บท 26: Chapter 26: He Must Be Scheming Against Me
Boom!
Seeing the situation unfold, Su Mei'er narrowed her eyes and smirked, her delicate hand sweeping forward. An overwhelming force, as powerful as a mountain crashing down, bore down on Ye Fan.
Ye Fan felt as if he were plunging into an abyss, bound by an invisible force that rendered him immobile.
Bang!
His knees crashed into the stone slabs beneath him with a heavy thud.
"A… a Grand Saint Realm expert!"
The crowd froze, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
No one had expected Su Mei'er's cultivation to have reached the late stage of the Grand Saint Realm.
If someone like her was merely Su Chen's subordinate, then what level had Su Chen himself attained? This thought chilled everyone present, their gazes slowly shifting to Su Chen.
"Su Chen, you despicable coward!" Ye Fan, pinned to the ground by Su Mei'er's oppressive aura, glared daggers at Su Chen, veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed red like a cornered beast. "Hiding behind a woman—what kind of hero does that? If you've got the guts, face me one-on-one!"
Su Chen glanced at him indifferently, the look on his face filled with disdain.
"Pah! Someone like you dares demand a duel with me? You aren't even worth my time," Su Chen sneered.
With that, he wrapped his arm around Chu Yanran's waist and strolled toward the Tianqiong Auction House without a second glance.
"Aaah!" Ye Fan, watching the pair walk away, clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His eyes bulged as he gritted his teeth, fury twisting his expression. "Su Chen, you vile scum! I, Ye Fan, will never let this go!"
"Seeking death?"
At Ye Fan's words, Su Mei'er narrowed her eyes and waved her hand once more.
Bang!
Ye Fan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, soaring hundreds of meters before slamming into the ground, dust rising where he fell.
"You…"
Blood trickled from Ye Fan's lips, his face flushed crimson with the strain of even forming a single word. He was utterly defeated, lying in the dirt, unable to speak further.
In a flash, Su Mei'er vanished from her spot, reappearing right in front of Ye Fan. She placed her foot on his chest, her gaze cold and mocking.
Ye Fan's face contorted with pain, his organs feeling as though they were about to shift from the pressure. He could hardly breathe, his lips pale and his eyes dim. He lay there, unable to utter a word, staring at Su Mei'er with a mixture of anger, hatred, and growing fear.
Because the woman towering above him was a Grand Saint at the late stage, someone he had absolutely no power to resist.
Just then, a gentle voice rang out, "Senior, please show mercy!"
Xiao Ruoyu didn't know Su Mei'er, mistaking her for someone much older and thus addressing her as "senior."
Su Mei'er turned toward the voice, her gaze landing on Xiao Ruoyu's humble expression and the hint of pleading in her eyes.
Glancing back at Ye Fan, Su Mei'er sneered coldly, looking down at him with undisguised contempt. "Trash like you dares to challenge the Young Master? Know your place."
Ye Fan's face turned red, his lips trembling as he struggled to respond, though he had nothing to say. He hadn't expected her to be so ruthless.
"Since the esteemed Miss Xiao has spoken, I'll spare you, like the dog you are."
With one last disdainful glance, Su Mei'er turned and left, chasing after Su Chen. She left behind Ye Fan, whose face was a mix of hatred and humiliation.
Watching Su Chen and his companions disappear into the distance, Ye Fan ground his teeth in rage, his gaze fierce as that of a trapped beast.
"Curse you! Just wait—you'll see, I, Ye Fan, won't let this go!"
A sinister chill flickered in his eyes, and a murderous aura radiated from him.
But the surrounding onlookers only found him laughable.
"Is this fool out of his mind? Challenging the Young Master of the Su family without knowing his own limits."
"Obviously. From the looks of him, he's some small-town nobody, blissfully ignorant of how insignificant he truly is."
"Exactly. These days, every stray cat and dog thinks they're the strongest in the entire Tianxuan Continent."
The sharp laughter and jeering voices reached Ye Fan's ears, making his body tremble. Black smoke seemed to rise from him, his face twisting with rage as a monstrous killing intent surged out.
The intensity of his aura forced the surrounding crowd to back away instinctively, fearing they might get caught in whatever storm he was brewing.
Ye Fan forced himself to his feet, his expression becoming more determined than ever.
He would not be defeated. He would not endure this humiliation. One day, he would make them all regret every word they had spoken.
His gaze fixated once more on Su Chen's departing figure, blazing like a star in his eyes.
"Su Chen… It has to be him, scheming against me from the shadows."
Cold anger glinted in Ye Fan's eyes. He was convinced that all of today's events were Su Chen's doing, a deliberate plot to humiliate him in front of Xiao Ruoyu and paint him as unreasonable.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Xia Qingxue couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching her sides as her delicate frame trembled, her chest quivering.
"What's so funny?" Ye Fan's face darkened, his gaze sharp and chilling as he looked at Xia Qingxue.
"Su Chen is the heir of the Su family, a man of incomparable status. Scheme against you?" Xia Qingxue scoffed. "And what are you, exactly?"
Her words were quickly met with nods and murmurs from the bystanders.
"Exactly! This guy's got a screw loose, getting all paranoid now."
"Does he really think someone as high and mighty as Su Chen has nothing better to do than plot against a small fry like him?"
"I told you, he's out of his mind."
The crowd looked on at Ye Fan like he was a clown, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.
Ye Fan's face darkened, his icy killing intent surging forth. These people were beneath him, mere ants. One day, he would make sure they paid for their mocking words.
He swept his cold gaze over those who had insulted him, causing them to shudder and fall silent. Though they didn't truly fear him, they saw no need to provoke a man with such a bloodthirsty aura and an unusual dual-pupilled gaze.
Once the crowd had fallen silent, Ye Fan turned to Xiao Ruoyu, pleading, "Miss Xiao, please, you must believe me. My instincts are never wrong."
"Believe you?" Xia Qingxue sneered. "You can't even get into the Tianqiong Auction House. Why should we trust you?"
Xia Qingxue wrapped her arm around Xiao Ruoyu's, urging her, "Ruoyu, let's go inside. The auction is about to start."
"Alright," Xiao Ruoyu nodded, and the two women headed toward the auction house together.
"Damn it!"
Ye Fan's fist struck the ground, smashing a stone into dust.
Every instinct told him that something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
It felt as though a meticulous web had been laid out, drawing him in, waiting for him to stumble into it. The objective was clear—to see him humiliated before Xiao Ruoyu, to have her think of him as nothing more than a madman.
Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder, freezing Ye Fan in place. Slowly, he turned around, staring in shock at the familiar face before him.
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