Chapter 4

Beautiful and delicate, whip at her waist—who else could this be but Zhou Tian's Fourth Senior Sister Leng Qingyue from the original book?

Zhou Tian was fortunate to take on an excellent master who spared no effort in shaping him and even took in four senior sisters to assist him.

Among them, the most special is the Fourth Senior Sister Leng Qingyue, who possesses the Ziyang Holy Body and cultivates the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique, achieving great accomplishment by the age of twenty-nine; merely dual cultivating with her will surely greatly increase one's power.

Fortunately, Yang Jun knew the plot from the book, recognized Leng Qingyue at a glance, and the items he carried came in handy.

"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and take me to find Yang Jun!"

Leng Qingyue felt something was off, and seeing Yang Jun smirking, she furrowed her brows and shouted.

"I'm laughing because you've walked into the wolf's den!"

Yang Jun laughed even more heartily; Leng Qingyue's heart jolted, her panic intensified, her legs went weak, her cheeks flushed red, and every breath she exhaled was scorching hot.

"What have you done to me? You despicable, shameless villain!"

Leng Qingyue was speaking when she suddenly collapsed with a thud; no wonder the Pingxi Prince's Mansion is declining—if even a servant is this shameless, one can imagine how hateful Yang Jun must be!

"Come quickly, there's an assassin trying to kill this young master!"

"Are you Yang Jun?"

Yang Jun shouted loudly, and only then did Leng Qingyue realize what was happening—but it was already too late; her whole body felt sore and weak, an unknown power surged within her, filling her with shame and anger, leaving her unable to resist.

"Quick, tie her up and take the young master to the dungeon!"

Deng Jian led the servants forward like wolves and tigers; no wonder the young master doesn't dare act against the Princess—he's wary of the Prince's Mansion's reputation, while he himself wants to go hunting, to see what game he brings back, which is no inferior to the Princess's, and most importantly, it offers a different flavor!

"Yang Jun, I will kill you, I will cut your body into myriad pieces!"

In the dungeon, Leng Qingyue looked at her own shameful bound state and gritted her teeth in reproach.

"Even though you're now a prisoner, you still speak so tough—do you believe I'll deal with you using something harder than your mouth?"

Yang Jun blurted out, "Oh no, oh no—this original body is truly terrible; as a model youth, how could I have picked up its bad habits? The words I utter are too vulgar to bear."

"Rogue, shameless bastard, if you have the guts, release me and let's fight three hundred rounds!"

Leng Qingyue couldn't break free, glaring at Yang Jun with fierce anger and shouting.

"Three hundred rounds—can you handle that?"

Yang Jun stepped forward and kicked Leng Qingyue's buttocks, which were as solid as a millstone, sending her stumbling and falling forward onto the special bed before him.

"I'm shameless? You're the shameless one—a woman sneaking to my mansion in the dead of night, still wanting to kill me; oh, should I not deal with you and just stick out my neck for you to slash with your sword?"

"Come, for safety's sake, bind this assassin tighter—don't let us capsize in the gutter!"

Yang Jun is being extremely cautious, for Leng Qingyue, this woman, is also quite formidable in the original book.

You should know she is only a short time away from reaching the age of twenty-nine; if one dual cultivates with her now, she could drain a man dry, using all his power for herself, making him her bridal gown.

"Alright, young master, quick, quick, get people over here—hurry and bind this woman with a few more loops; once she's tied up, follow me, and I'll leave this place to you."

Deng Jian, as Yang Jun's foremost lackey, immediately understood his command, directed the servants, added a few more chains to Leng Qingyue's body, ensured safety, then led the people away, leaving the space to Yang Jun.

"Shameless Yang Jun, what do you intend to do to this young lady? If you're going to kill, then kill—don't even think about humiliating this young lady!"

After seeing herself bound, Leng Qingyue felt her figure was even more alluring, which made her extremely indignant, and she shouted at Yang Jun.

Yang Jun smiled as he gazed at Leng Qingyue, scanning her up and down, shaking his head repeatedly.

【A beauty, why become a thief? Most importantly, why is she a female thief opposing me? Besides, I must say, this woman is indeed formidable—no wonder that scoundrel Zhou Tian, after learning her merits, would go to any lengths to dual cultivate with her.】

【Indeed, if the bandit can be used, so can I—could I also use this woman for dual cultivation to increase my strength?】

【No, this kind of thought is too dangerous now; the world is too treacherous—I must lie low, develop slowly; some things must not be rushed!】

Leng Qingyue had just finished cursing when she immediately 'heard' Yang Jun's voice.

What shocked her most was that Yang Jun was right before her eyes at that very moment, and he didn't even blink!

Could it be that this is Yang Jun's inner voice?

Can I hear Yang Jun's inner voice?

Leng Qingyue felt a shock; for a moment her mind was in disarray, unable to make sense of the situation.

Could it be that being bound like this stimulated Yang Jun, and since I possess the Ziyang Holy Body and the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique, it awakened another ability, allowing me to hear the inner voices of men who harbor ill intentions toward me?

Leng Qingyue pondered these thoughts, her brows furrowed tightly.

But how could this kid know my background?

Right, Prince Pingxi wielded immense power; when he was alive, investigating such matters would have been easy.

Alas, a tiger father siring a dog son—this Yang Jun only knows these petty, underhanded tricks for dealing with women.

Does he want to use me for cultivation?

Dream on!

Leng Qingyue thought for a moment, then flashed a sweet smile and strained to twist her long legs, crossing them tightly, revealing her perfect curves.

"Your Highness, the Grandee, I too was forced, but I now realize my mistake; please release me, Your Highness, and as a token of gratitude I am willing to gift the sect's secret manual—if you cultivate it, you will surely become a master!"

Leng Qingyue possesses the Ziyang Holy Body; her charm is innate, every frown and smile exuding boundless allure—this is her unique weapon.

【This woman is indeed not bad, top-notch, pleasing to the eye—too bad using her like this to try to bewitch this young master, is that even possible?】

"What's this about masters and such? As the young master, I don't care; with you assisting me, why would I fear other masters?"

Yang Jun answered with a smile, stepped forward, and grabbed Leng Qingyue's chin in one hand.

"Young master, what do you mean?"

Leng Qingyue's heart jolted—this kid isn't just a foppish playboy, is he? How can he be as sharp as a monkey?

"You should be about to turn eighteen, right? Hand over the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique and teach me to cultivate it, and I'll spare your life; otherwise, this lovely, charming young lady of yours will be finished—I won't touch you myself, but my mansion has plenty of servants."

Yang Jun wore an evil grin, and Leng Qingyue hastily clenched her legs, fearing he would really summon people to attack her.

"Your Highness, I promise you—the secret manual is on my person, in, in my breastband!"

Leng Qingyue was terrified, responding repeatedly.

"A breastband?"

Yang Jun laughed while rubbing his hands, his eyes fixed tightly on Leng Qingyue's chest.