Chapter 24: 24 This Young Master! (Please follow!)

Gasp!

What?

Last night... four times?

And, a bed-warming maid?

Herself?

How is this possible!

Fragmented information flooded into her mind, leaving Pusa Xiaoman completely panicked.

Then.

She wanted to forcibly circulate her Cultivation Points.

But after several consecutive attempts, she finally gave up.

The Cultivation Points within her body were gone, not a single drop left.

Furthermore, her body felt as if it had been sealed by someone; circulating her techniques yielded no reaction, and wanting to cultivate again was almost impossible!

Gasp! Pusa Xiaoman was completely stunned.

A wave of memories squeezed into her mind; in a daze, she only remembered that last night, just as she had begun to circulate the Blood Origin Demon Art, the female Grandmaster she had met at the teahouse during the day had descended from the sky.

The Blood Origin Demon Art devours the Pure Essence of others, and once unleashed, it is irreversible.

At that time, both she and the person being devoured were lambs waiting to be slaughtered, possessing no strength to truss a chicken.

This was also the reason why Wu Bo and the others were all outside acting as guardians.

But in front of a female Grandmaster, let alone Wu Bo, the vast majority of experts in the sect were no match!

She herself had been pinned with high hopes by everyone in the sect, with the potential to become the next Grandmaster martial artist, or even to surpass a Grandmaster and achieve the Shenyuan True Person Realm.

But now... it was too late to say anything!

Her last memory was being knocked unconscious by a single palm strike from that female Grandmaster.

Waking up again, she found herself in this current situation.

Four times?

Finally.

Pusa Xiaoman reacted completely.

Her chastity...

She wanted to die!

"You lecher, get up!"

"Ahhh, I'm going to kill you, you scoundrel!"

In a fit of rage, Pusa Xiaoman struggled, flipped over to pin Ning Mu beneath her, and then picked up a jade pillow, intending to smash it onto Ning Mu's head.

But no matter how angry she was, without Cultivation Points to rely on, how could she be a match for Ning Mu?

Ning Mu merely raised a hand and gripped her wrists, and the jade pillow fell to the side, emitting a crisp clattering sound.

Then.

Ning Mu pinned her back onto the couch, exposing her snow-white, firm buttocks.

Slap! "Behave yourself. Wasn't it you crying and begging to Double Cultivate with this Young Master? Now you're turning your back on me?"

Flesh rippled.

Ning Mu smiled wickedly and struck without mercy.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

*Slap! *

"Let me go, you lecher!"

*Slap! *

"Despicable villain!"

*Slap! *

"Lowlife!"

*Slap! *

"You're shameless!"

*Slap! *

"Asshole!"

*Slap! *

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

*Slap! *

"... Asshole, I didn't even curse you, why are you still hitting me!"

"..."

Ning Mu couldn't help but blush, saying awkwardly, "Ahem, I got into the rhythm of it."

"You just cursed me with that sentence, so I'm making up for it!"

*Slap! *

"..."

Being humiliated like this, Pusa Xiaoman felt like she wanted to die.

She was, after all, a Saintess; although she was only the adopted daughter of the sect leader, her status was noble and far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Let alone within the sect.

Even looking across the martial arts world of the southern Zhou Kingdom, her suitors could form a long line.

She should have been a proud daughter of heaven, a person held in the palms of countless others.

But now, in a foreign land, she was being pressed onto a couch and treated like this by a strange man she had only met twice!

The pain was secondary.

The key was the psychological oppression and humiliation, which simply drove her to the brink of madness, yet she was helpless to stop it.

With shame lingering in her heart, she could not help but burst into loud sobs.

Even as a high and mighty Saintess, she was ultimately just a girl of sixteen, still ignorant of many things, yet now she was being taught a lesson like this.

This sense of humiliation made her even forget the grief of her lost Cultivation Points and the loss of her maidenhood!

"Crying? Crying is useless; if you cry again, I'll keep hitting you!" Seeing Pusa Xiaoman let out a loud wail, Ning Mu raised an eyebrow and immediately lifted his hand again.

Don't say, the feeling was truly not bad! Slap, slap, slap, slap...

