Chapter 71: The Miserable Huang Xiaochun

Before leaving, Lin Fan came to Manyou'er's bedside, extended his finger, and with a slight tremor, the 'Flower-Touching Chrysanthemum Finger' was instantly activated, rendering her whole body limp and powerless. But fearing it might not be enough, Lin Fan directly used the 'Black Tiger Steals the Heart' on her.

Manyou'er's breasts were quite beautiful, and Lin Fan was afraid that using one hand might ruin their beauty, so he used both hands. After confirming they were identical, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. With these two layers of damage, if you still have the strength to go out and search, then I, Lin Fan, will admit defeat.

Using 'Black Tiger Steals the Heart' on Manyou'er increased his experience. It was just a pity that he had important things to do now; otherwise, he would have really wanted to stay and level up a bit before leaving.

After going out, Lin Fan closed Manyou'er's door and looked around. Many sect disciples had already entered rooms with the flower girls from Fuyue Tower.

Lin Fan naturally looked down on these sect disciples. Those carrying Xuanhuang coins were definitely the sect leaders, and he had to be cautious with them.

In terms of cultivation, these guys were far superior to him.

Lin Fan adhered to the idea of helping when he could, and for those truly difficult to handle, he gave up.

When Lin Fan had 'saved' a leader from the Qiankun Sect, things finally blew up outside.

'Huang Xiaochun of the Hunyuan Sect, get out here...' Manyou'er appeared in the hall of Fuyue Tower, radiating cold air. Her face full of frost and murderous look somewhat diminished her beauty.

The sect disciples who were discussing the great matters of life with the Fuyue Tower girls were startled by this shout, their abdomens contracting, nearly causing a disaster.

Doors opened, and sect disciples rushed out, each with a face full of frost. They had no intention of letting off the person who had disturbed their good time.

Some disciples of lower cultivation turned pale at the sight of Manyou'er. Though they feared her, they inwardly cursed her bitterly.

'You bitch, what are you howling about?' At that moment, a leading disciple of the Hunyuan Sect, wearing thin clothes, walked out with a very displeased expression. He had just reached the peak when this woman scared him back down.

To him, this was utterly infuriating.

'Huang Xiaochun of the Hunyuan Sect, get out here.' Manyou'er's previously gentle demeanor had vanished, replaced by an icy coldness.

Just waking up, not only were the pills and Xuanhuang coins in her storage ring gone, but her chest also throbbed with unbearable pain.

That despicable man had stolen her things and brutally abused her. She must avenge this grudge.

'What do you want my Junior Brother Huang for? Could it be you're unsatisfied and want to... hehe.' The Hunyuan Sect disciple let out a lewd laugh.

'Shut up!' Manyou'er snapped.

'What, you want to spar?' The Hunyuan Sect disciple showed no fear. Even if Manyou'er was at the second level of Entering Divinity, so what? He wasn't afraid.

'Stop arguing. Let's talk nicely. Manyou'er, what do you want with Huang Xiaochun of the Hunyuan Sect? If you don't explain clearly, how will we know what happened?' A disciple of the Wind Sword Sect said with a teasing expression.

They knew all too well about the disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion—loose, as loose as surging rivers, so loose that it made one's whole body climax.

Other sect disciples chimed in. Since their bed affairs had been interrupted, listening to some gossip wasn't bad.

'Senior Brother, Senior Brother...' Just then, a pungent stench assailed their nostrils. A figure covered in black and yellow unknown substances rushed in.

Fuyue Tower had been booked by the Thirteenth Prince to entertain the sect disciples, so outsiders were forbidden.

But the sound and the stench were so strong that the guards at the door, unable to bear the smell, moved far away, letting him rush in.

The Hunyuan Sect disciple in thin clothes, seeing the stinking figure rushing toward him, turned pale with fright and then shouted sternly.

'Stop! Don't move!'

'Senior Brother, it's me, Huang Xiaochun!' The figure covered in filth cried out hoarsely, tears glistening in his eyes as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

'Junior Brother?' The Hunyuan Sect disciple was stunned, unable to believe it. How could this be Junior Brother Huang?

'Thief, die!' At that moment, upon hearing the name Huang Xiaochun, Manyou'er erupted with chilling cold and attacked without a word.

A pink silk ribbon, imbued with true essence, shot through the air toward Huang Xiaochun.

'Manyou'er, don't go too far! The disciples of my Hunyuan Sect are not for you to kill!' Li Haoran stood in front of Huang Xiaochun, but dared not get too close.

'Junior Brother, how did you end up like this?' Li Haoran asked.

Huang Xiaochun, upon being questioned by his senior brother, poured out his immense grievances like a surging river.

'Senior Brother, I was set up.' Huang Xiaochun wailed loudly, then spilled everything, recounting his miserable experience.

Huang Xiaochun had thought he would obtain a treasure, but instead was tricked. When he woke up, he found himself tied up, his whole body numb and weak, without any strength.

Huang Xiaochun tried to struggle but had no strength. Unfortunately, while struggling, he accidentally rolled into a cesspit.

With his hands and feet bound, unable to move, Huang Xiaochun swallowed several mouthfuls of filth. He tried to climb out but couldn't. If not for someone passing by who pulled him out with a stick...

He... he...

Huang Xiaochun dared not think about the consequences.

'Senior Brother, you must seek justice for me, or how can I go on living?' Huang Xiaochun wept bitterly, his sorrow reaching the heavens.

Li Haoran's expression turned serious. Junior Brother Huang had just left the sect for the first time and encountered such an incident. How would this affect his view of the world?

No, as his senior brother, he must seek justice for him.

'Junior Brother, who harmed you? Do you know?' Li Haoran asked.

'Senior Brother, I don't know his name, but he was tall and thin, fair-skinned, with ordinary looks. And he stole my invitation.' Huang Xiaochun said tearfully.

Manyou'er's expression changed slightly. It seemed this person had used Huang Xiaochun's name.

'Ah... Help! Thief!'

At that moment, screams came from various rooms one after another, startling everyone in the hall.

Lin Fan had already sneaked away. No matter what was happening inside, he fled without looking back.

If he stayed any longer, it would really be dangerous.

He had robbed several sect leaders, and now Huang Xiaochun had come looking for him. If he were caught, it wouldn't be just a beating; he might even be chopped into pieces.