Chapter 904: This Night Emperor, You Wouldn't Want...

Chapter 904: This Night Emperor, You Wouldn't Want...

Was wiping the gun with his face during the Heavenly Book incident not enough? Now he's offering to wipe it himself?

Ye Wuming, with a grimace, stole a sidelong glance—what a big caterpillar. Disgusting.

Usually, she was used to seeing him all bristling and aggressive; this listless look was quite rare... And even more common was the state of being hidden inside someone else's body...

Speaking of which, he often called this thing "Dragon Sparrow," and Xia Chichi was the "White Tiger." So if Xia Chichi was lying there, and he was hiding inside Xia Chichi, wouldn't that be called "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"?

Her train of thought derailed into such absurd territory. Ye Wuming felt she should write fewer books in the future; writers' brains were just different from others...

"Hey?" Zhao Changhe asked in surprise. "What are you spacing out for? Never seen one before?"

"There's no wound or blood here on you. Why do you need to wipe this?" Ye Wuming suppressed the urge to chop the thing off, her face expressionless. "No need to test it. They didn't aim for this spot."

"Come on," Zhao Changhe said. "All body parts are connected. If something hits elsewhere, it could affect this too. I can't feel anything right now, and it's making me nervous."

"What could you possibly feel now? You're so badly injured you're practically a vegetable. You think you can still get hard?" Ye Wuming wrapped a wet wipe around her hand and grabbed it viciously. "Feel anything?"

Zhao Changhe's eyes bulged. "You're trying to murder your hus—"

"I'm just pissed off that you always risk your life. Can't I teach you a lesson?"

"Not like this! Your future happiness depends on it." Zhao Changhe grinned shamelessly. "Don't be like this... If you squeeze it swollen, only a rub can make it go down..."

Ye Wuming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ye Jiuyou, who was so aloof and cold in front of me, is like this in private?

It's fine now. Compared to the villainous Ye Jiuyou of the previous era, this feels like the vicissitudes of time, like a dream.

"Can a rub really make it go down? Wouldn't it just swell more?" Ye Wuming didn't know why she answered that. Was she cosplaying Ye Jiuyou, or was she just a seductress herself? When she stopped being Ye Wuming and put on Ye Jiuyou's mask, she became unrestrained.

Zhao Changhe grinned. "Isn't swelling a good thing? It means it's fine, and by extension, the whole person is fine."

"Are you out of your mind?" Ye Wuming said irritably. "What state are you in now? You can't even move a finger, and all you can think about is this?"

Zhao Changhe sighed. "Actually, it's because I know that with my current injuries, normal treatment would take ages—at least a year. But if that function is intact and we can dual cultivate, that year could be shortened to a month. So of course, this is the main concern. If dual cultivation isn't possible, we're in trouble and need another plan..."

You're planning to dual cultivate for a whole month? Grinding a needle?

Ye Wuming gritted her teeth. "A year is a year. What are you afraid of? Luo Chuan's injuries are probably worse than yours. It'll take him at least a year or two to recover. He won't come knocking anytime soon."

Zhao Changhe dropped the smile and said seriously, "But we need to go to him. If we don't seize this chance to eliminate him for good, we'll just keep wandering and hiding forever."

Ye Wuming wanted to say that he could just lie back and rest now; they could go and fight themselves. But the words caught in her throat. After all, this was a powerful main-plane star domain, and who knew what special circumstances the enemy might have. If Luo Chuan recovered quickly, or if he saw the situation was unfavorable and decided not to monopolize the Heavenly Book, he might ally with other demonic cultivators. Then victory wouldn't be guaranteed.

The safest bet was still for Zhao Changhe to recover... Unconsciously, this man had become their most important pillar, both in terms of rallying forces and his personal bravery.

To have fled alone from the Heavenly Dao for so long, then used the situation to force a mutual destruction without sacrificing anyone—Ye Wuming hadn't anticipated such an outcome. And this result proved that her previous thoughts of mutual destruction were unnecessary. As long as Zhao Changhe was there, a complete victory was entirely possible.

Her thinking really needed to change...

Just as she was lost in thought, she felt a tug at her waist. Zhao Changhe had reached out and wrapped an arm around her.

Ye Wuming stiffened and snapped, "Lie still! Look at your hand—it's trembling. And you still have the nerve to be lecherous!"

"Isn't it a good thing that I'm lecherous with you?" Zhao Changhe hugged her waist and coaxed, "Come on, we're an old married couple. Why are you still shy? Just try it. If it really doesn't work and we can't dual cultivate, we'll think of something else. Don't dawdle."

Ye Wuming tilted her head and looked down at his robust body.

After his rebirth, all his old scars had vanished. Now, countless new ones had appeared, hideous and terrifying.

But in Ye Wuming's eyes, each new scar made her heart tremble.

She sighed softly, silently wiping with the wet wipe, moving slowly downward, then pausing. She actually wiped the critical spot.

She really did wipe it... Ye Wuming didn't know what she was doing. Forget it, just treat it as caring for a patient. Other people caring for patients do the same. Don't overthink it.

