Chapter 21: Simp Number One

Following close behind was none other than the "Little Sweetie" he had teased earlier.

Han Yang calmly activated his Eyes of Truth. Beneath Fairy Miaoyin’s seemingly youthful appearance, her true age was revealed: two hundred and thirty-seven years old! She really was an old monster!

Not only that, but he also discovered that Fairy Miaoyin possessed a rare spiritual constitution—the Nine-Yin Profound Pulse. This was the hallmark of a top-tier cultivation vessel!

A surge of heat rose in Han Yang’s heart. This Fairy Miaoyin was even more interesting than he had imagined.

"Sect Master Han of the Demon Clan, I have long heard of your notorious reputation."

Fairy Miaoyin frowned, her tone cold, lacking any of the usual polite pleasantries.

Han Yang was not annoyed; instead, he laughed heartily.

"The Fairy is too kind. Compared to the 'Miaoyin' name you bear, my meager skills are truly not worth mentioning."

He deliberately emphasized the word "Miaoyin," his gaze wandering over her body without restraint.

"You!"

Fairy Miaoyin’s face darkened; she clearly understood the double entendre in his words.

"Since the Fairy has come today, may I ask what the purpose of your visit is?"

Han Yang suppressed his smile and asked with feigned seriousness, though he was already calculating how to capture this Fairy Miaoyin for himself.

"My disciple, Sweetie, made a wager with you."

Fairy Miaoyin suppressed her burning anger and said coldly:

"If you can defeat me, Sweetie will join your Bliss Sect. But if you lose, you must dissolve your sect immediately."

Upon hearing this, Han Yang feigned surprise:

"Does the Fairy not feel this wager is unfair?"

He paused deliberately, his eyes lingering on Fairy Miaoyin’s ample bosom, and said with a mocking tone:

"With those two melons of yours acting as buffers, this bet is surely bullying me a bit too much, isn't it?"

Fairy Miaoyin’s face turned livid, and she nearly lost her restraint, wanting to teach this degenerate a lesson. But she knew this was not the time to act on impulse, so she could only swallow her rage and say coldly:

"The outcome has yet to be decided; it is too early to say such things."

Watching the pair of master and disciple, Han Yang’s wicked intentions grew. He licked his lips and said:

"How about this: if I win, both of you shall stay."

Fairy Miaoyin laughed in anger:

"You are quite greedy; I only have one disciple."

"I want you as well!"

Han Yang stared fixedly at Fairy Miaoyin, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

"Wishful thinking!"

Fairy Miaoyin could no longer hold back. An ancient zither appeared out of thin air in her hands. As her slender fingers plucked the strings, sound waves transformed into blades and rushed toward Han Yang.

Han Yang did not dodge or evade; he simply sneered. A surge of surging Chaos Energy erupted from his body, dissolving all the incoming sonic blades.

"Is that all the skill you have to challenge this Sect Master?"

Han Yang snorted in disdain. With a flash, he appeared directly in front of Fairy Miaoyin. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her forcefully into his arms, and used his other hand to reach unceremoniously toward her full chest...

"Shameless wretch!"

Fairy Miaoyin was both shocked and furious. She struggled with all her might, but she felt as if she were gripped by iron pliers, unable to move a muscle.

Little Sweetie cried out in alarm, wanting to rush forward to help, but was suppressed by the overwhelming pressure emanating from Han Yang, leaving her unable to budge.

"Tsk tsk, this figure, this skin—truly worthy of an elder of the Heavenly Sound Sect. You are very well-maintained."

Han Yang held Fairy Miaoyin captive with one hand while the other roamed wantonly over her body. His fingertips brushed against her delicate skin, savoring its astonishing elasticity, his words dripping with frivolity.

Fairy Miaoyin was mortified, her pretty face flushed bright red.

"Let me go! You shameless lecher!"

She struggled desperately, yet it was as if she had fallen into a quagmire, unable to move in the slightest. The spiritual energy within her surged wildly, attempting to break through Han Yang’s restraint, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

"Yo, you’ve got quite a temper."

Han Yang laughed instead of getting angry. His movements became even more audacious as he pinched Fairy Miaoyin’s exquisite chin, forcing her to look at him.

"But I like it."

Fairy Miaoyin gritted her teeth, a flicker of resolve flashing in her eyes. She stopped struggling and instead poured all her spiritual energy into the Seven-Stringed Linglong Zither in her hands.

The zither emitted a dazzling light, and the clanging music transformed into sharp, fierce sonic blades that swept toward Han Yang.

Han Yang smiled contemptuously. His Chaos Energy surged, forming an indestructible barrier that dissolved every sonic blade. The blades struck his barrier, producing the sound of clashing metal, yet they could not shake Han Yang in the slightest.

Seeing that brute force was ineffective, Fairy Miaoyin’s thoughts raced, and she changed her strategy.

The melody shifted suddenly—at times wailing and sorrowful, at others like the sounds of battle, majestic and unpredictable—all in an attempt to disrupt Han Yang’s concentration.

Han Yang remained calm on the surface, continuing to tease Fairy Miaoyin with even more explicit words and bolder actions, as if he were completely unaffected by the music.

"Fairy, your zither skills are truly marvelous. Why don't we find a quiet place to discuss them properly?"

However, in the shadows, Han Yang had already heightened his vigilance, using his Eyes of Truth to constantly observe Fairy Miaoyin’s movements. He discovered that she was playing a unique melody, and a powerful energy was gathering before her, as if she were brewing a formidable move.

While continuing to provoke Fairy Miaoyin to distract her, Han Yang secretly circulated his Vajra Immovable Technique, preparing to meet her ultimate strike.

Seeing that Han Yang remained unmoved, Fairy Miaoyin’s music suddenly became high-pitched and intense. A powerful sonic energy condensed before her, forming a giant sonic phoenix that radiated brilliant light and lunged toward Han Yang.

"Finally, you’re playing for real?"

A sharp glint flashed in Han Yang’s eyes; he knew Fairy Miaoyin was risking everything. He no longer hid his strength, and his Chaos Energy exploded to its full extent, manifesting as a massive Golden-Winged Peng. Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky as it collided with the sonic phoenix.

The Golden-Winged Peng and the sonic phoenix crashed into each other in mid-air, emitting a deafening roar. The two powerful energies clashed, creating a massive shockwave that swept across the surroundings.

Little Sweetie was blown away by the impact, crashing heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, and falling unconscious.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Han Yang suddenly felt a strange energy surging within his body. His Vajra Immovable Technique began to operate on its own, crazily absorbing the surrounding energy, including the sonic energy released by Fairy Miaoyin.

"This... what is happening?"

Han Yang was shocked, then immediately overjoyed. He discovered that a portion of the energy absorbed by the Vajra Immovable Technique was being converted into his own power, making his already formidable Chaos Energy even purer and more potent.

"My thanks for the gift, Fairy!"

"Now, it is your turn..."

With a flash, he appeared before Fairy Miaoyin once more, reaching out to pull her into his arms.

Just as Han Yang’s fingertips were about to touch her delicate skin, a sharp sword aura suddenly tore through the air, striking directly at his face.