The Villain: Claiming The Protagonist's Master

At that moment, Ye Fan was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His entire body bristled with tension, and a fierce anger surged within him.

"That damned wench!"

He muttered through gritted teeth, his face contorting with rage.

Indeed, the couple approaching him was none other than Su Chen and Chu Yanran.

They say that old enemies cross paths with fire in their eyes.

Ye Fan's hatred for Su Chen, that arrogant and unruly young master who looked down on everyone, ran deep. The humiliation he suffered at the sect that day still haunted him, a memory that would scar him for life.

Yet his resentment toward his own master, Chu Yanran, was no less intense—in fact, it burned even hotter.

After all, on that fateful day, not only did she fail to defend him, but when Su Chen's vile threats loomed over her, his so-called honorable master chose to submit. To please Su Chen, she had even broken Ye Fan's legs herself.

That shame was etched into Ye Fan's heart, a wound that refused to heal.

If he had the chance, he would make sure Chu Yanran regretted every last thing she did.

Seeing the dark and shifting expressions on Ye Fan's face, the fury barely contained, Xiao Ruoyu could tell that he and the approaching pair shared a bitter grudge—one that ran deep.

She knew Su Chen, of course, but Chu Yanran's identity was a mystery to her.

Su Chen also noticed Ye Fan watching him.

Catching sight of the venomous glint in Ye Fan's gaze, a mocking smile crept onto Su Chen's lips. 'This guy still couldn't let go of that day's humiliation, could he?'

Since Su Chen had first crossed over into this world, his animosity with Ye Fan was set. Only one of them would be left standing in the end.

And for now, Ye Fan still had his uses. Su Chen couldn't kill him—not yet. Otherwise, with Su Chen's ruthless nature, he would have eliminated Ye Fan in that very moment at the Immortal Sword Sect.

This was all part of Su Chen's carefully laid plan. First, he'd embarrass Ye Fan in front of Xiao Ruoyu. The second step? Showing up with Chu Yanran to provoke him further, so that Xiao Ruoyu could finally see Ye Fan's true face—a mask of hypocrisy. After today, she would lose all trust in him.

"Oh my, Yanran, isn't that your 'wonderful' disciple, Ye Fan?"

Feigning surprise, Su Chen looked over at Ye Fan with a mocking expression, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Simultaneously, his hand, resting on Chu Yanran's curvaceous waist, gave a little squeeze.

Chu Yanran nearly gasped aloud but held back. Though she was a cultivator, she could still feel the wicked power radiating from Su Chen's hand.

But with her traitorous disciple standing right there, she forced herself to endure it.

Her gaze fell on Ye Fan, her lips curling into an icy smile. "Traitor, shouldn't you be in the sect? What are you doing here?"

"Hah."

Ye Fan laughed darkly, his gaze mocking, as if he were looking at a fool. "And since when do I have to report my every move to you?"

He'd seen it all, that moment when Su Chen had acted indecently toward Chu Yanran. Although she hid it well, nothing escaped his sharp eyes.

The master he once viewed as pure and untouchable had sunk to such a level. It shattered Ye Fan's worldview, filling his eyes with disappointment and disgust as he looked at her.

Slap!

A crisp slap echoed as Chu Yanran's hand connected with Ye Fan's face, jerking his head to the side and drawing blood from his mouth.

The slap was loud, resonant, and shocking.

Everyone nearby drew a collective gasp, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief.

No one had expected such a beautiful woman to suddenly lash out.

"Traitor! How dare you disrespect your master?" Chu Yanran's voice was as cold as frost, her gaze sharp as she bit out each word.

She hadn't seen him in mere days, yet he had become so defiant, showing no respect for his elders.

It was the first time she'd slapped someone. Even when disciplining disciples who'd made mistakes, she had never resorted to hitting. But today, her patience had run out.

She couldn't forget how this traitor had tried to drug her just days before, intent on taking advantage of her. Thinking about it, a wave of anger and shame washed over her.

"Hah."

Ye Fan's face was dark, a smear of blood on his lips.

He lifted his hand to touch his swollen cheek. A chilling glint flashed in his eyes as his mouth twisted into a sinister smile. "I'm disrespectful? And what about you, dear Master? Clinging to the Su family young master, willing to be his plaything just to climb the ranks? You're the one who's truly disgraceful."

"You—"

Chu Yanran trembled with rage, her vision swimming as she fought to keep her composure.

Never could she have imagined that the disciple she had doted on since he was young would one day spit such filth at her.

Her chest heaved with anger, her breaths coming shallow as her heart struggled under the strain.

Then she felt a pair of warm hands settle around her waist, a familiar, reassuring scent washing over her.

This presence brought her an inexplicable sense of calm and security, as if she'd found something to lean on.

She looked up and saw Su Chen's handsome face, his lips curling into a faint smile as he watched her.

"Young Master..."

Finally, the tightness in her heart eased, and she relaxed, her body swaying as she collapsed into Su Chen's warm embrace.

Seeing Su Chen holding his master in such a protective, almost affectionate manner, Ye Fan's fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His face darkened, his eyes blazing with fury.

A vicious thought roared in his mind: 'Su Chen, just wait. One day, you'll understand what it means to face a true Child of Destiny! And as for you, Chu Yanran... one day, I'll make you beg beneath me!'

Smack!

Suddenly, a powerful hand slapped across Ye Fan's right cheek, faster than he could see, leaving only a blur.

Pfft—

The slap was so forceful that two of Ye Fan's teeth flew out, a trickle of blood staining his lips.

"Who…?"

Ye Fan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

He was a peak expert in the Dao Palace realm. How could someone strike him without him sensing it?

He looked up, only to see Su Chen, still holding Chu Yanran, towering over him with a mocking, taunting gaze.

"Traitor, today I shall teach you a lesson on behalf of your master." Su Chen's cold voice commanded, signaling Su Meier with a glance.

Su Mei'er immediately understood. Her aura of a late-stage Great Sage realm cultivator burst forth, the spiritual energy in the area drawn to her like a vortex. It surged into her body, the sheer pressure making the air tremble.

Behind her, three golden sun-like projections appeared.

"You… what… what are you going to do?"

A sudden, intense sense of dread welled up in Ye Fan's heart. His face turned ghostly pale as he desperately tried to flee.

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