CHAPTER 112
Bringing in the Newcomer
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"Sister, please don't tease me. I wouldn't dare harbor improper thoughts toward you. I only hope you'll keep your promise and rescue my disciple."
Yu Lan didn't understand men, but she believed any normal man wouldn't refuse such an opportunity.
She was the Dragon King, after all! Who could refuse an olive branch extended by the Dragon King?
Had she not made herself clear enough?
While channeling her true energy to heal Su Cheng's wounds, Yu Lan spoke with a hint of seriousness, like a female boss earning tens of thousands a month.
"I'm not joking. I want you to be my man. This has nothing to do with whether you want it or not. It's my demand."
Her logic was clear and methodical, seemingly flawless—so much so that Su Cheng almost found himself inclined to agree.
"Sister Yulan, as you can see, I'm someone who can't even protect myself. I live only to cook meals for my two disciples."
"You dare refuse me? Aren't you afraid that after you cook, no one will come to eat?"
"Sister Yulan isn't that kind of person. I know that."
Yu Lan was a bit puzzled. Why was this handsome young man so different from others?
"You know me well? Perhaps I wasn't that kind of person before, but after hearing you say that, I might just want to change."
Yu Lan no longer supported Su Cheng. If he could have borne it, she might have kicked him!
She was the Dragon King! Who in this world dared defy her?
Yet this man had actually rejected her advances! Did she have no pride? What? Just because she wasn't that kind of person, did that mean she had to be bullied by a stinking man like him?
Just in case, Yu Lan confiscated Su Cheng's jade pendant. Though he wasn't particularly powerful, it wouldn't do if he escaped using the magical artifact within it.
Yu Lan had made up her mind. She would taste this little hottie no matter what. By hook or by crook, she would have her way!
The Dragon King's bedchamber—to be honest, its scale was only slightly smaller than Lingxian Hall. A princess bed perfectly suited for a loli dominated the room, giving the entire space a distinctly Western princess-chamber vibe.
Perhaps it was a room prepared by the evil dragon for a kidnapped princess? Either way, it was hard to associate it with the Dragon King.
Su Cheng hadn't checked the system for details, but he'd expected something darker. Who knew the Dragon King had such a girly side?
"What's with this bed?"
"This is the Dragon King's bedchamber. Besides me, who else could possibly stay here?"
Well… I suppose that makes sense…
This was the first time in his life Su Cheng had slept in a pink bed, or even a round one. It felt like a bird… or a dragon's nest?
It was just… a bit short… He couldn't stretch his legs out straight…
But given Su Cheng's current state, he couldn't afford to be picky. Although Yulan had a gentle temperament, she wasn't exactly a saint. Allowing the filthy Su Cheng to sleep in her bed was already special treatment.
According to the system's description—or rather, her character profile—Yu Lan's temperament was somewhat akin to Shangguan Rou's, embodying the understanding and considerate attributes of a virtuous wife. However, being the Dragon King set her apart from Shangguan Rou, endowing her with the unique mindset of a Dragon King.
Consumption was inevitable, but Yu Lan felt no urgency. With over a thousand years already passed, a day or two made little difference. Moreover, with her by his side, Su Cheng's injuries were no longer a concern.
Su Cheng was utterly exhausted. The moment his head hit the pillow, he drifted into a deep, restless sleep. While admiring him, Yu Lan gently wiped his body clean.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Gazing at the wounds covering his body, Yulan felt a pang of heartache for the first time—and it was directed at a man.
Beneath his long robe lay a surprisingly well-built physique, not at all frail. Her petite hands instinctively rested upon him.
Now, looking at Su Cheng's face, she was only relieved that his handsome features hadn't been damaged. Though, if she had been the one to damage them, they wouldn't have scarred anyway.
Meanwhile, Ye Qinghan sat atop an open sword case, grinning as she coached her junior sister on how to take on Liu Mingxuan one-on-one.
"Right, right! Between his legs! Use the Chaos Bell to smash him hard!"
