After knocking for a long while, Bibi Dong looked utterly confused.
"I've already recovered."
"Her husband should be fine by now."
Though she could be a little rough, her husband usually recovered faster than she did.
She was just about to push the door open and check on him.
Then Ye Guyue's voice came from inside the room.
"Your husband is awake. I don't even need to think to know what you did last night."
Ye Guyue's words made Bibi Dong's pretty face turn bright red.
Her husband had still guessed it.
"Then hurry up, husband. I won't bother you any longer."
Bibi Dong sheepishly returned to her own room.
Inside, Ye Guyue shoved Liu Erlong onto the floor.
"You've gone too far!" Ye Guyue snapped, wiping the saliva and a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. His kissing technique was like that of a complete novice.
All she did was kiss him and gnaw at him.
Who kissed someone like that?
Liu Erlong knelt on the floor, her face flushed. She bent forward, accepting her punishment.
"I'm sorry, Brother Guyue. I was out of line. As long as you forgive me, I'll do anything."
"You're apologizing, but I think you did it on purpose."
Liu Erlong earnestly admitted her mistake.
"Brother Guyue, I swear I didn't. As long as you forgive me, I'll do anything."
As long as she didn't have to apologize, she could do anything. Her tongue skills were still excellent.
"Forget it. Go back. No, jump out the window."
"It's your first offense, so I won't hold it against you. I hope you'll get your mind right." Ye Guyue wasn't planning to punish her.
It wasn't as if he could take a whip to her.
He had no taste for abuse, either.
Liu Erlong didn't bargain. She went to the window and glanced back at Ye Guyue, who was utterly irresistible.
She etched the sight before her into her memory, then leaped away.
Once he'd gathered his thoughts, Ye Guyue opened the door. Hearing his footsteps, Bibi Dong immediately opened her own.
"How was your rest, husband?" Bibi Dong asked.
"You've got some nerve asking."
Ye Guyue gave Bibi Dong a look that said it all. His legs were still a little weak.
Bibi Dong stepped forward to support him. "Careful, husband. Dong'er is here. You'll be fine."
How wonderful it would be if her husband were a delicate little thing, locked away in a secret chamber all day with no chance to escape.
Ye Guyue didn't say much. When he went downstairs, he noticed Liu Erlong was gone.
"Husband, where's Liu Erlong?"
"She probably left on her own. Anyway, we have important business to attend to, so let's not worry about her."
Ye Guyue assumed Liu Erlong had taken his words to mean she should leave and never come back.
Little did he know, when Liu Erlong jumped out the window, she'd run into her father, Yu Luomian.
Yu Luomian had already taken her to a teahouse, where he asked why she'd jumped out of a hotel.
After Liu Erlong explained what had happened,
Yu Luomian spat out the tea in his mouth.
"What? You were with the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, then jumped out of someone else's room? What sort of behavior is that?"
Yu Luomian broke out in a cold sweat. If this incident angered Spirit Hall, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences even if he had eight hundred lives.
"Father, Brother Guyue isn't a bad person. I made sure everything was fine before I left. There's no need to worry so much," Liu Erlong said.
Yu Luomian let out a sigh of relief. "Good. You and the Holy Son are so close—does the Holy Maiden know?"
At that, Liu Erlong pouted. "I snuck over. How could she find out?"
That might have been fine if she'd left it unsaid. Saying it only made Yu Luomian's back go cold.
"So you've been sneaking around behind her back?"
His own daughter had done something like this.
In theory, there shouldn't have been anything wrong with how he'd raised her.
So why was she completely infatuated?
It was over. His daughter had fallen far too deep.
"Don't worry, Father. She won't find out," Liu Erlong said with a grin.
"It's already happened, so there's not much I can say. Just be as careful as you can. Unless the Holy Maiden is willing to let the Holy Son have more women, the consequences could be unimaginable."
Liu Erlong hadn't considered the consequences at all. She was completely lost in the romance between a man and a woman.
Liu Erlong chuckled. "Let's not talk about that, Father. You've heard about Yu Xiaogang, haven't you?"
"I have. Prince Xue Xing has thrown him in jail. Serves him right."
Yu Luomian had been quite pleased when Yu Xiaogang suddenly became able to cultivate. After all, he was the sect master's son, and when he went out, he represented the sect's reputation.
Yu Yuanzhen snorted, his voice icy.
"His fart made everyone at yesterday's food festival pass out. Plenty of people are still bedridden, and His Majesty has ordered that he be punished without mercy. I'm afraid the sect master is in trouble now, too."
Liu Erlong drank her tea and ate pastries to fill her stomach.
As for Yu Xiaogang, the sect could do without one more troublemaker.
Ye Guyue was on his way to the First Trial's destination when Yu Yuanzhen suddenly stopped him.
"Sect Master Yu, what is it?"
Ye Guyue stood with empty sleeves and an air of righteousness.
Yu Yuanzhen's sudden interception could hardly mean anything good.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, please come with me to the palace."
"Otherwise, I fear my son, Yu Xiaogang, won't survive."
Yu Yuanzhen had just returned from meeting Emperor Xue Ye, who had decreed that Yu Xiaogang would remain locked in the dungeon unless Ye Guyue intervened.
Ye Guyue and the others had been the ones to knock Yu Xiaogang to the ground.
Unless they forgave him, he would remain locked up.
Ye Guyue frowned. "Sect Master Yu, don't you think this is unreasonable?"
"I hope Your Highness the Holy Son will grant my request." Yu Yuanzhen clasped his hands.
Ye Guyue flicked his sleeve. "And if I refuse?"
"Then I'll have no choice but to offend you. Afterward, I'll personally go to Spirit Hall and apologize. This concerns my son's life. I have no choice but to do this," Yu Yuanzhen said gravely.
The aura of a Titled Douluo burst forth.
Ye Guyue's expression turned cold, and the aura of a Soul Douluo erupted from him.
The Radiant Holy Dragon spiraled into view and roared at Yu Yuanzhen.
His Seventh and Eighth Soul Rings were both hundred-thousand-year rings.
Yu Yuanzhen stood there in a daze, his face full of disbelief. "When did Your Highness the Holy Son break through to Soul Douluo?"
It was over. With the strength of a Soul Douluo and a Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, forcibly keeping him here would be harder than scaling the heavens.
"Sect Master Yu, think carefully. If you offend Spirit Hall, I'll make sure your entire sect is destroyed because of your foolishness."
"Do you think you have any chance of winning? And you say you'll apologize to Spirit Hall—dream on. Do you really think Spirit Hall will compromise for your sake?"
Ye Guyue let out a soft laugh.
Yu Yuanzhen had made things far too simple in his mind.
Grandpa Qian alone would wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at the first opportunity.
Yu Yuanzhen, who had been brimming with fighting spirit, fell silent. A moment later, his Martial Soul vanished as well.
"I was too naive. I'm sorry. I hope Your Highness the Holy Son won't hold it against me." Yu Yuanzhen clasped his hands.
Put that way, Yu Yuanzhen truly didn't dare attack. If his foolishness—or his attempt to save his idiot son—led to the destruction of the sect, he would have no face to meet the ancestors of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
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