Late at Night, Pavilion Master, We Should Rest

"What trouble could there be?"

Ronan led Tang Yuehua to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and took an unhurried sip.

"To me, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect is nothing more than a bunch of arrogant clowns."

"I'm not afraid of their retaliation at all."

"Forget that useless Yu Xiaolie. Even if that old bastard Yu Yuanzhen came personally, I wouldn't take him seriously!"

Ronan's words were by no means empty bravado.

He was a level ninety Quasi-Titled Douluo, with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, and a terrifying physique tempered by top-grade Whale Rubber.

On top of that, the Golden Sacred Dragon possessed absolute bloodline suppression over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Against the level ninety-five Yu Yuanzhen, Ronan was not joking when he said that Yu Yuanzhen—

Would be easy to handle!

But Tang Yuehua did not know Ronan's true trump cards.

Hearing such arrogant words from him, she could not help rolling her eyes in a captivating manner.

She irritably extended a slender finger and lightly poked Ronan's forehead.

"Keep bragging!"

Tang Yuehua pouted.

"I know you're exceptionally gifted, and your martial soul mutated into the powerful Golden Sacred Dragon. Few can match you at the same level."

"But Yu Yuanzhen is a level ninety-five Super Douluo who has been famous for years!"

"How long has it even been since you became a Soul Douluo? You're just a newly advanced Soul Douluo, yet you dare look down on a level ninety-five Super Douluo? You really don't know your own limits!"

In Tang Yuehua's understanding, Ronan was strong, but how long had he been a Soul Douluo?

Yu Yuanzhen was known as the Thunder Douluo and had been famous for who knew how many years!

Seeing Tang Yuehua's adorable appearance, Ronan was not angry in the slightest. Instead, he found it rather amusing.

He set down his teacup and suddenly leaned close to Tang Yuehua, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"What? You don't believe in your man's strength?"

Ronan lowered his voice, a trace of temptation in his tone.

"How about we make a bet?"

"A bet? What are we betting on?"

Tang Yuehua cautiously leaned back.

She had not forgotten how she had slowly fallen into Ronan's trap back then, ultimately losing both her body and her heart to him.

"I'm certain that before long, that old bastard Yu Yuanzhen will come knocking personally to restore his sect's honor."

Ronan spoke with confidence.

"We'll bet that if I can easily handle Yu Yuanzhen then, pinning him beneath my feet, you'll have to agree to one condition."

"What condition?"

Tang Yuehua asked instinctively.

Ronan's gaze openly traveled over Tang Yuehua's graceful curves, the wicked smile at his lips deepening.

"If I win, from now on, you'll have to completely put aside that lofty air of the Moonlight Pavilion's master and let me have my way with you."

"Whatever posture I tell you to cultivate in, you'll cultivate in that posture. No resistance whatsoever. How about it?"

Hearing Ronan's condition, Tang Yuehua's pretty face instantly flushed crimson, as enticing as a ripe red apple.

She glared at Ronan in embarrassment and anger, then rolled her eyes fiercely.

"Pah! A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory! Who would make such a vulgar bet with you?"

Tang Yuehua refused without hesitation.

She knew Ronan too well. If this man dared propose such a wager, it meant he was absolutely certain of victory.

If she agreed, wouldn't he torment her to death afterward?

"You really won't bet? This is your best chance to turn things around," Ronan continued tempting her.

"I won't! Absolutely not!"

Tang Yuehua shook her head like a rattle drum, refusing to fall for it no matter what.

Seeing how resolute Tang Yuehua was, Ronan could only let it go.

Still, seeing Ronan so confident and composed, much of Tang Yuehua's worry dissipated as well.

Since he was not afraid, what was there for her to worry about?

"Enough. Let's not talk about such disappointing things."

Ronan scooped Tang Yuehua up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.

"It's late, Pavilion Master. We should rest."

"Ah! Put me down, I can walk by myself..."

Tang Yuehua cried out and struggled symbolically twice before going limp in Ronan's embrace.

As a master of two-point defense, Tang Yuehua could not withstand the bombardment of Ronan's long spear.

Ronan became a chef once more and treated Tang Yuehua to specially prepared coconut milk.

Tang Yuehua was unwilling to be outdone. Holding Ronan's head, lip to lip, she fed him water.

There was a little too much water in that cup, and Ronan accidentally choked on several mouthfuls.

After Tang Yuehua fell asleep, Ronan silently rose from the bed and gently tucked the blanket around her.

He dressed neatly. Although the mission to assassinate that general had already been completed, his plans for the night were not yet over.

With a thought, the Dark Demon Dragon martial soul's concealment talent activated instantly.

A faint black glow completely enveloped his body.

Even his aura, heartbeat, and body temperature perfectly merged into the boundless night.

The next moment, Ronan's figure melted into the shadows like Ghost, silently leaving the small courtyard.

He sped toward another heavily guarded cluster of massive buildings within Heaven Dou City.

That place was Prince Xue Xing's residence.

Inside the Prince's Mansion, guards stood every few steps, sentries every few more. Patrolling Royal Knights held halberds as they vigilantly watched their surroundings.

Yet this defense, which appeared impenetrable to ordinary people, was as good as nonexistent before Ronan.

Like a bodiless specter, he effortlessly passed through layer upon layer of blockades and arrived directly at a hidden study deep within the Prince's Mansion.

The study was brightly lit.

Prince Xue Xing sat behind a broad desk, his brows tightly furrowed as he reviewed several secret documents.

Though it was already late at night, he had no intention of sleeping, because he was waiting for news.

"Whoosh—"

An extremely faint night breeze swept through the room, causing the flames of several bright Soul Guidance Lamps to flicker slightly.

Prince Xue Xing seemed to sense something and abruptly raised his head.

In the shadows at the center of the study, a tall, upright figure had appeared at some unknown time.

Ronan stood with his arms folded, looking at him with a faint smile.

"You... when did you come in?"

Prince Xue Xing was startled.

Although he knew Ronan's strength was unfathomable and that Ronan possessed an almost ghostly concealment ability.

Every time he saw it, however, it still gave him a fright.

"Just now." Ronan walked to the guest seat beside the desk, sat down without ceremony, and casually poured himself a cup of tea that had long gone cold.

Prince Xue Xing took a deep breath and calmed his wildly pounding heart.

Lowering his voice, he asked, "The matter... is finished?"

Ronan lifted the teacup and took a sip, then nodded faintly. "Cleanly. No traces left behind."

"By tomorrow morning, news will spread through Heaven Dou City that the general died suddenly after suffering cultivation backlash from an accident during training."