Shi Yao was mysteriously impressed. Right now, she wasn't listening to anything about the Liu family—she was focused solely on her senior sister's words!
She didn't understand, but whatever Senior Sister said must be right!
She thought to herself, No wonder she's the senior disciple—she spotted the young master's weakness at a glance!
Li Shiyu didn't need to worry about anything else. She just focused on pounding away. With her senior sister's sword case there as a pestle, Shiyu feared nothing~
Senior Sister was invincible! That sword case? Forget about these puny little pests—even Shiyao herself wouldn’t stand a chance unless she hid beneath the Chaos Bell.
Truth be told, by the second strike of the Chaos Bell, Li Shiyu had lost all sense of touch. It felt like hitting the ground with no sensation at all. But hearing Liu Mingxuan still screaming, it must not have missed?
"Nothing left! Senior Sister!"
"Keep searching! You'll find it! Just keep smashing!"
"Oh! Got it!"
The Liu family cultivators nearby watched their young master endure this torment, feeling as if a cold wind had swept between their legs. They instinctively clamped their thighs together, all murmuring that Ye Qinghan was a living demon king. Today, they had finally met him.
Serving the ruler, sharing the ruler's burdens—but this Ye King of Hell showed no reason whatsoever. Li Shiyu simply wouldn't listen to anyone; she just acted!
A dozen divine swords lay poised beside Li Shiyu. Anyone who dared to show their head would be struck down! Like a trigger had been pulled, any exposed target was instantly vanquished!
By all logic, even with their formidable strength, the two would struggle against so many cultivators from the Liu family.
But the Lingxian Hall's master was a pro at surviving against overwhelming odds, with ample experience fighting one against many.
His disciples had inherited his true teachings. Ye Qinghan had now mastered the art too—pre-deploying magical treasures to ensure a solid backup, regardless of current strength.
"Alright, Shiyao, we still have work to do."
Ye Qinghan flicked her jade-like hand, and the divine swords instantly retracted into their scabbards. Her black silk high-heeled shoe kicked the sword case, which obediently snapped shut.
Li Shiyu brought the Chaos Bell crashing down with a thunderous thud onto Liu Mingxuan, executing the young man who had dared to upset her elder sister.
Ye Qinghan had considered sparing the Liu family if they showed some sense, but unfortunately, Liu Jingcheng's beloved son had set his sights on a direct disciple of the Lingxian Hall.
And as the Master had warned: when cutting weeds, one must uproot them completely. Such scum, if left alive, would only become a menace.
Ye Qinghan knew full well that such a creature, if allowed to live, would never settle down. Eventually, he would likely cause a major disaster.
"The Lingxian Hall is running at a deficit. Today, Senior Sister will teach you how to manage finances."
Ye Qinghan patted Li Shiyao's shoulder, signaling her to watch closely.
He then turned to the Liu family cultivator hiding nearby and ordered, "Summon Liu Jingcheng to collect his son's body!"
To be honest, Liu Jingcheng hadn't taken it seriously at first. Last time, it was because he'd been ambushed that Ye Qinghan had escaped!
But this time was different. This was the Liu family's grand estate! Whoever it was, they'd have to give him some face!
Did all these cultivators of the Liu family just eat for free? Even if you possessed supernatural abilities, he refused to believe two girls could escape from under the noses of so many Liu family members!
But now, seeing the jade engraved with the characters "Ming Xuan" shatter into pieces, panic truly seized him!
He couldn't believe it—just two girls, yet they'd killed his son right before countless cultivators' eyes!
In mere moments, without needing anyone to announce his arrival, that formidable figure materialized instantly before the two girls!
The oppressive aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was overwhelming. Liu Jingcheng was even more powerful than Qiao Yun, and this pressure was the strongest the sisters had ever encountered!
Even Xu Zhanfeng, when facing Ye Qinghan, had only Late Nascent Soul cultivation. For the sisters, confronting a Nascent Soul cultivator was an entirely new experience.
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