The Villain: Claiming The Protagonist's Master

"Yanran, this is an order from the sect. You must obey!"

The woman sitting at the head seat slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp as ice.

This was Jiang Yunxi, the Sect Master of the Immortal Sword Sect.

"No! I refuse."

Chu Yanran shook her head, tears streaming down as bitterness filled her eyes. "Sect Master, you don't understand. Su Chen may be the only son of the Su family head, but he's nothing more than a spoiled, worthless wastel!"

Hearing Chu Yanran call him a "worthless wastrel," Su Chen's eyes narrowed. He tapped his index finger on the armrest of his chair a few times.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

In the dead silence of the council hall, the sound was like a drumbeat pounding on everyone's hearts, sending a shiver down their spines.

They weren't afraid of Su Chen himself, but rather the elder standing behind him with his eyes slightly closed.

"Silence!"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Jiang Yunxi's face. "Yanran, the decision has been made. There's no point in arguing further!"

"But..." Chu Yanran was still unwilling.

Bang!

The doors of the Immortal Sword Sect's council hall were suddenly kicked open from the outside.

A young man in flowing white robes, exuding an extraordinary aura and a cold fury on his face, entered with a sword in hand.

This was none other than Chu Yanran's direct disciple—Ye Fan!

"Is it you, this good-for-nothing, bullying my master?"

Seeing the tears at the corners of Chu Yanran's eyes, fury ignited within Ye Fan as he glared at Su Chen, who sat by the main seat, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

The moment Su Chen saw Ye Fan enter, a slight, mocking smirk crept onto his lips.

So this was the man who, in the original life, had pinned him to the city wall, leaving him to suffer eternal damnation. He would recognize that face even in ashes.

"You insolent disciple!"

Seeing the murderous intent in Ye Fan's eyes, Jiang Yunxi's expression turned frosty. In a flash, she appeared beside Ye Fan, raising her hand to slap him across the face.

Smack!

The slap echoed crisply through the hall.

Ye Fan's cheek instantly swelled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The slap made him see stars, his head reeling.

"Master… Sect Master..." Ye Fan held his reddened cheek, looking at Jiang Yunxi in disbelief. "Sect Master, you... you hit me?"

Though he wasn't her disciple, he was still a leading talent among the younger generation of the Immortal Sword Sect. Jiang Yunxi had always treated him with care, never once raising a hand against him.

Now, she had struck him—over an outsider. How could Ye Fan endure this?

"Outrageous!"

Jiang Yunxi was furious. "Unfilial disciple, get out!"

Turning to Su Chen, she said apologetically, "Young Master Su, I apologize for the disrespectful behavior of this disciple. Please forgive him."

She was doing this to protect Ye Fan. She couldn't risk Su Chen taking offense and commanding the powerful elder behind him to end Ye Fan's life.

Rather than let Su Chen's retainer act, it was better for her to settle the matter herself, giving Su Chen no further reason to escalate things.

"No harm done."

Su Chen gave a gentle smile, his expression serene, yet his tone chillingly cold.

After a glance at Ye Fan, he looked away, dismissing him entirely.

His target this time was Chu Yanran; Ye Fan still had his uses. The boy had luck and opportunities Su Chen intended to strip away, one by one.

Seeing that Su Chen wasn't pursuing the matter, Jiang Yunxi quietly sighed in relief. She nodded to two nearby elders.

The two elders approached Ye Fan, intending to escort him out.

Seeing his own sect master apologizing to Su Chen and ordering his removal, Ye Fan was filled with resentment. Was he, a proud talent of the Immortal Sword Sect, truly worth less than this waste of a man, Su Chen?

"Let go of me!"

Ye Fan struggled hard, but with his cultivation inferior to that of the elders, he couldn't break free.

Unable to escape, he fixed a furious gaze on Su Chen. "Without the Su family, you're nothing but a waste!"

"Oh?"

Su Chen looked up, his gaze icy, and descended from his seat. He didn't walk toward Ye Fan, but instead headed over to Chu Yanran.

He fixed his deep, unfathomable eyes on her, the aura of a superior enveloping her completely.

"So, you don't want to marry me?"

Feeling the oppressive aura, Chu Yanran's face turned pale, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"I... I..."

Chu Yanran stammered, her lips trembling.

She couldn't comprehend how someone like Su Chen, who supposedly had no cultivation, could radiate such a presence.

Su Chen reached out slowly, lifting her delicate chin, his gaze turning cold and his voice carrying a dark edge. "Little beauty, you say I'm a wastrel? Then I'll show you exactly how a wastrel behaves."

Then he turned to the elder standing behind him. "Third Uncle, wipe out the Immortal Sword Sect!"

"As you command, Young Master!"

Boom!

The elder's aura exploded, crushing down like a mountain, a terrifying pressure rippling outward.

"A Grand Saint at the peak level!"

Jiang Yunxi and the others looked in shock at the elder, whose aura revealed three shimmering golden suns behind him, their hearts pounding furiously.

Only at the Grand Saint level could one condense such suns. At the beginning, middle, and late stages, each level bore another sun. The deeper the gold, the stronger the cultivation. A golden sun signified this elder was on the cusp of the quasi-emperor realm, a terrifying power.

Jiang Yunxi and her followers quickly channeled spiritual energy into their martial souls, striving to shield themselves from the oppressive force.

Weaker elders felt blood trickle from the corners of their mouths.

Under the crushing pressure, Ye Fan could barely breathe, his legs forced down onto the floor, his posture utterly humiliated.

Chu Yanran's face turned even paler.

She stared at the elder in shock, fear and panic filling her gaze.

A cultivator of this caliber would be a prized weapon in any force. His presence alone would send shockwaves across the entire Tianxuan Continent.

Yet the Su family had assigned such an elite to protect a supposed non-cultivator like Su Chen. It spoke volumes about Su Chen's standing in the family.

If she refused him now, everyone in the Immortal Sword Sect would perish because of her.

Raising her tear-streaked face, Chu Yanran looked at Su Chen, pleading, "Young Master Su, I'll willingly become your concubine. Please, spare the innocent ones."

"Oh? You've come around?"

Hearing this, Su Chen's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes glinting with mockery as he gazed at Chu Yanran.

He held no sympathy for her. In this world of cultivation, the strong devoured the weak. As the Su family's young master, it was only natural that everyone in the Immortal Sword Sect, including Chu Yanran, would bow before him without a hint of resistance.

Seeing that Su Chen had halted the elder, Chu Yanran finally let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Su Chen and nodded, saying, "Yes, I willingly serve the young master."

"Master, don't agree!"

A furious shout echoed through the hall from the corner.

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(PS: Cultivation Realms:

Qi Condensation

Foundation Establishment

Wheel Sea

Divine Bridge

Beyond Shore

Dao Palace

Divine Ability

Minor Saint

Grand Saint

Quasi-Emperor

Emperor

Each realm has nine stages: Levels 1-3 signify the early stage, 4-6 the middle stage, 7-9 the late stage, with the ninth as the peak.

Martial Souls Grades: Ranges from First Grade to Ninth Grade, then Supreme, Emperor, and Divine tiers.)

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