Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

"What level of cultivation does that person possess?"

Ye Chaosheng hid in the woods, watching with envy as a middle-aged cultivator stepped through the air and brought a white-robed boy, about his size, down from the flying boat.

The Sun family mortals who came to greet him knelt down in a dense crowd. After the middle-aged cultivator gave a few instructions and flew away on the flying boat, the Sun family patriarch stood up alone and said something to the white-robed youth in a submissive manner.

The white-robed youth echoed a few words, then strode arrogantly toward the Sun family residence, and only then did the others dare to get up and follow.

The white-robed youth was none other than the second young master of the Sun family, who had returned to visit his relatives. From such a distance, Ye Chaosheng had no idea what level of cultivation he possessed, but he did find him to be extremely dashing in his brocade robes and crown.

After watching for a while, he found it boring, ate a few bites of the fatty meat he had stolen from the kitchen, and wiped his mouth. Such a person would never have anything to do with a slave who raised livestock.

Two days passed, and the house was still outwardly cheerful, but Ye Chaosheng keenly noticed that the servants were all somewhat apprehensive.

His livestock feeding yard was stinking and usually hardly anyone wanted to come here. But recently, quite a few servants had been sneaking around there, staying for quite a while before going back.

The old man came by once in the middle of the journey, looking timid, as if he wanted to cause trouble for him. Seeing Ye Chaosheng timidly sitting in the cowshed raking manure, he naturally did not want to get close and left while cursing.

Ye Chaosheng felt uneasy and lost all interest in cultivating that night. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he used a concealment spell on himself several times under the cover of darkness and quietly climbed onto the roof of the Sun family's house.

Since the second young master needed a middle-aged cultivator to carry him to and from the flying boat, he probably couldn't fly on his own. Ye Chaosheng was quite careful and not afraid of being discovered.

"You slut, huh? You can't even handle this? Hahaha, aren't I amazing?"

Ye Chaosheng lay on the roof, his heart pounding. He had never heard this voice before, but since it was living in the house, it must be the newly returned second young master.

He moved across the rooftops, his powerful physique and magic making no noise whatsoever. Following the sound, he reached a rooftop and quietly peeked down from behind a tile.

Inside the room, several maids dressed in light gauze were kneeling, while a man casually draped in a robe held the steward's whip in his hand.

Ye Chaosheng's eyes sharpened, and he hurriedly searched among the maids for that familiar figure. After looking around several times, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; Ershan was not among them.

He rarely left his courtyard. Some of the maids looked unfamiliar, perhaps they were new. Ye Chaosheng couldn't recognize them all, so he just watched quietly.

The maids all had several whip marks on their bodies, but they suppressed their cries and dared not move.

……

After busying himself for a while, the second young master drank the tea with a satisfied look on his face, casually waved his hand, and told the other maids to carry the unconscious one away.

Ye Chaosheng, watching from the rooftop, was secretly astonished. This was a living, breathing person, treated like this! Moreover, the maid's back was completely mangled; with such severe injuries, she was clearly not going to survive.

"Is this second young master truly a cultivator?" A doubt arose in his mind, and he felt a bit nauseous at the meat he had eaten during the day.

"No wonder the servants have been so anxious lately, heading towards the livestock. They're afraid of being chosen and want to get covered in their stench."

Ye Chaosheng suddenly realized something, closed the tiles, jumped off the roof in a few steps, and headed towards another road.

Ye Chaosheng moved with the agility of a swallow, nimbly flipping over the windowsill into a room where a figure was resting on a couch.

Having mastered the Zhouxing Wheel, he could even distinguish the scents in the air when he calmed down, so he naturally knew who was stepping on him. He tiptoed onto the bed and gently covered Wang Ershan's mouth.

Wang Ershan was sleeping when she suddenly woke up with a start. She realized that her mouth had been covered and was about to struggle to get up when she heard a familiar voice in her ear: "Ershan, it's me, Chaosheng."

It took her a while to react. Her heart was pounding. She nodded slightly to indicate that she understood, and her tightly bound hands and feet were finally released.

"You...you're crazy! How did you get in?" As soon as her mouth was released, she quickly pulled up the blanket to cover the two of them and asked the person next to her in a low voice.

Ye Chaosheng didn't answer her, only saying, "Shan'er, do you believe me or not!"

"I believe you, of course I believe you. How...how did you get in?"

"I'll explain later. Now, quietly get dressed and don't disturb your father. Let's go." At this point, Ye Chaosheng's mind was clear, and his tone was calm.

"Go? Where to?" Wang Ershan was full of questions. Although her mind was still blank, she was also infected by Ye Chaosheng's calmness, and her tone softened.

Ye Chaosheng had already prepared his excuse on the way, and then he said something surprising: "Let's leave the Sun residence and hide outside for a while, and then come back after a while. Your family are long-term workers, so Master Sun will only scold you a few times and deduct some wages. It's not a big deal."

"Ah? But... but why do you have to go out and hide? What will you do then? Besides, Aunt Wang told me today that there's a banquet tomorrow night, and the Second Young Master specifically asked me to attend."

Wang Ershan said fearfully, "I...I can't leave. The Second Young Master is an immortal. If I leave, and he remembers this, my father will be finished."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chaosheng's heart sank. This was the reason he had rushed to Wang Ershan's house that very night. Wang Ershan was beautiful, and if she were also chosen, his only option would be to kill that second young master.

However, the risk was too great. The second young master had a powerful sect behind him, and he was alone and powerless to fight them. So he thought he should take Wang Ershan away to hide as soon as possible, but now it seems that he was too late.

Ye Chaosheng remained silent for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "It's not a banquet. That second young master is a beast. He wants to torture and possess you."

Wang Ershan was stunned for a moment, then heard the boy's extremely faint voice.

"No...it would be better to..."

She knew what Ye Chaosheng wanted to say, and her voice, slightly choked with tears, rang out: "No, Brother Chaosheng, can you take my father with you?"

Ye Chaosheng remained silent. Putting aside whether he could persuade Uncle Wang, he could take away the agile Wang Ershan without alerting others, but there was no way he could take her father with him.

After receiving no response, the girl finally calmed down and figured out the situation.

Instead of clinging to the boy beside her, preventing him from escaping, she pleaded, "Brother Chaosheng... I can't live without my father. Now... take me... and then leave..."

She chuckled softly in the darkness: "What if...it really is a banquet? I'll go with you afterward."

"Brother Chaosheng, you lied to me. You want me, right? I know everything."