The cool wet wipe on that spot, combined with their long marriage, didn't really stimulate anything. Zhao Changhe was injured and exhausted, so this little stimulation didn't provoke a reaction.

As she wiped, the caterpillar remained a caterpillar, basically unchanged.

Ye Wuming's expression shifted slightly. The shame of wiping a man there almost vanished. Could it be that he really was broken? If that were the case, this sin would be worse than death. Those women would tear her apart.

But could she be blamed? If they hadn't messed with that voodoo doll, the situation wouldn't have turned out like this...

Zhao Changhe's expression also changed. "No way..."

Ye Wuming forced herself to ask, "You... can you feel it?"

"I can..."

"You can feel it but no reaction?" Ye Wuming's expression grew darker. "Then that means..."

Zhao Changhe's expression was equally grim. "Try without the wet wipe. Use your hand?"

Ye Wuming: "..."

"What are you hesitating for?" Zhao Changhe was getting anxious. "Are you afraid Ye Wuming will see? Who cares about her? This is serious. Even if Ye Wuming were standing right here, I'd shove it in her mouth."

"..." Ye Wuming had rarely seen Zhao Changhe so frantic. She almost wanted to laugh. But with his words, she couldn't laugh. Instead, a surge of malice rose in her. She stuffed the wet wipe into his mouth. "Shove it! Go ahead and shove!"

Stuffed mouth or not, it didn't matter. Zhao Changhe transmitted his thoughts directly: "I want to shove Ye Wuming. Why are you angry?"

"This..." Ye Wuming's eyes rolled coldly. "It's precisely because even at a time like this, you're thinking about Ye Wuming! You like her, don't you!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Changhe was about to find an excuse to argue when the Dragon Sparrow was seized by a jade-like hand and stroked.

Then he couldn't speak anymore. He just lay back.

"Feel anything?" Ye Wuming asked coldly.

Of course he did... And once desire was provoked, it triggered coordinated actions...

Zhao Changhe had been lying on his back, with Ye Wuming sitting beside him wiping. In that position, his right hand could barely reach her waist. But before he knew it, he had moved closer and closer, his head nearly resting on her thigh. The hand that had been on her waist began to caress, then started climbing upward.

Ye Wuming's whole body tensed, and then she watched helplessly as the Dragon Sparrow roared, swelling and growing.

"I see you're perfectly fine!" Ye Wuming grabbed his wandering hand in anger and frustration, about to stand up. "No matter how much you want to dual cultivate, now is not the time. You need to recover some vitality first. Let go!"

If you recover some vitality, then Ye Jiuyou will come out to face you. Then you can do whatever you want. I'm out.

But her abrupt movement to stand up caused Zhao Changhe to be flung aside. His injuries flared up, and he groaned, collapsing onto the bed.

Ye Wuming looked back at his pale face, then at his white hair again. She bit her lip and finally sat back down. She picked up the wet wipe again and wiped the sweat from his forehead, her voice softening. "Alright, we know it's fine. No need to rush."

"How is it fine? It's not as hard as usual."

Ye Wuming thought to herself, I've only seen it before, never touched it. How would I know your usual hardness? But she could only say, "You're weak from your injuries, so of course it's like that. As long as the function is intact, that's enough. Once you recover, it'll be fine."

Zhao Changhe was still unsatisfied. "You're acting weird today... It feels like you're resisting being intimate with me."

Ye Wuming said flatly, "You're overthinking. It's just that your current condition isn't suitable. I can't harm you."

"Alright." Zhao Changhe sighed. "Since it's fine, I'll go back to sleep. When I wake up, I should be much better."

Ye Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. "That's a good boy."

Zhao Changhe pouted. "Kiss me, or I won't sleep."

Ye Wuming: "?"

Seeing Zhao Changhe's confused and suspicious gaze, Ye Wuming was torn.

Are you two really this childish? How old are you, still playing the "kiss me or I won't sleep" game? Even Ruoyu at eight didn't need Yue Hongling to coax her like that!

But if this was a common routine between them, refusing would completely give her away. Zhao Changhe was smart, and he had witnessed the situations with Piaomiao and Cui Yuanyang. If he realized that the person who had just hugged and stroked him was Ye Wuming, she might as well slit her own throat.

Ye Wuming gritted her teeth, slowly bent down and kissed him on the mouth, her hand deliberately stroking him twice more as she murmured softly, "Be good now, sleep well. Tomorrow... tomorrow I'll be with you."

Zhao Changhe's doubts were temporarily eased, and truly exhausted in both mind and body, he soon fell fast asleep.

Ye Wuming stood up, feeling a cold sweat drenching her entire body.

"Hehe." A laugh echoed from her sea of consciousness—Ye Jiuyou's voice.

Ye Wuming's anger flared: "When did you wake up?"

"A while ago, right when you were stroking him." Ye Jiuyou chuckled. "I never imagined Ye Wuming would actually do such a thing—and even more, that she could lose herself so completely, not even noticing I'd awakened in the sea of consciousness."

