You Xueyao looked at Lin Ze’s struggling, panicked expression and found it absolutely ridiculous.
“Idiot. I’m a dignified 8th stage Martial Saint. A mere poison pill—what could it possibly do to me?”
“Just wait to be tortured by me! Hahaha…”
“This isn’t poison…” Lin Ze opened his mouth to explain, but suddenly, a wave of heat surged from his lower abdomen, rapidly spreading throughout his entire body.
His face began to flush, and his breathing grew heavier.
Seeing this, You Xueyao smirked and lifted Lin Ze’s chin with her slender jade-like fingers, her gaze full of mockery.
“Tsk tsk tsk… Looks like you’ve been poisoned!”
“Who would’ve thought that You Yiran would fall for a weakling like you? Seems her taste hasn’t improved one bit.”
As his consciousness grew increasingly hazy, Lin Ze bit his tongue to force himself to stay awake. He shouted, “You stupid woman! This isn’t poison—it’s… it’s an aphrodisiac!”
“What did you say?”
You Xueyao froze. The next moment, her entire body trembled violently as a strange sensation spread through her limbs.
Her face flushed as well.
This overwhelming heat—what was happening?
Based on her cultivation, she shouldn’t be affected by an ordinary aphrodisiac… unless… unless that pill was a legendary divine-grade aphrodisiac?!
“No way…”
You Xueyao gasped in horror as the redness spread from her cheeks down her neck. Her eyes grew misty, her vision blurred, and her body began trembling uncontrollably.
“It’s hot… so hot…”
With the effect of the 3,000-year-old ginseng plus the divine-grade aphrodisiac, Lin Ze felt like he was about to explode from within.
You Xueyao forcefully shoved him away, gasping as her expression turned from panic to shame and fury. “You dare use this kind of pill on me? How dare you! You—”
She wanted to curse him out, but the overwhelming sensation intensified, clouding her mind even more. Her breath grew heavier, her eyes glazed over.
“Mm… mm…”
Lin Ze stared at her. The black silk dress she wore didn’t reveal anything, but it clung tightly to her every curve—sensual and provocative.
Her slender waist, her round and lifted hips, that perfect body… she looked like a walking seduction.
Her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, were tight, straight, and flawless. The thin silk disappeared beneath her skirt into her inner thighs.
Irresistible.
She was an enchantress in human form.
“I… I’m sorry, sister-in-law…”
“I can’t hold back anymore!”
Breathing heavily, Lin Ze slowly approached her.
“You… Don’t move! Ah!”
With the last of her clarity, You Xueyao grabbed Lin Ze and escaped into the void.
Watching them vanish, Jing Ke, Er Hu, and Nu Da all looked at one another, confused.
Still, since their masters were gone, there was no reason to keep fighting.
The three exchanged a few polite insults about each other’s ancestors and retreated along the same underground path.
Er Hu looked worried. “Is the Holy Son going to be okay?”
Jing Ke grinned meaningfully. “Find some bull or tiger penis for later. He’ll need it.” New chapters come out on novelping.com first.
Er Hu blinked. “Why?”
Jing Ke rolled his eyes. “You clueless virgin.”
Er Hu snapped, “Shut up! I lost my virginity ages ago!”
“Oh? With who?”
Er Hu extended his right hand—five thick fingers spread wide, veins bulging.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.
…
In the void, time slowly passed.
Lin Ze’s mind drifted in and out, like he was dreaming.
In the dream, he was entwined with a peerless beauty, kissing her, wrapped in a deep embrace.
The warmth… the wetness… it was intoxicating.
…
“Hu… hu…”
A freezing gust of wind whipped across his body, sending a chill up his spine. Lin Ze slowly opened his eyes.
His entire body ached—like his bones had been disassembled.
What happened? Why can’t I remember anything?
He pushed himself up, but his legs trembled, his back was sore.
“What the hell happened?”
As he tried to recall, a surge of danger suddenly enveloped him.
Before he could react, a pair of hands grabbed his throat.
Looking up, he saw You Xueyao glaring at him viciously.
There was anger in her eyes… but also shame, frustration, and something Lin Ze couldn’t comprehend.
“You beast!!”
“What did I do?!”
“You’re asking what you did?!” You Xueyao’s body trembled as she clenched his throat. “Take a good look at yourself—and me. Don’t tell me you can’t remember!”
“I… You…?”
He glanced at her—her dress was torn in several places, her black stockings had gaping holes.
His own clothes weren’t any better—ripped all over.
Images flashed through his mind.
Scenes from before…
“I… I remember now.”
You Xueyao’s lips pressed tight, her fingers digging into his neck. “Good. Then go to hell!”
For a moment, Lin Ze thought he saw tears in her eyes.
She screamed like a madwoman, shaking with rage. She wanted to snap his neck, rip his head off.
But no matter how much she yelled, her hands couldn’t summon the strength to finish the job.
Even she didn’t understand why.
And in that brief moment of hesitation—
A terrifying power suddenly descended from the sky.
BOOM!
The heavens changed color, and the earth trembled violently.
You Xueyao was forced to release him and retreat, dodging the devastating strike.
She glared up at the figure in the air. “You Yiran. You picked such a useless man as your husband and still had the nerve to announce it to the world?”
“You have no shame! Don’t drag Netherveil Palace down with you!”
You Yiran didn’t respond. She simply raised her hand and pulled Lin Ze back to her side.
“Are you okay?”
Clutching his torn collar, Lin Ze said weakly, “I’ve been trying to reason with her this whole time…”
You Yiran gave him a strange look. He was just as disheveled as the last time she pinned him down.
Though she was confused, she didn’t dwell on it.
She knew her younger sister’s temperament—proud and stubborn. There’s no way she would submit to a mere Martial Master.
“You Xueyao, you’ve been expelled from Netherveil Palace. And yet today, you dare sneak back and assault my husband.”
“For the sake of our past bond, I’ll spare your life once. But if you dare try again—I’ll kill you.”
With a flick of her jade-like hand, a tidal wave of energy surged forward.
Neither Lin Ze nor You Xueyao could see clearly—You Xueyao was blasted several hundred kilometers away, vanishing into a black speck in the horizon.
“AHHHH!! YOU YIRAN! JUST YOU WAIT!!”
Lin Ze clapped enthusiastically. “Wife, you’re amazing! You’re incredible!!!”
“You don’t know what she did to me—she tortured me without mercy, like a heartless demon—”
“Enough,” You Yiran said coldly. “Go to bed.”
“Oh… okay.”
Only then did Lin Ze notice—she was in a nightgown.
The loose robe swayed in the night breeze, and beneath it, he caught a glimpse of a red undergarment hugging her full curves.
Woah…
My wife is stacked!
You Yiran glared at him, cheeks flushing. “Keep staring, and I’ll dig your eyes out!”
“Not staring… just one more peek!”