"What position should I do her in today? Can't wait to see that bitch's face under my hard—"
Young Master Wang never got to finish his filth-soaked fantasy.
A blur of movement sliced past him like a phantom wind.
BOOM.
One of his attendants smashed through the wall beside him, embedded halfway into the cracked wood. His limbs twitched, eyes rolled white, and on the center of his forehead… a tiny bump.
A flick. Just a flick.
The room froze.
Young Master Wang paled.
"Im…Impossible… That guy's at the seventh level of the True Profound Realm," he stammered, voice cracking. "H-He's stronger than most of the town! How—how did—?"
Before his dazed mind could even process the scene—
flick
The second attendant's forehead was tapped—gently, almost affectionately.
Then—
CRASH!!
He pinwheeled backward, smashing into the opposite wall and collapsing in a heap next to his partner.
Two seventh-level True Profound Realm experts.
Defeated by a girl's flick.
The tavern went dead silent. No one breathed; no one blinked. Every eye stared at the goddess in the purple kimono—serene, smiling gently, as if she had merely brushed dust off her sleeve.
Then the young master snapped.
"You…you…YOU!" he shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at Retsu. "D-Do you know who my father is?! You dare attack MY people?! You've offended the entire Wang Clan! I'll—I'll—!"
His voice shrilled with desperation.
But his bravado evaporated when Retsu slowly turned her head toward him.
Her smile was soft.
Kind.
Warm.
And absolutely terrifying.
"But…" he gulped, stepping backward, sweating through his silk robes. "I can let you off. Yes—yes! If you come with me, if you serve me, I'll be merciful. I swear it! I pro—"
THUNK.
A sharp sound cut him off.
Not a blade.
Not a fist.
Not a flick.
A chopstick—thin, wooden, utterly mundane—was now embedded in his abdomen.
His eyes bulged.
His breath hitched.
Then he felt it.
His profound energy—everything he had cultivated in his life—began unraveling inside him like threads being pulled from a tapestry.
"No… no, no, no… no!!" he screamed, hands clutching the chopstick in horror. "M-My cultivation—! My—MY—!"
He wasn't bleeding.
He wasn't pierced.
But his profound energy was collapsing—imploding—being neutralized.
All around him, people watched with their jaws hanging open.
Because the one who threw the chopstick…
…was Yun Che.
The young man stood calmly beside Retsu, having flicked the chopstick with casual precision. His eyes were cold, sharp, and merciless.
"You should watch your mouth," Yun Che said, stepping closer. "And your fantasies."
Young Master Wang slid down the wall, shaking violently as he felt his strength vanish from his meridians, devoured by the chopstick's profound energy disruption.
He looked up at Retsu and Yun Che with pure terror.
"You… you monsters… you—"
It had been thrown by none other than the young man seated calmly beside the stunning girl. No one had even seen him move. One moment both chopsticks were lying on the table—the next, one was buried in Young Master Wang's abdomen, and Yun Che was idly twirling its twin between his fingers.
"So noisy," the young man muttered, voice flat with boredom.
"AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!"
The once-arrogant young master writhed on the floor, shrieking in agony. His hands clawed at the chopstick protruding from his abdomen, but every attempt to pull it free only sent fresh waves of pain up his spine.
"My cultivation?! My—MY CULTIVATION?!" he howled, eyes bloodshot with terror. "You crippled me?! YOU CRIPPLED MY CULTIVATION?!"
"Shh," she whispered.
Her smile deepened.
"We're having a date."
And the whole tavern nearly fainted.
He collapsed to his knees, trembling violently as the truth sank in. His dantian—his core—was shattered. Years of cultivation were gone in an instant, erased by a single wooden stick.
Yun Che rested his chin in his palm, expression utterly unimpressed.
"So I did," he replied blandly. "Now run along. Call your father, call your grandfather, call the whole clan for all I care. I'm curious what kind of creature raised a pathetic little worm who thinks with his dick instead of his brain."
Gasps erupted around the tavern.
He insulted the Wang Clan's patriarch—publicly.
"You… you dare insult my father?" Young Master Wang sputtered, spittle flying, his voice climbing into a panicked squeak. "You better apologize—right now—or else—!"
Yun Che raised a brow.
But Retsu beat him to it.
"Or else what?"
Her voice was soft—silky even.
Then she smiled.
A gentle, angelic smile that made hearts stop and breath catch.
And at the same time…
the room froze.
Because beneath that smile swirled a killing intent so dense, so suffocating, that the entire tavern felt the chill of the underworld creeping down their spines. The air itself seemed to still around her.
