With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

"Sister Shiyu, since everything's alright, I'll head back now."

Ye Yaocheng glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, then stood up and said.

Wang Shiyu chuckled softly, her slender fingers gently tapping Ye Yaocheng's chest: "My dear brother, it's already dark, why are you going back?"

She took a half-step forward, her faint fragrance wafting over: "How about... we just stay at the hotel for the night?"

Her voice was soft, and her eyes held a subtle, alluring quality.

Ye Yaocheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that?" Wang Shiyu tilted her head. "Two rooms, and we're not sleeping together. Or, little brother, do you want to sleep together?"

Ye Yaocheng: "..."

Xiao Cui stood to the side, raising an eyebrow.

Why does she always feel that her young mistress is seducing this boy?

Don’t redeem it, don’t redeem it!

The lady has never been interested in men; that must be a misconception.

Definitely.

In the end, Ye Yaocheng was half-heartedly dragged to the hotel.

Two rooms, one for each person.

Silent all night.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

After washing up, Ye Yaocheng left the room.

The corridor was quiet, and Wang Shiyu's room door was tightly closed.

He didn't disturb them and went downstairs to leave.

The hotel is not far from the Ji family's residence, about ten kilometers away.

He thought about it for a moment, then decided not to take a taxi, but to jog back slowly, which would be a good opportunity to stretch his muscles.

The streets were quiet in the early morning, with only a few elderly people doing their morning exercises.

But as he ran, Ye Yaocheng's brows furrowed slightly.

Something is wrong!

There were quite a few strange people on the street today.

Several young men with buzz cuts, dressed in black casual clothes, walked in twos and threes along the roadside.

Their steps were steady, their aura restrained, and their temples slightly bulging—they were all martial artists.

Moreover, their strength is not weak; at the very least, they are at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining.

Ye Yaocheng slowed his pace and observed secretly.

These people seemed casual, but their eyes were wary, as if they were looking for something.

After running seven or eight kilometers, he stopped in front of a breakfast shop to buy something to eat.

"Excuse me, buddy."

A voice came from behind.

Ye Yaocheng turned around.

He was a young man in his thirties with a buzz cut, a well-proportioned and muscular build, wearing ordinary sportswear, but standing as straight as a pine tree.

Musha.

Seven levels of Qi Refining.

"Excuse me, which direction is the old town in?" the young man asked politely.

Ye Yaocheng glanced at him: "It's not far from here, just use navigation and you'll find it."

"That's how it is." The young man smiled. "I heard there's a noodle shop in the old town that's really good, so I came all this way just to have a bite."

"It's a pity that the store's location wasn't accurate, which is why I took the liberty of asking."

A noodle shop?

Jiang Wanyu's face flashed through Ye Yaocheng's mind.

In the old town, her noodle shop is probably the only one that tastes pretty good.

"Go east, cross two traffic lights, then turn right into the alley," Ye Yaocheng simply pointed out the way. "The shop is called 'Lao Jiang Ramen'."

"Thanks, bro!"

The young man's eyes lit up. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and offered it to the young man: "Want one?"

"I won't smoke." Ye Yaocheng waved his hand.

"Okay, thanks!"

The young man stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket and quickly left.

The movements were clean and efficient.

Ye Yaocheng watched his departing figure, lost in thought.

Musha.

Did you come all this way specifically to find a noodle shop?

"That's really interesting."

Ye Yaocheng bought two steamed buns and continued running towards the Ji family's house while eating them.

Those martial artists possessed a righteous aura, unlike evil cultivators, so he wasn't worried about Jiang Wanyu's situation.

but……

Lao Jiang Ramen is probably not that simple.

He remembered what Jiang Wanyu had said.

"My dad disappeared five years ago, saying he was going to complete some important mission..."

A five-year agreement.

Musha.

Noodle shop.

These clues connect like a slowly unfolding net.

It was past nine o'clock when I got home.

Ye Yaocheng was in no hurry and strolled leisurely into the villa area.

On the way, he took out his phone and glanced at it.

There is one unread message.

It was sent by Wang Shiyu an hour ago:

"Little brat, leaving so early? Looks like we'll have to sleep in the same room next time. Let's see where you run off to then!"

A playful emoji followed by it.

Ye Yaocheng's lips twitched as he looked at the message.

This woman...

She doesn't even try to hide her flirting.

An image inexplicably flashed into his mind: a hotel room, Wang Shiyu wearing a bathrobe, smiling at him...

"cough."

Ye Yaocheng shook his head, suppressing the chaotic thoughts.

When that day comes, playing some bedtime games doesn't seem like a bad thing, right?

He put away his phone and pushed open the door to the Ji family villa.

When I saw the scene inside, I was stunned.

Ji Zheng sat alone on the living room sofa, covering his face with his hands.

He looked up when he heard the door open.

When Ye Yaocheng saw his face clearly, he almost burst out laughing.

There were three faint red marks on each cheek.

It looks like a cat's scratch, very symmetrical.

"Dad, what's wrong...?"

Ye Yaocheng suppressed a laugh and asked.

When Ji Zheng saw that it was Ye Yaocheng, his face instantly fell.

