Chapter 12: The Stunning Aunt-Master Su—The Irresistible Temptation of Cuckoldry
Under the gaze of tens of thousands gathered on the Dao Comprehension Plaza, the red-clad celestial beauty, her figure impossibly alluring, strode forward with long, graceful steps—headed directly toward the black-clothed youth.
And then—
Smack!
With a surge of true essence, Guo Yourong delivered a resounding slap!
Ye Chen, who had greeted her with a smile, entirely unguarded before the presence of such a beauty, was struck head-on.
His feet left the ground as his body flew backwards like a severed kite, arcing through the air as a trail of blood traced a perfect parabola behind him.
The plaza fell into stunned silence.
Even Lin Xiao was dumbfounded.
"Second Junior Sister, what are you doing!?" he couldn't help but shout, his voice tight with disbelief.
"My apologies, Senior Brother," Guo Yourong replied coolly, her tone shifting to tender concern as she approached.
"That crude mortal dared to be discourteous to you. He deserved to be punished. Are you… all right?"
The surrounding crowd erupted.
"She called him Senior Brother? Could she be a disciple of Shenluan Peak too?"
"If so, that peak's full of wild tempers! First this violent fairy, now her… I've heard the head of Shenluan Peak—Fairy Xiao—is even more capricious and terrifying!"
"I'm having second thoughts about joining the sect, honestly…"
The ruckus grew louder as whispers filled the air.
But Lin Xiao remained frozen in place, like a statue struck by lightning. His mind couldn't catch up.
What… the hell is this woman doing?
She's a main heroine!
You were supposed to help the protagonist! Instead you just beat the crap out of him and then turned around and cared for me—the villain!
What happened to your heart!?
Lin Xiao was on the verge of mental collapse, his mind blank and reeling with dread.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen, the original protagonist of Supreme Emperor, was also dazed by the blow.
His handsome face was blank, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the air before him, dazed and disbelieving.
He had marched from Zhongzhou to the Eastern Territories, flattening all opposition along the way.
He'd slain enemies far beyond his level—empresses, generals, assassins—none could stop his path.
But now, the moment he stepped into Qīnglán's domain—he was slapped in the face before even joining the sect.
By not one but two beautiful women.
How could this be tolerated? How could this go unanswered!?
"Old Shi!!" he growled internally, nearly spitting blood. "Get out here! Explain this to me!"
"So this is your so-called land of fortune!? Are you screwing with me!?"
"Don't think I don't see your true intentions! You and I—we're just using each other! If you won't give me a clear explanation today, I'll rip this damn ring off right now!"
His voice trembled with fury. He was no longer the calm, peerless young lord of yesterday—just a mad beast on the edge of collapse.
Inside the ring, the old voice wavered, clearly panicked. "Little friend, calm down! This… this was an accident!"
"My Heaven-Calculating Abacus is a peerless artifact capable of divining destiny—errors like this shouldn't exist! The only explanation is…"
"Is what? Speak, damn you!" Ye Chen's voice dropped into a snarl, his patience at an end.
"There must be someone within Qīnglán Sect… someone whose presence distorts the very threads of Heaven's will! Their providence might be equal to yours… perhaps even the one who stole your fortune…"
Ye Chen froze. Then slowly, his expression twisted into a cold sneer, a chilling fury surging behind his eyes.
"I see… so that's how it is."
"Then… shall we retreat for now?" the voice in the ring pleaded. "Before he notices your presence. The Divine Continent is vast—sects number in the thousands!"
"There are secret realms, heavenly artifacts, beauty in every direction! Compared to all that, Qīnglán Sect is nothing more than a footnote!"
"Know when to bend," the old voice urged, "and you'll go far…"
"Hah… know when to bend?" Ye Chen laughed, but the sound was devoid of mirth. His lips curled in a frosty sneer, and a storm of murderous intent surged around him.
"Old Shi—listen carefully."
"If Heaven turns its back on me, then I will—defy Heaven. Slay Heaven. Tear Heaven down!"
"There is no such word as retreat in my path!"
"My coming to Qīnglán Sect now serves a new purpose—I will kill the bastard who stole my fate."
"And I'll conquer every woman on Shenluan Peak—including the renowned Fairy Xiao!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, then lifted his giant black sword and began walking, one step at a time, toward Lin Xiao.
"Senior Brother, step back! He's clearly after you!" Guo Yourong threw herself between them.
After the dreamlike script had played through her mind, she now knew Ye Chen's full strength.
According to that projected script, before even joining the sect, Ye Chen—relying on his Eighth Realm martial prowess—would easily crush the so-called "trash" of a senior brother.
Then, at the moment of Lin Xiao's downfall, his beast companion would appear and expose all his secrets, leaving him utterly ruined.
"Even if… even if he really did steal something from Master…"
"Senior Brother Lin is gentle and noble. If he did it, there must be a reason!"
Resolute now, Guo Yourong stood her ground.
Yet Lin Xiao—
His eyes brimmed with tears.
Watching Ye Chen approach with deadly intent, he didn't panic—instead, he trembled with gratitude.
He'd seen Ye Chen talking to that ring, arguing with its hidden "old man," and for a moment, he feared the worst.
What if that old bastard figured everything out and pulled Ye Chen away from Qīnglán Sect?
If that happened, the storyline would collapse—everything would fall apart.
And he would never return to the real world again. Never see his parents. Never see his little sister.
But now—Good brother! I knew you were reliable!"
"In all of Supreme Emperor, you and I are the only two who actually respect the script!"
Moved to his core, Lin Xiao could barely keep from sobbing aloud.
Just then, a voice echoed again from above:
"Fèngmíng Peak's head, Lady Su, has arrived!"
She's here!
The protagonist's strongest early-game backer—his aunt-master Su Mei—had finally arrived.
The heroines of Shenluan Peak were unreliable, but at least this external support was solid!
Relieved, Lin Xiao looked up with the crowd.
He had seen many stunning beauties before—his junior sisters, even his enchanting master—but this time…
Even he was stunned.
Descending from the clouds, seated atop a radiant seven-colored fire phoenix, a woman in golden silk robes descended like a goddess.
The hem of her flame-patterned dress was cut provocatively high, revealing long, snow-white legs that crossed in effortless elegance.
She wore her hair in a dignified chignon, her complexion like porcelain, her features fine and exquisite, and at the corner of one eye—a tear-shaped beauty mark.
She was like a noble matron carved from moonlight and fire, her every movement brimming with restrained seduction.
Her gaze alone could bring nations to their knees.
Damn.
The author didn't lie. This is exactly my type.
Even if she had a Dao companion. Even if he, Lin Xiao, once prided himself on pure romance…
This time, he really, really wanted to become the villainous "ox-headed man."
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