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

"Esteemed benefactors, you have seen enough. This humble monk will take his leave now."

Huijiang clasped her hands together, her face still bearing that kind smile.

He turned and left after saying that.

Ye Yaocheng was stunned for a moment.

"etc."

He called out to the monk, somewhat puzzled: "Master, you brought us here specifically, telling us so many secrets, just to...show us around?"

Huijiang turned around, nodded, and said, "Not bad."

He smiled slightly, revealing a profound and unfathomable expression: "As I have said, I am destined to meet Benefactor Ye. This time, I will guide you to understand the cause and effect of this place."

Ye Yaocheng's lips twitched.

damn it.

After all that talk about sealing the demon and a cycle of sixty years, it turns out you're just here to be a free tour guide?

This monk must be bored out of his mind.

"See you again someday, my love."

Huijiang bowed again, turned and stepped into the sandstorm, his monk's robes fluttering in the wind.

The next second, his figure seemed to blend into the vast expanse of yellow sand, disappearing without a trace.

It was as if they had never been here.

The construction site was completely empty, leaving only Ye Yaocheng and Ji Mingyue.

The wind whipped up sand that stung my face.

Ye Yaocheng turned to stare at Ji Mingyue, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "Now that no one's around, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Ji Mingyue turned her face away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her tone and posture were just like a sulking young wife.

Ye Yaocheng grinned and approached step by step, "My dear wife, why are you doing this?"

He lowered his voice, a hint of amusement in it: "It's just the two of us here now. If I really wanted to teach you a lesson, do you think you could escape?"

Ji Mingyue's expression changed slightly.

She knew Ye Yaocheng's strength; if he really made a move, she wouldn't even have a chance to resist.

She instinctively stepped back, but suddenly tripped over a stone.

"what!"

She gasped and fell backward.

Just then, a large hand caught her slender waist, warm and strong.

Ye Yaocheng supported her, but his gaze couldn't be taken away.

Ji Mingyue leaned back in this posture, her waist was supported, and the curves of her chest were fully taut, outlining a breathtaking arc.

And the tactile sensation from my hands.

It's delicate and soft; you can feel its warmth even through the fabric.

Ye Yaocheng's heart skipped a beat.

"Feed".

Ji Mingyue's voice was as cold as ice: "Have you hugged enough? Let go!"

However, the blush on her face betrayed her.

Ye Yaocheng chuckled to himself, thinking that his wife was quite proud and aloof.

He tightened his grip on Ji Mingyue, holding her even closer.

"Will you tell or not?"

He leaned close to the other person's ear, his hot breath brushing against their earlobe: "Tell me and I'll let you go."

"you!"

Ji Mingyue turned her head away, her neck turning red.

This position was too ambiguous; her back was completely pressed against Ye Yaocheng's chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat.

And that burning body temperature.

"Not going to tell?"

Ye Yaocheng raised an eyebrow, placed his other hand on her back, and slowly brought his lips closer.

Ji Mingyue's body stiffened.

[Host! Host!]

Just then, the system's voice suddenly exploded in my mind, filled with excitement.

[Just give in, the boss's strength is terrifying, you can just lie back and relax, and this system can retire early!]

The lousy cultivation technique your master gave you has too many flaws; it's much better to follow a powerful master!

Ji Mingyue: "..."

She was furious; that damned system that always sided with outsiders.

"Let me go!" she gritted her teeth. "Fine, I'll tell you!"

Ye Yaocheng clicked his tongue in regret.

Almost there.

As he released his grip and helped Fu Ji Mingyue up, his hand inadvertently pinched her buttocks.

So soft! So bouncy!

"you!"

Ji Mingyue glared at him fiercely, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.

She took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

She looked at Ye Yaocheng with a complicated expression: "I am a disciple of the Xuan Yin Sect. The reason I am looking for this secret realm is because it contains something my master needs."

Ye Yaocheng raised an eyebrow.

really.

He had thought Ji Mingyue was too mysterious, and now he understood.

"Anything else?" he asked sternly. "You know that's not what I'm asking."

Ji Mingyue remained silent for a long time, the wind blowing her hair and obscuring half of her face.

"The Xuan Yin Sect is very special."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it seemed it could be blown away by the wind at any moment: "Each elder who meets the criteria for accepting disciples can only take two disciples, and they must be women."

"One of them learned the art of seduction."

"One of them learned the Heartless Skill."

She raised her head and looked directly at Ye Yaocheng: "What I learned is the Heartless Skill."

Ye Yaocheng was stunned.

Heartless Technique?

No wonder the relationship was progressing last time, but then he turned cold as ice in the blink of an eye. The backlash of the technique means death if you fall in love. What kind of ridiculous setting is this?

Ji Mingyue took a step back, creating some distance: "So, give up. This is a road of no return."

"If I fall in love, at best my cultivation will be completely destroyed, at worst I will die and my cultivation will be extinguished."

She turned around, her voice drifting over: "If you really have feelings for me, then let me go."

After saying that, she ran away, her figure quickly disappearing outside the construction site.

