That burly man with an Origin Gathering Realm cultivation had just been slapped to death?
Chu Yanyu and her maid rubbed their eyes, scarcely able to believe what they had seen.
"Princess, this..."
The maid in green opened her mouth, but could not get a single word out.
Chu Yanyu abruptly turned toward the big golden-haired dog, shock and reverence in her eyes.
She was a martial artist too.
And she was not weak.
But there was still a considerable gap between her and that burly man in black.
In Chu Yanyu's eyes, the leader of the men in black had already been very powerful.
Yet he had still been killed in an instant.
This big yellow-haired dog was definitely a demon beast of terrifying strength!
"Xiaoqing, we're saved!"
Chu Yanyu excitedly grasped her maid's hand.
Xiaoqing had yet to recover from her shock. Only when Chu Yanyu called out to her did she snap out of it.
"Miss, that man was slapped to death?"
Xiaoqing spoke in a daze.
Chu Yanyu forcibly suppressed her excitement and bowed to Damao, cupping her fists.
"Senior... Dog?"
Damao yawned, looking as sleepy as ever.
"My master has always wandered the mortal world and dislikes being treated as a reclusive expert. When my master returns, you must treat him as an ordinary person. Understand?"
Princess Tianyao froze.
Master?
Such a powerful dog actually had a master?
Then what sort of existence would his master be?
He must be a reclusive expert living here in seclusion.
"Wonderful! To think I'd encounter such a fortuitous opportunity!"
Chu Yanyu spoke inwardly.
Then she nodded repeatedly.
"A true reclusive expert indeed, with such an eccentric temperament!"
Damao extended his tongue and curled it toward the burly black-clad man's corpse.
The entire corpse was sucked into Damao's mouth.
He swallowed it in a couple of gulps.
Not even a trace of blood remained on the ground.
It was as though nothing had happened.
Just then, a figure walked over from nearby.
Ye Qingyun!
He had returned.
He had intended to descend the mountain and see the world, but just as he reached its foot, another thought struck him: that lousy system had never taught him how to cultivate.
I'm a goddamn weakling through and through! If I run into any danger, won't I just die on the spot?
Forget it, forget it.
It's too dangerous down there. Staying on the mountain is safer.
And so, Ye Qingyun had slunk back.
"Hmm?"
Seeing two women standing outside his courtyard, Ye Qingyun instantly stiffened.
No way?
Was my luck that bad?
Someone had found my hideout?
Neither of these women looked like someone to mess with.
Ye Qingyun turned to leave.
But Chu Yanyu had already spotted him.
"Sen... young master, please wait!"
Chu Yanyu had been about to call him senior, but recalling Damao's warning, she hurriedly corrected herself.
Helpless, Ye Qingyun could only steel himself and walk over.
"Uh, may I ask what brings you two here?"
Ye Qingyun forced himself to stay calm and offered a smile.
Chu Yanyu could not sense the slightest trace of a martial artist's presence from Ye Qingyun, and her heart filled with awe.
"This man's cultivation is unfathomable. I can't sense even the slightest trace of his presence. How terrifying!"
Chu Yanyu had absolutely no idea.
The man before her, whom she considered unfathomable, was actually an ordinary person without the slightest cultivation.
"Young master, we were being pursued and fled here by chance. Please forgive our intrusion!"
Chu Yanyu spoke somewhat apologetically.
Being pursued? Ye Qingyun thought upon hearing this.
They won't come chasing all the way here, will they?
I don't want to die.
As though afraid Ye Qingyun would be displeased, Chu Yanyu hurriedly spoke again.
"Rest assured, young master. It's already been dealt with."
"Oh, that's good."
Ye Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.
Damao, by the courtyard gate, also gave a leisurely yawn.
"Have you always lived here, young master?"
Chu Yanyu asked curiously.
"Yes, I've lived here for ten years."
Ten years?
Chu Yanyu recalled the legends of Floating Cloud Mountain.
The summit of Floating Cloud Mountain was shrouded in black mist year-round. Some said it had been there for a hundred years, while others said it had appeared a thousand years ago.
In short, the black mist on Floating Cloud Mountain had existed for many, many years, so long that no one remembered clearly anymore.
Yet the man before her said he had lived here for ten years?
"Judging by this place, it's definitely been more than ten years. He's probably been living here for ages, without anyone knowing."
Chu Yanyu silently speculated.
"Come in and have a seat."
Ye Qingyun warmly invited the two women inside.
Over these ten years, Ye Qingyun had truly been lonely for far too long.
Now that he had encountered two living, breathing people, women at that, he naturally wanted to spend more time with them.
Chu Yanyu was delighted.
She had been hoping to take a look inside.
She could also use this opportunity to draw closer to this mysterious expert.
"Then pardon our intrusion."
"It's fine. I'm very hospitable."
Ye Qingyun led the two women into the house.
The moment Chu Yanyu and Xiaoqing entered, their eyes went wide.
The house was full of all sorts of things they had never seen before.
Over the past ten years, under the system's "threats and inducements," Ye Qingyun had made quite a few things.
Among them, Ye Qingyun took the greatest pride in his whole-home smart system.
Every piece of furniture and every furnishing in the house had been connected to this whole-home smart system.
And it could be controlled by voice.
It was extremely convenient.
Even in Ye Qingyun's original world, it would have been something others could only trail far behind.
Of course, the people of this world could not yet understand this so-called whole-home smart system.
"Classmate Xiao Er, turn on the fresh-air ventilation system."
Ye Qingyun called out casually.
Chu Yanyu and Xiaoqing both looked blank.
Classmate Xiao Er?
Fresh-air ventilation system?
What the heck?
They could not understand any of it.
"Yes, Master. The fresh-air ventilation system is now on."
Accompanied by a pleasant female voice, streams of fresh air poured out from all around the house.
Ye Qingyun was naturally accustomed to this.
But Chu Yanyu was instantly stunned.
"How can there be such astonishingly dense Spiritual Qi?"
As a martial artist, Chu Yanyu naturally had a very keen perception of Spiritual Qi.
The moment the fresh-air ventilation system turned on, billowing Spiritual Qi came pouring in from every direction.
Chu Yanyu was dumbfounded.
The Spiritual Qi here was more than a hundred times denser than that in her princely residence.
"There must be an incredibly powerful formation here, capable of overturning heaven and earth and gathering all the Spiritual Qi within a thousand li."
Horror filled Chu Yanyu's heart, and the way she looked at Ye Qingyun had completely changed.
He was definitely a senior expert whose cultivation reached the heavens.
Such an expert was living here in seclusion, and she had just happened to stumble upon him.
"This is my fortuitous opportunity!"
"If I can get this expert to help me, the mere Song Clan could be destroyed with a flick of his finger!"
Chu Yanyu could not help indulging in fantasies.
Feeling the dense Spiritual Qi constantly pouring in around her, Chu Yanyu's cheeks flushed, and even her delicate body began to tremble.
So dense, so dense.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm about to break through.
The next moment, a radiance burst from Chu Yanyu's body.
Her face was filled with bliss, and fragrant sweat drenched her.
She really had broken through.
Beside her, Ye Qingyun watched in bewilderment.
So this was a cultivator of this world?
Why did it look so strange?
"Thank you, young master. I've broken through to the next realm."
Chu Yanyu was a little embarrassed, her cheeks rosy.
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
What did that have to do with me?
How baffling.
"I'll make you some tea."
Ye Qingyun rose and soon brewed a pot of tea for Princess Tianyao and her maid.
As the tea poured into their cups, Princess Tianyao and Xiaoqing both picked them up.
"Hmm? This tea..."
Chu Yanyu's expression changed again.