Ya Fei, the Maid, Goes Online (Please Vote!)

"Why is the young master still awake so late? Does he wish to have a heart-to-heart talk with Ya Fei?"

Ya Fei brushed aside the hair before her forehead, her red lips parting slightly like a ripe peach.

However, how could Ya Fei's little thoughts escape Lei Luo's eyes?

Though she appeared calm, her heart was actually in complete turmoil.

Otherwise, her delicate hands hanging at her sides would not have been trembling faintly.

Lifting Ya Fei's exquisite chin, Lei Luo leaned close and breathed into her ear. "I do. Do you dare?"

After saying that, Lei Luo sat down in the chair and looked at Ya Fei's blushing face with an amused half-smile.

Realizing that she was being teased by a boy several years younger than herself, humiliation and indignation filled her heart.

Rubbing her itchy earlobe, Ya Fei moved behind Lei Luo.

Her delicate fingers kneaded gently as she began massaging his temples.

She bent down, pressing close to the back of Lei Luo's head as she softly said, "Young Master, you seem rather different!"

Ya Fei's massage made him feel quite comfortable, and he could not help letting out a soft hum. "How am I different?"

"Your gaze when you look at Ya Fei, of course. And... your strength."

"When the young master first saw me, that look in your eyes was practically ready to devour me whole!"

"Besides, though Ya Fei's talent is limited and her strength is weak, I can still tell that the damage in this room could not have been caused by a Dou Practitioner..."

Hearing that, Lei Luo turned to look at Ya Fei. Their noses nearly touched.

For a moment, the air turned tender and intimate.

"Being curious about a man is not a good sign."

An enchanting smile curled across Ya Fei's lips as she inconspicuously leaned back.

Standing behind him, she continued massaging him and smiled. "Young Master, you are still only a young man!"

Seeing how alert Ya Fei was, Lei Luo could not help shaking his head with a laugh.

"From now on, the Mittel Auction House in Wutan City is not allowed to provide the Xiao Household with even the slightest assistance."

"Not even a single coin."

"Alright..." As she spoke, Ya Fei's expression suddenly froze.

Her face stiffened as she cautiously asked, somewhat troubled, "Young Master, why is that?"

"The Xiao Household is, after all, suspected of having a Fourth-Rank Alchemist behind them. For the auction house..."

Before Ya Fei could finish, Lei Luo interrupted her.

He tapped the armrest of his chair and said coldly, "What if I told you that Xiao Yan of the Xiao Household is my enemy?"

Ya Fei was extremely intelligent and quickly understood what he meant.

"You mean just now..."

Lei Luo gently placed his index finger against Ya Fei's red lips and gave a slight shake of his head.

"Phew..."

Ya Fei's beautiful eyes widened as all sorts of possibilities began filling her mind.

The thought that she might have supported an enemy of the clan sent a chill through Ya Fei's heart.

Fine sweat began to cover Ya Fei's smooth forehead.

"Young Master, Ya Fei admits her mistake."

Lei Luo patted her delicate hand and comforted her. "It is nothing. This is not your fault. Just make a clean break with the Xiao Household from now on."

At those words, a trace of gratitude appeared in the lovely girl's eyes, and she became even more attentive with her massage.

"Do you want to return to the Imperial Capital?"

With his eyes closed, Lei Luo suddenly asked.

Yet Ya Fei was not as happy as he had expected. Instead, she fell silent, and even her hands stopped moving.

"Young Master, how many girls in the Imperial Capital have you used that line on? Making promises so casually is not a good habit."

Ya Fei teased Lei Luo.

Lei Luo slightly opened his eyes and enjoyed Ya Fei's gentle massage.

"This young master has always been a decent man. Besides, if there really were any, do you think I would need to make promises to them?"

Suddenly, Ya Fei wrapped her arms around Lei Luo's neck and whispered into his ear.

"Though Ya Fei would love to live off a man, I still want to return by relying on my own abilities!"

With her graceful body pressed tightly against him, Lei Luo felt heat rise in his lower abdomen. He hurriedly took a deep breath and suppressed it.

He took out a token and handed it to Ya Fei. "I am still lacking a maid. I wonder if you are interested?"

Looking at the token in her hand, a flicker of surprise crossed Ya Fei's eyes. She pursed her lips in a smile. "Then Ya Fei shall respectfully accept..."

"So, Young Master, do you need someone to warm your bed tonight?"

After saying that, Ya Fei actually began giggling charmingly, the lovely curves beneath her neck trembling enticingly.

If Lei Luo had not known this girl's temperament, he would already have turned into a hungry wolf.

After sending away the little seductress, he began examining the rewards he had received from signing in earlier.

With a light shake of his hand, two cards appeared in his palm.

Third-Rank Alchemist Realm Card, One-Star Dou Emperor Realm Experience Card!

One was a permanent item, while the other was temporary.

Picking up the Realm Experience Card, Lei Luo could not help feeling his sense of security greatly increase.

Though its effect lasted only one hour, it was undoubtedly the most useful item for Lei Luo at present.

After all, in this era where Dou Emperors rarely showed themselves, this Experience Card was already enough to let Lei Luo accomplish many of his plans.

After putting away the card, he turned his gaze to the Alchemist Realm Card.

Closing his five fingers, he crushed the card, which transformed into a mass of white light and flowed into his mind.

This time, it was not as painful as when he had first obtained a cultivation technique. On the contrary, a cool aura was nourishing his soul.

Soon, he completely absorbed the vast and profound information.

At this point, Lei Luo could not truly be considered a Third-Rank Alchemist yet.

Though he now possessed all kinds of alchemy knowledge, even several years' worth of pill-refining experience, it ultimately did not count without practice.

As long as he gained enough practical experience, Lei Luo would truly become a respected Third-Rank Alchemist!

Xiao Household.

In the pitch-black night, a figure landed in a courtyard.

Pushing open the door, the figure removed his black robe, revealing a somewhat youthful face.

This person was naturally Xiao Yan, who had broken into the Mittel Auction House earlier that night.

"Damn it, I never expected the Mittel Auction House to be hiding so many experts in secret. I failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice instead," Xiao Yan cursed.

Then, an elderly man with an illusory body appeared out of thin air and said with a bitter smile:

"Calm down. This Heavenly Flame was an unexpected windfall to begin with. Even if we cannot obtain it, there is no need to dwell on it too much. Focusing on cultivation during this period is what matters."

However, Xiao Yan still seemed somewhat unwilling to accept it.

A shadowy gleam surfaced in his eyes. "Teacher, are we really giving up on this Heavenly Flame just like that?"

Seeing Xiao Yan's obsessive state, Yao Chen frowned and scolded him:

"Xiao Yan, calm down! You have waited for so many years. Why can't you endure this little setback?"

"Besides, you and I, master and disciple, were not discreet enough this time. If we cannot obtain it, then it is simply fate!"

"And that little fellow is far from simple!"

After Yao Chen's scolding, Xiao Yan finally slowly adjusted his mindset.

Thinking of what had happened at the Mittel Auction House, Xiao Yan could not help feeling somewhat envious.

"That person's talent is truly terrifying. He is clearly the same age as me, yet he possesses the frightening cultivation of a Seven-Star Dou Master. It really makes one jealous!"

Seeing Xiao Yan's expression, Yao Chen began giving him another grand promise.

"A Dou Master is nothing. As long as you cultivate diligently under your master, forget Dou Masters—even the Dou Emperor you once always looked up to will no longer be an empty dream!"

Licking his dry lips, Xiao Yan began cultivating, as though nothing had happened that night...