At this moment, Li Zhaojun's mind was clear, her only focus to save Ye Fan, who had succumbed to his inner demons. Although she didn't understand why Ye Fan had turned this way, she believed if Ye Fan could unlock her memory seal with his Pure Yang Spiritual Energy, she could awaken Ye Fan's madness with her Pure Yin Spiritual Energy.

As Ye Fan used his spiritual energy to lift the three Mingyuan Sect female disciples, including Hai Hua, intending his next move, Li Zhaojun swiftly approached. Lacking any offensive power herself, the maddened Ye Fan didn't even deign to look her way.

Ye Fan could have easily struck Li Zhaojun away, destroying her Nascent Soul, but he didn't. When he saw those sincere white eyes, his outstretched arm momentarily paused.

"Ye Fan..." Li Zhaojun had already lunged forward, sending her insignificant Pure Yin Spiritual Energy towards Ye Fan's vital point. Only those who truly know each other can identify their beloved's vital energy point.

Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun's spiritual energies had intertwined numerous times during her healing, lacking only the final step to formalize their union. Then, it wouldn't just be Ye Fan's Pure Yang Spiritual Energy roaming within Li Zhaojun, but also her Pure Yin Spiritual Energy could enter Ye Fan, achieving true dual cultivation. But now, Li Zhaojun's energy couldn't directly breach Ye Fan's formidable defense; only a scant amount entered his body.

"Ah!" Although minimal, the psychological impact on Ye Fan was immense.

Under the influence of the Desire Pill, Ye Fan had lost his true nature. Yet Li Zhaojun's energy carried the essence of utmost yin, gentleness, and authenticity. This impact wreaked havoc within Ye Fan, creating a turbulent conflict between frenzy and reason.

Han Qing'er, seeing this, was filled with hatred, shouting, "Kill him, Ye Fan, she's the culprit. She seeks to destroy you, so destroy her, kill her!"

Han Qing'er ignored Fa Ying's instructions, simply wishing for Li Zhaojun's quick death. She hadn't used the Forget Love Pill for this reason, eager to watch Ye Fan wreak havoc, kill his beloved, and eventually die from grief.

"Who am I?" Ye Fan shouted violently, losing all composure, but Li Zhaojun left an indelible mark on his heart.

Despite not recognizing Li Zhaojun, he couldn't bring himself to harm her.

Ye Fan, like a male lion, sought the source of the instigating voice, his rage ever-growing.

"Boom..."

In this state, Ye Fan's Pure Yang Spiritual Energy surged, the red aura around him growing brighter, breaking through from the early to the mid Nascent Soul Stage. Like a mad lion, he rampaged, desperate to vent his inner fury and find the source of that maddening voice.

"Master, Master, are you alright?" The Mingyuan Sect's Hai Hua and her disciples narrowly escaped death, rushing to aid Sect Master Hai Hua despite their scantily clad state.

Hai Hua's Golden Core was damaged, requiring months, if not years, of recuperation. Just as she stood up, another wave of Ye Fan's spiritual energy knocked her down again.

Initially wary, Han Qing'er dared not speak. But upon seeing Ye Fan attack the Mingyuan Sect, she screamed wildly, "Yes, take her; she's evil! Use the most direct method, punish her!"

This outburst revealed Han Qinger's location, Ye Fan pinpointing her amidst the spiritual energies, hidden in the inner hall.

"Whoosh..." A gust swept over Han Qing'er, and in shock, Ye Fan appeared before her, delivering a strike that would devastate anyone at the Golden Core Stage, let alone someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Han Qing'er never expected Ye Fan to arrive so quickly, and with no time to react, only one thought crossed her mind: "Am I going to die like this?"

Yet, Ye Fan didn't intend to kill her. His instinct upon seeing a woman was to inflict pain first, then gradually possess and torture her to death, especially one who had incited his rage.

"Rip..." Han Qing'er felt a chilling breeze down her back as her robe was forcefully torn apart by Ye Fan.

Her plan to escape by running to the inner pool ended abruptly as Ye Fan afforded no opportunity.

With a single tear, Han Qing'er was rendered as vulnerable as the day she was born.

"You can't... ah!"

Attempting to stop Ye Fan, Han Qing'er failed to influence him with her dark voice, as Ye Fan seized her body without a word.

Never had Han Qing'er imagined losing her twenty-year-old innocence this way, like a mere toy in Ye Fan's grasp, feet off the ground, unable to find any support.

After futilely clawing at the air, Han Qing'er ceased struggling, her dignity shattered by both body and mind's overwhelming assault. Like a deflated ball, she succumbed to Ye Fan's ravaging, initially crying in pain but eventually lost in being dominated by him.

"I wanted to destroy him because he looked down on me, right?" Han Qing'er smiled, "Now that he possesses me, I can truly be his slave, basking in the sensation of his conquest. Isn't this what I sought?"

Han Qing'er revered power, drawn to strength, and Ye Fan, through forceful means, had conquered her.

"Slow down, Master... this servant submits to you, Master. You are forever this servant's Master," Han Qing'er endured with a satisfied smile despite the pain.

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