At the Beginning, The Villain Went for the Saintess, and the Protagonist Lost His Cool!

Chapter 14: Is He Still Pestering You? Infuriating Enough to Spit Blood!:

Leng Yue shook her head slightly, brushing aside her wandering thoughts, and murmured, “Why would I ever covet anything from him?

Even without Su Mo, the Holy Son of Absolute Void Holy Land, supporting me, my talent and comprehension will never fall short of his!”

After speaking, Leng Yue steadied her mind and headed toward her cultivation area in Bixiao Peak.

Bixiao Peak was rich in spiritual energy, one of the blessed lands within Absolute Void Holy Land. It boasted a grand spiritual gathering array, filling the air with immortal essence.

The scenery was breathtaking, with lush spiritual trees and celestial herbs thriving everywhere, exuding vitality.

Even the simplest plant or tree here would be a priceless treasure outside, highly sought after by cultivators.

Further inside, past a forest of crimson maple leaves, one would find a magnificent palace atop the mountain peak.

Shrouded in misty immortal energy, the palace appeared like a dream. Only upon closer inspection could its true grandeur be revealed.

A dazzling spiritual gathering array enveloped the palace, radiating crystalline brilliance. The sheer extravagance of the materials and the sophistication of the array were awe-inspiring.

The mountain extended upward, merging with the rear of the palace, making it appear as if the celestial peak was holding the palace aloft in midair—a masterpiece of nature and architecture.

This place had been specially chosen by Su Mo for Leng Yue, and it rivaled the peaks of the Holy Son and Saintess in its splendor.

Simply cultivating in such an idyllic environment was a rare fortune and opportunity.

Leng Yue glided gracefully through the air, her white dress fluttering like a celestial fairy in flight, her body absorbing the abundant spiritual energy of Bixiao Peak.

As she returned, her mood seemed to calm, and her entire being felt refreshed.

Even though she had been cultivating here for months, she couldn’t help but marvel every time she returned, “This place is truly extraordinary.”

Before long, she passed through the maple forest and approached the palace. Just as she was about to step inside, a man’s voice called out, “Yue’er.”

Leng Yue turned toward the voice, her face breaking into a rare, radiant smile—a smile so enchanting it seemed otherworldly.

“Brother Lin,” she greeted warmly.

The man addressing her so affectionately as “Yue’er” was, of course, Lin Xiuran.

Under normal circumstances, someone of Lin Xiuran’s status as an ordinary disciple of Absolute Void Holy Land wouldn’t have access to Bixiao Peak.

However, due to his close relationship with Leng Yue, he had free rein here, and none of the attendants dared to question it.

Bixiao Peak, with its abundant spiritual energy and powerful spiritual gathering array, was a sacred ground for cultivation in Absolute Void Holy Land.

Lin Xiuran often took advantage of Leng Yue’s connection to cultivate here.

The spiritual energy of this place far surpassed even the most treasured lands of his family, where the energy levels were barely one percent of Bixiao Peak’s`.

This disparity was understandable. 

How could a small family compare to the immense resources of Absolute Void Holy Land?

His rapid progress to the Spiritual Sea Realm and his successful revenge against a once-powerful rival were largely thanks to his cultivation on Bixiao Peak.

Lin Xiuran smiled faintly and asked, “Yue’er, I didn’t see you when I arrived. Where have you been?”

Leng Yue’s expression faltered at the question, her thoughts drifting to the unpleasant events of the day. Her smile became forced, and her mood visibly darkened.

Noticing her change in demeanor, Lin Xiuran’s eyebrow furrowed. “Did he summon you again?”

Leng Yue didn’t respond verbally, only nodding slightly.

Seeing her displeased expression, Lin Xiuran’s face turned grim.

“He saved your life, yes, but to wield that favor as leverage is despicable!

Mark my words, Yue’er, when I grow stronger, I will repay that debt a hundredfold!”

Lin Xiuran clenched his fists tightly, his voice filled with frustration and indignation.

“You’ve rejected him multiple times, yet he continues to pester you. It’s intolerable!”

Lin Xiuran’s anger boiled over. In his mind, Leng Yue was his childhood companion, someone he had already claimed in his heart.

Moreover, his master had pointed out that Leng Yue’s Heavenly Charm Physique would be immensely beneficial to him if they cultivated together in dual cultivation.

This further solidified his view of Leng Yue as untouchable—a treasure that belonged to him alone.

But Su Mo’s persistent pursuit of Leng Yue over the past months had pushed Lin Xiuran to the brink of fury.

Were it not for Su Mo’s overwhelming strength and the immense favor he had granted, Lin Xiuran would have already confronted him in a fit of rage.

Frustrated and powerless, Lin Xiuran’s anger surged. The pressure in his chest intensified, his face turning pale.

Suddenly, the taste of iron filled his mouth, and blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

His injuries, compounded by his internal fury, had caused a flare-up of his old wounds, nearly leading to qi deviation.

Clutching his chest, Lin Xiuran’s tall figure bent slightly as he gasped for breath, his face drained of color.

Leng Yue immediately knelt beside him, her expression a mix of worry and anxiety. “Brother Lin, are your injuries from before still not healed?”

Unable to speak through the pain, Lin Xiuran waved her off, indicating that he was fine.

After a few seconds, he straightened himself, forcing a semblance of composure. He didn’t want Leng Yue to see him in such a pitiful state.

His injuries were a result of a battle six months prior. In his rush to avenge himself against a powerful rival, he had forcibly elevated his cultivation to the Spiritual Sea Realm and used a secret technique that drained his vitality.

This reckless action had left him with severe internal injuries, damaging his organs.

Fortunately, over the past months, the healing pills he had obtained from Leng Yue—gifts from Su Mo—combined with his master’s guidance, had significantly alleviated his condition.

Still, lingering issues remained. Without those two factors, he might have become crippled or even lost his cultivation entirely.

It was ironic that his ability to continue cultivating was thanks to the resources Su Mo had provided through Leng Yue.