“No, Young Master, I was just joking!
Actually, it’s me who’s being unreasonable.” Yue Ya, her expression panicked, hurriedly tried to backtrack.
As the Saintess of the Moon Shadow Sect, her status far surpassed that of the Prefecture Governor’s son.
Dealing with a brothel girl like her would be as simple as crushing an ant.
At the same time, Yue Ya couldn’t help but feel a sliver of fear toward Ye Feng.
He might seem harmless, but he was actually incredibly cunning, constantly setting traps for others—a true schemer.
Ye Feng remained noncommittal, turning and walking toward the courtyard.
Just as Yue Ya stood there, utterly bewildered and increasingly anxious, Ye Feng’s voice suddenly rang out: “Just be my maidservant!” “If you behave well, I naturally won’t reveal what happened today.” Yue Ya’s face twisted into an ugly grimace.
If she had known things would end this way, she would have preferred becoming the concubine of those seventy- or eighty-year-old geezers.
Though disgusting, that would have been better than becoming a servant girl!
At the very least, if she had gone with Zhou Changshu, her situation would have been far better than this.
But now, how could she possibly refuse Ye Feng’s words?
She had no choice but to follow him.
Meanwhile, Zhou Changshu, the man Yue Ya had been yearning for, was rushing toward the Ye Clan, his expression equally grim.
“System, no matter what, I must teach Ye Feng a lesson and reclaim Yue Ya!” Zhou Changshu’s face was ashen as he communicated with his Golden Finger in his mind.
At the same time, he felt a growing dissatisfaction with his Golden Finger.
If not for the System’s sudden mission, he would likely have been living a life of blissful companionship with Yue Ya by now.
Although completing the mission had allowed him to directly enter the Literary Path and advance his cultivation to the mid-stage Martial Master Realm, Zhou Changshu felt no joy.
The thought of Yue Ya potentially falling into the hands of an old man like the Ye Clan Patriarch twisted his heart with agony.
This time, Zhou Changshu’s Golden Finger offered no resistance.
It knew, of course, what Yue Ya meant to him.
Yet, had it yielded to Ye Feng’s demands back then, Zhou Changshu might have become forever lost in a life of indulgence, his fighting spirit extinguished.
Left with no other choice, the Golden Finger had issued a mission with a penalty of obliteration for failure.
Now that Zhou Changshu had broken through to the mid-stage Martial Master Realm, it was time to teach the Son of Destiny a lesson and reclaim his confidence.
[ Ding!
Host triggered a mission: Teach the Son of Destiny a lesson and reclaim the flower queen of the Drunken Immortal Tower.
] [ Mission Reward: Cultivation breakthrough to the late-stage Martial Master Realm.
] [ Failure Penalty: None.
] “Hahaha!
Heaven itself is on my side!” The moment Zhou Changshu saw the System Task, his face lit up with delight, and he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“Ye Feng, it’s one thing to steal Yue Ya, but to give her to that old geezer you call your foster father!” “Today, I will utterly disgrace the Ye Clan!” He imagined himself descending like a celestial deity before Yue Ya, rescuing her from dire straits.
Yue Ya would surely be moved to tears of gratitude.
Zhou Changshu quickened his pace involuntarily.
Unbeknownst to the departing Zhou Changshu, a figure materialized in the very spot he had just vacated.
The figure was none other than Yue Wu, who had stormed out of the Ye Clan in anger.
“Could it be…
I misunderstood Ye Feng?” “Was that girl…
being offered to Ye Nanshan?” She initially intended to return to the Ye Clan to verify, but recalling the message Sect Master Yue Hua of the Moon Shadow Sect had sent moments earlier, Yue Wu instead hurried in that direction.
Over a hundred disciples from various sects across Wulian Prefecture had mysteriously vanished recently—a matter far too serious to ignore.
As the Moon Shadow Sect’s Saintess, she needed to return to the sect immediately to stabilize the situation.
Zhou Changshu arrived at the Ye Clan’s gates, brimming with confidence.
Gathering all his strength, he roared: “Zhou Changshu of the Literary Path has come to challenge Ye Feng of the Ye Clan!” The thunderous declaration instantly drew the attention of nearby passersby.
