“Disgusting.”

Though Nan Mengling had seen her master’s true colors in the recording, this was the first time she witnessed such a lecherous, obsessive display right before her eyes. She’d bathed again today—last night’s scent thoroughly washed away—yet the Sword God still keenly detected a trace of something amiss. He achieved this through an ancient martial arts sensory enhancement technique, sharpening one sense to an extreme. But using it *here*? She’d never seen anything like it…

She could barely reconcile the man before her with the tender master she once knew. The more she reminisced, the stronger her resolve to sever this toxic bond.

“Who I’m with is none of your business.”

Nan Mengling unleashed her sword. Mid-to-upper tier second-rate swordsmanship fused with Ninth Tier abilities sent black-and-white energy currents slicing through the night.

The Sword God sobbed with grief and fury, slashing down:

“None of my business… None of my business… Whoever you’re with… none of my business… Hahaha…”

Amidst the all-out clash, his avatar radiated unnatural excitement. His face twisted in agony: “*I* raised you! Fed you, clothed you, taught you this swordsmanship… Why elope with another man? Do you call him ‘Young Master’? Do you call him ‘Master’ in bed?! Was I not good enough? Did I raise you just to kneel before a man and perform oral favors?!”

His voice rose with each word; his sword intent crashed down harder, wilder.

Nan Mengling *could* have held her ground—but hearing her revered master spew such filth, painting her as an ungrateful wretch, a loose woman… Yes, last night was consensual, tender, *theirs*. What right did *he* have? *He* gathered men to defile her! Yet now *she* was the betrayer?

“Mengling, stay calm. Your master’s lost it. Completely… mad.”

Zhou Jiuyu had thought losing most of his lust would leave only rage. He was wrong.

This was like an emperor with three thousand concubines declared a eunuch overnight. The despair shattered him. He now drowned in a cuckold fetish, fully immersed in imagined betrayal—conveniently forgetting what he did to her parents, his own schemes. *He* was the victim! The cuckolded victim!

Pain tore through him… yet his body thrilled.

“Mad? *I’m* not mad!” Each strike faster, heavier. “*You’re* the mad one! Why take Mengling from me?! Why?! On what grounds?!” Bloodshot eyes flashed at Zhou Jiuyu, then locked on Nan Mengling. “Mengling… I’ll give you one last chance. Come home. *Please*. Don’t let him fool you. Think—who *really* raised you? Don’t… don’t sleep with him anymore… okay?”

Nan Mengling stayed silent, icy, deflecting every blow. His skill dwarfed the Lesser Sword God Mountain disciple’s by a full tier. A stalemate now—but time favored *him*.

“Mengling… if you can’t leave him… I’ll let you bring him up the mountain…” His expression flickered between sorrow and delusion. Everyone knew it was nonsense. He was too deep.

She stayed silent. Any word would be a *reward*. He’d twisted reality: *he* orchestrated the “self-cuckolding,” yet played the wronged husband while a blond rival “stole” his heroine. Every rejection became “play” for him—fueling tears and arousal. “Home”? “The mountain”? Had those “guests” even left?

“You ignore me now? For this stray man? Ten years of care… worth less than one night with him?!”

Her silence ignited wilder fantasies—more vivid than her own hidden desires. More stimulation. More agony. More trembling.

“Mengling… how could you?!”

He roared. Ancient martial energy surged into his blade. A terrifying sword intent cleaved the “Heaven-Class” chamber and surrounding buildings clean in half.

Nan Mengling barely held on. Then—she saw it. A sea of spectral blades and spears materializing behind him. Relief washed over her.

But before Zhou Jiuyu could strike—

“Fuck you, old bastard! Sword God? More like *Scumbag God*! Damn despicable! Slandering my grandparents? You disgusting cuckold slave!”

From the shadows, Tong Che erupted. Dark energy coalesced in his fists, brimming with Spirit Energy—*SLAM!*

The Sword God’s avatar head—*the Sobbing Sword*—exploded. Blood sprayed.

“Pah! Cuckold!” Tong Che spat on the corpse.

Nan Mengling and Zhou Jiuyu froze. Zhou had assumed Tong fled the moment the Sword God arrived—after all, he’d bolted faster than anyone from Shao Xiuqi! Yet he’d lain in wait. Truthfully, *his* Spirit Energy alone might not kill the Sword God… but an Eighth Tier powerhouse like Tong Che? Absolutely.

“Good grandson. Well done.” Zhou patted his shoulder.

Tong Che beamed. “My duty…”

Just as Zhou reached for the complete Primordial Breathing Technique—

*THUMP!*

The headless avatar corpse—the shattered-hilt “Sobbing Sword”—jerked upright like a zombie. Transformed into a blade-only flying sword. *Whoosh!* Vanished into the earth.

Zhou Jiuyu’s eye twitched. “Damn… this thing can *play dead*?!”