Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

At the same time, on Elder Selvara’s peak, the air was much quieter than usual.

Selvara sat alone inside her residence, one hand resting on the table while several jade slips lay neatly in front of her.

They had been sent by Vivian from the Heavenly Palace.

Each jade slip contained a copy of the scandal reports Vivian planned to release, including the newest one targeting Nolan Veyr’s righteous reputation.

Selvara picked up one jade slip and poured a little Qi into it.

A few breaths later, the corner of her lips curved faintly. "Good job, Vivian."

Her voice was calm, but the amusement inside it was hard to hide. "As expected, you understood what I told you before. Don’t drag my sect’s name into it."

Selvara placed the jade slip down and tapped the table lightly.

The entire report aimed at Nolan alone.

Every sentence cut into his fake righteous image like a thin blade sliding between armor gaps.

Selvara had to admit that when it came to destroying someone’s reputation without spilling blood, Vivian was far more terrifying than most sword cultivators.

"That woman is still as dangerous as ever."

Her gaze moved toward the direction of the main peak.

Nolan’s reputation had already taken heavy damage from the first report.

Now, with this second attack, his image as a pure righteous genius was cracking even harder.

For someone like Nolan, that was almost worse than losing a duel.

Proud young masters could survive wounds.

They could even survive defeat.

What they could not easily survive was everyone slowly realizing they were full of shit.

Selvara’s fingers lightly brushed the jade slip as her cold eyes became thoughtful.

This was only the beginning.

Once suspicion took root, every action Nolan made would be watched, judged, and twisted by the mouths of others.

Even if he shouted that the rumors were false, the stain would not disappear so easily.

That was the cruelty of reputation.

A moment later, Selvara thought of another person.

Her granddisciple, Violetta.

Selvara’s expression became more serious. "With this news spreading, Nolan’s reputation will become worse and worse. Soon, fewer people will care about whether he lives or dies."

She slowly stood up. "That means I should go to the Heavenly Palace and strengthen my granddisciple faster."

If Violetta wanted to take revenge on Nolan, her weak cultivation would not be enough.

Beauty alone was useless.

Affection alone was even more useless.

In this world, even the most beautiful flower needed thorns sharp enough to make fools bleed.

Selvara waved her sleeve and stored the jade slips away.

Her cold eyes turned toward the distant direction of the Heavenly Palace. "Vivian, since you did your part properly, I will also do mine."

A faint smile appeared on her face. "Let’s see just how much that granddisciple of mine has grown since I left her there."

The next moment, Selvara stepped forward.

Her figure vanished from the room like a sword shadow cutting through the wind. Only the empty residence remained behind, silent and cold.

Selvara had already made her decision.

Before the Sword Tomb closed, Violetta needed to become sharper.

Sharp enough that when the day of revenge finally came, Nolan would understand exactly what kind of blade he had created with his own hands.

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One week before the Sword Tomb opened, Nolan finally walked out of his courtyard.

For the past few days, he had been stuck in closed cultivation under his master’s order.

Even though it was called cultivation, Nolan knew very well that it was just another form of house arrest.

The moment he stepped out, the sunlight touched his face, but it did nothing to soften the darkness in his eyes.

"Damian..." Nolan muttered coldly.

Just as he was about to leave the courtyard, hurried footsteps came from outside.

A subordinate rushed in with a grim expression, his face pale and his head lowered.

Nolan frowned. "What happened?"

The subordinate hesitated.

Nolan’s gaze turned sharper. "Speak."

The subordinate quickly took out a thin jade slip and held it with both hands. "Young Master... more bad news has spread."

Nolan’s expression stiffened. "Another one?"

The subordinate did not dare raise his head. "Yes. The second one."

Nolan snatched the jade slip from his hand and poured Qi into it.

A moment later, Nolan’s face turned darker with every line he read.

CRACK!

The jade slip cracked in Nolan’s grip.

His subordinate trembled. "Young Master..."

Nolan’s eyes turned bloodshot. "How dare they launch a second attack on me?"

His voice was low at first.

A second later, killing intent exploded from his body.

BOOM!

The courtyard shook.

"Damn you, Night Fragrance Pavilion!"

The subordinate immediately fell to one knee, cold sweat covering his back.

Nolan crushed the jade slip completely.

Fragments fell from his hand and scattered across the ground.

"They really think I won’t dare touch them just because they hide behind courtesans and information brokers?"

His breathing became heavier. "They really think a few dirty rumors can ruin me?"

Nolan’s expression twisted with rage. "I am Nolan Veyr. I am the strongest sword genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

His fingers tightened around his sword hilt. "No matter how much trash they throw at me, I will prove everything with strength."

The subordinate lowered his head even more. "Young Master, what should we do about the reports?"

Nolan’s eyes became colder. "For now, do nothing."

The subordinate froze slightly. "Nothing?"

Nolan turned toward the distant mountain peaks, his gaze filled with hatred. "The Sword Tomb opens soon. I don’t want my cultivation disturbed because of these bastards."

He slowly drew a breath, forcing down the rage in his chest. "After the Sword Tomb..."

His voice became dangerously calm. "I will make the Night Fragrance Pavilion regret ever publishing this news."

The shattered jade slip pieces beneath his feet turned to dust.

Nolan’s eyes narrowed. "And Damian..."

His killing intent became sharper. "If he thinks this news is enough to shake me, then he is dreaming."

A cold smile appeared on his face. "Just wait. Inside the Sword Tomb, I will show everyone who you really are and who the true genius is."

The subordinate kept his head low, not daring to breathe too loudly.

He could feel Nolan’s anger pressing down on the courtyard like a heavy sword.