Chapter 25: The Humiliation of Murong Fier

“What?”

Murong Fier, momentarily bewildered, felt Xian Yuan’s audacious hand suddenly intrude beneath her garments.

“Ah!!!!!!!!!!”

Murong Fier shrieked, instantly seizing the offending hand.

“You… you scoundrel!”

Feigning pain, Xian Yuan dramatically lamented, “Oh, it hurts so much, so terribly much!”

Murong Fier’s face flushed crimson, like a vibrant bolt of red cloth, her mind reeling with the thought: ‘How dare she!’

“Haha, there’s no need to be shy, after all, we’re both girls; it’s not as if we haven’t seen it all before.” Unabashed, Xian Yuan pulled Murong Fier into a tight embrace.

“Hmph!” Murong Fier scoffed, inwardly seething: ‘This is outright hooliganism!’ She tightened her grip on Xian Yuan’s hand, holding it fast.

Feeling her hand firmly restrained, Xian Yuan conceived a new stratagem, deftly using her free fingers to caress Murong Fier’s skin.

“Oh my, how incredibly soft!” Xian Yuan exclaimed, an expression of pure delight gracing her features.

“Mmm~ ah~”

Murong Fier’s delicate form trembled subtly, her jade hand, which had been clutching Xian Yuan’s intrusive ‘salty pig hand’ (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, ‘xián zhū shǒu,’ referring to a lecherous or groping hand), now felt a distinct loosening of its grip. Internally, however, she was consumed by overwhelming shame, convinced that the Murong family’s honor had been utterly tarnished.

‘An opportunity!’

Sensing the relaxation in Murong Fier’s hand, Xian Yuan seized the opening, driving straight for her objective. She forcibly yanked Murong Fier’s dudou (TL Note: A traditional Chinese bodice, typically worn as an undergarment) directly from within her clothing!

“No!”

Murong Fier cried out in alarm, but her efforts were in vain. Xian Yuan had not bothered to untie the dudou’s knot at the back, opting instead for a forceful tear. With a distinct ripping sound, the knot snapped, and the garment was stripped from her body.

“Give it back! Quickly, give it back to me!”

Murong Fier’s gaze was locked onto the dudou Xian Yuan had snatched. She stomped her foot in a fit of rage, her fury burning like a wildfire, wishing she could instantly strike Xian Yuan dead.

Flames of anger flickered in her eyes, her body trembling faintly. An unprecedented wave of humiliation surged within her. As the esteemed young lady of the Murong family, she had never before endured such an egregious insult!

“I’m merely borrowing it for a moment; I’ll return it to you shortly!” Xian Yuan declared, even as she unfurled the dudou in her hand, spreading it out directly before the group of drugged cultivators.

“Behold! This is the dudou worn by the eldest young lady of the Murong family—is it not exquisite? Cultivators present, can you truly fathom this dudou adorning those fair and blushing ‘Saintess Peaks’ each day? Can you envision the Murong eldest young lady’s impeccably pure and flawless physique?”

The crimson dudou in Xian Yuan’s grasp was embroidered with a resplendent, multicolored phoenix, dazzling all who beheld it.

Under the potent influence of the aphrodisiac, some male cultivators, whose willpower proved insufficient, found themselves unable to resist the overwhelming temptation, gradually succumbing to base, lustful thoughts.

Murong Fier watched her dudou brazenly displayed for all to see, feeling utterly mortified. Her face instantly flushed a deep crimson, her eyes brimming with boundless shame. Yet, having just poured all her strength into an attack, she now found herself devoid of even a shred of power to impede Xian Yuan’s actions.

Her hands fell limply to her sides, her body trembling slightly. She felt her dignity had suffered an irreparable blow, and the intertwining agony of internal rage and profound humiliation formed an inexpressible torment.

****

“Sect Master Shen! You must provide our Murong family with a satisfactory explanation, or my Murong family will raze your Heavenly Gate Island to the ground!” Murong Yuntian roared, his face contorted with fury as he watched the live broadcast. To have his own granddaughter so shamelessly ridiculed—was this not a blatant slap to the face of his Murong family?!

“Uh, well, Patriarch Murong, please try to calm yourself. This wicked disciple, once this incident concludes, I will personally see to her discipline.”

Shen Xiulan, observing the nearly incandescent Murong Yuntian, privately wished to utter a certain vulgar phrase (TL Note: ‘mmp’ is a common Chinese internet slang, short for ‘motherf**ker’, used to express extreme frustration or anger) but refrained. After this conference, the entire world would undoubtedly learn of Xian Yuan’s actions, and it was likely that everyone would thereafter view Heavenly Gate Island with prejudiced eyes.

“Uh, Patriarch Murong, please, a moment of calm.”

“Calm? How can you tell me to calm down!?” Murong Yuntian bellowed, his hands clenching into tight fists in the air, as if striving to crush his burning rage.

“Sect Master Shen, members of my Murong family are not to be wantonly bullied! If you cannot furnish a reasonable explanation, I, Murong Yuntian, swear that I shall level your Heavenly Gate Island to the very earth!”

Shen Xiulan’s complexion, too, darkened considerably. She was acutely aware of Murong Yuntian’s formidable strength, and she knew that when he erupted in anger, his threats were never empty words. Furthermore, the Murong family wielded immense influence throughout the entire Eastern Sea; truly provoking them would plunge Heavenly Gate Island into an exceedingly precarious situation.

“Patriarch Murong, I…” Shen Xiulan began, but the unfolding events on the screen made her instantly retract her words, for she understood that this time, they were utterly doomed.

****

Observing that some male cultivators remained resolutely unyielding, Xian Yuan conceived a truly sinister idea—one that might deeply wrong Murong Fier. Yet, in the very next instant, her resolve solidified.

‘No time for hesitation; I’ll act now!’

Xian Yuan moved directly to Murong Fier’s side, her large, seemingly innocent eyes fixed intently upon her.

“What are you planning?” Murong Fier’s beautiful face was etched with shame and indignation. Though she had no idea what Xian Yuan intended, an inexplicable blend of panic and furious humiliation welled within her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you.” Xian Yuan offered a faint smile. She gently patted the back of Murong Fier’s hand, attempting to soothe her.