Two Women at Home

"You want to be dogs? You think you're worthy?"

Ye Yuan lazily waved a hand, not even interested in sparing them another glance.

"Second Grandpa, Uncle Gui, close the net. It's the middle of the night, and these lumps of rotten flesh are an eyesore."

"Pass down the order: Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the unconscious Ning Fengzhi, Yu Xiaogang, Flender... pierce all their collarbones with Fine Steel Collar Chains, package them up, and throw them into the deepest Death Dungeon beneath the Pope's Palace. Guard them closely!"

"Yes!" Guimei immediately bowed to accept the order.

"As for this Bai Chenxiang..."

Ye Yuan glanced at the Speed Clan's young miss, who was glaring at him with venom-filled eyes, and said casually,

"Cripple her Soul Power and throw her into the dungeon. From now on, she'll be responsible for dumping the slop for those pieces of trash."

"Dream on! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off. Mm!"

Before Bai Chenxiang could finish, two Holy Emperor Warriors stepped forward and brutally dislocated her jaw, dragging her away like a dead dog.

After dealing with these remnants, Ye Yuan turned to look at Moxiong and Guibao, the two consecrated elders, a cold smile curling across his lips.

"Although Tang Xiao burned through his life force to flee with Tang Hao like stray dogs, a monk may run, but the temple remains. The only place they can return to is the Clear Sky Sect."

"Moxiong. Guibao."

"Your subordinates are here!"

"You two, take the Holy Emperor Warriors and immediately round up the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that just surrendered, along with the remaining spineless cowards from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Malice flickered in Ye Yuan's dark eyes.

"Have the people from those two sects lead the charge and block the Clear Sky Sect's gates! Tell those cowardly elders of the Clear Sky Sect that if they hand over Tang Xiao and Tang Hao's heads, their sect can at least be left with intact corpses. If they refuse, seal off the mountain gates and trap them on the mountain forever!"

Hearing Ye Yuan's vicious scheme of setting tigers against wolves, Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Brilliant! Xiao Yuan, this move of yours—making dogs bite dogs—strikes right at the Clear Sky Sect's weak point! I'd like to see whether those old stubborn fools will personally cut off their sect master's head when faced with the pressure of extermination!"

"After all that trouble through half the night, it's time for me to go back and rest."

Ye Yuan stretched lazily, then turned and walked out.

Late at night, Heaven Dou Sacred Hall, Holy Son's Bedchamber.

Fine Calming Incense burned in the room, completely washing away the scent of blood clinging to Ye Yuan's body.

On the large, soft, luxurious bed, a peerless beauty in a silver silk nightgown was quietly making the bed with her back to the door.

This woman possessed an elegant bearing. She was Tang Yuehua, the eldest princess of the Clear Sky Sect and the mistress of Moonlight Pavilion.

At the sound of the door opening, Tang Yuehua's hands abruptly stopped moving.

She quickly turned around, and her breathtakingly beautiful face immediately filled with tenderness and infatuation.

She crossed the soft carpet to Ye Yuan, then obediently knelt before him without a word, lifting her face like a docile ragdoll cat.

"Your Highness, you're back. I've warmed the bed for you, and the bathwater is ready as well. Let me help you undress."

Ye Yuan looked down at the woman kneeling so obediently at his feet and reached out to lift her fair, tender chin.

"Yuehua, do you know how things turned out at Blue Tyrant Academy tonight?"

Ye Yuan lazily smiled as he rubbed her soft cheek.

In truth, he was deliberately baiting her with these words. He wanted to test the former eldest princess of the Clear Sky Sect and see whether any of that laughable blood-bound affection remained in her heart.

"Your eldest brother Tang Xiao burned through everything he had just to escape with his life. Your second brother Tang Hao is still a half-dead cripple."

"As for your precious nephew Tang San... Nana severed his foot tendons and had a giant bat carry him back to the Capital of Slaughter as takeout, where it could slowly chew on him."

Ye Yuan spoke slowly, his gaze locked tightly onto Tang Yuehua's pupils. So long as her eyes revealed even the slightest trace of heartache, hesitation, or resentment, she would not be leaving the Holy Son's Bedchamber tonight.

Yet upon hearing this, not only did Tang Yuehua's gentle eyes fail to shed a single tear, they suddenly erupted with a blazing, almost morbid light of relief.

"His foot tendons were severed... and a monster carried him away?"

Tang Yuehua's breathing quickened, and her entire body trembled from excessive excitement.

She threw her arms around Ye Yuan's leg, her expression carrying a satisfaction so intense it made one's scalp tingle.

"Good... Good that he's crippled!"

"In my previous life, that selfish father and son not only dragged the sect down with them, but also caused you... caused you to die at the hands of that little beast Tang San! I hate that I was born useless. In my previous life, I couldn't protect you and could only watch helplessly as you fell into a pool of blood..."

"In this life, seeing that father and son suffering worse than death brings me nothing but satisfaction! This is what they owe you!"

Looking at the noble, beautiful woman before him, who could curse her own brothers and nephew without hesitation for his sake, the last traces of testing in Ye Yuan's eyes finally faded.

When women go mad, they really can be extreme.

Ye Yuan found it rather amusing.

"Enough. Let the old debts stay in the past."

Ye Yuan smiled casually and pulled Tang Yuehua up from the floor.

But before he could even reach the bed, another scorching-hot body wrapped itself around him like an octopus.

Liu Erlong, now wearing a translucent green nightgown, clung tightly to Ye Yuan from behind.

Her proud curves pressed tightly against his back, burning hot.

"Sister Yuehua is right. Why bring up those unlucky dead people in the middle of the night? It ruins the mood."

The tyrannical dean who had worn such a sour expression at Blue Tyrant Academy during the day now resembled a seductress bent on draining a man's essence.

She rose onto her tiptoes and breathed hot air into Ye Yuan's ear, her voice soft enough to melt into silk.

"That useless trash Yu Xiaogang is probably drinking spoiled slop in the Death Dungeon right now. Little Brother Yuan, tonight... how about Sister and Sister Yuehua serve you properly and help you rest?"

Before him stood a noble beauty as gentle as water, her eyes full of obsession. Behind him was the fiery passion of the Dragon Tyrant Sister.

Ye Yuan did not put on airs. He casually wrapped an arm around Liu Erlong's slender, soft waist, leaned back against the bed, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Fine. After all that trouble through half the night, I am rather tired."

A wicked smile curled across his lips.

"Then tonight, I'll see how the two of you perform."

Spirit City, the deepest Death Dungeon beneath the Pope's Palace.

"Drip... drip..."

Cold, damp underground droplets, mixed with the pungent stench of blood and mold, struck the rust-covered Fine Steel bars.

"Cough, cough... Water..."

Yu Xiaogang struggled to open his swollen eyelids, which had been reduced to narrow slits. The moment he tried to move, a heart-rending pain tore through his shoulder!