eyes completely clear — not a trace of intoxication within them. His fingers rested upon her jade skin: “I’ll follow your wishes — I absolutely cannot be something worse than a beast.”
His fingers glided across her exquisite skin — like congealed, flawless jade — and warmth and softness immediately traveled from his fingertips to his heart. Yet he remained utterly clear-headed.
“Hiss!”
Ye Fan pulled away the remaining fabric covering the front of the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s upper body as well, flicking it skyward, his hands sliding forward. Warmth filled his palms — yet his gaze became clearer and brighter still.
Suddenly — a murderous intent erupted skyward!
In this very moment, the Yao Guang Holy Maiden was no longer nervous, no longer trembling. She displayed complete calm. Her entire body turned to ice. Divine radiance burst forth from her sea of consciousness.
“I have been waiting for you to come out!” The golden lake at Ye Fan’s brow manifested, becoming a blazing sun that enveloped everything before him.
“Did you think I didn’t know you were performing? Yao Guang Holy Maiden — you still have no chance!”
Ye Fan’s divine sense transformed into golden celestial swords, slashing continuously, swiftly shattering one ray of divine light after another.
“I thought you would hold out until the very last moment before emerging — I had not expected that you would still, in the end, be a little too unable to let go.”
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s divine sense was blocked, yet her expression was calm to the point of cold ice — her peerlessly beautiful face showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever. Her powerful divine sense clashed against Ye Fan’s, seeking to break through that blazing golden sun.
Ye Fan laughed coldly. His two hands encircled her bare upper body without restraint, moving as he pleased.
“You…”
“I said — I have always been very serious.” Ye Fan laughed coldly: “Did you really think I coveted your beauty?”
“Let go!” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s body registered every sensation. Her entire skin turned a rosy pink, overwhelmed with shame and fury.
“Of course — I don’t mind experiencing some wonderful things with you either.” Ye Fan’s voice was calm. His divine sense blazed like fire, wrapping around Yao Xi’s spiritual consciousness: “If I can control your divine sense, I will spare your life. Give up your resistance.”