Nearby martial artists swarmed in, eager spectators.
Within moments, over a hundred people had gathered.
Seeing this, Zhou Changshu’s face lit up with satisfaction.
These people would not only spread word of his victory over Ye Feng, weakening the latter’s luck as the Son of Destiny, but also deter the Ye Clan from resorting to desperate measures, such as sending assassins after him.
After all, the Ye Clan had to maintain appearances under public scrutiny.
But before Zhou Changshu could savor his triumph, the spectators’ murmurs began to rise.
“Who’s this guy?
How shameless!
Challenging Young Master Ye Feng when he knows his cultivation is stuck at the Late-stage Martial Artist Realm, while this challenger is already at the Mid-stage Martial Master Realm!” “When a man loses all shame, he becomes invincible.
What kind of face does someone like that have anyway?
Probably just another opportunist trying to climb the ranks by stepping on Ye Feng’s reputation.” “Ye Feng has worked far harder than these cunning types, yet he can’t break through no matter what he does.
Heaven has no eyes!” Hearing these remarks, Zhou Changshu’s face darkened.
He had intended to humiliate Ye Feng, but before he could even begin, he found himself nailed to the pillar of shame by the crowd.
If it weren’t for the need to rescue Yue Ya, Zhou Changshu would have turned tail and fled.
Unlike the crowd, the Ye Clan guards regarded Zhou Changshu with a strange, peculiar gaze.
Outsiders were unaware, but the Ye Clan guards knew perfectly well.
Ye Feng had broken through two realms in a single day, reaching the Martial Spirit Realm.
Yet this arrogant brat, only at the mid-stage Martial Master Realm, dared to challenge Ye Feng.
What difference was there between this and begging for a beating?
Several nosy guards rushed to inform Ye Feng.
Zhou Changshu stood proudly before the Ye Clan gates, waiting patiently.
Before long, Ye Feng emerged, yawning loudly.
Behind him trailed Yue Ya, her clothes disheveled and limping noticeably.
Yue Ya’s face flushed crimson with anger as she glared at Ye Feng’s retreating back.
She had thought becoming Ye Feng’s servant would involve simple tasks like washing dishes or perhaps warming his bed.
But this eccentric master had actually made her play a bizarre game of bungee jumping from high places.
As a Martial Spirit Realm expert, Ye Feng could leap from a three-meter-tall tree without a scratch.
But Yue Ya was just an ordinary person.
The moment she jumped, she faceplanted, landing in a humiliating sprawl.
She even twisted her right ankle.
Yet Ye Feng showed no sympathy whatsoever, instead bursting into mocking laughter.
Worse still, after the guards informed Ye Feng of Zhou Changshu’s challenge, he had dragged Yue Ya out before she could even apply any medicine to her injuries.
He even had the audacity to claim that more exercise would help her injuries recover.
Now, with every step she took, her ankle throbbed with excruciating pain.
But the expression on Yue Ya’s face, as seen by Zhou Changshu standing nearby, was completely misinterpreted.
“Yue Ya, how could you…” Zhou Changshu pointed at Yue Ya, trembling with anger, words catching in his throat.
The moment Yue Ya saw Zhou Changshu, her eyes lit up.
Though she said nothing, her pitiful gaze instantly conveyed her meaning to him.
She’s asking me to find a way to rescue her!
In that fleeting moment when their eyes met, most of Zhou Changshu’s anger vanished, replaced by overwhelming heartache.
“Yue Ya, don’t worry!
I’ll never despise you!” Without waiting for Yue Ya’s bewildered response, he pointed at Ye Feng and declared, his voice ringing with righteous indignation: “Ye Feng, do you dare face me in battle today!” “If you win, I’ll turn and leave, never to appear before you again.” “But if you lose, hand over Yue Ya’s indenture contract and let us leave!” Zhou Changshu finished speaking, casting a smug glance at Yue Ya.
To his surprise, Yue Ya showed no gratitude upon hearing his terms.
Instead, her expression grew complex as she lowered her head.