Have I Corrupted Xiao Yan?

"That thing?"

Xiao Yan froze for a moment, then felt a chill between his legs.

"That's right. This Disguise Dou Technique has an extremely yin attribute. Only girls can master it."

"Heh heh. This Dou Technique truly is profoundly mysterious."

The corner of his mouth twitched wildly. He hurriedly refused Hun Ruoruo's "kindness," remaining utterly unmoved no matter how she tempted him.

What a joke. His body and hair had been given to him by his parents—not to mention the foundation of his manhood.

No matter how advanced the Dou Technique was, it could not shake his resolve.

Seeing that Xiao Yan had not the slightest bit of interest left, Hun Ruoruo clicked her tongue indignantly and muttered something under her breath.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan became even more certain—

This woman definitely had no good intentions.

The Jia Lie Family was not particularly far from the Xiao Family. While they talked, the two had already reached a street near the Jia Lie Family residence.

Following Hun Ruoruo's directions, Xiao Yan roughly grasped the locations of the residences occupied by the Jia Lie Family's important figures and easily locked onto their target.

Thus, under the effects of the Disguise Dou Technique, the two slipped past the watch of numerous Guards and headed straight for that first-grade Alchemist's courtyard.

"Ruoruo, it just occurred to me... there doesn't seem to be anything here that requires me," Xiao Yan asked belatedly.

The journey had gone far too smoothly. There was not even a hint of tension, making it hard for him to imagine that they had come here to carry out an assassination.

Relying on someone powerful was a little too easy.

Hun Ruoruo raised a brow and said with a giggle, "Third Young Master, you've hit the nail on the head. According to the information I gathered, that Alchemist has an extremely peculiar hobby. You'll have to act personally."

"Me, personally?"

Xiao Yan asked curiously, "If even you find him troublesome, how could I possibly deal with him? Ruoruo, you'd better not joke around."

Clearly, Xiao Yan did not believe her.

In his view, there should not have been anyone in all of Wutan City whom Hun Ruoruo considered an opponent. A mere first-grade Alchemist should have been as easy for her to crush as an ant, shouldn't he?

Hun Ruoruo blinked and began speaking in riddles again.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly. "Fine. But let's make this clear first: the only thing I can rely on is that Soul Skill you taught me. I can't guarantee that I'll succeed. If I accidentally draw outsiders here—"

"Third Young Master, just go ahead. As for anyone outside..."

The Girl licked her lips. Her expression was seductive, yet Purple Light spread through her eyes.

"If one comes, I'll kill one."

That familiar purple glow gave Xiao Yan the lingering dread of someone once bitten by a snake. He paused, said no more, turned toward the courtyard gate, and gently pushed it open.

"Good luck, Third Young Master," the Girl's encouraging voice came from behind him, soft and faint, like fine silk brushing past his earlobe.

Not long after, Xiao Yan stood blankly outside the room, listening to the indecent sounds continuously drifting from within. At last, he understood why Hun Ruoruo had assigned this task to him.

So this Alchemist's so-called peculiar hobby was that sort of thing?

No wonder there had seemed to be a trace of amusement in her gaze back then. It was just that the night had been too dark for him to see clearly, so he had not paid it much mind.

"Heh heh, this probably... doesn't count as peculiar, does it?" Xiao Yan muttered to himself, revealing a somewhat subtle expression that looked especially conflicted on his still slightly youthful face.

Whether the Alchemist was too uninhibited or had already been too impatient earlier, he had not even shut the door, greatly reducing the difficulty of Xiao Yan's assassination.

He gently rubbed the ring on his finger, the meaning obvious.

Knowing that Xiao Yan was not in a position to speak, Old Man Yao briefly sensed the surrounding environment before slowly saying, "Xiao Yan, I have already examined him. His Dou Qi is extremely unstable, so there is nothing worth worrying about. As long as you catch him off guard, you can achieve the same result Ruoruo did that day."

Xiao Yan nodded. He understood that this was also a form of training arranged by Hun Ruoruo and Old Man Yao, so he no longer intended to seek any help.

Very soon, the Black Robe-clad youth concealed his aura and swiftly dispelled the trace of laxness that had arisen from relying on Hun Ruoruo earlier.

His face was cold. His Soul Force silently gathered like flowing water as he stared at the back of the man before him, whose clothes had already been completely removed. Killing intent surged beneath his gaze.

"You truly are capable. You worked my father, a dignified Da Dou Shi, to the point of utter exhaustion. Fine, then. Today, I'll quietly watch this live erotic show and treat it as your funeral."

Half an hour later.

Xiao Yan staggered out of the Alchemist's room, his face pale as gold paper. Resisting the hollow sensation rising from the depths of his soul, he slowly made his way to the courtyard entrance and braced himself against the doorframe.

Recalling the unbearable sight from before, Xiao Yan felt that, for a pure youth like himself who had yet to undergo the Coming-of-Age Ceremony—

This mission had been somewhat too difficult.

Perhaps out of a trace of pity for the innocent concubine, Xiao Yan had deliberately waited until she had fallen completely asleep before making his move. That was why it had taken him longer.

However, he had not come away entirely empty-handed.

After killing the man with his Soul Skill, perhaps because the other party had been an Alchemist, Xiao Yan clearly felt that his Soul Force had grown somewhat stronger.

In other words, this small Yellow Rank Dou Technique not only possessed rather astonishing killing power, but could also seize a tiny wisp of the other party's Soul Force for his own use.

Though it was only a minuscule amount, it was enough to shock Xiao Yan.

"If I keep devouring other people's souls, I'm afraid I really will embark on the path of evil." Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly and temporarily suppressed the trace of wicked intent in his heart.

It was his first time killing someone. Xiao Yan's feelings were ultimately rather complicated.

After collecting himself for a moment, he stepped outside and looked at the Black Robe Girl leaning against the edge of the wall, eagerly watching for him.

Even knowing that part of her reaction was an act, a trace of discomfort still flashed across Xiao Yan's face.

Fortunately, on this cloud-covered night, not much moonlight fell.

When Hun Ruoruo saw Xiao Yan slowly emerge, she asked expectantly, "Third Young Master, did you succeed?"

"Luckily, I did. It was thanks to him being so focused on his business that he never noticed the killing intent." Xiao Yan sniffed and hid his emotions well. "Now, we only need to carry out the next step of the plan."

"Third Young Master actually has a plan? Hurry and tell me."

"Simply getting rid of this Alchemist won't be enough to recover the customers stolen from my Xiao Family. At best, it can only be considered stopping the losses."

Xiao Yan revealed a harmless smile and said softly, "Since we've already played the villain, we might as well add fuel to the fire. Don't they enjoy selling those Little Green Bottles? If they accept a large number of orders but cannot supply them, how much of their family fortune do you think they'll have to pay out?"

Hearing Xiao Yan's analysis, Hun Ruoruo's beautiful eyes widened, and a rather absurd thought arose in her heart.

I haven't turned the protagonist into some scheming young villain, have I?