Ye Yaocheng stood there, watching her back.

The wind was strong, making his clothes flutter loudly.

He saw reluctance and struggle in Ji Mingyue's back.

It seems she's also tempted.

But because of that damned technique, I can only evade it.

"The Xuan Yin Sect..."

Ye Yaocheng narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them: "I'm not done with you guys yet."

……

As soon as Ye Yaocheng got home, he met Li Yuxiu's resentful gaze.

The look in his eyes was like he was looking at an enemy.

Ye Yaocheng scratched his head: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Li Yuxiu snorted, "Didn't I tell you to come back tomorrow?"

She pointed to the clock on the wall: "What time is it? It's not even completely dark yet!"

Ye Yaocheng: "..."

"When will I be able to hold my grandson?"

Li Yuxiu grew angrier as she spoke: "Look at you, you didn't seize such a great opportunity! And Mingyue? Did you make her angry?"

Ye Yaocheng looked towards Ji Mingyue's room; the door was closed, so it seemed she hadn't returned yet.

"Um... Mingyue forgot something, so I came back to get it for her."

Ye Yaocheng made up an excuse on the spot, rushed into the room, grabbed a coat at random, and ran away.

"Mom, I'm leaving now!"

"Remember this!" Li Yuxiu shouted from behind, "Stay in a hotel! Stay for a few more days! I have to hold my grandson!"

Ye Yaocheng stumbled and almost fell down the stairs.

The contrast between this mother and daughter is too great.

Walking down the street, Ye Yaocheng realized that he had nowhere to go.

Looking for Ji Mingyue?

He didn't even know where she was.

Just as I was feeling lost, my phone rang. It was Lin Qingxue calling.

"Brother Cheng!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was anxious: "Where are you? Could you come to the First People's Hospital? I need your help!"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Ye Yaocheng hung up the phone and hailed a taxi.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

From afar, one could see Lin Qingxue standing at the door, anxiously looking around.

When she saw Ye Yaocheng, her eyes lit up, and she rushed over, grabbed his hand, and ran inside.

"Hurry! It'll be too late if we wait any longer!"

"What happened?"

Ye Yaocheng was pulled along by her, and they quickly walked through the corridor.

Lin Qingxue's voice was grave: "A very important friend of mine, the hospital has used all their equipment, but they can't save him. He's barely clinging to life."

She turned around, her eyes red and swollen: "Cheng-ge, only you can save him."

Led by Lin Qingxue, they soon arrived at a special ward.

As soon as Ye Yaocheng entered the room, he smelled a strong odor of disinfectant.

A middle-aged man lay on the hospital bed, his body covered in tubes, his face ashen and lifeless.

Two people were standing by the bed.

One of them was someone I recognized; it was Su Mei.

She saw Ye Yaocheng, paused for a moment, nodded as a greeting, and then looked back at the patient.

The other one is a young man.

He was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with an average appearance, but dressed quite well.

His eyes lit up when he saw Lin Qingxue.

"Miss Lin!"

He greeted him warmly: "I've taken good care of the team leader, you can rest assured..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Lin Qingxue was still holding Ye Yaocheng's hand tightly.

The young man's face darkened.

"Qingxue." Ye Yaocheng ignored him and looked at Lin Qingxue: "What exactly is going on?"

"This is my cousin, who is now a member of the Great Xia Divine Martial Guard."

Lin Qingxue said urgently, "He was seriously injured and poisoned while on a mission in Linjiang. The hospital can't do anything about it."

Seeing that the two hadn't let go of each other's hands, especially their posture and the look in their eyes, the young man's face turned completely dark.

"Who is this?"

He forced a smile, but his eyes were like knives slicing through Ye Yaocheng.

"My friend."

Lin Qingxue answered casually, then turned to Ye Yaocheng and pleaded, "Brother Cheng, you must have a way, right?"

Ye Yaocheng walked to the bedside to take his pulse, and after a while, his furrowed brows relaxed.

"It can be saved." He looked at Lin Qingxue, his tone relaxed: "It's much simpler than it was for Old Master Lin."

Lin Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew you could do it."

She instinctively grabbed Ye Yaocheng's arm, her dependent look making the young man grit his teeth in frustration.

Ye Yaocheng took out the silver needles and was about to insert them...

"etc!"

The young man suddenly stopped him, staring at Ye Yaocheng with a hostile look: "What are you doing?"

Ye Yaocheng paused, then looked up at him.

"To cure illness."

"Can't see it?"

"Treat an illness?" The young man sneered, "How old are you? Do you even know anything about medicine? The team leader is a member of the Divine Martial Guard. If something really happens, you wouldn't have enough lives to pay for it!"

Ye Yaocheng narrowed his eyes, put away the silver needles, and handed them over.

"You're here?"

The young man choked for a moment.

Is he coming?

He's fucking bastard.

If he knew how to cure it, would he be waiting until now?

"If you don't know, then shut up."

Ye Yaocheng withdrew his hand, his voice turning cold: "Say one more word, and I'll stab you too."