Every customer took an involuntary step back. Even hardened cultivators trembled.
Young Master Wang stared at her, lips quivering.
She hadn't moved. She hadn't drawn a blade.
She simply smiled.
And he saw death.
"Y-You… y-you… y-y—"
thud
His eyes rolled back, foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth.
With a limp flop, he fainted—half in fear, half in fury.
The two attendants, who had only just regained consciousness after being flicked into the walls, snapped awake. They scrambled like frightened dogs to their young master's side. Seeing the chopstick still embedded in his abdomen, they paled even further.
Face burning with humiliation, they hauled their unconscious young master up and stumbled out of the tavern as fast as they could, not daring another glance at either Yun Che or Retsu.
Silence fell once more.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
Dozens of eyes turned toward the couple.
Toward the calm young man who crippled a cultivator with a chopstick…
And toward the serene woman whose smile alone could crush a man's soul.
The infamous tyrant of Cyan Town—
the untouchable Young Master Wang—
had been crippled in less than a minute.
Publicly.
Casually.
A single thought echoed in the minds of everyone present:
"What happens now?"
"Is it okay… young master?"
Retsu's voice was soft, but there was a dangerous tremor beneath it—one only Yun Che could detect.
"What is it?" he asked, though he had a guess.
"Letting them go like that."
Her foxlike ears twitched, even in their hidden state. "Those men… they reek of women's blood and despair. I could smell it the moment they approached. Who knows how many innocent girls they've sacrificed for their so-called cultivation."
Her tone darkened, the gentleness fading, replaced by the cold, sharp glint of the Yachiru side lurking underneath. Her senses, amplified by her merged fox and Hollow abilities, picked up details ordinary people would never notice. Every trace of scent, every lingering aura—it told stories.
Stories of cruelty.
Stories of victims.
Yun Che nodded, eyes narrowing.
"My Sharingan caught it too. Their bodies were soaked in resentment and stolen vitality."
He leaned back, a small, dangerous smile curling at the edge of his lips.
"I didn't spare them out of compassion, Retsu. I'm letting the dogs crawl back to their master—so the master comes crawling to me."
Retsu's eyes gleamed with understanding. She smiled sweetly… but the killing intent hidden behind that smile was anything but sweet.
"I see," she murmured. "Understood."
Without another word, Yun Che tossed a handful of coins onto the table, enough to pay for the meal and every splinter of damage done.
Then—
With a woosh of displaced air, Yun Che and Retsu vanished from the VIP room.
The servers stumbled in belatedly, gasping at the empty space where the couple had been.
"W-Weren't they just here?"
"What… what kind of monsters can move like that?!"
But the couple was already gone, stepping into the shadows—waiting silently for the Wang Clan to take the bait.
The real hunt was about to begin.
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Wang Family Manor
The Wang Family Manor—a den rotting from the inside out.
A place where young daughters vanished, where wives were dragged in crying and came out hollow-eyed.
A place the Cyan Town citizens despised, yet could never topple.
Not when the empire didn't care about a remote speck on the map.
Tonight, however…
Fate had drawn a different hunter to their doorstep.
The manor doors burst open with a violent crash.
Two injured attendants staggered inside, dragging the limp body of the young master—his dantian ruptured, blood spilling from his abdomen, and the broken remains of the chopstick still lodged in his flesh.
The commotion shook the entire estate.
A violent surge of profound energy exploded from the inner hall.
The Wang family patriarch—Wang Jinhai, Spirit Profound Realm Fifth Level—stormed into the courtyard like an enraged beast.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
But the instant he saw his son's ruined state, the hatred in him turned feral.
"My son… MY SON!!!" he roared, voice echoing through the manor like thunder.
He grabbed his son's face, shaking him. "Who did this? WHO??"
The attendants immediately knelt, trembling.
"Patriarch… it—it was a cultivator and a woman!"
"The young master saw the woman and… and she resisted! The man crippled him! We—We were powerless!"
Wang Jinhai's body trembled with rage, profound energy flaring uncontrollably.
"You dare… YOU DARE to defy the Wang family?!"
He threw his sleeve, sending a shockwave through the courtyard.
People scattered in terror.
The patriarch leaned close to his son, voice trembling with twisted affection.
"Don't worry, my precious child. I will avenge you. I will hunt them down myself."
His eyes darkened.
"I will break that man's limbs one by one. As for that woman…"
He gave a chilling grin.
