CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 0410: IT’S SWOLLEN, IT’S SWOLLEN

"What the hell!"

Qin Yang was startled. He originally thought she was a stunning beauty—her back, her posture, her aura, her silky hair, her figure—all screamed goddess, the goddess of goddesses. He was even willing to replace the image of the goddess in his heart with hers.

But now...

He couldn’t accept it.

The woman did have a face. But that face wasn’t human; it was one belonging to some unknown creature. There were no eyes, no features—just a circular, sharp-toothed mouth taking up the entire face.

"Get the f*** away from me!"

Qin Yang desperately tried to fly up, but as soon as he lifted off, a tentacle hidden in the river yanked him back down. He battled fiercely, swimming madly toward the shore.

Damn it.

What the hell is this thing?

Are you trying to scam me?

Using your alluring back profile to deceive us naive, kind-hearted believers in true goodness and beauty?

"Help! Somebody help me!"

The psychological blow from this "beauty" was so overwhelming that Qin Yang forgot to resist. The rejection deep within his heart prompted him to frantically escape. If there were a swimming competition in the Immortal Realm, Qin Yang’s speed would certainly grab first place.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

Qin Yang crawled onto the shore and shouted, "Brother Lin, get over here and save me! I’m in deep trouble."

This can’t be called a "beauty," can it?

This is practically a beast!

What the hell is going on? Why is there no honesty between people anymore?

At that moment.

He looked back. The woman seemed incredibly excited and lunged at him. Qin Yang swung a fierce palm strike; it wasn’t a measured strike. He just wanted to obliterate her in one blow.

Even her graceful contour couldn’t suppress his blazing fury.

Bang!

The strike was brutal, shattering half of the woman’s body instantly. But she still managed to lunge directly toward Qin Yang’s crotch.

"Holy—"

Qin Yang tilted his head back, mouth wide open, his eyes rolling white in a dazed expression. His face looked almost... pleasurable, as if he received some kind of "special treatment."

"Get the hell away from me!"

Forming a fist with his five fingers, he smashed towards her head. With a loud bang, the woman’s head exploded instantly, blood and gore splattering everywhere. All his beautiful fantasies shattered.

His heart sank into an icy void.

Why did this have to happen?

My beauty, my love, my hope.

All gone.

He had been deceived.

Why do such things happen? Is there truly no trust left between people anymore?

For some unknown reason.

His chest ached deeply.

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei heard Qin Yang’s despairing screams and rushed over to check the situation. Could he have gone too far? A bit of fun is fine, but going overboard borders on overkill.

However, when they arrived at the scene, they were utterly stunned.

Lin Fan looked at the blood-soaked remains on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Xiang Fei displayed a look of disbelief. He couldn’t fathom how Qin Yang, who had been hanging out with them for quite some time, could commit something like this.

"Brother Qin, isn’t this a bit much? Even if she didn’t agree, you shouldn’t have forced yourself on her! And even if you did, was it necessary to turn her into a pile of minced meat when she resisted?"

Lin Fan felt that Qin Yang wasn’t of the same moral fiber as him—too brutal, too horrifying. As a proud member of the Immortal Sect, Lin Fan prided himself on standing up against injustice and acting righteously, never engaging in such depraved conduct.

Yet he hadn’t expected someone among his companions to stoop so low.

Qin Yang gasped, as if he had suffered immense fright. "I swear, can you guys stop joking around? Do I look like the kind of person who’d do this?"

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.

"It’s not that you *look like*—you obviously *did* it."

Xiang Fei shook his head, saying, "Brother Qin, no matter what, you’re a scion of the Immortal Venerable Family. Haven’t you seen all kinds of women before? Why let rejection drive you to such a rash and excessive action?"

Qin Yang felt trapped in some massive misunderstanding and cried, "If I say it’s not what you think, would you believe me?"

Lin Fan sighed. "I never expected to associate with someone so perverted."

Xiang Fei remarked, "If you can’t have her, destroy her—it does seem to be a tendency among Immortal Venerable scions. But still... I didn’t expect it..."

He left the sentence unfinished.

His impression of Qin Yang had drastically changed.

Realizing he was misunderstood, Qin Yang couldn’t stand it anymore. He howled dramatically, "It’s not what you think! Here’s what happened..."

To prove his innocence, he began recounting the series of events that had unfolded.

He even exaggerated his sleazy expression to make the story more vivid.

Even the little girl standing silently by the side shot him a disgusted glance.

"Look, just now she bit me *here*! I’m completely numb now! Can you take a look and tell me what’s going on? No matter what, I’m at Golden Immortal Cultivation—an Immortal Body shouldn’t experience something like this!" Qin Yang slumped to the ground, pointing at the swollen lump, near tears.

He deeply regretted his actions.

Had he known this would happen, he’d have refrained from overreacting earlier.

Damn it.

