Chapter 5: The Best Under Heaven

Yes, that's right here.

Leng Qingyue smiled and nodded lightly.

【When things go awry, there must be a demon; this woman surely has some scheme!】

【Take a look, she smiles radiantly, there must be a problem!】

Yang Jun thought to himself, rubbing his hands together.

At this moment, Leng Qingyue's eyes also shone, a flash of pride crossing them; as long as Yang Jun acted foolishly, she could seize the chance to escape all this and obtain everything she wanted.

"Yo, this place, that's fine."

Yang Jun spoke with a smile, but Leng Qingyue's face changed drastically; this guy's inner voice could be completely grasped by herself, so what does that mean now?

At that moment, Yang Jun produced a sharp clip; with a swishing sound, Leng Qingyue's clothes tore apart, and everything hidden on her fell to the ground.

"Alright, there's no threat now; what should you say then?"

Yang Jun was very pleased; this Leng Qingyue had cultivated the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique for years, and her physique is incomparable to anyone else's.

But, wanting to resolve this matter, how could it be easy?

"Sigh, it seems you still haven't fully submitted; that is, in your heart, you're unwilling about these matters."

Yang Jun drew out his voice, spoke a sentence, reached out his hand, and gently stroked the back of Leng Qingyue's head; this woman is quite stubborn, but what does it matter?

"Yang Jun, a scholar may be killed but not humiliated; what do you intend to do?"

Leng Qingyue felt wronged; she is normally high and mighty, even Zhou Tian would have to obey her with a mere hum, but now, how can he be so overbearing,

After all, I am a delicate woman; what gives him the right to treat me like this?

Leng Qingyue is dissatisfied; no matter what she says, she is truly the supreme one in the sect, how could she have fallen to this state?

In the midst of Leng Qingyue's words, Yang Jun smiled.

At the same time, Yang Jun began to bend over on his own, dragging out the torture devices one by one from the dungeon.

Various instruments of torture—like the pestle and finger clamps—were laid out one by one; actually, at this moment Leng Qingyue hadn't paid attention, but when Yang Jun pulled out the "wooden donkey," she truly panicked.

"Enough, do whatever you want!"

Leng Qingyue wore a dejected expression; even if she were a chaste and heroic woman, facing the present situation she still bowed her head completely.

What can one do to cope with such a thing?

【Just like that she bowed? I recall from the original that the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique has miraculous effects; if one cannot cultivate it to the most basic first layer, then dual cultivation is simply impossible.】

【The basics of dual cultivation: first, this little woman must be twenty-nine years old; second, the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique must reach the first layer; otherwise, keeping her is useless—might as well kill her!】

Yang Jun couldn't know that his thoughts would be discovered by others; right now, he merely wants to protect himself first.

Leng Qingyue "heard" Yang Jun's inner voice, and immediately widened her eyes.

No matter what else, this life must absolutely not be lost!

"Your Highness the Prince, I truly am convinced, I admit, I admit everything."

Leng Qingyue could no longer persist; facing these torture devices before her eyes, she could not bear them.

"Hmm, yes, the thing inside the bellyband is truly useful, is it truly the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique?"

"Absolutely certain; how would this maiden dare to gamble with her life? Rest assured, I have submitted, I have bowed—take it."

Yang Jun spoke again, and Leng Qingyue replied tearfully.

"Fine, I've always liked to trust people; as long as you produce the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique, I won't blame you for any of this."

"Remember, all of this is because I was forced!"

Yang Jun spoke, a flicker of coldness crossing his eyes.

Yang Jun gave a hehe laugh and leaned forward.

"No! I've admitted it; I'm now bound by you, you take it yourself—this is also my sincerity; isn't that enough?"

Leng Qingyue was about to cry, her face full of grievance as she spoke.

"Alright."

Yang Jun spoke, reaching his hand forward to probe Leng Qingyue's body.

"Huh? Where? Where? Where have I seen you before?"

Yang Jun gave a hehe laugh, then extended his hand forward, reaching straight onto Leng Qingyue's body.

"Bastard, if I could escape this place, I'd certainly not let you look good!"

Leng Qingyue's face flushed red; after all, it's just a little booklet, yet this guy made a huge fuss, the most hateful part being his hand, moving back and forth there.

For a moment, Leng Qingyue felt both shame and anger, yet didn't know what to do.

【Forget it, let this be a minor punishment as a warning; I'm not afraid of your sect, it's just that you've gone too far.】

【If I don't act, I myself will be annihilated, nothing left; all this, I cannot be blamed for.】

Yang Jun pinched the little booklet and pulled it out.

And upon "hearing" Yang Jun's words, Leng Qingyue felt both ashamed and startled.

Logically speaking, for such a hostile relationship, who cares about humiliation; the important thing is to obtain everything from the other and then torment them at will, regardless of life or death.

But here, Yang Jun's actions greatly exceeded Leng Qingyue's expectations.

That hand, when it probed that special spot on her body, was even more gentlemanly than a gentleman.

"Alright, I'll transmit the cultivation method to you, all of it!"

Leng Qingyue let out an exclamation from her mouth; Yang Jun stared blankly.

【No way, I haven't even started, yet she already bowed? That's too lacking in achievement; fine, first cultivate the Dragon Nurturing Technique, then obtain the Ziyang Holy Body.】

【By then, with the technique in hand, I'll have the world! What kind of woman wouldn't I have?】

Yang Jun gave a hehe laugh, cast aside everything else, and unconsciously spoke again.

Holding the secret manual of the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique in his hand, it seemed to still exude a fragrant aroma.

I've given you the stuff; can you let me be a bit more comfortable?

Leng Qingyue sighed softly; for her, what else could there be to worry about in such a situation? Just being able to scrape by is already the greatest hope.

All right, I'll first check this secret manual; if there's anything I don't understand, I'll come ask you later.

You can also rest assured; this place is as safe as it gets—no one and nothing can threaten your safety!

Yang Jun let out a hehe laugh; while speaking, he wasn't idle, and again produced big jars and small bottles from his person, one potion after another, gathering at Leng Qingyue's nose.

You—what are you doing?

Leng Qingyue was quite speechless; these potions in her body had only just managed to ease things, and yet now it's turned out like this?