"…I will cripple her cultivation, bind her, and deliver her to your bed. The Wang family will show her what it means to insult us."
"F-Father…" the young master croaked, tears mixing with spittle, "Avenge me… bring her… to me…"
"I will," Wang Jinhai promised, standing tall. "I swear it."
He turned to his assembled disciples and guards.
"Round up every fighter! We march to the town NOW!"
Profound auras surged as dozens of cultivators stepped forward, each armed and ready.
The entire manor shook from the mobilization.
"Hooo, I don't think that will be necessary."
The sudden voice rolled through the manor like a whisper from the abyss.
Every Wang Family cultivator stiffened, eyes darting wildly as they tried to locate the source.
"Who are you?!" the patriarch roared toward the empty air.
And then—
Two figures materialized atop the manor gate.
A man clad in black, calm as the night sky.
And beside him stood a woman whose beauty eclipsed every wife, daughter, and concubine the Wang family had ever defiled. Her braided hair, her serene posture, her kimono fluttering lightly in the breeze—she was a vision that belonged nowhere near this cesspit of filth.
The men forgot to breathe.
The patriarch forgot his son.
For a brief, shameful moment… he imagined dragging her away in chains.
He pointed accusingly at Yun Che, unable to suppress either his lust or his rage.
"So you're the one who crippled my son? Hmph! I'll give you one chance. Leave the woman behind, and I might let you crawl away with your body intact!"
The world froze.
A tidal wave of killing intent exploded outward—so dense, so suffocating, that several Wang disciples immediately collapsed to their knees. Even the higher-level fighters turned pale as death.
Because that killing intent didn't come from the man.
It came from her.
Unohana Retsu.
Angelic on the surface.
A demon beneath.
And now, an enraged fox who had detected the stench of innocent blood on every man present.
The smell of countless girls.
Countless victims.
And atop that…
Someone had threatened her young master.
That was her reverse scale.
Even back in the restaurant, the moment those attendants called Yun Che a bastard, she had stood up and flicked them through a wall like insects. She had restrained herself only because Yun Che told her not to kill them.
Her hand twitched now, ready to summon Minazuki and drown the manor in a sea of blood.
Before she could—
Yun Che gently caught her hand.
"Retsu."
She turned, confusion softening her murderous gaze. "Young master?"
"These pathetic worms aren't worthy of your Zanpakuto," he said calmly. "Why waste Minazuki on trash? …Let's kill them using their own weapons. It's poetic."
Retsu blinked—then a slow, chilling smile blossomed across her face.
A smile beautiful enough to seduce gods.
And terrifying enough to make devils flinch.
He mirrored her expression with a devilish grin of his own.
"Retsu," he said, stepping off the gate. "Let's have some fun."
"You… you…" The patriarch staggered back, voice breaking. "Don't be afraid of them! It's only two people! Kill the cultivator and bring me that woman!"
Dozens of Wang disciples lunged forward, weapons drawn, releasing martial skills filled with killing intent.
And in the next breath—
Swoooosh
The figures in front of them vanished.
Reappearing behind them.
It happened so fast that most of the Wang disciples didn't even comprehend what had occurred. One moment Yun Che and Retsu were walking toward them…
The next, all they saw were their silhouettes standing behind the entire army.
An icy chill crawled up the cultivators' spines.
"…W-When did they…?"
"…Impossible…"
Yun Che casually dusted off his coat sleeve.
Retsu gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, still smiling.
"How in the—"
BOOM.
Before the cultivators could even finish their sentence, their bodies erupted with violent internal bursts. They knew that sound far too well. It was the unmistakable explosion that occurred when a person's dantian— their cultivation—was destroyed.
But that wasn't the end of it.
Spluuurrrttt.
A grotesque spray of blood shot from between their legs.
"AAARGHHHH!!!"
The courtyard filled with horrific screams.
Their dantians were shattered.
Their crotches skewered.
Their futures erased.
Yun Che and Retsu had made their intent very clear. They didn't kill these men outright—they wished them to suffer. Every one of these animals had used their cultivation and their bodies to torment innocent girls. It was only fitting that those very tools be the price they paid.
The survivors—if they could be called that— writhed on the ground. Bloody. Broken. Howling.
The rest of the Wang clan froze in terror.
"D-Demons…" one whispered.
The fear spread like wildfire. Swords fell from trembling hands. Several cultivators bolted, fleeing like cowards.
They didn't get far.
Yun Che calmly picked up a discarded sword, vanished with a single flash step—
—and reappeared behind the fleeing group.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
More screams. More explosions. More wet, sickening crunches from the most sensitive part of a man's body.
