The next day, Ye Wen woke feeling refreshed. He didn't feel the slightest bit hungover. Having an incredibly powerful body was what really mattered. But he couldn't remember what had happened the night before. He vaguely recalled being rather unrestrained.
When he got up, he found himself sleeping alone and gave a self-mocking smile. A dream! It had all been a dream! Just then, the little maids came out to dress him.
At that moment, the Little County Princess came rushing over to Ye Wen again, shouting at him.
"Brother Ye Wen, you're such a lazybones! Don't they say Martial Artists train hard? Why are you sleeping in every morning?"
The remark made Ye Wen's old face turn red, and he hastily made an excuse.
"Because I'm a genius. I don't need to train hard. Why did you come here so early? What do you want?"
"Early? The sun's already high in the sky! My sister said you agreed to join our Innate Mansion. She told me to bring you over this morning!"
Ye Wen, who'd drunk himself into a blackout the night before, looked at the Little County Princess in confusion, then turned to ask the three little maids behind him.
"Did the Grand Princess come by last night? Did I agree to join the Innate Mansion?"
The three little maids nodded. They didn't dare say another word. If they said anything bad about the Grand Princess, the consequences would be more than the three of them could bear.
Ye Wen absently rubbed his head and muttered,
"Did the Grand Princess really come by? And I agreed? Looks like I absolutely can't drink anymore. I only agreed to go to the Innate Mansion this time, but what if I agree to some terrifying condition next time? Just thinking about it gives me chills. The Grand Princess really is no good. She took advantage of me being drunk to make me decide things recklessly."
Ye Wen followed the Little County Princess toward the Innate Mansion, then suddenly asked,
"Where are your guards? Why did you have to come all the way over here just to tell me?"
For once, the usually boisterous Little County Princess blushed.
"The Innate Mansion is like the Hall of Attendants in our Demon Suppressing City. Everyone there is a remarkable talent at Innate Second Rank or above.
"There's an attendant about your age from the Western Continent. He's an incredible magic prodigy, already a Third-Rank Mage, and he's so handsome. So, so handsome.
"But my sister warned me not to bother him and forbade me from going to the Innate Mansion to see him. She even said he wasn't a good person. How could that be? How could such a handsome, good-looking mage be a bad person?"
"So your reason for coming with me is to see him?"
Ye Wen looked at the lovestruck girl. What kind of logic was that? If someone was handsome and good-looking, they were a good person; if they were ugly and unattractive, they were a bad person. That way of thinking left him speechless.
When they arrived at the Innate Mansion, Ye Wen saw that everyone had a separate courtyard. Each one had a huge amount of space, clearly meant as a training ground for Innate Martial Artists.
The Little County Princess led Ye Wen to an empty courtyard. She used a Jade Token to open the gate, then tossed it to him.
"This is the key to the formation in your courtyard. You can use it to control the formation. It's easy—the buttons are right there. Figure it out yourself."
With that, she darted away like a gust of wind. She was probably off to see her handsome guy. Ye Wen couldn't help remarking,
"Hopeless fangirls always end up paying for it sooner or later."
Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, the one next door suddenly opened. A disheveled old man came out. He spotted Ye Wen about to enter the courtyard and called out to him.
"Hm? A new face. Hey, kid! What cultivation system do you follow?"
Ye Wen looked at his future neighbor. The man looked to be over sixty, but he was extremely scruffy. As he came closer, a stench wafted over— the smell of a corpse.
Ye Wen wasn't sure what cultivation system the old man followed. It was probably Martial Dao, since that was the mainstream.
"Martial Dao. Innate Third Rank."
When the old man heard that the kid practiced Martial Dao and was an Innate Third Rank, he stopped halfway across the distance. Then, without another word, he went straight back into his courtyard and shut the gate.
Ye Wen watched the old man curiously and wondered,
"What a strange person!"
Just then, the gate across from him opened, and a burst of laughter rang out.
"Hahaha! Old Ghost Wu is afraid of you. His precious Corpse Wife is terrified of Martial Artists at the same rank. She's suppressed by their Qi and Blood, so she can only bring out half her Third-Rank strength."
"Corpse Wife? Does Old Ghost Wu practice raising Walking Corpses?"
When Ye Wen had read about people raising Walking Corpses in a book, he'd found it disgusting. "And this guy treats the Walking Corpse he raised as his wife? What a freak!"
Ye Wen replied to the other person,
"Hahaha, you've got it wrong. He didn't treat a Walking Corpse he raised as his wife—he turned his wife into a Walking Corpse! Pretty twisted, huh? Hahahaha!"
Just then, the courtyard gate that had been shut opened again. Out came a female corpse that looked as if she'd just leaped out of a coffin. She'd been rotting for some time, and she looked hideous and disgusting. The stench of the corpse made the sight even more revolting.
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