Chapter 72: What Exactly Did You Do to Me?

Xue’er felt like she was going mad. What sin had she committed in her past life to encounter such a person? "Not only will I kill you today, but I'll also cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

Rage from Xue’er: 500!

Zu An was still hoping to provoke more rage, but before he knew it, the opponent charged at him like an arrow released from a bowstring.

"So fast!"

He had no time to dodge, so he quickly channeled all his cultivation to block the attack.

When their fists and palms met, Zu An instantly felt as if he'd been struck by a speeding car. He was sent flying a considerable distance, his hands feeling as though they were about to break. He struggled to rise but instead vomited a large mouthful of blood.

This little girl, with her slender limbs, possessed such incredible strength!

Xue’er was no less surprised than he was. She glanced at the red mark on her palm, recalling the force of his earlier blow, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Huh, your cultivation has actually reached the third rank!"

Zu An felt his internal energy churning, yet he still managed a grin. "Well? Did you discover that I'm actually a hidden genius? And perhaps, seeing how exceptionally handsome I am today, you've developed an uncontrollable fondness for me?"

"Fondness, my foot!"

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 211!

With a grim expression, Xue’er charged forward and delivered another kick, sending him soaring into the air, where he spun several times before crashing to the ground.

"Zu, you have successfully angered me. Today, I won't let you die easily; I'll make you suffer endless torment, unable to live or die!"

Zu An thought, 'This girl harbors a lot of resentment.' He secretly pulled out his 'Rich Lady Happy Ball' and was about to wipe it, when his expression suddenly froze. He had just remembered something crucial.

He currently carried a colossal IOU for 7.5 million taels. There were likely very few people in the entire Bright Moon City wealthier than him. Even if that 7.5 million taels wasn't counted in his total wealth due to its illiquidity, he still had 150,000 taels in silver notes on him.

However, the 'Rich Lady Happy Ball' had a prerequisite: it only worked on women who were wealthier than him.

Xue’er was just a maid; there was no way she could be richer than him, right?

His prior composure stemmed entirely from possessing this item.

He recalled how he had endured against Pei Mianman, a fifth-rank powerhouse, by endlessly combining the 'Rich Lady Happy Ball' with the 'Phoenix Nirvana Sutra'. Surely, this Xue’er, no matter how formidable, couldn't be stronger than the renowned genius Pei Mianman?

However, he had completely overlooked his recent acquisition of such a massive fortune, instantly making the situation perilous.

With this thought, he still asked, unwilling to give up, "Um, may I ask, what is your total wealth?"

Xue’er paused, having anticipated many possible questions but certainly not this one. "Why do you care how much money I have? All I know is that after I kill you, I'll be very rich."

Zu An secretly sighed. It seemed he genuinely couldn't use the 'Rich Lady Happy Ball'. Having experienced its immense power, he was unwilling to waste a charge under uncertain conditions.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" Zu An's mind raced, formulating countermeasures while also attempting to extract information from her. With victory seemingly assured, she might let something slip in her arrogance.

"Everyone wants to kill a despicable, shameless, and vile person like you!" Xue’er snarled through gritted teeth.

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 99!

Zu An was taken aback, never expecting her resentment towards him to be so profound. Was it possible that he, so handsome and graceful, was truly that detestable?

"Are you trying to stall for time? Don't even dream of it!" Xue’er scoffed, charging directly at him, intent on breaking his limbs first.

To her surprise, Zu An rolled and dodged. They exchanged several more blows. Despite him spitting blood from the hits, Xue’er began to question reality: "What's happening? His injuries are clearly worsening, yet his strength and speed feel significantly improved from before—almost on par with mine?"

Zu An knew this was the effect of the 'Phoenix Nirvana Sutra,' which allowed him to unleash immense power even when severely wounded. However, without the protection of the 'Rich Lady Happy Ball,' he didn't know when he might truly kick the bucket, so he remained ready to summon 'Believe in Brother Chun' at any moment.

"Do you possess some secret technique?" Xue’er asked. Such skills, capable of immense power bursts for a short duration, did exist, but each came with severe drawbacks. She wondered which one he knew.

"If you call me 'big brother' a few more times, perhaps I'll tell you," Zu An said with a smile.

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 111!

"You're asking for death!"

A silver needle suddenly appeared in Xue’er's hand. The next second, countless silver needles seemed to materialize before Zu An's eyes.

"Oh my, is that the 'Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles'?"

Zu An desperately dodged, but he was still pricked many times. Blood flowed ceaselessly, and he couldn't even grip the dagger in his hand, which clattered to the ground.

Xue’er sneered, "You possess brute strength but no combat techniques; you're like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered."

Zu An fell silent. Was that a combat technique? He had indeed never learned anything of the sort. He could clearly feel that with proper combat techniques, even similar strength and speed could unleash vastly different levels of power.

