In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 249 A Woman's Sixth Sense

Zhu Wu smiled, stood up from his seat, and looked at Ning Fengzhi. "Father-in-law, I have to go out for a while and won't be back until tomorrow."

"I'll trouble you to arrange for someone to protect Lingling and the others as they absorb the soul bones."

"Okay." Ning Fengzhi stood up and watched Zhu Wu walk out of the room, transforming into a golden-tailed swallow and flying away.

Then he turned around and made arrangements, "Brother Dugu, please look after Yanyan for me."

Like a black meteor streaking across the sky, Zhu Wu quickly arrived at Yuexuan and flew into Tang Yuehua's private room on the top floor.

At this time, the Soul Master Academy was still in session. Huo Wu's family members were either academy leaders who needed to work or young people who needed to cultivate. He didn't want to appear in the sight of the instructors and students, so he couldn't call them together or disturb them.

Let's go later.

At his flying speed, he'll arrive very soon!

Let's listen to some music first.

When Zhu Wu walked in from the balcony, Tang Yuehua, who was sitting in front of the harp playing, was stunned for a moment, and then stood up abruptly with a look of panic on her face.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Listen to a piece of music." Zhu Wu glanced at Tang Yuehua, who seemed to have gained some weight, and said indifferently, "Remember to use your domain."

As he spoke, he strode over and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"You're not welcome here," Tang Yuehua said through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with disgust.

Zhu Wu frowned, and his sharply defined features immediately revealed an air of unapproachable authority. "I think I already told you that."

"Don't forget who you are."

Seeing Zhu Wu's imposing yet dignified demeanor, Tang Yuehua instinctively felt fear. She sensed a pressure emanating from Zhu Wu that only an emperor could exert, a pressure she had felt on Xue Ye before, but far less intense than the one she felt now.

Xue Ye wouldn't dare destroy her Haotian Sect, but Zhu Wu did, and he actually succeeded.

With the power of life and death, and the willingness to exterminate an entire clan at the slightest disagreement, Zhu Wu was even more ruthless and merciless than Xue Ye, who was an emperor.

This was a man who made her tremble, both mentally and physically.

"Perhaps you can change your mindset. That way, I might spare Tang San's life." Zhu Wu suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Instead of simply killing Tang San, he had a better idea. For example, like how Tang Da Shen Wang treated Ning Tian in the sequel, he could play a gender-swap game. Of course, Tang San was only fit to be a beast, and different beasts would naturally need a pair of mates arranged for them later.

As a competent villain, he felt it was his duty.

"Could you please release my second brother?" Tang Yuehua whispered, her head slightly lowered.

For some reason, she felt a strange sense of defeat in front of the imposing man. Perhaps it was because her second brother and nephew had repeatedly lost their battles, or perhaps it was because, when facing Zhu Wu in person, she sensed a quality that made him even more dangerous than old foxes like Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi. In that instant, she had a premonition that her second brother and nephew were destined to fail.

This is a woman's sixth sense.

"You have no grounds to bargain with me right now," Zhu Wu said calmly.

Tang Yuehua's eyes immediately reddened, then she fell silent, sat back down in her chair, and began playing a piece from the Noble Domain.

As the melodious music began, Zhu Wu felt a gentle wave merging with his spiritual energy, unconsciously soothing his emotions and calming his mind. The past few months of relentless cultivation had left him somewhat tense, but now he felt at peace.

"There is indeed something wondrous about it." A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slightly, closing his eyes to listen quietly.

At the same time, a small opening was made in the interior space, allowing sound and vibrations to seep in.

"What a peculiar sound." The Water Dragon King looked surprised.

She could clearly sense that the dragon soul, whose memories had not yet returned and whose mental fluctuations were still somewhat agitated, had calmed down.

The sound coming from the air carried a peculiar fluctuation, which surprisingly had a calming effect.

"It seems to be some kind of special realm," Zi Ji murmured as she stood to the side, receiving nourishment from the aura of the Water Dragon King's bloodline.

"It is indeed a domain." The Water Dragon King nodded. "I wonder where Zhu Wu found this person."

She didn't believe that Zhu Wu had mastered this field.

"If we can perform this once a day to soothe the restless dragon souls in the Dragon Realm, it will definitely be beneficial for them to recover their memories," the Water Dragon King continued. "If possible, I would suggest that Zhu Wu bring this person in."

The Dragon Realm is what she calls the small world inside Zhu Wu's body.

Zhu Wu naturally sensed that the dragon soul in the inner space had been soothed, and he also heard the conversation between the Water Dragon King and Zi Ji.

He had noticed some problems with the dragon souls when he was in Dragon Valley. Perhaps it was because their cultivation level was not high before they died, or perhaps they were injured in the great battle, which caused their memories to be severely lost after their origins were sealed, leaving only their instincts, which made them quite irritable.

The more violent one's temper and the more distracting one's thoughts, the harder it is for one to find oneself and regain one's memories. This is not hard to understand.

After personally experiencing the effects of Tang Yuehua's domain, he originally just wanted to try it out, but he didn't expect to gain anything unexpected.

He couldn't help but open his eyes to glance at Tang Yuehua, then closed them again to listen quietly.

A quarter of an hour later, the music stopped, and Zhu Wu opened his eyes, praising it as "truly heavenly music."

As he spoke, he got up and walked towards Tang Yuehua.

The latter visibly tensed up for a moment, but quickly recovered, slowly stood up, and whispered, "I'm going to wash up."

He walked straight to the bedroom.

It's a pity you were born into the Haotian Sect. Zhu Wu's eyes flickered, and then he fell into thought.

He could more or less guess Tang Yuehua's intentions: she was simply offering herself to him as bait, perhaps even getting pregnant with his child as a bargaining chip. Sacrificing everything, including dignity, for her family and loved ones was indeed respectable. However, their differing stances meant it was destined to be fruitless.

Tang Yuehua could not succeed either, because the gap between her strength and bloodline was too great.

The Dragon Mother lost her life trying to conceive a child of the Dragon God, which shows the problems with bloodline inheritance caused by the difference in strength.

Lost in thought, he strode toward the bedroom and quickly caught up with me.

"Let's go together. I've been traveling for several days. Give me a massage." She said this while taking off her clothes.

Tang Yuehua gritted her teeth and ultimately chose to obey, even helping Zhu Wu undress.

An hour later, she leaned limply against Zhu Wu's chest as he leaned against the bathtub, her waist surrounded by his arms, silently listening to him speak.

"Pack your things tonight, I'll come back tomorrow to take you away."

Tang Yuehua's body trembled, and then she heard Zhu Wu say again, "Your innate domain, combined with your playing of the music, is somewhat useful to me. I will help you resolve the flaws in your martial soul and improve your strength, allowing you to better utilize this talent. I'm giving you the opportunity to grow; perhaps in the future, you can try to kill me with your own power. But until you feel that day has arrived, you need to play for me."

"My requirements are simple: play it once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening, each time for no less than 15 minutes, and the melody must be positive."

"If I hear sadness, hatred, or other negative emotions in the music you play, I will punish you. Cultivation is already tedious, and I don't want to ruin my mood. And if I do ruin my mood, then I'll have to take it out on you."

"Believe me, you wouldn't want to experience even once the nightmares I create."

Tang Yuehua remained silent, knowing in her heart that she had no leverage and that whatever she said would not affect the outcome.

At least I still have a chance to get close, right?

A glint of hope flickered in his eyes.

"I should go." Zhu Wu patted Wu Tu, glanced at the orange-yellow light from the ventilation vent above, relaxed, and stood up.

He stepped out of the bathroom first, got dressed, and left.

(End of this chapter)