"snort!"

He turned his head, his tone resentful: "It's all because of you, you brat!"

Ye Yaocheng raised an eyebrow.

"You've only been here a few days?" Ji Zheng covered her face. "Your mom heard I sent you to collect debts, and she hasn't spoken to me since!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke: "I slept in the study last night! This morning I wanted to go into the bedroom to get some clothes, and I was dragged out by your scratches!"

Ye Yaocheng couldn't help but smile.

It's obvious that Li Yuxiu found out he had taken on a debt collection mission and had a huge fight with Ji Zheng.

The marks on that face are probably from a "battle".

"You're still laughing!" Ji Zheng glared at him.

But her tone was no longer as sharp as before; instead, it carried a hint of... grievance?

"Oh, Yaocheng's back?"

Li Yuxiu came out of the kitchen, carrying a fruit platter.

Upon seeing Ye Yaocheng, her eyes lit up: "You must be exhausted these past few days! Sit down and rest!"

Ji Zheng's lips twitched, and he quietly got up, intending to slip back upstairs.

"Stand still!"

Li Yuxiu didn't even turn her head: "Your face doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

Ji Zheng stiffened and obediently sat back down on the sofa.

"My son-in-law is absolutely amazing!"

Li Yuxiu placed the fruit platter in front of Ye Yaocheng, her face full of pride:

"The Ji family has been unable to resolve its debts for so many years, and you've already taken care of the most troublesome Black Dragon Society in such a short time!"

She turned and glared at Ji Zheng:

"Some people were saying things like 'impossible' and 'dangerous,' but now they've been proven wrong, haven't they?"

Ji Zheng lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

Ye Yaocheng touched his nose:

"Just lucky."

"The main approach is to persuade people with reason."

"Persuade with reason?" Li Yuxiu laughed. "Alright, alright, whatever you say!"

She patted Ye Yaocheng on the shoulder:

"Go see Mingyue! Mom cooked for you today as a treat!"

"Mom, we're not short of money. We can just have the servants do these things," Ye Yaocheng said.

"snort!"

Li Yuxiu, hands on her hips, declared, "I'm not some delicate queen! Cooking and preparing meals are no problem at all!"

Ji Zheng, who was sitting on the sofa, shrank his neck and quickly slipped back to the study when no one was looking.

Ye Yaocheng smiled and shook his head, then turned and went upstairs.

He arrived at Ji Mingyue's door and knocked gently.

"Enter."

Push the door open and go inside.

In the room, Ji Mingyue was half-lying on the bed, reading a business magazine.

She wore a loose silk nightgown with the neckline slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and delicate collarbones. Her two long, slender, and fair legs were crossed, gleaming warmly in the morning light.

The hem of the bathrobe only reached mid-thigh, and then...

Ye Yaocheng looked away.

"You're back?"

Ji Mingyue put down the magazine and looked up at him.

Her face was rosy, and she looked much better than she had a few days ago.

Ye Yaocheng nodded secretly.

It seems that "system" is indeed powerful.

He had originally planned to take the time to treat her personally, but now it seems that it's no longer necessary.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Much better." Ji Mingyue looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "I heard... you collected the Black Dragon Society's debt?"

"Um."

"What do you want?"

"Persuade with reason."

Ji Mingyue stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "You really are an unfathomable person."

She paused, then said softly, "Thank you."

Ye Yaocheng was taken aback.

This woman... actually said thank you?

"You're welcome." He turned around. "You can rest now, I'm going downstairs."

"etc."

Ji Mingyue called out to him.

Ye Yaocheng turned around.

"Tonight..." she pursed her lips, "let's eat at home, Mom will cook."

Ye Yaocheng smiled as he looked at her unusually gentle expression:

"it is good."

The door closed gently.

In the room, Ji Mingyue leaned against the headboard, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

The system's voice sounded in my mind:

[Ding! Detected that the target person 'Ye Yaocheng' has increased in strength again. Current assessment: Mid-stage Martial King or above. Host, you've struck gold!]

Ji Mingyue remained silent.

She looked out the window, her fingers gently stroking the corner of the blanket.

Ye Yaocheng...

How many secrets do you still have?

Downstairs kitchen.

Li Yuxiu, wearing an apron, hummed a song as she chopped vegetables.

Ji Zheng quietly slipped in and whispered, "Wife, I was wrong..."

"What's wrong with it?"

"We shouldn't have let Yaocheng collect the debts."

"Anything else?"

"We shouldn't look down on him."

"Anything else?"

Ji Zheng thought for a moment, then tentatively said, "Should I... doubt your judgment?"

Li Yuxiu turned and glared at him: "Good that you know!"

She brandished the kitchen knife: "If you dare treat my son-in-law badly again, next time you won't just be scratching his face!"

Ji Zheng felt a chill run down his spine and quickly slipped away.

Li Yuxiu watched his retreating figure, feeling both annoyed and amused.

She turned to look out the window; Ye Yaocheng was making a phone call in the yard.

The sunlight fell on him; he stood tall and confident.

A relieved smile appeared on Li Yuxiu's lips.

This son-in-law...

She was increasingly satisfied with what she saw.