The two men didn't hide their conversation from Yun Yun, who naturally overheard it. A surge of shame and indignation rose within her already despairing heart.
Their words were filled with doubt about her strength, which was undoubtedly another heavy blow to Yun Yun. Her chest was filled with resentment, her face burning, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.
Suddenly, Yun Yun found a surge of courage and roared at Hun Changqing,
"Bastard! You and those two Dou Huangs are all the same, you're all disgusting! You'll get your retribution sooner or later!"
"Waaah...waaah!" After uttering the last word, Yun Yun seemed to lose all her strength instantly, feeling as if the whole world had abandoned her. She collapsed onto the bed and wept bitterly, her cries incredibly shrill and filled with endless despair.
As Yun Yun's mournful cries rang out, a somber atmosphere enveloped the entire room. As if infected by her grief, the once azure sky outside the window darkened and dimmed. Dark clouds
gathered, flashes of lightning flickered within them, and moisture began to rise in the air, as if the very heavens and earth were pitying Yun Yun's tragic fate, about to shed tears, and angered by Hun Changqing, ready to unleash their thunder.
However, this was merely a temporary weather phenomenon. The heavens and earth felt no anger for Yun Yun's plight, and the thunder could not harm the evil Hun Changqing. Yun Yun's fate remained unchanged.
Hun Changqing felt no pity for Yun Yun, for her current state was entirely his own doing. He watched the heartbroken Yun Yun with a wicked smile, amusement on his face.
Hun Changqing waved to Hai Bodong, signaling him to leave. Hai Bodong immediately understood, bowed to Hun Changqing, and hurriedly departed.
After leaving the room, Hai Bodong pondered Yun Yun's words, comparing Hun Changqing with the two Dou Huangs. He concluded that at least Hun Changqing wouldn't abandon Yun Yun at the auction afterward, which was one of his few redeeming qualities.
Hai Bodong then shook his head sharply, clearing these chaotic thoughts from his mind. He dared not let his mind wander any further and quickly left the pavilion, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard to cultivate. He also kept watch over the gate for Hun Changqing, preventing any unwelcome intruders from disturbing him.
Hun Changqing slowly walked towards Yun Yun. As he drew closer, Yun Yun's body trembled more violently, and her cries grew more shrill and desperate.
"Hehehe... Sect Master Yunyun, do you know... how beautiful you are in your despair and grief~"
Hun Changqing bent down, his face close to Yunyun's, speaking in a hoarse voice.
Upon hearing Hun Changqing's voice, Yunyun's sobs stopped abruptly, but her fear intensified. Hearing Hun Changqing's voice, which sounded like the wailing of a demon from hell, she recalled the twisted and disgusting words uttered by the lewd, withered old man as he approached her.
Recalling that desperate image, Yunyun trembled even more violently. She had completely projected the image of the lewd, withered old man onto Hun Changqing beneath the black robe. This time, no one could stop him, and Yunyun was doomed, trapped in an abyss of no return.
Yunyun dared not look up; she dared not face this unbearable reality. She clenched her teeth, her jade hands gripping tightly, her nails digging into her palms, blood gushing out. Seeing Yun Yun's ostrich-like demeanor, Hun Changqing found it somewhat amusing. He reached out, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up, forcing her to face him with unavoidable gaze.
"Heh heh... Sect Master Yun Yun, you seem quite afraid of me? Are you deeply terrified? You don't need to be so afraid. The best way to overcome fear is to face it, don't you think?"
Hun Changqing's voice, like a demonic whisper, softly echoed in Yun Yun's ears. His eerie, twisted words constantly irritated her already wounded heart.
Hun Changqing's figure and voice had now left a deep shadow in her heart, one that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Unless she overcame this shadow, no matter what her cultivation level, the mere thought of Hun Changqing would engulf her in endless fear, turning her back into the helpless, sorrowful, pitiful person she was now.
Yun Yun could no longer bear the overwhelming despair, the feeling of not seeing a single ray of light. It was as if a string in her mind had snapped; all reason had been completely lost. She no longer cared about potentially upsetting the person before her or implicating the Yunlan Sect. She began to frantically twist her body, her delicate fists pounding wildly against Hun Changqing, roaring incessantly,
"Ah! Demon! Pervert! Bastard! Die! Die! Why are you alive! Just die... Waaah..."
As her roars spiraled out of control, tears once again streamed from her swollen eyes, soaking her already tear-streaked face, making her look like a cat covered in tears. It was impossible to recognize her as the once noble and dignified Sect Master of the Yunlan Sect. Her dignity and pride had been thrown to the ground and ruthlessly crushed by Hun Changqing.
"Hehehe... Thank you for your praise... Sect Master Yunyun..."
Hun Changqing was completely unfazed by Yunyun's harmless insults. Instead, his wicked smile deepened. He tossed Yunyun onto the soft bed, looking down at her with a chilling gaze.
"Sect Master Yunyun, your mental state is a bit off right now. I advise you to calm down. Your insults won't change your fate. On the contrary, your current recklessness might cause some minor mishaps for your Yunlan Sect. You probably don't want to see anything happen to the Yunlan Sect, do you?"
Upon hearing this, Yunyun's previously ferocious and crazed expression instantly froze, replaced by a sorrowful and beautiful smile. Her eyes were utterly empty and vacant, and she kept muttering,
"Yunlan Sect... Yunlan Sect... Master... Master..."
Seeing this, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in Hun Changqing's eyes, and he let out an incredibly sinister and eerie laugh.
"Hehehehe... Let's begin..."