"Will Young Master Yang be all right? That woman seems like she's not to be trifled with." Ye Jinghan asked with a worried look on her face, still shaken as she recalled the scene in front of the City Lord's Manor.
"Since Brother Yang deliberately lured her away on his own, he must have a plan,"
Ying Fei said nothing, but a trace of concealed worry flickered across his cold, stern face.
Ye Jinghan and Du Xian were both only at the third level of the Dao Source Realm—they had no way of truly grasping just how terrifying that woman was. But as a Demon King in his own right, he could clearly sense the young girl's overwhelming power.
What she had shown in front of the City Lord's Manor was merely the tip of the iceberg. If she were to unleash her full strength, even Ying Fei wasn't sure he could defeat her.
That was why, even though Yang Kai had told them not to follow, Ying Fei had chased after them regardless—just in case something went wrong.
Following the aura Yang Kai had left behind, they hadn't gone in the wrong direction. Once they entered the mountain range, the traces of a fierce battle were visible everywhere along the path—mountain peaks split apart, trees toppled, and the stench of blood hung thick in the air. The ferocity of the battle was evident from every angle.
Ying Fei's brow furrowed involuntarily, and he silently prayed that nothing bad had happened to Yang Kai.
He sniffed the air, confirmed the direction, and then surged his demonic energy, wrapping it around Ye Jinghan and Du Xian as he shot forward.
Before long, Du Xian suddenly pointed ahead. "Over there!"
Although they were still dozens of li away, Du Xian had already spotted two figures on the ground below. He couldn't tell what was happening, but there was no sound of combat—instead, the two figures seemed to be locked together tightly, as if locked in a contest of strength.
Ying Fei's eyes narrowed and he flew straight toward them.
Dozens of li was nothing—arriving in the blink of an eye.
"Young Master!" Ying Fei called out, but the moment the words left his mouth, his jaw dropped open. He stared blankly at the ground ahead.
Ye Jinghan and Du Xian were equally frozen, their expressions gradually turning rather odd.
All along the way, they had seen the aftermath of a devastating battle. Though they hadn't witnessed it firsthand, they had already imagined how grueling the fight must have been, fully expecting Yang Kai to be in a dire situation. But the scene before them left them unable to process what they were seeing.
On the ground, Yang Kai and the young girl were locked in a tight embrace. Yang Kai was nearly bare from the waist up, pressing down on top of her, his hands roaming freely. And the girl—she was actually clinging back to him, her ten fingers raking bloody scratches across his back. The whole thing looked incredibly violent, yet soft murmurs drifted through the air—sounds that were impossible to tell apart as moans of pleasure or pain—leaving them parched just listening.
"This..." Ying Fei was speechless. The only thing he wanted to ask was, what in the hell was going on here!
"Don't look! Don't look!" Du Xian quickly reached out to cover Ye Jinghan's eyes—but he himself was watching with great interest, his gaze fixed intently.
Ye Jinghan's face flushed red with embarrassment. Annoyed, she slapped Du Xian's hand away and grabbed his ear, twisting his head to the other side.
Du Xian just chuckled sheepishly.
"Let's go!" Ying Fei was a Demon King, after all—he reacted immediately, murmuring to Du Xian and Ye Jinghan, then quickly reversed course and headed back the way they'd come.
Though he had no idea what was actually happening, one thing was clear: Yang Kai was in absolutely no danger. If anything, it seemed like he had conquered that disrespectful young girl. There was no way Ying Fei could stay and intrude on Yang Kai's... private affairs.
Unfortunately, the arrival of the three had already caught Yang Kai and
Zhu Qing, who had been lost in the eruption of her instincts and the suppression of her bloodline, suddenly regained a sliver of clarity. She clenched her teeth hard.
"Hisss—" Yang Kai sucked in a sharp breath. He felt as though that bite had nearly severed his tongue, and he hurriedly raised his head.
Zhu Qing pressed both hands against his chest, pushing him away and creating distance between them. She was gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed crimson, wearing the look of someone still reeling from aftershocks. Her voice was cold: "Enough!"
Yang Kai looked at her expression with amusement and smiled. "I don't think it's enough."
Zhu Qing growled in frustration, "Don't push your luck." Her eyes darted to the side, glaring at his large hands that were still kneading her chest. "Get your filthy hands off me!"
Yang Kai shrugged—and gave one last firm squeeze, making Zhu Qing's brows knit together—before he finally rolled off and rose to his feet.
Having been caught by Ying Fei and the others, he couldn't exactly continue fooling around. His skin wasn't that thick. Besides, after that whole episode, he felt that the ** inside him had dissipated quite a bit. He was still uncomfortable and pent-up, but with her looking so unwilling, he wasn't going to force the matter.
Freed from Yang Kai's control, Zhu Qing shot to her feet in an instant, putting a full thirty zhang between them before she glared at him, her beautiful eyes filled with a complicated mixture of emotions.
She had only sensed that Yang Kai had refined something forbidden, which was why she had gone after him. She never imagined she would end up suffering such a tremendous loss instead.
The lingering sensation of being so thoroughly groped still clung to her body, making her feel wretched all over.
"Your first time?" Yang Kai reached up and tore away his shredded clothes, producing a fresh set and dressing himself without even looking up.
He was puzzled. If Zhu Qing had cultivated a charm art and had even been willing to seduce him at the risk of being preyed upon herself, how could this have been her first time? But that tentative, inexperienced feel had been unmistakable.
Deep down, Yang Kai was beginning to suspect that Zhu Qing hadn't actually been practicing any charm art at all. Recalling how he had been unable to restrain himself just now, it seemed it wasn't some enchantment at work either—it had been pure, instinctive desire.
Had he really become that desperate for a woman? Surely not.
"What?" Zhu Qing froze for a moment, but quickly understood what he meant. The blush on her cheeks, which hadn't faded, was joined by an even deeper shade of pink. She snapped, "None of your damn business."
"Do I need to take responsibility?" Yang Kai gave her a mischievous wink, quietly circulating his Emperor Yuan to gradually calm his racing heart.