Chapter 26: The Updraft and Its Aftermath

“Hmm?”

As Murong Fier remained lost in her thoughts, Xian Yuan, the little imp, began to display her tricks.

“Watch this move, my Level 6 ultimate skill, Updraft!” Xian Yuan suddenly raised a hand, and a powerful current of air immediately surged forth. Murong Fier’s skirt was instantly caught by the updraft, fluttering lightly upwards to reveal two snow-white, perfectly straight long legs.

Murong Fier gasped, shutting her eyes in terror. She felt her skirt billow upwards, the wind whistling past her ears as the hem danced wildly, forcing her to clutch desperately at her clothing, striving to preserve some semblance of dignity. Her cheeks burned crimson, her heart a maelstrom of shame and fury.

Xian Yuan, however, wore a triumphant expression, her gaze fixed on Murong Fier, who was now entirely at her mercy, a glint of playful mockery and teasing flickering in her eyes.

Murong Fier felt an overwhelming surge of anger and humiliation, yet she was powerless to resist. Held firmly under Xian Yuan’s control, she was at a loss as to how to navigate this predicament. She could feel the gazes of the surrounding cultivators, their eyes filled with a mixture of lust, ridicule, and disdain, plunging her deeper into shame and despair.

Her skirt billowed in the updraft, intermittently revealing Murong Fier’s legs, their snow-white skin gleaming softly in the sunlight. Her body trembled faintly, an inexpressible surge of complex emotions swirling within her as she felt utterly stripped of all dignity and freedom.

A cunning glint sparkled in Xian Yuan’s eyes as she subtly wiggled her fingers, manipulating the force and direction of the updraft, causing Murong Fier’s skirt to dance as if in a performance.

An indescribable torrent of anger and shame surged through Murong Fier’s heart, making her feel as though she were trapped in an inescapable nightmare. To be so humiliated and controlled by Xian Yuan left her utterly desperate and helpless.

She struggled to suppress her inner fear and rage, attempting to remain calm and composed, but the sensation of her skirt fluttering in the updraft rendered her emotions uncontrollable. Each gust of wind felt like an invisible lash, striking the most vulnerable depths of her soul, shattering her identity as the Murong Family’s proud prodigy.

Murong Fier’s hands clenched tightly onto her skirt, her nails digging into the soft fabric, leaving deep indentations. Her heart pounded, her breath hitched, and a blush crept across her cheeks; she could not bear this feeling of being manipulated and shamed, yet she was powerless to resist.

The scene unfolding before them was witnessed in stark clarity by all the cultivators present; in that moment, their defenses utterly crumbled. Previously, they had managed to restrain themselves, as it had only been a mere *dudou* (TL Note: A traditional Chinese bodice or vest, often worn as an undergarment) that fueled their fantasies, but this time was different. In the instant of the updraft, a glimpse of purple fabric at the base of her thighs became faintly visible, growing increasingly distinct. This visual impact was simply too electrifying, igniting a fervent passion in every cultivator present, making them yearn to pounce immediately.

Moreover, the image of Murong Fier wearing that purple *dudou* set everyone’s imaginations alight, especially when they envisioned her in such attire upon a bed.

In an instant, many cultivators experienced a subtle shift in their lower regions.

“Aha! The time is ripe!” Xian Yuan, with mischievous intent, drew her sword.

Many cultivators had grown frivolous, their minds incapable of contemplating anything else under the influence of their aroused state, granting Xian Yuan a perfect opportunity.

“Nooooo!!!” A bloodcurdling shriek pierced the sky, blood splattered, and the shadow of bodies separating from their vital parts, exploding automatically, enveloped the entire secret realm.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!” Agonized wails echoed through the air as all the male cultivators clutched their crotches in pain, writhing on the ground in agony. Xian Yuan, meanwhile, directly seized Murong Fier and fled, leaving behind a scene of utter chaos and misery.

Indeed, Xian Yuan was merely mischievous, not foolish; had she truly killed these people, Heavenly Gate Island would likely never know peace again.

Shen Xiulan, however, declared that peace was already a distant memory!

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Outside the secret realm, numerous sect masters had already surrounded Shen Xiulan.

“Um, can I say this has nothing to do with me?”

Shen Xiulan’s mouth twitched, and she muttered inwardly, ‘This brat, she’s practically pushing Heavenly Gate Island into a pit!’ The Murong Family Head glared furiously at Shen Xiulan, making her heart feel as though it might leap from her chest.

“Island Master Shen, that is my own granddaughter. Your disciple has ruined my granddaughter’s reputation; how do you intend to resolve this?” the Murong Family Head demanded, his face stern.

Shen Xiulan cursed inwardly, ‘Like I care! Do whatever you want!’ Yet, on the surface, she maintained a radiant smile as she replied, “Family Head Murong, I am quite perplexed by this matter myself. Who could have known Xian Yuan possessed such abilities?”

“Hmph! Your ignorance does not absolve Heavenly Gate Island of responsibility in this matter,” the Murong Family Head sharply retorted.

Shen Xiulan stammered for a moment, but, fortunately, she had prepared herself. She quickly explained, “Well, um, how about having Xian Yuan and your esteemed daughter perform the Golden Orchid Ceremony (TL Note: A traditional ceremony in Chinese culture where two individuals, typically women, pledge sisterhood or deep friendship, often involving an oath.)?”

Upon hearing this, the Murong Family Head’s expression softened slightly as he said, “Taking advantage of my Murong Family? For today’s incident, how about having Xian Yuan serve my granddaughter as a maid for one month?”