He felt absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile Retsu, far from idle, unleashed something even more terrifying.
Absolute Suppression.
A crushing weight slammed onto every Wang disciple within her radius. Their bodies stiffened, joints buckled, and faces smacked the dirt. They couldn't move. Could barely breathe.
Retsu's face was serene.
Her eyes gentle.
And in that gentle state, she walked calmly from body to body, picking up a sword as if choosing a kitchen utensil.
Then—
stab
dantian shattered
stab
nuggets ruptured
stab
another scream
another scream
Those True Profound Realm cultivators who once terrorized helpless women… died screaming, bleeding out slowly, deflated and destroyed in every sense of the word.
"BRAZEN!!!"
This time, the higher-level Spirit Profound Realm cultivators surged forward. They bypassed Yun Che entirely, assuming the beautiful girl only had a trick or two, that she relied on suppression instead of strength.
They leapt toward her—
—and instantly slammed onto the ground the moment they stepped into her range.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"An Earth Profound Realm suppressing Spirit Profound cultivators?!"
"M-monsters… who are they?!"
The entire wave of Spirit Profound Realm experts dropped flat like puppets with their strings cut. The weight crushed their bones and spirit alike.
Panic overtook reason.
"Senior, spare us!"
"We-we were just following orders!"
"Senior, we didn't know—!"
Retsu and Yun Che didn't bother listening.
stab
dantian destroyed
stab
screams erupting again
Under Absolute Suppression, struggling was pointless. Resisting was impossible. Fighting back was a dream.
The Wang family, once feared, once dominant… was being dismantled like livestock under a butcher's blade.
One by one, the men fell.
Castrated.
Crippled.
Bleeding.
Weeping.
Dying.
At last, only two figures remained alive:
The patriarch.
And his son.
Both pale.
Both trembling.
Both sitting in puddles of their own piss.
The mighty Wang Clan… reduced to this.
"Retsu, remove the suppression," Yun Che ordered calmly.
She obeyed with a nod, lifting the crushing force that had pinned the surviving Wang patriarch and his son. The moment their bodies were freed, they collapsed like sacks of grain—trembling, gasping, barely able to hold themselves upright.
The patriarch—pitiful, pale, and shaking—pressed his forehead into the blood-soaked dirt.
"S-seniors, please spare our lowly lives… we didn't mean to offend you!"
Before he could finish, Yun Che's boot cracked across his jaw, sending him sprawling. The man groaned before Yun Che planted his foot firmly on the patriarch's chest. A bloodied sword hovered just above the man's throat. Retsu stood beside him, her expression empty of mercy. She had long since suppressed her sense of smell—too disgusted by the stench of countless innocent lives lingering on these men.
"What about those poor girls?" Retsu's voice was quiet—cold, like a frost creeping across one's spine. "Did you spare their lives when they begged? No… you violated them. Passed them from one beast to another until they finally died."
Her eyes narrowed—pure judgment.
She didn't need to raise her voice. Her killing intent spoke for her.
"Begging? Don't make me laugh."
Yun Che pressed harder with his boot. The patriarch wheezed in pain, but Yun Che continued, voice steady.
"Originally… I was going to let her massacre your entire clan."
He pointed his sword toward the courtyard, toward the dozens of crippled and howling men.
"But we decided to let your dogs live."
The patriarch's eyes darted toward his clan—toward the shattered, screaming remnants of the once-feared Wang family.
Yun Che leaned in.
"Do you want to know why?"
The patriarch said nothing. He only trembled. Because deep down, he knew the truth:
They were monsters who cultivated by devouring the Yin of innocent women… killing them… and repeating the cycle.
So why were they still breathing?
"Because," Yun Che said, "their lives aren't ours to take."
And as if on cue—
Footsteps. Dozens of them.
Terrified townspeople poured into the manor from all directions—men, elders, relatives of the girls the Wang clan had destroyed. They came expecting a fight.
Instead, they found the entire Wang clan broken and bleeding, their cultivations shattered, their bodies ruined.
"S-senior, please, I—"
SLAASSSH!
The patriarch's scream ripped through the air as Yun Che cleaved downward, shearing straight through the man's crotch.
"ARRRRRGGHHHHHH!!!"
At the exact same moment, Retsu thrust Minazuki's sealed blade into the patriarch's dantian. His cultivation shattered instantly.
"Your clan destroyed countless lives," Yun Che said dispassionately.
"Now feel what they felt."
