Chapter 172: Beast or Worse

The Saintess of Yaoguang, half witch and half angel, possessed an extraordinarily unique aura, simultaneously ravishing and enveloped in holy radiance.

Her beauty was breathtaking, enough to make fish sink and geese fall, flowers hide and the moon retreat. Combined with her almost contradictory temperament, she was utterly captivating and incredibly alluring.

"I choose neither!" Yao Xi declared, two auspicious rays shooting from her black-gem-like eyes. Her entire being felt ethereal. Though only a few wisps of her spiritual sense had emerged, she still demonstrated formidable power.

Ye Fan sneered. The golden lake at his brow shimmered, releasing another strand of divine thought that shot directly towards the Saintess of Yaoguang, intending to eradicate those wisps. "Unless your spiritual sense remains forever in the 'Moon Palace,' I will destroy every wisp that emerges!"

The golden beam flowed like mercury across the ground, penetrating everywhere, sweeping through every inch of space to hunt down the Saintess of Yaoguang's wisps of divine thought.

Simultaneously, he tightened his arm forcefully, restraining the Saintess of Yaoguang's physical body and resisting the powerful fluctuations of divine energy.

*Swish!*

Yao Xi's divine thoughts instantly extinguished. She felt herself wanting to collapse, and the auspicious light in her eyes suddenly dimmed.

"You can't escape!" Ye Fan roared, and then the golden beam flared brilliantly, sweeping past in an instant.

The Saintess of Yaoguang let out a startled cry. Several wisps of her spiritual sense were sealed and annihilated on the spot.

"How dare you treat me like this, Ye Fan..." The Saintess of Yaoguang's voice was exceedingly cold. Traces of spiritual sense fluctuated from her brow, transmitting her thoughts like a biting cold wind sweeping snow.

"I'll ask again: How do you choose?" Ye Fan said, embracing the Saintess of Yaoguang as he walked across a small stone arch bridge and entered a pavilion.

"Aren't you afraid the Yaoguang Holy Land will utterly destroy your body and spirit?" the Saintess of Yaoguang questioned softly.

"I only know that if I don't take control, I will inevitably die," Ye Fan retorted. "You've already treated me this way; what else do I have to lose? I have no qualms." He sat on a stone stool in the pavilion, tightening his grip around her slender waist. "How can we reach another agreement..." The Saintess of Yaoguang was genuinely frightened. Normally, everything was under her calm and composed control, but now, her heart was filled with unease.

"What agreement? Letting a tiger return to its mountain, leaving behind a future problem so you can kill me later?" Ye Fan sneered. "I've even killed the Supreme Elder of the Ji family, provoking such a massive aristocratic family. Am I afraid of adding one more Yaoguang Holy Land?"

"Are you determined to eliminate me?" the Saintess of Yaoguang's spiritual sense fluctuated. "I won't kill you," Ye Fan replied. "Let me control your spiritual sense, and I believe we can get along very well." With a slight exertion of force, he made her soft, delicate body sit on his lap.

The Saintess of Yaoguang shrieked, "Ye Fan, don't go too far! Letting you control my spiritual sense, wouldn't that be letting you do whatever you want?!"

Ye Fan smiled faintly. "I won't go back on my word; I always keep my promises. The truth is, I just want to survive, and you forced me to do all this." He reached out his other hand and traced it across the Saintess of Yaoguang's body, immediately eliciting a startled cry.

"Ye Fan, you... stop!" A wisp of the Saintess of Yaoguang's spiritual sense had already re-entered her physical body, allowing her to clearly feel everything.

As that palm traced across her, goosebumps erupted on her skin. "Your conditions are too harsh," she said coldly.

"How can I survive if I'm not harsh?" Ye Fan raised his hand to cup Yao Xi's chin, a half-smile playing on his lips. "You are as beautiful as a flower and jade, and I find you pitifully beautiful. If you don't make a decision soon, let's just go to the bridal chamber. Having you wouldn't be a hardship for me."

"You—you're shameless!"

Yao Xi was utterly infuriated. As the dignified Saintess of Yaoguang, she was exceptionally noble and pure in the Southern Domain. Wherever she went, she commanded everyone's attention and admiration, yet Ye Fan had implied that taking her wouldn't even be a hardship for him...

