Heavens' Laughter

"Why—!? Please… Don't do this!"

A young woman with short black hair, soft bangs framing her face, and wide grey eyes brimming with tears clutched her robe tightly against her chest.

Her trembling hands tried to hold it in place, but it continued to be pulled, exposing more of her pale skin with each moment.

"Shut up! Shut up!! Shut up!!!"

A young man with piercing green eyes and long green hair, adorned with earrings and a nose ring, was furious, his gaze full of lust as he showed no intention of letting up anytime soon.

The young woman's expression was one of distress, her body shrinking as she tried to keep herself covered, glancing around in search of help or a way to escape.@@novelbin@@

However, she couldn't move, as the young man got on top of her, pressing down with even more force. With their realms so far apart, she was powerless to resist.

"Brother Leung, once you're finished, mind if I take a turn?" A bald young man, his face etched with tribal markings, grinned with an unsettling eagerness.

His eyes lingered on the young woman with obvious lust, though he knew his place was clear—his brother had first claim.

Still, that didn't stop the bald young man from silently hoping he'd get a turn once he was finished.

"Shut up! I want to go next!" shouted a tall, plump young man, his voice dripping with impatience. His face and neck were covered in a network of deep scars.

He licked his lips hungrily, snorting like a wild boar. Drool began to drip from the corners of his mouth, his eyes glinting with twisted anticipation as he ogled.

The plump young man had long harbored a twisted infatuation with the young woman on the forest floor.

'Mini Yang~ why couldn't you just accept my love?' he thought to himself.

The plump young man had tried countless times to win her over, offering her everything he could—riches, power, and promises of anything she wanted.

Yet, she remained steadfast in her loyalty to her fiancé, never once sparing him a glance.

No matter how he begged or how much he offered, her heart was never his to claim, and that only fueled his obsession.

'Though it's a shame, I won't get to take her virginity…' the plump young man mused inwardly, his lips curling into a sinister smile:

'No matter—I'll simply make her my mistress.'

The plump young man had already begun thinking, planning to buy her from Brother Leung once he was done with her.

He was confident of getting her, as he and his Senior Leung shared a long history, having grown up together in the same clan.

Their bond, rooted in shared power and familiarity, gave the plump young man the confidence that this transaction would go as he intended.

The rest of the young men, about a dozen, who had all silently hoped to have a turn, fell into an uneasy silence.

None of them dared to speak. They glanced away, some with jealousy, others with disgust, yet all understood one thing: they needed to pass the trial.

Any protest would be futile, and risking their progress for something as trivial as this would only be stupid.

"Please, Da Leung! You can't be this cruel! You're my junior brother!" Mini Yang cried out, her voice trembling with pain.

She felt a deep sense of betrayal. The trust she had placed in him shattered.

All this time, Mini Yang had believed their relationship was pure, one built on mutual respect, not this…

Her entire worldview of her junior brother crumbled. The boy she had once watched grow up within the clan, the one she had nurtured with care, was no longer the same.

He was a stranger now, his actions betraying everything she thought she knew about him.

"Shut up! How dare you still see me as a boy? I'm a man now! Why won't you look at me like a man?" Da Leung screamed, his eyes wild with frustration.

His gaze was fixed solely on his senior sister, ignoring the words from behind him.

Da Leung had always desired his senior sister, the woman he had loved.

But no matter how much he longed for her, she had never given him the time of day.

Instead, she had chosen that "trash," the one he could never understand.

Mini Yang went silent, her throat tight with despair. She couldn't find the words to calm the lust and fury swirling around her.

It was as if she were a helpless sheep surrounded by wolves, each one eager to claim a piece of her.

The thought of escaping, of taking her own life, whispered temptingly in Mini Yang's mind, but she immediately crushed it.

'No, I can't give up—not now. I promised I would return to the clan… to see him.'

Seeing his senior sister's silence, Da Leung's heart tightened with frustration and bitterness.

He couldn't resist pausing briefly to look at her.

Her refusal to acknowledge him, to even consider the words he had spoken, cut deeper than any physical wound he could imagine.

'No matter what I do… She'll never see me as a man…' Da Leung thought bitterly.

He knew, to his senior sister, he was nothing but a heartless bastard, a far cry from the boy she had once known. The sting of rejection, of being dismissed, pushed him further into his own anger.

"FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!" Da Leung roared.

His qi surged within him. The surrounding air crackled with energy. Every muscle in his body tensed, his anger driving him to a point of recklessness.

Da Leung began to tear off his senior sister's robe completely, exposing more of her skin, causing everyone to gawk.

However, just as he was about to reveal her private areas...

"Oh~ what have I stumbled upon?" A voice, light, mocking, and filled with amusement, was heard. "It appears that you guys are enjoying yourselves."

Hearing the voice from behind them, all of them stopped instantly, turning in unison with surprising speed.

"Wh-who are you!?" The plump young man's voice trembled slightly. He was the first to open his mouth as he tried to assert control.

He couldn't lie—he was caught off guard by this sudden appearance. He had thought they had cleared the entire area, making sure there would be no threats, no interruptions.

Feng Shen, who had been strolling through the dense forest in search of his personal servant, couldn't help but smile crazily as he had stumbled upon something unexpected.

"Me? Hmm~ meh~ let's not talk about me..."

Feng Shen was in a playful mood, as a glint of amusement flickered in his golden eyes. He casually tilted his head:

"I want to know what you're going to do with that girl?" His finger lazily pointed toward the young woman, still on the forest floor and speechless, her face a mask of fear and now was added with confusion.

"You— who do you think you are!" the bald young man snarled, taking a step forward.

He was feeling a mix of disbelief and growing irritation at this stranger who dared to question them.

The bald young man couldn't help but look around at his companions, who were equally stunned.

After all, this was a well-coordinated group from a very powerful clan—who had always prided themselves on doing anything they wanted without consequence.

And yet, this stranger, who appeared out of nowhere, was speaking as if he had any right to question them.

Feng Shen's smile slowly faded, replaced by an unsettling frown. His golden eyes, once playful, now showed a cold, merciless intensity.

"It seems you won't answer my question..." His voice was low, each word dripping with annoyance. "Such a shame..."

Before anybody could utter a response…

A second later, Feng Shen vanished from his spot, his figure blurring into nothingness.

Before anyone could react, he reappeared in front of the bald young man, his movement so fast it was like a shadow crossing the ground:

"Then you all must die here."

With a swift flick of his wrist, Feng Shen's black fan sliced through the air. There was no sound of effort, no struggle. Just a clean, surgical strike.

The blade of the fan made contact with the bald young man's neck, severing it in a single, flawless motion.

Blood sprayed out in a grotesque arc, staining the forest floor in dark crimson.

The lifeless body of the bald young man crumpled to the grass, his head rolling away as his body slumped backward, falling like a ragdoll.

Licking the blade of his black fan, Feng Shen savored the taste of blood.

The metallic tang lingered on his tongue.

Feng Shen then moved his fan, subtly shifting the angle of his face, as it covered half of his features—from his mouth to his chin—hiding his expression.

Behind the fan, a distorted grin curled upward, one that was anything but human…

Feng Shen's eyes swept across the rest:

"Ah~ so tasty~ now shall we dance?"