"Kill me!"

"I beg you, if you have the guts, kill me, or else let me go!"

Pusa Xiaoman turned her head with a flushed face, her eyes brimming with tears, glaring fiercely at Ning Mu. In her eyes, besides hatred, there was also a deep, inseparable shame and a trace of stirring desire.

Falling into the hands of such a man was truly worse than death!

It would be better to just die! That would also put an end to this humiliation!

Only.

How could Ning Mu let her have her way?

Want to die?

This Young Master simply won't let you die! With a faint laugh, Ning Mu pressed her down and said calmly, "Please this Young Master, and when this Young Master is in a good mood, I might just spare you."

"You lecher, wanting this Saintess to serve you in such a base way, that is absolutely impossible!"

Pusa Xiaoman lay on the couch, her almond eyes glaring at Ning Mu, breathing heavily, but she refused to admit defeat!

"Is that so?"

Ning Mu gave a wicked smile.

"Then how about this??"

"..."

Liu Qingmei was in a very good mood.

Although the matter of the trading firm had not yet been resolved, she felt more confident.

More importantly, the harvest from this trip was good.

Not only had her Cultivation Points increased significantly, but she had also acquired a brothel business, which was a money-making venture; in such troubled times, this was undoubtedly a timely gift.

So she got up early, preparing to wake Ning Mu.

Only.

When she arrived outside Ning Mu's room, her brows furrowed immediately, her expression became colorful, and her beautiful eyes held a mix of annoyance and charm.

"Stinky brat, he certainly has plenty of energy, not even resting early in the morning!"

Muttering a curse under her breath, Liu Qingmei turned and left with a flushed face.

Thinking of her own husband who was currently lying in a coma, a trace of resentment inevitably flashed in the depths of her heart...

Sigh! Forget it.

Let's give the stinky brat some time.

It was endless.

It took two hours last night, and this early in the morning, it would probably take until the sun was high in the sky.

Before he would get up.

Returning to the room next door.

Listening to the annoying movements, Liu Qingmei couldn't settle down at all.

But going out for a walk wasn't very good either; after all, this was a brothel, and if she, a married woman, were to be seen, not only would her reputation be ruined, but the Ye Family would likely be disgraced as well.

There was no other way.

She could only force herself to endure it.

And just when she didn't know what to do.

A knock on the door sounded.

"Little Aunt, something terrible has happened!"

Liu Qingmei got up and opened the door.

She saw Ye Yutan run in with an anxious face; upon seeing Liu Qingmei, her expression eased slightly, but the urgency in her eyes remained clearly visible.

"What is the matter that has you so panicked?"

Liu Qingmei frowned slightly; she was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with Ye Yutan.

It was one thing to set a trap for Ning Mu yesterday.

But to come running in so recklessly early this morning, what kind of decorum was that?

"Little Aunt, it's a big deal; the Jiuxi Trading Firm and most of the trading firms under our Yuhong Trading Firm have all broken away from the Ye Family this morning and set up their own businesses!" Ye Yutan said anxiously.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingmei was immediately shocked.

In the martial arts world, every sect and faction had its own businesses.

Some were upright and honest, while others were sordid and shady.

No matter the type of business, the food for people and horses, and the expenses for the Disciples' cultivation, all of these must be piled up with money! Literature is for the poor, martial arts for the rich.

To cultivate, to ensure the strength of one's respective sect, business is naturally indispensable.

A major sect like Cangjian Villa has its own legitimate businesses under its banner.

Some small sects and factions might only be able to engage in shady dealings.

The daily expenses of the hundreds of Disciples of the Ye Family's Cangjian Villa, and the living costs of all the clansmen of the Ye Family, all rely on Yuhong Trading Firm and Jiuxi Trading Firm.

If these words of Ye Yutan are true, then it is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Cangjian Villa will fall completely to the bottom, not even as good as a second or third-rate sect! "Where did you get this news, and is it true?"

"Yela only discussed this with me yesterday, how could it come to this?"

Liu Qingmei frowned deeply, stared at Ye Yutan, and questioned her in a grave tone.

(End of this chapter)