Ye Fan's smile deepened as his fingers brushed across her smooth, tender cheek. "Make a decision quickly."

The Saintess of Yaoguang's skin was as smooth as silk, as warm and radiant as fine jade, and as captivating as a bright pearl, possessing unparalleled charm. "I cannot agree to any of your conditions!" Yao Xi's spiritual sense fluctuated intensely.

Ye Fan chuckled, "Alright, alright, alright. I take it you're choosing the second condition. In that case, let's proceed to the bridal chamber."

The Saintess of Yaoguang shrieked, her black hair dancing around her like a fallen angel descending to earth. Her eyes grew hazy as several wisps of spiritual sense burst forth, intending to unleash secret techniques to kill Ye Fan.

At the same time, her body glowed with colorful light, shimmering with a strange brilliance like fine white jade, as divine power surged from within her.

Ye Fan materialized several wisps of divine thought, sending them to destroy the Saintess of Yaoguang's spiritual sense. Simultaneously, he powerfully swung his fist, striking the Saintess of Yaoguang's physical body. *Bang!*

Even with his powerful physique, his indestructible fist, just like last time, could not shatter Yao Xi's immortal body; it was blocked by the radiating light. *Bang! Bang! Bang!*

His fists, capable of shattering spiritual treasures, found it difficult to strike a killing blow. On the Saintess of Yaoguang's body surface, a mysterious star chart shimmered faintly, blocking his powerful blows.

It was a very strange sight: the star chart shone brilliantly, yet also felt profoundly deep, as if a true star field covered Yao Xi's jade-like body. "What is this?" Ye Fan wondered.

He continuously swung his fists, but he simply could not shatter it. The star chart was like a deity's battle armor, hazy and sacred, completely blocking his attacks.

"Ye Fan, we can actually sit down and talk properly," the Saintess of Yaoguang said, her entire being enveloped in radiance, with starlight continuously flowing around her.

Ye Fan ignored her, directly annihilating several wisps of her spiritual sense, leaving only one so she could still speak. "This is my Yaoguang Holy Land's Saintess Battle Robe. You can never shatter it."

"Saintess Battle Robe... I don't need to shatter it," Ye Fan replied. "I just need to take off another layer of clothing." He acted directly, tearing off a section of the Saintess of Yaoguang's sleeve.

"You..." The Saintess of Yaoguang was greatly angered by his words and even more startled by his actions.

"I think peeling off another layer of clothing will be much easier than shattering the Saintess Battle Robe." Ye Fan's movements were very gentle, yet very firm. *Rip!* Another section of her sleeve tore, fluttering like a butterfly as it drifted outside the pavilion.

With one arm embracing the Saintess of Yaoguang, Ye Fan's other hand moved calmly, as if preparing to open a treasure box and admire a precious gem.

"You..." The Saintess of Yaoguang was truly scared. She cried out loudly, "Stop quickly!" *Rip!*

Her sleeve slipped down like fallen petals, revealing a section of her jade-like arm. It gleamed pure white, resembling a lotus root emerging from water, or warming white jade, its curves soft and exquisitely beautiful.

It was a magnificent work of art—this jade-like arm, flawlessly white, shimmering with a soft glow, embodying the essence of "ice-skin and jade-bones" that captivated the heart and mind. "Truly perfect..." Ye Fan commented, his voice very gentle.

But to the Saintess of Yaoguang, his words sounded like the clanging of swords. Her emotions fluctuated violently; this was something she had never dared to imagine.

"Ye Fan, do you know what you're doing?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

"Of course I know," he replied. "I'm admiring the bare arm of a stunning beauty. It's a pity there's no fine wine or dishes; otherwise, I'd toast to this moment."

"You..." Seeing him so self-satisfied, the Saintess of Yaoguang was filled with even more shame and indignation.

Ye Fan reached out and lightly traced her jade-like arm, feeling its softness and radiant smoothness. "Such beauty is enough to sate one's hunger," he said. "No need for fine wine or delicacies; the Saintess of Yaoguang alone is enough."

"You... don't mess around!" The Saintess of Yaoguang's expression was tense. Though previously so ravishing and alluring, she was now uneasy, devoid of any enchanting demeanor.

"Don't worry, I never mess around." Ye Fan smiled faintly. "I'm always very serious about things."

