Ye Chu was naturally kicked awake by Ye Jingyun again. He had long grown accustomed to it. Looking at Ye Jingyun feigning innocence, he said, “Wait until I figure out how to use the fairy hairpin!”
“I will be waiting for you!” Ye Jingyun giggled, her long legs crossed in a sexy and alluring manner. A patch of fair skin on her chest was exposed to Ye Chu eyes, which caused a certain part of him to become even more erect.
Ye Chu turned around somewhat awkwardly, unable to help but think of the dream he had just had. In it, he had propped up Ye Jingyun legs, standing at the edge of the bed and thrusting vigorously. Although it was only a dream, it still made Ye Chu heart pound. If Ye Jingyun knew about it, she might truly cut that part of him off.
Seeing Ye Jingyun deliberately strike a captivating pose, Ye Chu avoided her teasing gaze with flickering eyes. Feigning calmness, he muttered under his breath, “You are crazy!”
Watching Ye Chu quickly dress and rush out of the room, the smile on Ye Jingyun face suddenly flushed red. That bastard had actually held both her legs while asleep, his body constantly twisting, pressing right against her most sensitive area. If she had not been wearing her undergarments, he might have truly pushed his way inside.
Ye Jingyun face felt somewhat hot. She reached out and gently touched her undergarments, only to discover a damp patch there. This made Ye Jingyun feel unbearably shy. She probably had not expected herself to react like that either.
Ye Jingyun had always believed she would never be moved by any man. Her sole focus was on controlling the family and leading it back to the glory of their ancestors. Yet she never expected Ye Chu to reduce her to such a state!
Ye Jingyun shook her head vigorously, dismissing it as a mere natural physiological reaction.
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There was a fine spot within the Qingmi Mountain branch grounds. It was a high platform built from warm jade. Cultivating upon it could balance yin and yang, which was highly beneficial for stabilising one cultivation realm.
Naturally, Ye Chu would not give up such a good place. Every day, after being kicked out of bed by Ye Jingyun, he would come here to sit in meditation and cultivate for a while.
He had reached the fifth level of the Mystic Life Realm and had truly comprehended the profound meaning of seizure from the supreme intent. Ye Chu contemplated it earnestly, gradually delving deeper into it. The more he understood, the more unfathomable and infinitely powerful it seemed.
Such profound truths were extraordinary. Some people spent their entire lives without fully grasping them, as they represented the purest Dao, evolved to its absolute limit.
Ye Chu cultivated daily, his progress astonishingly swift. Yet his entire demeanour grew increasingly plain and unremarkable, showing nothing unusual to outsiders. Especially combined with his habitual laziness and uninhibited manner, he simply appeared to be a prodigal, which made the disciples from the various peaks of Qingmi Mountain despise him even more.
The high platform made of warm jade was a marvellous place for cultivation, and the disciples from various peaks were unwilling to let Ye Chu occupy it. However, each time Ye Chu would simply toss out his token, then sit there as steady as Mount Tai, completely ignoring the clamour from outside.
Although the disciples harboured immense resentment, upon seeing that token, they could only grit their teeth and endure it. In their hearts, they cursed Ye Chu thoroughly, thinking he was merely a good-for-nothing who relied on the token authority.
Naturally, Ye Chu did not care about their disdain at all. He had walked through countless infamies. Why would he fear the contempt of a bunch of irrelevant people?
Another morning passed. Ye Chu felt his cultivation realm was stable, and his conceptual state was surging and full. He stood up, stretched lazily, and his gaze inevitably fell upon the person beside him.
Beside him sat a woman of delicate beauty, with a graceful figure. Her cherry like lips glistened enticingly, her nose was petite, and she had charming contours beneath her eyes. She was a petite, charming woman.
Ye Chu was not unfamiliar with this woman, although they had never exchanged a single word. Yet every time Ye Chu came to cultivate, she would also be here practising. Even when Ye Chu tossed out his token, it did not scare her away. She would simply sit quietly on the other side, cultivating in peace.
The woman strength was actually not bad. Judging by the aura that occasionally flared from her, she was roughly at the seventh level of the Mystic Life Realm.
“What are you staring at?” Hong Lan had just finished cultivating. Seeing Ye Chu staring at her, especially as his gaze drifted from her chest to her thighs, a look of disgust appeared in her eyes.
Ye Chu shrugged, did not answer Hong Lan, picked up the token he had thrown on the ground, and walked downwards with lazy steps.
“Stop!” Zhang Lan was furious. In this place, very few people had ever treated her like this. After just looking at her with lewd eyes, he now had the audacity to turn around and walk away shamelessly. Did he really think this place belonged to him?
“What is it?” Ye Chu turned around, leaning against the stone platform. A slight curve played on his lips, his smile carrying a touch of unrestrained arrogance.
Yet this posture only made Zhang Lan more disdainful. She looked at Ye Chu and snorted, “Do not think you can do as you please just because you are a disciple of Qingmi Mountain. In this region of Weiyang Province, only the capable have the right to show off.”
Ye Chu smiled, staring at Zhang Lan. Watching this woman glare coldly at him, her long eyelashes trembling, Ye Chu found it amusing and could not help but tease, “Then in your eyes, what exactly counts as being capable?”
Zhang Lan glanced at Ye Chu, stepped down from the high platform, and walked right up to him. Her bright eyes stared straight at him. “Whatever it is, it is certainly not you!”
Ye Chu shrugged indifferently. “Then who is it?”
“If you had half of Brother Zhu skill, the disciples from all the peaks would willingly submit to you,” Zhang Lan snorted, staring at Ye Chu as she spoke.
“Is this Brother Zhu someone you have a crush on?”
When Zhang Lan mentioned Brother Zhu, her face flushed slightly, her skin turning rosy with a hint of allure. Ye Chu found watching her rather enjoyable.
“None of your business!” As if her hidden thoughts had been exposed, Zhang Lan glared at Ye Chu with annoyance, her eyes wide open.
“If you like him, maybe I can help you win him over,” Ye Chu found this woman amusing and could not resist teasing.
“How do I win him over?” Zhang Lan asked urgently, but immediately blushed after speaking, glaring at Ye Chu. “You are shameless!”
“Romance between men and women is perfectly normal! There is no need to be shy. For instance, if you were to pounce on me right now and take me by force, I would not find it surprising at all,” Ye Chu said with a smile as he looked at Zhang Lan. “Considering you have been cultivating alongside me these past few days, I will tell you a method.”
“Only a ghost would want to be with you!” Zhang Lan found Ye Chu even more disgusting. Compared to her Brother Zhu, he was simply cow dung.
Ye Chu paid no mind to Zhang Lan furious glare. He smiled and said, “There is a saying: once the rice is cooked, it stays cooked. If you truly fancy him, just knock him out, and then will he not be at your mercy?”
“You… you…” Zhang Lan flushed crimson, pointing at Ye Chu and stammering for a long time, too angry to speak.
Ye Chu shifted his gaze away from Zhang Lan ample chest, thinking that although she was petite, she was certainly well endowed.
“Alright! I told you the method, so do not thank me. Hmm, when you two have children, just remember to invite me for a celebratory drink,” Ye Chu said with a smile towards Zhang Lan. He waved his hand, turned around, and walked off on his own, leaving Zhang Lan fuming with rage.