Ye Chu continued cultivating peacefully, treating those kneeling in the courtyard as passersby, circling around them when returning from cultivation.
What surprised Ye Chu was that Ye Jingyun stood in the courtyard, grinning as she looked at this group of people. Her mature, voluptuous body leaned lazily against the eaves, possessing a somewhat languid allure, especially paired with those long, enticing legs. Very attractive.
Ye Chu’s gaze moved away from Ye Jingyun’s long legs, silently sighing in his heart, “Although this woman’s temper is poor, these legs are truly white, truly tender, truly sexy!”
Seeing Ye Chu’s gaze wandering over her legs again, Ye Jingyun grabbed a nearby brick and fiercely threw it at Ye Chu’s eyes, “Put away that shameless, lecherous gaze of yours!”
Ye Chu chuckled, dodging aside, but the brick did not miss its mark, striking a cultivator kneeling on the ground. Blood immediately flowed from his arm.
“Yang Hui!” Ye Chu ignored Ye Jingyun, instead shouting toward the room. Yang Hui ran out from the room, her figure graceful and poised, charming and alluring, elegantly walking to Ye Chu’s side.
Seeing Ye Jingyun about to pull Yang Hui again, Ye Chu first wrapped his arm around Yang Hui’s waist, glaring angrily at Ye Jingyun, “Have you nothing better to do? Yang Hui isn’t interested in women, why do you drag her around every day?”
After cursing Ye Jingyun, Ye Chu dragged Yang Hui into the room.
“Yang Hui! Is there anything to eat?” Having cultivated to this level, and also consuming Azure Origin Pills, Ye Chu’s need for food was minimal. But perhaps accustomed to the pleasures of taste, whenever conditions allowed, Ye Chu ate like a normal person.
“Ah…” Yang Hui stared blankly at Ye Chu. In the past, she had always arranged Ye Chu’s meals. But after coming here, Ye Chu often used his token to force disciples from various peaks to prepare all kinds of food. So having grown accustomed, how could she have prepared anything?
After spacing out for a moment, Yang Hui quickly said, “Young master, please wait a moment, I’ll go prepare now!”
Just as Yang Hui was about to leave, Ye Jingyun strode into the room, looking at Ye Chu holding Yang Hui, Yang Hui’s voluptuous bottom pressing against Ye Chu’s body. She thought to herself, this fellow certainly knows how to enjoy himself. Truly the wicked live a thousand years. This world really is unfair. The more wicked the scoundrel, the better his life seems to be.
“You’re really just going to let them keep kneeling?” Ye Jingyun suddenly asked Ye Chu.
“Who’s kneeling? Is there?” Ye Chu was extremely surprised, his face showing shock. He had Yang Hui pour him a cup of water, playing with the Fairy Hairpin in his hand. Ye Chu had indeed researched some things about the Fairy Hairpin, but just as Golden Doll had said, his contact with the Fairy Hairpin had an enormous effect on his Supreme Will. The Supreme Will became active, its growth rate doubling.
Ye Jingyun watched Ye Chu truly not caring at all, there enjoying himself and playing with Yang Hui’s hair with great interest. Ye Jingyun had to admit that every trade had its master. To be able to treat so many people kneeling as if they were nothing, truly decadent enough.
But Ye Chu quickly thought of something, suddenly saying, “You said there are people kneeling outside? Is there really such a thing? Let’s go take a look. One must treat others kindly!”
After speaking, Ye Chu stood up, pulling Yang Hui toward the courtyard.
The sudden change in attitude startled Ye Jingyun, but she quickly thought of something. Looking at the completely empty table, Ye Jingyun said disdainfully, “This fellow truly is shameless and knows how to enjoy himself.”
How could Ye Jingyun not understand? Ye Chu was willing to go out entirely because recently he had become picky about food. Without disciples to cook for him, he probably wasn’t used to it.
“Senior brother!” Seeing Ye Chu come out, the group led by Zhu Fengcheng prostrated on the ground, “Begging senior brother’s forgiveness, begging senior brother to take action to save the disciples of Qingmi Mountain’s various peaks.”
Ye Chu didn’t hear the latter few sentences, directly pointing at several disciples and saying, “You! You! You few, something like spicy chicken, just make some.”
The group of disciples looked at each other. Ye Chu saw they were still kneeling and kicked out, “What are you still kneeling for? Hurry up and go make it! If it’s not good… hmph…”
A cold snort, and the few quickly stood up, bowing to Ye Chu before hurrying off to prepare.
“Senior brother Ye Chu!” Zhu Fengcheng cried out miserably. How could he not understand at this moment that Ye Chu simply didn’t take them seriously at all? But he had the qualifications. Who could say anything?
Speaking of contempt and humiliation, what these disciples had done some time ago was no less. If not for Ye Chu holding the token, it probably would have been even worse.
Zhu Fengcheng could see now that this youth before him appeared lazy and indifferent, but deep down was an extremely vindictive person.
Ye Chu ignored Zhu Fengcheng, instead looking at Zhang Lan standing to the side. Zhang Lan was petite and delicate. At this moment, those bright eyes of hers no longer held their former arrogance, but rather a kind of reverence. She hung her head low, also having a somewhat pitiable appearance that made many disciples’ hearts flutter.
“You, come here!” Ye Chu pointed at Zhang Lan, crooking his finger.
Zhang Lan looked at the crowd, then glanced at Zhu Fengcheng, then bit her lip and walked toward Ye Chu.
Ye Chu used his finger to lift Zhang Lan’s tender white chin, his finger lightly sliding across her face. There was a warm, smooth sensation. Zhang Lan flushed red with embarrassment, but did not dare dodge.
Ye Chu sat on the chair Yang Hui had brought over, patting Yang Hui’s fingers that were massaging him, holding Zhang Lan’s chin, “You go!”
Yang Hui obediently walked to the side, giving up her position to Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan bit her lip and walked behind Ye Chu, gently kneading and rubbing Ye Chu’s shoulders, her movements soft.
Ye Chu leaned lazily against the chair, letting Zhang Lan knead and rub, only then turning his gaze to Zhu Fengcheng.
“All of you, get up!” Ye Chu said to Zhu Fengcheng’s group, “People who don’t know better might think I’m bullying others with my power!”
“…” Ye Jingyun spat lightly to the side, thinking, isn’t this exactly what you’re doing?
Looking at Zhang Lan behind him and Ye Chu’s unrestrained, decadent appearance, she suddenly found it amusing. She had previously thought Ye Chu had changed somewhat, but how could one’s nature change? Not a bit of the young master’s manner had been lost.
“Begging senior brother’s forgiveness!” Zhu Fengcheng and the group shouted.
“If you don’t want to get up, then keep kneeling.” Ye Chu shouted at Zhu Fengcheng and the others.
Zhu Fengcheng and the others abruptly stood up, looking at him as they muttered, “Senior brother, we…”
“Speak! What is it?” Ye Chu knew they had other matters. Although Qingmi Mountain had strict hierarchy, it shouldn’t have made them kneel for so long. For disciples outside, as long as they didn’t return to Qingmi Mountain, even if they offended Ye Chu, the sect wouldn’t concern itself at this moment.
Their coming to plead guilty this time, while having the meaning of seeking Ye Chu’s forgiveness, probably had more to do with other purposes. Otherwise, while others kneeling could be understood, Zhu Fengcheng had never insulted him.
“Begging senior brother to uphold justice!” Zhu Fengcheng bowed, shouting, “To win back dignity for us Qingmi Mountain disciples!”