Saying this, he meticulously observed her, and with a *rip!* tore off the other sleeve. Her other jade-like arm also gleamed with a hazy luster, with points of light flowing across it.

"Ye Fan!"

"I told you I'd be very serious, so rest assured." He paused, then continued, "No wonder some say, 'A kingdom is what I desire, and a beauty is also what I desire.' With an immortal body of jade before me, I find myself loving the beauty even more than the kingdom."

"You... bastard!" The Saintess of Yaoguang truly felt she was going mad.

At this moment, with her arms bare, she sat on Ye Fan's lap, her soft, beautiful body in intimate contact with him. She could feel Ye Fan's body temperature, which filled her with intense resentment.

Ye Fan embraced her slender waist, turning her so her back faced him. His fingers moved gently, and the torn fabric, like scattered petals, traced a graceful arc as it floated to one side.

Her pristine white back was a gleaming expanse of delicate skin, now tinged with a faint blush. It was intimately close to Ye Fan, right before his eyes, and a subtle, orchid-like fragrance wafted from it.

Although the Saintess of Yaoguang usually appeared more like a demoness, when truly confronted with such a situation, she was utterly unable to relax, feeling extreme shame and fear.

"Ye... Fan... you!" The Saintess of Yaoguang's voice trembled. *Rip!*

With another soft sound, the fragrant clothing fell, exposing the Saintess of Yaoguang's entire back. The large expanse of jade-like skin was gleaming and lustrous, like a perfect work of art.

"You must understand," the Saintess of Yaoguang said, her back to Ye Fan as she sat on his lap, "I am the sole Saintess of the Yaoguang Holy Land. If... you go too far, it will be irreversible..." Her jade-like skin could feel his breath, a warm touch pressing against her back.

"I always move forward without hesitation; there's nothing to salvage," Ye Fan said with a smile. "It reminds me of a saying from my hometown: 'Is one a beast, or worse than a beast?'"

"You are worse than a beast!" the Saintess of Yaoguang rebuked, though her voice trembled slightly.

"If I do nothing, I'll be called worse than a beast," Ye Fan said, shaking his head and chuckling. "If I do a little, they'll just call me a beast. It seems to apply everywhere."

"You—"

"Don't worry, I'm doing all of this very seriously," Ye Fan replied, his eyes crystal clear and without a hint of intoxication. His fingers caressed her jade-like skin. "I'll respect your opinion: I absolutely cannot be worse than a beast."

His fingers slid across her skin, smooth as congealed fine jade. A warm and delicate sensation immediately passed from his fingertips to his heart, yet he remained remarkably clear-headed. *Rip!*

Ye Fan also tore off the fragrant clothing from the Saintess of Yaoguang's front, shaking his hand and throwing it into the sky. His hands slid to the front of the Saintess of Yaoguang's body; her warmth was in his grasp, but his eyes became even clearer. Suddenly, killing intent surged to the heavens!

At this moment, the Saintess of Yaoguang was no longer nervous or trembling; instead, she appeared utterly calm, her entire body icy cold, as divine light surged forth from her sea of consciousness.

"I've been waiting for you to come out!" The golden lake at Ye Fan's brow transformed, becoming a sun that enveloped the space before them. "I knew you were acting! Saintess of Yaoguang, you still have no chance!" Ye Fan's divine sense transformed into golden heavenly swords, continuously chopping and rapidly shattering streaks of divine light. "I thought you would only emerge at the very last moment, but I didn't expect you would still be unable to let go."

Although the Saintess of Yaoguang's spiritual sense was blocked, her expression remained calm, almost icy. Her beautiful face showed no emotional fluctuations as her powerful spiritual sense resisted Ye Fan, attempting to break through the golden blazing sun.

Ye Fan sneered, his hands wrapping around her bare upper body, moving recklessly and erratically. "You—" "I said I've always been very serious," Ye Fan sneered. "Did you truly think I coveted your beauty?"

"Let go!" The Saintess of Yaoguang felt it, her entire body flushing crimson with overwhelming shame and indignation.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind if some wonderful things were to happen between us," Ye Fan said, his voice calm, his divine sense like a blazing fire enveloping Yao Xi's thoughts. "If I can control your spiritual sense, I will spare your life. Give up resisting."