The problem was thrown back to the four men.

The door shattered with a loud crash, sending splinters flying everywhere!

Ye Wuyang exuded a chilling aura, and spiderweb-like ice crystals rapidly spread across the ground beneath his feet, while tiny ice spikes condensed in the air. His icy blue eyes surged with killing intent as he locked onto Xie Chen.

The sword energy in Shen Yunzhou's hand hummed, and the invisible sword pressure tore through the air, creating visible distortions around him. His face was ashen, and his eyes were sharp, equally fixed on Xie Chen.

Ji Qianqiu's blood surged, his muscles bulged beneath his bronze skin, and the battle axe in his hand emitted a bloodthirsty hum. His eyes were bloodshot, and his violent anger was almost turning into tangible flames!

The three fiends had clear targets; if their gazes could kill, Xie Chen would have already been torn to pieces and his soul would have been annihilated!

Xie Chen quickly put on a moon-white outer robe, though somewhat hastily, he still maintained his composure.

He shielded Fang Li tightly behind him, the starlight swirling in his Star Compass. His expression was solemn but not flustered. He even asked in a calm tone, knowing full well what was going on, "You all arrived together late at night, breaking down the door. Why are you so angry?" This calm and collected demeanor instantly amplified the murderous aura of the three people opposite him!

It was under the weight of a century of accumulated jealousy and anger.

A lazy, husky laugh, tinged with a hint of nonchalance, softly sounded from behind Xie Chen:

"Oh…"

The voice was very soft, yet it instantly drew everyone's attention.

Fang Li gently pushed away Xie Chen's arm that was still blocking her way and slowly sat up.

She was only wrapped in a soft, moon-white silk quilt, which barely covered her full breasts and the top of her legs, revealing her rounded shoulders, delicate collarbones, a large expanse of snow-white and alluring skin, and a pair of slender, jade-like legs.

Her jet-black hair was loosely draped down, with a few strands clinging to her slightly damp forehead and neck, adding to her alluring charm and post-coital languor.

She seemed completely oblivious to the terrifying killing intent emanating from her, an intent that would make even immortals and demons retreat. She even stretched lazily, and as she did so, the silk quilt slipped down a bit, revealing an even more alluring curve. This caused the pupils of the three men opposite her to shrink, their breaths to catch in their throats, and their violent auras to become chaotic for a moment!

Fang Li's gaze flickered, seemingly hooked, first landing on Ye Wuyang, whose murderous aura was most intense and whose chilling presence was most biting. A slight smile played on her lips as she extended a slender, jade-like finger and gently beckoned to him, her voice soft and alluring, carrying a hint of coquettishness:

"Wuyang..."

Ye Wuyang trembled violently! The chilling aura dissipated rapidly at a visible speed, and the overwhelming killing intent and coldness in his eyes instantly transformed into disbelief and a burning desire suddenly aroused.

He took a step forward almost uncontrollably, cracks appearing on his frozen face.

Seeing this, Fang Li chuckled and said, "Come here."

Ye Wuyang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he actually took a few more steps forward, ignoring Shen Yunzhou and Ji Qianqiu beside him, and walked directly to the bedside, like a large dog being led by invisible threads, but his eyes were still fixed on her, full of complex emotions.

Shen Yunzhou, Ji Qianqiu, and Xie Chen beside them were all stunned, staring in disbelief at this bizarre scene! Ye Wuyang... just like that... obediently went over?!

Fang Li chuckled with satisfaction, then turned her gaze to Shen Yunzhou, whose sword aura soared and whose face was ashen. She followed suit, beckoning him with a finger, her eyes carrying a hint of provocation:

"Yunzhou... come here too."

The sword energy in Shen Yunzhou's hand hummed incessantly, his face grew even more ashen, yet his body remained stiffly rooted to the spot, his mind in turmoil.

His pride as the Sword God of Annihilation made him vehemently resist this frivolous command, which was akin to summoning a pet, but his longing for Fang Li and the allure she exuded at that moment made him…

Fang Li didn't urge him. She just lay down lazily on her side, propping her head up with her elbow. The silk quilt outlined her alluring curves as she quietly looked at him, a playful smile on her lips that seemed to have already seen through his struggle.

After a few breaths of stalemate, Shen Yunzhou's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He finally gave up his futile resistance, and the sharp, soaring sword energy around him subsided. He pursed his thin lips, took slightly stiff steps, and silently walked to the bedside, standing on either side of Ye Wuyang. Both of their gazes were fixed on Fang Li.

Seeing that his two biggest "arch-enemies" had obediently stood by the bedside in the blink of an eye, leaving him alone standing dumbfounded in the doorway, Ji Qianqiu suddenly felt isolated. A huge wave of grievance and anxiety surged into his heart. He suddenly swung his axe and smashed it to the ground with a "bang," roaring:

"Junior sister! I don't need you to call me! I'll do it myself!"

