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He had defiled Shan Meixian, yet Zhu Yuyan hadn't killed him. One reason was his formidable martial arts, as Zhu Yuyan might not have been able to defeat him. Secondly, he was an essential part of the Yin Gui Sect's combat strength. Killing him would greatly diminish the sect's power. The other members of the Yin Gui Sect also might not have wished for Bian Bufu's death. These combined reasons allowed Bian Bufu to continue living comfortably within the Yin Gui Sect.

"The Yin Gui Sect has no further use for you," Zhu Yuyan said.

As Zhu Yuyan's delicate hand lifted, Bian Bufu immediately sensed a terrifying crisis. His hair stood on end, and he was petrified with fear.

"Senior Sister, spare my life!" Bian Bufu shouted in terror, his gaze turning to the Yin Gui Sect Elders beside him, hoping they would plead for him.

However, as his gaze swept over them, each Elder either turned their head away or feigned indifference, their minds seemingly elsewhere. Zhu Yuyan's ascension to Great Grandmaster had elevated her status beyond comparison. They didn't dare offend Zhu Yuyan for Bian Bufu's sake. Thus, they all ignored Bian Bufu's pleas.

Damn it! Bian Bufu realized their intentions. He understood they would never speak for him. Rage consumed him, yet he was helpless. Meanwhile, Zhu Yuyan looked determined to kill him.

He gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Zhu Yuyan, don't think just because you've ascended to Great Grandmaster that you can do whatever you want. Killing me won't be so easy!"

After spitting out those harsh words, Bian Bufu used his Qinggong and turned to flee. With his martial skills, even without the Yin Gui Sect, he could still live a carefree life as a rapist, wandering the martial world.

"You think you can escape?" A captivating sneer curled upon Zhu Yuyan's beautiful face. She wasn't merely a new Great Grandmaster. She was a powerhouse at the Half Step Void Shattering realm.

WHOOSH.

A stream of Heavenly Demon True Qi erupted from Zhu Yuyan's fingertips, swift as lightning. Before anyone could react, it had silently pierced through Bian Bufu's Dantian.

Bian Bufu fled at high speed, feeling nothing, not believing Zhu Yuyan could stop him.

"Zhu Yuyan, you've only just broken through! If I want to leave, you can't possibly..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt his body lighten. His strength drained away like air from a deflated ball, and he plummeted to the ground.

How is this possible?

Impossible!

Bian Bufu's eyes widened, only then realizing that his Dantian had been pierced at some unknown time. Zhu Yuyan's attack had been so swift that he hadn't felt a thing.

"No, my martial arts..." Bian Bufu screamed hysterically, as if mad. As a lecher, his martial arts were his only crutch. Without them, even if Zhu Yuyan didn't kill him, he would face a miserable death.

HISS!

Witnessing this, Wen Caiting and the other Elders gasped. It wasn't Bian Bufu's destroyed Dantian that horrified them, but Zhu Yuyan's sheer strength. She had crippled Bian Bufu in a single move. He hadn't even had time to react. If Zhu Yuyan wanted them dead, they might not even know how they died.

Too horrifying!

Too terrifying!

Is this a Great Grandmaster?

But even Great Grandmasters aren't this terrifying, are they?

"Take him away. He will be a blood sacrifice to my Divine Spirit," Zhu Yuyan said indifferently, as if she had merely crushed an ant, her heart utterly unmoved.

"Yes, Sect Leader!" Two Yin Gui Sect disciples immediately stepped forward and dragged Bian Bufu away.

A blood sacrifice to my Divine Spirit? What on earth is she talking about? Shangshang, Wen Caiting, and the others looked at Zhu Yuyan, puzzled. Since when did our Yin Gui Sect start worshiping a Divine Spirit? And use Bian Bufu as a blood sacrifice? They didn't dare speak rashly. They were filled with questions. For instance, how had Zhu Yuyan managed to break through to the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique? Can it be cultivated even if one isn't a virgin?

"Master, what Divine Spirit are you talking about for this blood sacrifice?" Shangshang couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Are you all curious as to how I managed to break through the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique?" Zhu Yuyan didn't answer Shangshang's question but instead looked at the crowd and spoke aloud. "Are you all thinking that the Ancestor's teaching—that only a virgin can cultivate the Heavenly Demon Technique to Perfection—is wrong?"

The crowd exchanged glances. For a moment, no one spoke. They were naturally curious. But they couldn't fathom Zhu Yuyan's intentions. Is she testing us? Although they were all members of the Yin Gui Sect, martial arts techniques were personal secrets, especially concerning Zhu Yuyan and the Heavenly Demon Technique. Zhu Yuyan had just crippled Bian Bufu. They didn't want to court disaster. If Zhu Yuyan was indeed testing them, one wrong move could see them share Bian Bufu's fate. It's best to be cautious.

Seeing their silence, Zhu Yuyan knew their thoughts and said, "Of course, the teachings passed down by the Ancestor are not wrong!"

This left the crowd even more bewildered. If the Ancestor isn't wrong, then how did you break through? Don't tell us you're still a virgin. You have a granddaughter, for crying out loud!

"I was able to break through the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Technique because I was favored by a Divine Spirit!" Zhu Yuyan's voice boomed like thunder in everyone's mind.

They were utterly dumbfounded. Favored by a Divine Spirit? Does she take us for fools?

"Congratulations to the Sect Leader for receiving Divine favor, uniting the Holy Gate, and shaking the martial world," they said. Though they did not believe it in their hearts and even scoffed at the notion, their words uniformly offered congratulations.

Zhu Yuyan clearly didn't want to tell them the truth, so if she said it was a Divine Spirit, then a Divine Spirit it was. They certainly wouldn't dare probe the secret of Zhu Yuyan's breakthrough.

"You don't believe me?" Zhu Yuyan's eyebrows arched, a trace of indignation on her stunning face.