Beauty in His Arms, a Heavenly Life

Splat!

Ghost Fox, once a renowned control-system Rank-9 Soul Engineer and a ninety-third-ranked Titled Douluo, died in such a stifled, miserable manner.

And even in death, he could not rest in peace. The only two Soul Bones on his body were forcibly dug out by Xia Yu.

"As expected of a famous old senior. He really did have some skill."

After cleaning the mottled bloodstains off the Soul Bones and stripping the storage soul tool from Ghost Fox's arm, Xia Yu tossed his corpse into the ruins like garbage.

After finishing all this, Xia Yu did not linger. He left without looking back.

As for why he had not destroyed the body and erased all traces.

First, there was no need. Xia Yu had never intended to hide anything.

Second, leaving behind Ghost Fox's ruined corpse and the hellish scene in the rubble would serve as a warning to certain creatures lurking in the gutters.

Anyone who wanted to set their sights on him would have to pay a price.

If they could not bear that price, they had better weigh themselves carefully first. Otherwise, they should not provoke him.

"Hmm, the city's under lockdown. They reacted pretty quickly!"

As Xia Yu walked back to the residence, he keenly noticed that the atmosphere throughout Radiant City had grown tense.

Groups of guards and patrolling Soul Engineer squads could be seen on the streets from time to time.

There was no need to guess that it was all caused by that sudden attack.

Even a Rank-9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell had been used. Although it had exploded on a remote street and caused few casualties,

anything involving such a terrifying weapon as a Rank-9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell could not possibly be a small matter.

Perhaps, at this very moment, every faction in Radiant City had been alerted and was secretly moving to gather information.

It was foreseeable that Radiant City would become exceptionally lively in the days ahead.

And such turmoil was undoubtedly another excellent opportunity to fish in troubled waters. Who knew which factions and people would get dragged down by this incident and decline as a result?

Or which factions would seize this perfect opportunity and soar to new heights?

In short, the world was unpredictable. People rose and fell, the cycle never ceased—nothing more than that.

"Whew, that's settled. I'll have to trouble Teacher to handle the rest."

After returning to the residence, Xia Yu briefly organized the sequence of events, wrote it into a letter, and had someone deliver it to his teacher, Kong Deming.

Having a teacher with immense influence was truly convenient. Sheltering him from storms was no trouble at all.

Take today's attack, for example. Though Xia Yu was the victim, since a Rank-9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell was involved, questioning was inevitable.

But with Teacher Kong Deming backing him, the situation was different.

He would still receive some attention, but questioning—or even interrogation—would certainly not happen.

Of course, Xia Yu had not informed Kong Deming merely to avoid an interrogation that had yet to come.

He had his own little plans as well, such as using Kong Deming's network of connections to investigate the so-called mastermind behind it all.

After all, Kong Deming had operated in the Sun Moon Empire for so many years. His network was deeply rooted and spread throughout the entire empire.

Xia Yu refused to believe that, with Kong Deming's help, that damned mastermind could still remain hidden.

"Forget it. I should sleep and restore my energy first. There's still a big battle waiting tonight."

With nothing else to do afterward, Xia Yu went to catch up on sleep.

Since he had said he would teach Meng Hongchen a lesson that night, he could not be careless. He had to bring himself to peak condition.

Time passed, and night arrived in the blink of an eye.

Having adjusted himself to his best state, Xia Yu sat grandly on the sofa in the main hall, waiting for Meng Hongchen to walk into his trap.

Yet things did not go as he wished. He waited and waited, but Meng Hongchen never returned.

"Could this little girl know she caused trouble and was going to suffer tonight, so she decided not to come back?"

When Meng Hongchen still had not returned by midnight, a thought could not help flashing through Xia Yu's mind: she was avoiding him.

Xia Yu felt quite helpless about it. He was completely prepared, yet the person he intended to teach a lesson had simply failed to show up. What kind of nonsense was this?

"Should I go bring Meng Hongchen back?"

Just as Xia Yu was considering whether to fetch Meng Hongchen himself, a series of crisp footsteps sounded outside the hall.

Then Meng Hongchen's weary figure appeared within his sight.

Though team training had left her physically and mentally exhausted, making her seem listless, her features were still as picturesque as ever, and her clear, graceful aura made it hard to look away.

"Brother Yu, why are you still awake? Were you waiting for me?"

Meng Hongchen spoke weakly, then crossed the distance in a few quick steps and sat beside Xia Yu, leaning against him.

"What's wrong? Are you that tired?"

Xia Yu was somewhat puzzled. He did not understand why ordinary team training had left Meng Hongchen looking as though she were about to collapse from exhaustion.

"Do you want me to help you relax?"

Xia Yu reached out and gently pulled Meng Hongchen into his arms.

"Yes. Brother Yu, you have no idea. I'm exhausted and sleepy. It's all Xiao Hongchen's fault..."

Meng Hongchen immediately agreed, then began complaining to Xia Yu.

In truth, the trigger for it was related to Xia Yu.

Perhaps Xia Yu's Self-Martial-Soul Fusion Technique had stimulated him, but Xiao Hongchen had trained that afternoon as if pumped full of adrenaline, fully embracing the principle of training until one was dead.

That made things miserable for Meng Hongchen, his partner, who had no choice but to increase the intensity of her own training as well.

An entire afternoon and half the night of extremely intense training had completely drained Meng Hongchen's physical strength and mental energy.

By now, she was so tired that she did not even want to move a finger.

"Yawn... Brother Yu, carry me to take a shower. I feel all sticky and smelly right now. It's so uncomfortable."

After curling up in Xia Yu's arms for a long while, Meng Hongchen gave a soft yawn, overcome with sleepiness.

She wanted to sleep, but she had not bathed yet, and the discomfort kept her awake.

Besides, she did not want to move.

So she shamelessly began troubling Xia Yu, her husband.

"Alright, I'll go draw the bath for you now." Xia Yu gently agreed to Meng Hongchen's request.

"Thank you, Brother Yu. Love you~" Meng Hongchen puckered her cherry lips and kissed Xia Yu on the cheek.

Perhaps she truly was exhausted. After that, Meng Hongchen did not move at all, leaving every step entirely to Xia Yu.

Even when Xia Yu placed her on the bed after her bath and prepared to put her nightgown on, guess what? The moment he turned away, she had fallen asleep instantly.

"Well, that instant-sleep speed is really something."

Looking at Meng Hongchen, who was letting out faint little snores, Xia Yu did not know what to say.

Helplessly, he could only carefully dress her in her nightgown, afraid of waking her.

"Sigh, I originally wanted to teach you a lesson, little girl, but seeing you like this, I'll let you off tonight."

Lying in bed and looking at Meng Hongchen's peaceful sleeping face, Xia Yu could only abandon his plans for the night.

"Mmm, hug me~"

Whether she sensed Xia Yu's presence or for some other reason, Meng Hongchen seemed to have an automatic navigation system installed. With a wriggle, she burrowed into Xia Yu's arms.

"Little seductress!"

Looking at his soft, fragrant little wife in his arms and breathing in her unique sweet, refreshing scent, all of Xia Yu's dissatisfaction instantly vanished.

With a beauty in his arms, this heavenly life really was not bad. He liked it very much.