At the beginning, Su Fan was ready to charge with unstoppable momentum, to conquer and break through to the very heart of Yang City.
His internal flame had already been fiercely kindled by Su Ya's repeated seductions, a wildfire spreading across the plains.
In his mind, since Su Ya already had a daughter, she certainly wouldn't differ from young girls or newlywed brides.
But he was wrong. When his "divine sword" entered the "sheath," he was met with an unprecedented, all-encompassing, multi-layered resistance.
To advance even further was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
To withdraw and start again was equally impossible.
For a moment, he found himself in an excruciating dilemma, stuck on the tiger he couldn't dismount.
Su Ya also couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath of air.
At first, when she was bewildered by emotions, Su Fan was merely probing as if trying to grind an iron rod into a needle.
But although Su Fan was often a good man, there were times when he would be bad.
She was utterly unguarded when Su Fan thrust forward fiercely, as if aiming for her life.
Although Su Ya was worried about waking her daughter, she still reached out to push against Su Fan's abdominal muscles.
Her heart was gripped with fear; Su Fan was simply too substantial.
Compared to her wrist, it was hardly inferior; how could she withstand it?
At this stage, whether she could endure it or not, she had to endure.
Without turning the world upside down, without reversing the sun and the moon, without causing the earth to split and the heavens to shatter, until at last the river pours forth a thousand miles, how could a man be willing to stop?
"Dr. Su, we have arrived at..."
Su Ya's words, however, remained unspoken.
By now, Su Fan had become a soldier who had crossed the river—a point of no return.
Even if surrounded by tight enclosures and obstructed by numerous barriers, he could only continue forward, further forward.
Although Su Ya's words were incomplete, Su Fan had understood her intention.
At that moment, Su Fan carried her into the small bedroom.
Despite the short distance, the two never completely separated.
With such movement, the "divine sword" undoubtedly pressed forward a few more inches.
Su Ya had been trying desperately to endure. On her exquisitely beautiful face was a succession of expressions—seductive, painful, joyous, and contented.
Su Fan thought it better to endure a short pain rather than a prolonged one, to make a clean break of it rather than suffer.
Was that arm-thick object in jest?
Unlike the low, melodious vocalizations before, Su Ya let out an extremely piercing scream and promptly fainted.
No matter how much endurance she had, there was ultimately a limit to what she could bear.
The events unfolding now clearly far surpassed the limits of what she could tolerate.
The intense pain, together with that sensation rising from her soles to her crown and then spreading to all her limbs, caused her to faint instantly.
Su Fan was initially taken aback but ultimately did not wake Su Ya.
If Su Ya were awake at this time, it would undoubtedly be more torturous for her.
It was better to take advantage of the time to make some preparations, to strive in his cultivation, and to delve deeper into development.
To let Su Ya become more familiar with him, more intimate, more in sync, more unified with him while she lay unconscious.
But Su Fan didn't know that he was, in fact, dancing on the blade's edge.
The Chen museum director he had met before, as well as the other martial arts experts of Yang City.
Each of them possessed remarkable skills and were quite capable.
But all of them combined were not enough to match even one hand of Su Yuanzhan.
Although Su Yuanzhan had initially fled precipitately, he hadn't gone far, and at this moment, he was standing right outside the window of this small bedroom.