The True Nature of Evil

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Looking down at Mo Qingkuang, Chu Yanran's red lips slightly parted. It took her a long moment to regain her senses. 

She glanced around and found the place empty. It was a vast and desolate area with no sign of any sect members coming to her rescue. 

She was filled with shock and despair. 

Mo Qingkuang could abduct her right under the noses of so many people without being detected, not even by a martial emperor as strong as Qin Wufeng. 

Had he become this powerful? 

In reality, it wasn't that Qin Wufeng hadn't reacted, but that Fu Qing had stopped him beforehand. Chu Yanran wasn't aware of this. 

Panicking, she tightened her grip on her collar, unable to shake off the memories of Mo Qingkuang's past transgressions. 

Mo Qingkuang had repeatedly used crude methods to force her into submission. Although she had always managed to evade him, the fear lingered. 

Now, Mo Qingkuang was far stronger than she was, and without anyone to assist her, if he intended to… 

Chu Yanran's fears proved to be unfounded. 

Mo Qingkuang had no interest in her anymore. Even her delicate face and graceful figure now seemed repulsive to him. 

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you," Mo Qingkuang said coldly, looking at her as if she were a corpse. 

Chu Yanran was taken aback. This Mo Qingkuang felt entirely unfamiliar. Her impression of him had been that of a notorious bully. 

She felt both relieved and disappointed. 

Relieved that Mo Qingkuang seemed to have no improper intentions toward her, so she wouldn't betray Lin Yang. 

Disappointed that someone who once catered to her every whim now regarded her with utter disdain. 

"Where is he?" Mo Qingkuang asked coldly. 

"He?" Chu Yanran hesitated for a moment, then realized, "Is this why you brought me here?" 

Mo Qingkuang gave her a cold stare. "Just answer my goddamn question!" 

Seeing Mo Qingkuang's fierce expression, Chu Yanran's feelings of indignation from their past encounters resurfaced, turning into hatred. 

She suddenly burst into laughter, her voice ringing with mockery and joy: "Hahahahaha..." 

"Why are you laughing?" Mo Qingkuang's annoyance grew. Worried her laughter might draw unwanted attention, he lost control of his anger and slapped her. 

"Hahahahaha..." 

Chu Yanran's delicate cheek swelled from the slap, but she paused only briefly before continuing to laugh. 

After a while, she stopped, biting her lip, and panting slightly. "Go on, hit me again! You didn't get enough last time?" 

Mo Qingkuang's hand trembled as he struggled to restrain himself. It was evident that Chu Yanran still harboured resentment from their previous encounter. His slap had hit a nerve. 

"Where is he?" Mo Qingkuang demanded, his face dark with anger, trying to keep his fury in check. 

"Who are you asking about? Lin Yang?" Chu Yanran tilted her head, not bothering to stand up or dust off her clothes. She settled into a more comfortable position, her tone mocking. 

As if she had heard something amusing, Chu Yanran laughed again: "You're still afraid of him! Mo Qingkuang, you're still afraid of him!" 

"Afraid of him? I'm not afraid of him! Where is he?" Mo Qingkuang roared, not caring if anyone heard. 

Chu Yanran's words were like a thorn, piercing deeply into his heart. Lin Yang was indeed a lingering shadow in his mind. 

"No! You are afraid of him!" Chu Yanran shook her head firmly. "You have always lived in the shadow of being defeated by him. No matter how many times you win, as long as he is alive, you can never be at peace." 

"You are always afraid! Afraid that he will rise again and come back for revenge. No, he has already risen, you should know. In the latest Young Qilin Rankings, he is first, and you are second." 

"He is still above you; he will always be stronger than you! Don't think that just because you got lucky a few times, you can suppress Lin Yang." 

Chu Yanran's words grew more fervent, more brazen, not taking Mo Qingkuang's furious gaze seriously at all. 

"Ah—shut up! Bitch, do you believe I won't kill you?" Mo Qingkuang roared, grabbing Chu Yanran's pale neck and lifting her roughly from the ground. 

Despite the pain, Chu Yanran continued to smile, a mix of agony and defiance making her look even more eerie. 

"Kill me! Then do it, I'm not afraid! Lin Yang will avenge me!" Chu Yanran said with difficulty, her face turning red and her beautiful eyes filling with blood. 

"You're not afraid of death? You'd rather die than reveal his whereabouts?" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth. 

Lin Yang! What virtue or ability do you have? 

"Of course! For Lin Yang, I'm willing to give up everything, even my life," Chu Yanran said resolutely. 

Then, she began to provoke Mo Qingkuang again: "You're envious, aren't you? Lin Yang is ten thousand times stronger than you! No, you don't even deserve to be compared to him!" 

As expected, the thing Mo Qingkuang hated most was being told he was inferior to Lin Yang. 

His face twisted with rage; he threw Chu Yanran violently to the ground. "Shut up, bitch!" 

"Ugh—" Chu Yanran coughed painfully, trying to catch her breath. 

Then she continued, relentless: "Kill me! Why don't you dare? Are you afraid of Lin Yang coming for revenge?" 

Mo Qingkuang panted heavily; his eyes full of murderous intent as he stared at Chu Yanran. 

After a long time, Mo Qingkuang laughed. "Trying to provoke me into killing you? I won't grant your wish!" 

He suddenly stepped forward and struck out with his palm. With a ripping sound, Chu Yanran's dress was torn apart, leaving only her undergarments to cover her. 

Chu Yanran thought Mo Qingkuang, driven to his limit by her provocations, was about to violate her. 

She closed her eyes, her heart filled with sorrow: "Lin Yang, I'm sorry, I can't stand by your side and rule the world." 

But after a long time, she felt no pain, only a chill. 

Chu Yanran opened her eyes to see that Mo Qingkuang hadn't struck to kill her but had instead shredded her clothes. 

"Ah—" Chu Yanran screamed, curling up and trying to cover herself. 

"You said you had no interest in me! Don't you dare touch me, I'd rather die!" Chu Yanran screamed in terror, rushing towards a nearby tree to end her life. 

She would rather die than be defiled by Mo Qingkuang and betray Lin Yang. 

But how could she be faster than Mo Qingkuang? In a situation where the difference in strength was overwhelming, she couldn't even manage to die in front of him. 

Mo Qingkuang flashed and appeared between Chu Yanran and the tree, her head colliding with his hand. 

Mo Qingkuang grabbed her wrists, controlling her firmly. 

Chu Yanran's body was exquisite, but Mo Qingkuang's eyes held no lust: "No, how could I let you die?" 

"I want you to live. Don't worry, I won't harm you. I will strip you and send you back." 

"Let the Imperial Academy, Yunxiao Palace, and your Yuan Sword Sect brothers all see what kind of fairy Lin Yang's woman is." 

Mo Qingkuang laughed evilly, his tone chilling.