"A waste will always be a waste. I don't know where you acquired your cultivation, but it ends here," Xue’er said, a cold sneer on her lips. "Any last words before you die?"

Zu An spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and chuckled, "Today you pierce me with needles; sooner or later, I'll pierce you back."

"You don't even use needles..." Xue’er's smile vanished. She finally understood what he meant by "pierce," and her face became frosty. "I don't know whether to admire you or mock you, daring to take advantage of me even when death is imminent."

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 404!

Zu An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at her with a strange gaze. "How do you know I'll die?"

Xue’er snorted. "Do you have some other trump card? Bring it out; I'll show you..."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it if I bring it out." Zu An, now almost entirely out of strength, could only lean against the wall to remain seated. "Have you ever been pregnant?"

Xue’er froze for a moment, then erupted in fury. "What kind of outrageous nonsense are you spouting?!"

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 303!

She was a maiden, and for a man to ask if she'd ever been pregnant infuriated her. She vowed then and there that she would flay his skin and pull out his tendons to fully vent her hatred.

A strange smile appeared on Zu An's lips. "I can make you pregnant."

Xue’er was now numb, too listless to even feel anger. She looked at him as if he were already dead.

She walked directly over, looking down at him. "Hand over the IOU, and perhaps..."

She suddenly froze mid-sentence, then instinctively touched her abdomen, bewildered. What was this sinking, bloated sensation?

Immediately afterward, she felt her belly swell, yet visibly, it remained flat. Then she instinctively leaned backward as waves of back pain and aches swept over her.

"What have you done to me?"

Xue’er finally felt a surge of panic. This sensation was entirely new and utterly beyond her understanding.

Zu An smiled. "I told you I could make you pregnant. Why didn't you believe me?"

He had just concluded that he couldn't turn the situation around with his own power, so he seized the chance to activate "Gaze of Conception." However, he was secretly cautious, realizing that the skill didn't immediately cause intense pain, but first a sensation of pregnancy. It seemed he would need to factor in this delay for future uses.

Xue’er, of course, didn't believe in any talk of pregnancy. Just as she was about to strike, a sharp pain suddenly erupted in her lower abdomen.

"Ah!"

Though she tried desperately to suppress it, the pain was utterly unbearable. She instantly bent over and squatted down, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie down and writhe.

Seeing her clutching her lower abdomen in agony, her small face terribly pale, and a fine layer of sweat beading on her smooth forehead, Zu An seized the moment and lunged.

Having been thoroughly battered by her, Zu An dared not be careless and swiftly engaged her in close-quarters combat.

Xue’er's expression changed, and she hastily raised a hand to push him away. But the bone-deep pain from her lower abdomen caused her movements to falter, slowing her by a crucial step, and she was immediately tackled.

Pinned directly beneath him, Xue’er's face drained of color. She frantically reached for his back to counterattack, but the intense pain wracking her body had drastically diminished both her strength and speed.

As soon as she raised her hand, her wrist was firmly pinned to the ground. She tried to struggle, but for some reason, his strength had suddenly become no less than hers, while she struggled to exert her full power. With his weight pressing down on her, the balance of power shifted entirely, making her ceaseless squirming utterly ineffective, serving only to give him further advantage.

Zu An had to admit that while this young woman was fierce, her figure was truly excellent. Though not as curvaceous as Pei Mianman's, she possessed a graceful slenderness and softness, brimming with the vitality of a young girl.

For a moment, he genuinely felt a pang of reluctance to kill her.

"What exactly have you done to me?" Xue’er's face was flushed. She had already realized that her struggles and squirming were utterly useless, serving only to bring him pleasure.

Zu An watched her, weak with pain, thinking, *This thing is truly outlandish; I wonder what it's like when used on a man?*

"Shameless!" Xue’er exclaimed, a mix of shame and rage. Unaware of the "Gaze of Conception" skill, she assumed he was deliberately taking advantage of her, as in her understanding, there was only one way to become pregnant.

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 798!

"You can kill me, but my resistance is shameless?" Zu An sneered. "Tell me, who sent you?"

Xue’er turned her face to the side, secretly gathering strength for a sudden, decisive counterattack. But just as she accumulated some vital energy, another wave of intense pain surged through her lower abdomen, instantly dissipating the energy she had painstakingly gathered.

What exactly was happening? Not only did the pain persist, but it also came in waves, peaking intermittently?

But as a young maiden, no matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn't possibly deduce that this was the unique sensation of pregnancy and childbirth.

"Not going to talk, eh? Then I'll strip off your clothes and leave you naked outside for the entire Bright Moon City to see," Zu An said.

Xue’er was both shocked and furious. "You wouldn't dare!"

Rage from Qiao Xueying: 999!