Chapter 213: Touching You Hurts Me More

"Senior Brother, do you think he'll be okay?" Xing Yueyu was still immersed in the experience of being robbed, which gave her an unusual feeling.

Back in the sect, she had always been protected by her senior brothers. Now, on this training journey, encountering such an incident made her very excited.

Indeed, as her senior brothers said, only by leaving the sect could one experience a different life. It was true.

"He should be fine." Lei Hengfeng wasn't entirely sure either.

Although Liu Lingfeng was quite annoying, the relationship between the two sects was still decent. An ancestor of their sect had once married an ancestor of the Profound Sword Pavilion. Though a thousand years had passed, the bond still lingered.

"Eh, Senior Brother, look over there..." At that moment, Xing Yueyu pointed at the large flag fluttering in the wind ahead.

Lei Hengfeng looked up and saw a flag waving on the mountaintop.

He thought for a moment, then his face lit up. "Quick, that's the flag of the Profound Sword Pavilion. Only the Profound Sword Pavilion erects a flag when setting up camp."

...

In that evil and mysterious grove.

Cries of anguish echoed through it.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Liu Lingfeng struggled desperately, but only then did he realize how insignificant he was. No matter how he struggled, the man kept dragging him by the foot deeper into the woods.

At that moment, Lin Fan's imposing figure seemed terrifying in Liu Lingfeng's eyes.

Paired with the surrounding silence, it was utterly horrifying.

"I'm a disciple of the Profound Sword Pavilion. My master won't let you off!" Liu Lingfeng was on the verge of tears. In this moment of despair, he suddenly regretted why he had to show off.

Wouldn't it have been fine to just stay put? Why did he have to come out and fool around? Now he was trapped. What was he to do?

At that moment, Lin Fan stopped, looked around at the environment—quiet, far from Sha Dulong and the others—and figured they probably wouldn't hear the screams later.

The Sacred Demon Sect was now moving steadily toward stability. Although the sect already had talents like Mie Qiongqi and Tianyu, that wasn't enough.

In Lin Fan's eyes, Liu Lingfeng's strength was still low, but what Lin Fan valued was Liu Lingfeng's Yin-Yang Sword Intent.

Though the Yin-Yang Sword Intent was not yet strong, Lin Fan knew that when one's cultivation reached a certain level, this sword intent would unleash its greatest power.

At the Great Heavenly Position realm, one masters and comprehends rules. Among these rules is the Yin-Yang Rule. Those who can master it will surely achieve no small success.

Today, even if he had to be ruthless, he would tame Liu Lingfeng.

At that moment, Liu Lingfeng felt the man release his foot and immediately scrambled backward.

"Don't come near me! My master is nearby!" Liu Lingfeng said frantically.

Lin Fan looked at Liu Lingfeng calmly, then a long, thin black whip suddenly appeared in his hand. With a crack, it struck the muddy ground, producing a sharp sound.

Indeed, this whip was fine. Since mastering the sub-profession of Tamer, Lin Fan always carried a whip with him, just in case.

At the sight of the whip, Liu Lingfeng was scared out of his wits.

"No..."

Without caring about anything else, Liu Lingfeng immediately ran outward.

But at that moment, Lin Fan flicked his wrist, and the whip, like a spirit snake, pulled Liu Lingfeng back.

"Don't panic. I won't kill you. Just remember, I'm doing this for your own good," Lin Fan said calmly.

Then he took out some leather straps, bound Liu Lingfeng's hands, and hung him from a tree.

"What are you going to do..." Liu Lingfeng looked at Lin Fan in terror. He was truly afraid now, praying inwardly.

"Master, come save me..."

Lin Fan swung the whip a few times, finding it handy, then a brilliant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Undress, hang naked—first, build up the shame.

Crack.

A sharp sound echoed through the air. The tip of the whip seemed to have eyes, striking toward Liu Lingfeng's upper garment.

As soon as the whip touched Liu Lingfeng, the clothes split open instantly.

Lin Fan was stunned.

Apart from some cosmetics falling out, Liu Lingfeng was actually wearing a bellyband against his skin, and it was pink!

Liu Lingfeng was also dumbfounded, then screamed.

Lin Fan took a deep breath. This taming target was no ordinary one. Indeed, those who could comprehend the Yin-Yang Sword Intent were not comparable to ordinary people.

Through continuous in-depth research, Lin Fan had also created multiple techniques for the Tamer. Now, he naturally intended to apply them on Liu Lingfeng.

At that moment, Lin Fan's gaze changed. His calm eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce.

When Liu Lingfeng met Lin Fan's gaze, his heart was also panicked. In Lin Fan's eyes, he saw a rain of whips.

"How about following me?" Before taming, one must state the theme, making the other resist inwardly, and then through taming, force acceptance.

"Impossible!" Liu Lingfeng roared.

As soon as Liu Lingfeng said that, a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth. He was waiting for those words.

"Wild Whipping."

Lin Fan was not a pervert, but for the future of the Sacred Demon Sect, he had to force himself to do this.

"No..." At that moment, the air was filled with flying whips, each lash striking Liu Lingfeng's body. Every whip mark seemed like an indelible shame, deeply imprinted on his snow-white, flawless flesh.

Liu Lingfeng screamed repeatedly. Each lash on his body caused great pain, but an even greater sense of shame enveloped him.

"Will you follow me?" Lin Fan asked again.

"No." Liu Lingfeng was now drenched in sweat. The glistening sweat soaked his snow-white flesh, shining like jade under the blazing sun.

Such good skin was indeed worthy of those cosmetics.

"Fine. Ultimate Art: Aerial Acrobatic Whipping."

At that moment, Lin Fan prepared to unleash his ultimate move. This was the most powerful technique of the Tamer. With one move, heaven and earth would be annihilated, humanity would sink, and morality would cease to exist.

One move of Aerial Acrobatic Whipping contained 188 techniques.

Last time on Mie Qiongqi, he had only used twenty techniques. This time on Liu Lingfeng, he would use thirty, hoping he could withstand it.

One lash to caress the chrysanthemum.

One lash to twist the yang.

...

After who knows how long, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief and lightly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you willing to follow me?"

"I am willing."

...

Looking at Liu Lingfeng curled up on the ground, Lin Fan helplessly stepped forward, gently patted his head, and sighed. "Ah, touching you hurts me more. One day you'll understand that I did this for your own good."

After half an hour of taming, he finally broke this wild horse. For Lin Fan, the power of the sub-profession Tamer still had much to explore.

At that moment, a white figure darted through the grove like a ghost.

"Villain, don't harm my disciple..."

Just then, a crisp, angry shout reached Lin Fan's ears.

Lin Fan looked up and his expression changed.

Enemy combat power too high.

Retreat...