One Spends Money, One Gets Things Done: Tang Yuehua, Ronan's Little Wife, Waits at Home

In exchange, Prince Xue Xing had to use the authority in his hands and the Heaven Dou Empire's treasury to provide Ronan with vast amounts of top-grade cultivation resources.

Although Prince Xue Xing was a spoiled nobleman, he possessed an exceptionally keen political instinct.

He greatly admired Ronan's character—neither servile nor overbearing, daring to negotiate terms with imperial power for the sake of profit.

He realized that an equal partner was often far more reliable than a servant who might turn on him at any time.

Thus, the two hit it off immediately.

Over the past few years, Ronan had secretly eliminated quite a few of Prince Xue Xing's political enemies and handled many troubles that the Heaven Dou Imperial Family could not conveniently deal with openly.

Prince Xue Xing had also kept his word, continuously sending the rare treasures and precious medicinal herbs from the Heaven Dou Empire's treasury into Ronan's hands.

Among them, the most important resource was top-grade Whale Rubber!

Whale Rubber was not worth much nowadays and was generally used by nobles.

However, top-grade Whale Rubber was rare, and its price was not exactly low.

It was precisely through the accumulation of these immense resources, coupled with Ronan's nearly self-abusive, frenzied training,

that his physical strength had reached such a monstrous level, allowing him to withstand the impact of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring head-on even without a Spirit Bone.

It could be said that without Prince Xue Xing's support in resources, Ronan's cultivation speed could never have been this fast.

"Tell me. What shady business do you need me to handle this time?"

Prince Xue Xing's smile faded, and his expression became somewhat grave.

"Recently, Spirit Hall's activities within the Heaven Dou Empire have become increasingly frequent."

"I received an intelligence report that one of Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishops secretly contacted a military commander with real authority in the empire. They seem to be plotting something."

Prince Xue Xing lowered his voice, a cold glint flashing through his eyes.

"I want you to... deal with that commander."

"No traces can be left behind. It must be disguised as an accident or a vendetta."

"Spirit Hall's scheme absolutely cannot be allowed to succeed."

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Assassinating a high-ranking imperial commander was no trivial matter.

If he were exposed, he would surely face pursuit from both the Heaven Dou Empire and Spirit Hall.

"That won't be easy."

Ronan lightly tapped his fingers.

"Your Highness, this is a major job. I wonder what price you're offering this time?"

Prince Xue Xing seemed to have anticipated that Ronan would raise his price on the spot.

With a faint smile, he took an exquisite jade box from his robes and pushed it toward Ronan.

"Open it and see."

Ronan raised an eyebrow slightly and reached out to open the jade box.

An extremely dense energy fluctuation, carrying a faint fishy sweetness, instantly filled the entire study.

Inside the jade box lay a fist-sized, gelatinous substance. It was dark gold throughout, crystal-clear like amber.

"This is... top-grade Whale Rubber from a 50,000-Year Deep Sea Demon Whale?!"

Top-grade Whale Rubber at the 50,000-year level!

"Well? Is this price enough to buy that commander's life?"

Prince Xue Xing watched Ronan's excited expression and smiled smugly.

"Deal."

Without hesitation, Ronan placed the jade box into his Storage Spirit Tool.

The night grew late.

Within a heavily guarded, luxurious residence somewhere in Heaven Dou City, the powerful military commander who had secretly colluded with Spirit Hall was lying on a broad, soft couch, sleeping soundly.

Ronan turned into a ghostly shadow and silently slipped into the bedroom.

Although this commander held a high position and great power, his cultivation was merely that of a Soul Saint in his seventies. Before the current Ronan, he was as fragile as a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Ronan did not even use a spirit skill. Relying solely on the Dark Demon Dragon martial soul's perfect concealment abilities, he arrived at the bedside with ease.

He extended his large hand, like a pair of iron pincers, and while the man slept without the slightest awareness, cleanly snapped his neck.

Accompanied by an exceedingly faint crack of bone, the commander drew his last breath in his sleep.

After taking care of this minor nuisance, Ronan did not linger outside and headed straight home.

At this moment, Tang Yuehua was wearing a thin silk outer robe and pacing back and forth through the main hall.

Her pinned-up hair was slightly disheveled, and her exquisite face was filled with worry and anxiety she could not conceal.

Although she knew Ronan was powerful, this was the Heaven Dou Imperial City after all, with undercurrents swirling everywhere. One careless mistake could lead to irreversible ruin.

At the sound of the door opening, Tang Yuehua's delicate body trembled as she abruptly turned around.

When she saw Ronan's familiar, upright figure standing unharmed in the doorway, her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled.

"Ronan! You're back!"

Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes lit up. She hurried over and carefully examined Ronan from head to toe, afraid that even a piece of him might be missing.

"How did it go? Nothing unexpected happened, did it? Are you hurt?"

Seeing the noble and elegant mistress of Moonlight Pavilion before him worrying over him like a little wife awaiting her husband's return, warmth could not help but flow through Ronan's heart.

He naturally spread his arms and pulled Tang Yuehua's soft, fragrant body into his embrace, then lowered his head and lightly kissed her smooth forehead.

"Don't worry. What could possibly happen to me?"

Ronan chuckled.

"He was just some useless Soul Saint in his seventies. He wasn't even qualified to serve as my warm-up. I handled him easily."

"I also cleaned up the scene thoroughly. There's no way they'll trace it back to us."

Only after hearing Ronan say this did Tang Yuehua finally let out a complete sigh of relief.

She obediently leaned against Ronan's broad, solid chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat and feeling the reassuring sense of safety he gave her.

But soon, Tang Yuehua seemed to recall something else, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

She lifted her head from Ronan's embrace, worry in her eyes.

"Although the assassination has been resolved, there was also what happened in front of Moonlight Pavilion during the day. I heard about it from the servants."

Tang Yuehua bit her red lip and spoke gravely.

"You severely injured Yu Xiaogang, and you publicly humiliated and seriously wounded Yu Xiaolie."

"They are the biological sons of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's sect master!"

"You showed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect absolutely no mercy. You've completely offended them to the death."

"The Upper Three Sects share common ties, and their foundations run unfathomably deep. There may be great trouble ahead."

Born into the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Yuehua naturally understood the terror of the Upper Three Sects.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect ranked below the Clear Sky Sect, its sect was filled with powerful experts.

Especially its sect master, Yu Yuanzhen, who possessed the world's strongest attack-type beast martial soul. He was a top-tier powerhouse whose might shook the continent.

Ronan was now all alone. How could she not worry when he had provoked such a colossal force?

Yet in the face of Tang Yuehua's deep concern, Ronan merely gave a disdainful snort.