The patriarch toppled sideways, writhing, blood pooling beneath him.
His son, heart pounding with terror, scrambled to his feet despite his injuries and fled as fast as he could.
He didn't get far.
"Oi," Yun Che called lazily as he lifted the final chopstick from his table—
the pair to the one he'd already embedded in the young master earlier.
"You forgot something at the restaurant."
He flicked his wrist.
SWISH.
The chopstick soared through the air like a precise, deadly dart—
—and pierced the young master's backside with surgical accuracy.
The moment it struck—
CRACK.
His last remaining "treasure" imploded.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!"
He collapsed face-first into the dirt, howling like a dying pig.
Justice had been served.
Cruel.
Precise.
Poetic.
And the Wang clan… ceased to exist.
The young master's scream carried across the manor like a dying animal's final wail—
high, broken, and raw.
It echoed through the streets of Cyan Town.
Tatatatata—
Doors flew open.
Villagers emerged.
Faces pale.
Eyes widening.
And then—recognition.
"That's… Wang Shao!"
"He's screaming—why is he screaming like that?!"
Another villager noticed the chopstick buried in the young master's backside, blood soaking through his expensive robes, his body convulsing in agony.
And they understood.
Their chance had finally come.
In seconds, a flood of townspeople surged into the courtyard—husbands, brothers, parents, and even elderly grandparents whose loved ones had vanished over the years.
The moment they saw the patriarch and his son crippled, crawling helplessly in their own blood—
—they snapped.
"You took my daughter!"
"My wife—where is she?!"
"You monsters! Give them back!!"
Every person who had been forced to bow in fear for years now rushed forward—
and unleashed years of grief, fury, and pain.
Crack—!
Bam—!
Wham—!
Stones, fists, sticks, tools—anything they could lift became a weapon.
Wang Shao's shrieks choked into desperate cries, then into gurgles as the crowd overwhelmed him.
His father suffered the same fate—beaten until the hatred of a hundred souls had been spent.
One by one, the remaining Wang clan members were dragged through the blood-soaked courtyard.
There was no mercy—only long-delayed justice.
Some townspeople cried as they struck, thinking of daughters who never returned.
Others shouted names of loved ones as they exacted vengeance.
Some simply watched in silence, tears streaming, knowing justice had finally come.
For the first time in years, the victims' families had power.
The courtyard erupted.
Some cried as they ran toward the dying cultivators, grabbing weapons—stones—anything.
Others screamed names of wives, daughters, sisters who had vanished… only now realizing what had happened to them.
The Wang clan begged.
They pleaded.
They crawled.
But the grieving townspeople ignored their cries.
Some delivered killing blows.
Others refused to kill, but spit on their tormentors, whispering:
"Go to hell. Our girls are waiting for you down there."
Yun Che and Retsu watched without interfering. Justice—ugly, raw, and long overdue—had finally come.
Once the last of the screaming in the courtyard lessened, Yun Che lifted his sword and turned back to the patriarch.
And amidst the chaos—
two figures stood quietly atop a distant hill.
Yun Che and Retsu observed the massacre below, their silhouettes solemn against the setting sun. Blood mist drifted across the manor grounds, carried by the wind.
Retsu's voice broke the silence.
"Young master… to think people like this exist in this world."
Even with Yachiru's memories of Soul Society, of bloodshed, of hell—
this was different.
These were not warriors.
Not soldiers.
Not trained killers.
Just ordinary people—
inflicting horrors on innocents simply because they could.
Retsu's hand slowly tightened against her chest.
The scent of innocent blood still lingered in her senses.
Perhaps that was what stirred her so deeply.
Perhaps that was why the demon fox within her reacted so strongly.
Yun Che gently patted her head, grounding her.
"This world," he said quietly, watching the chaos unfold below,
"is built on a simple rule, Retsu."
He looked into her eyes.
"The strong devour the weak.
The cruel prey on the helpless.
And justice only belongs to those who have the strength to take it."
Retsu lowered her gaze, understanding settling into her heart.
"This is the world you, Jasmine, and I live in now," Yun Che continued.
"So we grow stronger—
not to rule it…
but to survive it."
She nodded slowly, her expression calm but firm.
"I understand, young master."
He smiled—soft, reassuring.
"Good. Then let's go."
In the next instant, both figures vanished into thin air—
leaving behind the screams,
the vengeance,
and a town finally freed from its nightmare.
Their silhouettes disappeared into the forest's horizon,
stepping forward into a world where only the strong could choose their fate.