Having said that, he shoved aside Shen Yunzhou and Ye Wuyang, who were blocking his way. This drew murderous glances from the two of them. He managed to grab a spot on the already cramped bed, squatted down without a care, and looked up at Fang Li with pleading eyes, his expression a mix of anger and grievance: "I'm here too! Junior Sister, you can't forget me! I'm the best to you!"

Fang Li looked at the three men who were submissive in different postures beside the bed. She couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes sweeping over them with a lazy yet slightly mocking gaze:

“Look at you all… the way you look now…” She shook her head slightly, “Where is there even a trace of the demeanor of an immortal lord, god, sword god, or war god?”

"Jealousy and jealousy...fighting to the death..." Her eyes darted around, a hint of mockery in them. "Is that interesting?"

"When are you going to stop this nonsense? Hmm?" She leaned forward slightly, causing the silk quilt to slip down a bit more, making all four of them gasp simultaneously. "Each of you... is radiating murderous intent..."

"What..." She glanced around at the broken door and the messy room, "...are you going to fight to the death in my little boudoir? Tear this place down?"

“Squashing and arguing…” Her voice was low, with a seductive huskiness, “How long are you going to keep arguing? Hmm?” The last syllable rose slightly, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart.

The scene was deathly silent.

The four men were stunned by her sudden demeanor and words. Their anger and jealousy were still there, but they were also captivated by her and didn't know how to react for a moment.

Fang Li's gaze lingered on Xie Chen, whose expression was complex, for a moment before she smiled slightly and uttered a startling statement:

"Since... you insist on determining who's superior right here and demanding an answer..."

"Alright then..."

Her voice was clear, each word distinct: "I choose Xie Chen."

"I became his Daoist partner."

This statement immediately caused an uproar!

Xie Chen's pupils dilated suddenly, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart, almost overwhelming him! But then, disbelief replaced his joy: "Li'er...you..." He couldn't believe that she would make a choice at this moment, in this way!

Ye Wuyang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he stared intently at Fang Li, uttering each word slowly and deliberately: "You... dare!"

Shen Yunzhou's sword energy completely spiraled out of control, emitting a sharp, piercing roar as it sliced ​​off a corner of the roof beam! Wood and stone crashed down! He roared furiously, "Don't even think about it!" His face was ashen, as if he had suffered a tremendous betrayal!

Ji Qianqiu's eyes were bloodshot as he pounded his chest violently, making loud thuds. His roar was laced with a broken sob: "No! I won't agree! Junior sister! You lied to me! You said I was the best! (Starts rambling incoherently) You can't be with him!"

Fang Li seemed oblivious to the sudden riot that erupted before her, and instead chuckled again, finding the scene quite amusing.

She stretched out a fair, jade-like bare foot, peered out from under the silk quilt, and gently hooked the hem of Ye Wuyang's clothes—the one that was reacting most intensely and exuding the most chill—with her round, delicate toes.

The cold touch of the fabric made her toes curl slightly, making her even more alluring.

"Look..." her voice was languid, tinged with a helpless smile, "I said I'd choose him... and you all wanted to fight, kill, and tear down the house..."

"Then... what should we do?" Her innocent gaze swept over the three furious men, finally settling on Xie Chen, whose expression was constantly shifting.

“Otherwise…” She deliberately dragged out her words, her toes gently moving upwards, brushing against Ye Wuyang’s tightly clenched, slightly trembling hand, causing Ye Wuyang to shudder again.

"Shall we go together?"

“Otherwise…” She tilted her head, looking at Ye Wuyang with a sly glint in her eyes, “I really… will only become a Daoist partner with Xingjun, okay?”

The entire venue fell into dead silence!

The surging chill around Ye Wuyang froze him in mid-air, leaving him completely speechless and his brain shut down.

Shen Yunzhou's sharp sword aura suddenly vanished without a trace, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his pupils dilated.

Ji Qianqiu's mouth gaped open, his eyes widened like saucers, and his mind completely went blank.

Xie Chen's gentle and composed mask shattered completely, his face turning incredibly ugly for the first time, even flashing with a hint of panic: "Li'er! You...do you know what you're saying?!"

Fang Li withdrew her jade-like feet, wrapped herself back in the silk quilt, and leisurely looked at the four men who were completely petrified:

"Otherwise what? You want me to keep fighting and arguing all day long? I don't have the mood to play with you! Choose! Either you don't get any of them! Now get out of here! And don't come looking for me again!"

"Together..." Her gaze swept over the four of them, "or..." She specifically looked at Xie Chen, whose face had turned pale, "...would you let me go with him and become Daoist partners? Or would you rather go your separate ways from now on?"

She successfully threw this devastating problem back at the four men, intact.

Little Liuli peeked half her head out from under the bed, looking at the four men beside it: "Host...you...you're going all out...four of them! That's exciting!"