Chapter 63: Despicable, Shameless, and Depraved!

Xiao Yang was, however, rather puzzled.
“Does it really smell that bad?”
He muttered doubtfully, unaware that it wasn’t the smell itself, but rather the sheer discomfort his actions caused.
Another dozen breaths of time passed before Nalan Fangya finally stood up, her eyes fixed intently on Xiao Yang.
“I swear I’ll kill you. You’ve humiliated me!”
“Girl! You can eat recklessly, but you can’t speak recklessly!”
Xiao Yang flatly denied it, though he still felt a twinge of guilt.
Such a beautiful woman, and he had tormented her with a foul sock.
He feared this grudge would not be easily resolved.
“I will kill you,” Nalan Fangya said, her eyes slightly red.
She had lost her composure.
Ever since her family fell and she became an orphan, this was the first time she had lost her cool.
Even on the day her family was destroyed, she had faced it calmly—analyzing the situation coolly, then escaping with her wits.
“Vengeance breeds vengeance without end. Why don’t we sit down and talk this through?”
Xiao Yang said helplessly.
He had known the moment he used that tactic that this woman would probably hate him from then on.
“Get lost! Don’t waste your breath. I’ll kill you myself,” she shot back, unleashing her full power as she struggled to break free of the rope binding her. But she had no idea what kind of rope this was.
No matter how much force she, a mighty Martial Master, exerted, she could not break free.
Witnessing this, Xiao Yang found it somewhat amusing.
To prevent the awkward situation of her escaping, Xiao Yang had reinforced the hemp rope nine times.
Its toughness now rivaled that of a spiritual artifact.
“Don’t waste your energy, you won’t break free,” he said.
“Be good, admit your mistake to me and I’ll untie you.”
He casually picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite, and plopped himself onto the sofa, grinning as he watched the struggling Nalan Fangya.
“You shameless wretch!”
Nalan Fangya gritted her teeth, glaring at Xiao Yang with fury.
She had never suffered such humiliation in her life.
And to make matters worse...
Just thinking of that thing in her mouth made her retch.
It was intolerable.
“If you have the guts, let me go. Let’s have a fair fight. If I lose, I’ll marry you!”
To get free of the rope, Nalan Fangya was willing to risk it all.
After speaking, even someone as strong as she was couldn’t help but blush slightly.
Xiao Yang saw this and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
“This crazy woman is actually quite charming when she’s shy.”

Being stared at so directly by a man, Nalan Fangya hung her head slightly, her voice trembling with anger and embarrassment.
“If you’re a man, then untie me. Let’s fight fair and square!”
“Uh? If I don’t let you go, do you still want to try it by force?”
He blurted it out without thinking, and immediately regretted it.
In his excitement, he had spoken his thoughts aloud.
Glancing at her cautiously, he saw Nalan Fangya’s face as red as a ripe apple, tempting one to take a bite—though he couldn’t tell whether it was from shame or rage.
“Huff!”
Nalan Fangya’s chest heaved, clearly furious.
She, the pride of North Desert City, a renowned genius, had been humiliated by a scoundrel today.
After failing to break free again, a manic light flashed in her eyes.
“Hmph! You vile man! Even if you take my body, you’ll never have my heart.”
She suddenly stood, declaring this before Xiao Yang in disbelief.
“What are you trying to do?”
He asked, confused.
The next moment, Nalan Fangya dashed straight toward the wall.
Xiao Yang was dumbfounded.
All he could think was,
“Have you read too many ridiculous novels? You’re a Martial Master—would running into a wall even kill you?”
But there was no time to ponder further.
He had to save this foolish woman who threatened suicide at the drop of a hat.
Though she couldn’t die from it, she’d certainly end up with a bump on her forehead—a beautiful woman like her, and he’d have to explain it to her uncle later.
“Let’s talk this over, don’t do anything rash!”
But Nalan Fangya was determined to end her life, charging headlong for the wall.
Xiao Yang realized that if he tried to grab her from behind, he’d probably jostle her so hard she’d be badly shaken by the impact.
Given her momentum, it would not end well.
“Here goes nothing.”
His eyes flashed as he accelerated past her.
The next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, his back slamming hard against the wall.
Almost simultaneously, Nalan Fangya realized something was wrong.
She should have hit the wall—so why didn’t she feel any pain?
She had personally inspected, designed, and approved every part of the Treasure Hall.
The walls were as sturdy as refined iron.
“Good heavens! That’s hard!”
At that moment, Xiao Yang also realized the wall behind him was incredibly solid, making his back ache fiercely.
Just then, Nalan Fangya caught sight of a bare foot, then looked up in shock.
She saw Xiao Yang clutching his abdomen.

That collision had really been no joke—he nearly spat blood.
“You…”
She stared at Xiao Yang, speechless as he held his belly.
Xiao Yang, however, was holding back a bellyful of anger.
What a bizarre woman—threatening suicide over a few words.
She was certainly steadfast!
“Let me make this clear: I don’t like you, and I definitely won’t marry you, so stop daydreaming.”
He couldn’t help rubbing his stomach as he spoke—his organs had taken the brunt of the impact, and the pain was intense.
Nalan Fangya, stunned, looked at him in disbelief, but soon exploded in anger.
“As if I want to marry you! There are plenty of people who want to marry me!”
“That’s for the best.”
As he spoke, Xiao Yang produced another length of hemp rope.
Panic flashed in Nalan Fangya’s eyes as she instinctively backed away several steps.
“What…what are you trying to do?”
Once, Xiao Yang might have teased her for fun, but now he had no such mood.
To him, she was simply a madwoman who couldn’t take a joke.
If she tried to kill herself a few more times, he’d be the one reporting to the underworld.
For his own safety, he decided he’d better bind her feet as well.
“I warn you, don’t force me to do something unforgivable.”
Xiao Yang’s voice was cold.
In a heartbeat, he had already subdued the unresisting Nalan Fangya, tossing her onto the sofa and grabbing her delicate feet; in a few swift moves, he tied her legs together.
“You…you…”
Nalan Fangya, realizing what had happened, was so furious she was gasping for breath.
Her eyes blazed with hatred at Xiao Yang; if looks could kill, he’d have been torn apart a hundred times over.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m doing this for your own good—I’m afraid you’ll do something foolish again.”
Xiao Yang even sounded a bit pleased with himself.
But Nalan Fangya was not grateful.
“You despicable scoundrel, I curse you to die a miserable death…”
She began cursing him at once.
Xiao Yang frowned, shooting her a fierce glare, but it had no effect—she continued to curse.
Fortunately, the room was well soundproofed, otherwise the entire building would have been in an uproar.
The pride of North Desert City, a peerless beauty, tied up and left to the side.
“Don’t make me use my socks,” Xiao Yang threatened coldly, pushed to his limit by her curses.
In that instant, a chill ran down Nalan Fangya’s spine, and she shuddered involuntarily.
Her stomach heaved with revulsion.