Zhou Yuanyuan’s right hand lifted, and the music stopped abruptly.
The room fell so silent that even the faint crackling of the burning incense could be heard.
Ye Wudu slowly raised his hands and gave a light applause, “A fine piece!”
Even someone like him, who was not particularly knowledgeable about music, found it thoroughly enjoyable.
“I have embarrassed myself. As long as Young Master likes it, that is enough.”
Zhou Yuanyuan rose and gave a graceful bow, her smile unchanged.
She walked to his side and wrapped her arm around his, intending to chat and get to know him better.
But before she could speak, Ye Wudu pulled her in by the waist, lifted her effortlessly, and seated her on his lap.
“Ah! Young Master…”
Zhou Yuanyuan let out a soft cry, immediately feeling a warmth spread through her lower body.
Her face flushed slightly as she said in a low voice, “Young Master, why such haste? Shouldn’t we talk first?”
Ye Wudu had no mind for conversation. After one serving of bull whip and two rounds of Flood Dragon Meat, combined with her pressing so close, he was already on the verge of losing control.
Moreover, he did not know when Liu Long would leave, so he had no intention of wasting time.
A faint smile curled at his lips, “It can only be blamed on Miss Yuanyuan’s beauty being too overwhelming. We can talk afterward.”
Before she could reply, he kissed her.
Not a test, not a gentle peck.
His lips descended with an irresistible dominance, pressing firmly against hers.
Zhou Yuanyuan’s eyes widened, then slowly closed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her body softened completely.
As the kiss deepened, her garments disappeared piece by piece.
The candlelight flickered within the glass lamp, casting a warm golden glow across the entire chamber.
Her skin resembled flawless white jade, her figure slender and smooth, without a trace of excess yet perfectly full where it mattered.
Holding her, Ye Wudu slowly walked toward the bed.
Zhou Yuanyuan clung to him like a docile kitten.
He looked down at her from above. There was no tenderness in his gaze… only a surging, overwhelming desire.
Half an hour later, Zhou Yuanyuan was breathing heavily, her face flushed, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
She had never expected that this man, who looked like a refined scholar, would be so wild.
Ye Wudu also let out a deep breath, feeling a great sense of release.
Leaning against the bed, he rested, his right hand casually resting on her soft, fair body.
After barely a short rest, the feeling surged back again.
“Young Master… my whole body aches…”
Zhou Yuanyuan had just wrapped her arms around him, about to act coquettishly, when her lips were sealed once more.
“Mmm—”
Her eyes widened in disbelief as he kissed her again.
He had already recovered?
Another half an hour passed.
Zhou Yuanyuan lay against him like a lifeless body, utterly drained.
After a moment, she recovered slightly and asked weakly, “Young Master… how long… have you been holding back?”
Ye Wudu replied casually, “Nine years.”
Zhou Yuanyuan: “???”
She thought she had misheard, “How old are you this year?”
He looked no older than eighteen. Holding back for nine years sounded absurd.
He answered, “Twenty-five. And Miss Yuanyuan?”
She replied, “Eighteen. You truly don’t look it… I thought you were my age.”
Ye Wudu did not respond. Instead, his hand suddenly tightened, making Zhou Yuanyuan cry out in pain.
Seeing the fire rising again in his eyes, her expression collapsed.
“Young Master… I really can’t anymore! C-can we talk? I… I’ll play music for you.”
Her limbs felt weak, completely drained.
But the only response she received was another domineering kiss…
An hour later.
Zhou Yuanyuan felt as if her body no longer belonged to her, lying limp on the bed, unable to utter a single word.
Ye Wudu finally felt at ease. At that moment, a knock sounded on the door.
He immediately rose and dressed, “Miss Yuanyuan, rest well. I have matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave first.”
“Young Master… remember to come back for me.”
Her voice was hoarse, her head dizzy. She had even forgotten to ask for payment.
Ye Wudu stepped out of the Drunken Flower Pavilion and saw Liu Long’s carriage just departing. He casually picked up a small stone.
He did not act immediately. Instead, he leapt across rooftops, following from above, waiting for the right moment.
He suspected the two guards were the Liu family’s guest elders, so he needed to be cautious.
It was already around 02:00, and the streets were nearly empty.
After about 15 minutes, at a corner, Ye Wudu suddenly threw the stone at the driver.
The seemingly ordinary gray stone, wrapped in Demonic Qi, streaked through the air like a nearly invisible blur.
The sharp sound of it cutting through the air was piercing, as if tearing the night apart, causing nearby lanterns to sway violently.
The driver was startled. By the time he reacted, the stone had already reached him.
With no time to dodge, he raised his arm to block.
Bang!
A dull thud sounded. The bones of his arm shattered instantly.
Before he could even scream, Ye Wudu had already appeared before him, striking his head with a palm.
Another heavy sound… the man’s head was crushed, his body tumbling to the ground.
“Who is it!?”
A shout came from inside the carriage. At the same time, a surge of Demonic Qi burst outward.
A massive fist shot toward Ye Wudu’s face.
But Ye Wudu was faster.
The punch brushed past his face as he seized the arm and delivered several blows to the man’s chest.
Blood sprayed from the man’s mouth. His chest caved in, his heart shattered instantly.
The difference in cultivation was too great. Both guards were only at the 1st stage Qi Refining Realm, while Ye Wudu was already at the 2nd stage Qi Refining Realm. They stood no chance.
When Ye Wudu lifted the curtain of the carriage, Liu Long’s face was pale, his body trembling.
Pointing at Ye Wudu with a shaking hand, he stammered, “Y-you… who are you… I am the eldest son of the Liu family… whatever you want, I can give you!”
Ye Wudu removed his hat and gave a mocking smile, “So timid, yet you dare covet another man’s wife?”
Liu Long’s eyes widened, “Y-you! It’s you! We can talk this out. I… I won’t trouble your wife again. There’s no need to go this far! If you kill me, my father won’t let you off!”
Afraid he might not get another chance to speak, he blurted out everything at once, pleading and threatening in the same breath.
Ye Wudu’s smile grew colder as he stepped down between Liu Long’s legs.
Something shattered beneath his foot.
Blood spurted out violently.
“Ah—!”
A pig-like scream tore through the silent night of North Desolation City, waking countless people from their sleep.
“You wanted my wife. I want your life. Seems fair, doesn’t it?”
There was no trace of pity on Ye Wudu’s face… only a cruel smile.
When dealing with enemies, one had to be ruthless enough to make them regret ever being born.
Without hesitation, Ye Wudu severed Liu Long’s legs and turned to leave.
With that amount of blood loss, Liu Long would die soon enough. There was no need to finish him immediately.
A quick death would be too merciful.
Before dying, he had to taste despair and pain.
Then, Ye Wudu extended his right hand toward the two fallen guards and activated the Devouring Heaven Blood Transformation Art.
Visible strands of dark red energy flowed toward his palm as the two corpses shriveled at a visible rate.
Within moments, both bodies were completely drained of blood and moisture.
Ye Wudu slowly closed his eyes, feeling the energy gather within him, an almost intoxicating sensation.
His cultivation rose from mid 2nd stage Qi Refining Realm to late 2nd stage Qi Refining Realm.
What a domineering technique.
Advancing in cultivation felt as effortless as drinking water.
As for Liu Long, a mere ordinary man without cultivation was not worth absorbing.
After finishing everything, Ye Wudu left the scene with ease…
When Ye Wudu returned to Tingwan Courtyard, he quietly entered the house.
The candlelight inside had not been extinguished.
The moment he stepped in, he saw his wife sitting by the bed, staring straight at him.
“Where did you go…”