Lin Fan sighed in disappointment. Qin Yang indeed seemed lacking in resolve and spirit. If it were up to him, he’d have pinned the woman down by her head and prevented her from turning her face around, then—

*Spit!*

Such revolting behavior wasn’t something he could ever commit.

He was merely expressing disdain for disgusting individuals.

"Little girl, turn away. This next part is not suitable for children," Lin Fan said.

He and Xiang Fei squatted before Qin Yang. Like researchers uncovering a groundbreaking discovery, they seemed intensely curious about Qin Yang’s predicament.

Lin Fan picked up a stick and prodded the lump. "Does it hurt?"

"No," Qin Yang replied worriedly. "Do you think I’m permanently screwed? When she bit me, I didn’t react quickly enough—the moment I fought back and killed her, this happened."

Xiang Fei suggested, "Brother Lin, given his condition, I think we need to tear his clothes apart to get a better look at what’s really going on. What do you think?"

"Yeah, good point," Lin Fan nodded.

Qin Yang, however, couldn’t accept it. "What are you guys planning to do?"

"Brother Qin, your condition is serious. We can’t be careless. We need to tear the clothes apart to figure out what’s going on down there."

"If you don’t agree, we can’t do much. But you’ll have to bear the consequences," Lin Fan emphasized the gravity of the situation, scaring Qin Yang into trembling. Despite having survived countless challenges, this scenario surpassed comprehension.

"Fine! Just do it! What’re you waiting for?!" Qin Yang screamed.

*Rip!*

"Whoa!"

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei gasped audibly as their eyes widened in shock, observing Qin Yang’s grotesquely swollen, unrecognizable injury.

"This is terrifying. How could it swell up like this? It’s completely disfigured."

"Agreed. Brother Qin isn’t weak—he’s at Golden Immortal Realm, with an Immortal Body no less. What kind of mouth could inflict such damage? Brother Lin, how can we treat this?"

"Hard to say... Maybe we’ll have to cut it off."

"Cut it off and let it regenerate? That might work."

"Sigh! What a tragedy for Brother Qin to endure such suffering. Truly heartbreaking."

Initially, Qin Yang was touched by their sympathy for his injury, but wait—are they even speaking like normal humans anymore?

*Cut it off?*

Are they serious?

"Hey! What are you guys planning? No way am I cutting *anything*! I’d rather die than cut it off!" Qin Yang protested.

Lin Fan reasoned, "Brother Qin, you need to face reality. It’s swollen beyond recognition now, and we haven’t come up with a solution yet. As a last resort, cutting it off wouldn’t be the end of the world. You’re an Immortal Body; Limb Regeneration is perfectly possible."

"No way! I absolutely won’t agree to that. Even if this thing rots and falls apart, I won’t cut it off! It’s a matter of a man’s dignity!" Qin Yang said firmly.

He was desperate to figure out.

What the hell was that woman anyway? A "back-view assassin"—her deadly impact was truly off the charts, almost breaking his psyche.

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei observed him for a while. If they really wanted to uncover the truth, someone would have to step up and dig deeper.

But judging by Qin Yang’s demeanor, did he look like someone willing to let them investigate?

Even if Qin Yang agreed, Lin Fan wouldn’t do it.

It was unbearably revolting.

"Then there’s no other option. You’ll have to endure this and figure it out on your own," Lin Fan said.

Xiang Fei added, "With Brother Qin’s abilities, he might just heal naturally. It’ll just take some time."

Qin Yang looked dejectedly down at his injury.

Self-heal?

That’d take years!

"So what should I do now?" Qin Yang asked.

Lin Fan advised, "Nobody’s going to notice what’s going on down there. Just dress properly and make sure no one sees."

Qin Yang felt like he’d hit rock bottom.

At this moment.

Lin Fan examined the scraps of flesh on the ground. While the woman had been smashed into pieces, some parts remained relatively intact.

Based on his initial observations, Lin Fan concluded that Qin Yang falling for such deception was only natural. Her silhouette was indeed commanding; few would be able to resist.

Qin Yang got up, walking awkwardly. The swelling was unbearable—horribly embarrassing. He constantly felt that whenever someone looked at him, their gaze would stop at his crotch first.

Soon.

They encountered a group of people, led by an elderly man with a serious expression. It was evident they weren’t ordinary passersby.

Lin Fan exchanged glances with the group; neither party spoke. Perhaps their silent exchange conveyed that they were just passing through, with no ill intentions—no need to start a fight.

The elderly man remained expressionless, but when his gaze landed on Qin Yang’s crotch, he suddenly asked, "Young friend, please stop for a moment."

"Are you talking to me?" Qin Yang pointed at himself. His mood wasn’t great at the moment; he was rather sulky. Why was it that nothing good ever seemed to happen to him?

He only ever seemed to run into crap situations, one worse than the next.

The elderly man looked at Qin Yang and asked, "Young friend, could it be that the condition of... that area is the result of an encounter with a faceless woman?"

Initially irritated by the man’s staring, Qin Yang’s mood shifted upon hearing him describe his exact predicament.