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Chapter 154: Sheng Zhixia Was Scared to Tears!

Li Ran rubbed his temples, deep in thought.

How exactly did he get exposed?

His relationship with Yue Jianli was a well-kept secret, and no one should have known about it.

Yet from Sheng Zhixia’s words, it was clear that she already knew about their intimate relationship.

That had only happened recently—so how did she find out so quickly?

"Could it be Qin Ruyan who leaked it?"

He pondered for a moment but quickly dismissed the idea.

Qin Ruyan had seen his ruthless side before and knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill if necessary.

Moreover, exposing this secret wouldn’t benefit her in any way.

And if she had intended to blackmail him, she definitely wouldn’t have spread the news.

"That means… Sheng Zhixia must have been spying on us!"

Li Ran’s eyes turned cold.

"If she really has some ulterior motive, I don’t care if she’s an imperial princess—I’ll kill her all the same!"

On this flying boat, the strongest person was General Gan, who was only at late-stage Nascent Soul.

Li Ran had already killed Soul Division Realm cultivators before—how could a mere Nascent Soul expert stop him?

With a dark expression, he stepped out of his room and headed upstairs.

At that moment, Sheng Zhixia was still rolling around in bed, lost in her own thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

She quickly sat up and cleared her throat. "Who is it?"

A guard’s voice came from outside. "Reporting to Your Highness, Holy Son Li Ran wishes to see you."

"Holy Son Li?"

Sheng Zhixia’s eyes widened in shock. "W-Wait a moment!"

She leapt out of bed, hurried to the mirror, and fixed her messy hair.

After smoothing out the wrinkles on her clothes, she sat gracefully in a chair, forcing herself to remain composed.

"Ahem, let him in."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The door opened, and Li Ran walked in with a smile. "Greetings, Princess Sheng."

Sheng Zhixia stood up and nodded. "Holy Son Li is too polite. What brings you here?"

Just as the door closed behind him, Li Ran’s smile vanished.

He covered her mouth, pinning her down onto the bed!

"Mmph?!"

Sheng Zhixia’s eyes widened in terror.

She had no idea why he was attacking her out of nowhere, and in her panic, she even forgot to resist.

Li Ran activated his Miragefree Sight, carefully scanning the entire room for traps or surveillance formations.

After confirming there was nothing, he set up a soundproof barrier.

Then he looked down at Sheng Zhixia, his golden eyes radiating a cold, merciless light.

"Speak. What exactly are you plotting?"

"Mmph! Mmph mmph!"

"Oh right, you can’t talk when I’m covering your mouth."

Li Ran let go, and Sheng Zhixia immediately bolted for the door.

But she only made it two steps before—

Thud!

She fell flat on the floor.

A red rope had wrapped around her, binding her hands behind her back and lifting them high above her head.

Her body was completely restrained, accentuating her curvaceous figure in an extremely compromising position.

A faint glow surrounded her as an invisible force lifted her off the ground, suspending her midair.

Li Ran calmly dragged over a chair, sitting down leisurely in front of her.

"Princess Sheng, don’t even think about playing tricks."

"Because no matter what tricks you know—I guarantee, I know more."

Sheng Zhixia’s face turned pale. "I warn you, my imperial guards are right outside!"

Li Ran shrugged. "Go ahead, scream. Let’s see if anyone comes to save you."

"Guards! Help! Protect me!"

Sheng Zhixia shouted for help, her voice echoing through the room.

But outside, there was only silence.

She tried to channel her cultivation, but the moment she did, a black energy blade appeared at her throat.

If she moved even an inch, it would decapitate her instantly.

Sheng Zhixia’s face darkened, her voice filled with anger and fear.

"I invited you here out of goodwill, yet you treat me like this?! Why?!"

She thought Li Ran was about to do something terrible to her.

Li Ran narrowed his eyes. "Goodwill?"

"Then why were you spying on me?"

Sheng Zhixia was stunned. "When did I ever spy on you?!"

"Still playing dumb?"

Li Ran let out a sinister grin.

"Princess Sheng, you seem to have forgotten… I am from the Demonic Path."

"And what I’m best at—"

"Is torture."

A flash of light appeared in Li Ran’s hand—a sharp dagger.

He stood up and walked toward Sheng Zhixia, running the cold blade along her skin, making the fine hairs on her body stand on end.

"W-What do you want?!" Sheng Zhixia stammered. "I am a princess of the Sheng Dynasty! You better not act recklessly!"

Li Ran smiled playfully. "Don’t be so anxious. Since Princess Sheng doesn’t want to talk, we’ll just… take our time."

His fingers brushed against her smooth, fair skin, and he let out a mock sigh. "Such fine material… It’d be a shame to ruin it. I’ll have to be careful."

"Material?" Sheng Zhixia was confused.

Li Ran nodded. "Yes. Your upper body could make a nice vest. Your legs—perfect for boot lining. And as for the softest, most delicate part near the thighs… I think I’ll make two pairs of gloves. They should be quite warm in winter."

He licked his lips, his expression eerily similar to that of a deranged lunatic.

Sheng Zhixia shuddered violently, cold sweat dripping down her back.

Her teeth clenched in anger. "You monster! Even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you go!"

Li Ran chuckled. "Relax, you won’t die so quickly. My craft requires you to be alive for the best results."

"Pain and rage make the muscles tense, the skin tighten—"

"That’s when it becomes the most soft… the most elastic."

His voice deepened, filled with sinister amusement.

"So go ahead—struggle. Get angry. That only makes it more fun for me!"

"Heh heh heh…"

Li Ran grinned and licked the edge of the blade.

Then he paused. Wait a second… this is getting a little too immersive.

He turned away and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"Now, where should I start?"

He tapped his chin, as if seriously considering his options.

Sheng Zhixia stared at him blankly, feeling the cold tip of the knife press against her skin.

Tears began to well up in her wide, trembling eyes.

Then, suddenly—

"You pervert!"

She burst into tears.

"W-Waaaahh!!"

Li Ran swallowed nervously. "Hey, I haven’t even done anything yet—"

"Waaaahhh!"

Sheng Zhixia sobbed uncontrollably, her cries shaking the entire room.

Li Ran stood frozen in place.

"I was just improvising a little. Was it really that scary?"

"Aren’t you a imperial princess? A Golden Core cultivator? What the hell are you crying for?!"

But instead of stopping, Sheng Zhixia cried even harder.

Her wails were like a demonic curse, drilling into Li Ran’s skull and giving him an unbearable headache.

Li Ran lay sprawled on the desk, eyes vacant, his soul nearly leaving his body.

Meanwhile, Sheng Zhixia sat on the floor, her eyes swollen and red, still hiccupping between soft sobs.

Li Ran finally spoke, his voice tired and lifeless.

"You do realize… I was just messing with you, right?"

Sheng Zhixia sniffled. "I couldn't tell!"

Li Ran nearly choked on his own breath.

"I was the one being spied on! Why are you crying harder than me?!"

Sheng Zhixia wiped her nose and sobbed, "Who spied on you?! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!"

Li Ran narrowed his eyes.

"Then how did you know about me and Yue Jianli?"

Sheng Zhixia froze.

A second later, her entire face turned crimson.

So this was what he was talking about!