"What do you mean, 'actually do such a thing'?" Ye Wuming stiffened her neck. "Precisely because I wouldn't, I had to play your role! I don't know what you're so happy about—I've never seen women as sick in the head as you, who only feel joy when their own heads are tinged with green."

"Who can blame you for being Ye Wuming? Seeing you like this, both Piaomiao and I are delighted." Ye Jiuyou grinned. "Whether you're pretending or willing, as long as it's you doing it, I'm happy."

"You're insane."

"Oh, you dare curse me? Believe me, next time I'll just tell him straight: that the woman who helped him this and that, kissed him tenderly, and coaxed him to sleep today was Ye Wuming, not me."

Ye Wuming: "..."

She had thought Ye Jiuyou was in deep meditation, unaware—and that Zhao Changhe would never discuss "last intimacy" with an old flame like Ye Jiuyou, so the matter would pass. But Ye Jiuyou had woken up...

What now?

This Ye Emperor—surely you wouldn't want anyone to know you're this wanton?

Ye Wuming's mind raced, her face expressionless: "Whatever. If I can't hide it, I won't. I was only tending to him anyway—he wanted to see if his function was still there, which is a serious matter of healing. Nothing to be shy about. Say what you like; if you think you can blackmail me, you must still be dreaming."

Ye Jiuyou realized that when this woman gave up and stopped caring, there really was no way to control her. What would it change if Zhao Changhe knew? It would only make him softer toward her, and everyone else unhappier.

Not cute at all—far less charming than Piaomiao's shy, timid ways.

Ye Jiuyou felt rather deflated and yawned: "Forget it. Go into meditation—I'll take over here."

Ye Wuming, drenched in cold sweat, plunged into meditation as fast as an ostrich burying its head in the sand. Whether to tell or not was entirely up to Ye Jiuyou now—whatever, let it be.

Ye Jiuyou, for her part, was too lazy to dwell on it. The reason she had chosen to meditate first and let Ye Wuming tend to Zhao Changhe was that she had misjudged when he would wake up, thinking it wouldn't be so soon. If she had known he'd wake up this quickly, she would have handled all those tests and dual cultivation tasks herself—far more deftly than Ye Wuming. What use was she?

Now, watching Zhao Changhe sleeping peacefully, Ye Jiuyou reached out and gently stroked his body, a little surprised.

Ye Wuming hadn't used any magic—she had wiped him clean like an ordinary mortal, and indeed, he was spotless, not a speck of dust.

So much care...

So, Ye Wuming, is your heart toward him really as hard as your mouth? Probably not.

Ye Jiuyou shook her head, abandoning the idea of wiping him again herself. Her hand began to glow faintly as she pressed it against his various wounds, helping them heal.

...

Healing and meditation—time always flew by.

When Zhao Changhe woke again, Ye Jiuyou was still sitting beside him, gazing at him tenderly: "Awake?"

"Mm... Have you been by my side all this time?"

"Nothing much—just a day and night, a blink of an eye."

Zhao Changhe felt his body—the pain had lessened, and his internal and external injuries were steadily mending: "Only a day and night? How is your healing so effective? That shouldn't be possible..."

Ye Jiuyou smiled faintly: "I've reached the Other Shore. Didn't you notice when you woke last time?"

Last time he had woken up entirely focused on testing dual cultivation functions, so he hadn't paid attention. Zhao Changhe looked at her curiously—how had she reached the Other Shore? Recalling the terrifying power of the Heavenly Book artifact earlier, his heart stirred: "Where is Ye Wuming?"

Ye Jiuyou said irritably, "Ye Wuming, Ye Wuming—all you ever think about is Ye Wuming!"

In Zhao Changhe's eyes, her reaction was the same both times he woke. So Ye Wuming's cosplay was flawless.

He had to say, "I mean, logically, neither of you should have reached the Other Shore so soon. Why the sudden breakthrough? Did Ye Wuming kill herself again and merge with you?"

Ye Jiuyou thought to herself, You know her too well, but replied aloud, "No. She was badly injured and is in a coma. Do you want to see?"

With a flick of her finger, an image of the depths of the Night Palace appeared before them like a mirror.

There lay Ye Wuming's body, still and quiet, like a sleeping beauty.

—She had voluntarily merged with Ye Jiuyou but couldn't bear to destroy her own body, so she had hidden it in the Night Palace.

Zhao Changhe glanced at it, but from such a distance he couldn't sense much, so he said, "As long as she's not dead, that's fine. No need to stare—let me heal first so I can get up."

Ye Jiuyou's eyes twinkled mischievously, and she said in a seductive tone, "Yesterday's test—not hard enough, was it?"

Zhao Changhe said awkwardly, "Weakness from illness—it'll recover in time. Do you have any ideas?"

"Yes, I do." Ye Jiuyou suddenly waved her hand, and Ye Wuming's body appeared beside them, laid out next to Zhao Changhe.

"Men always like the new and tire of the old. You keep talking about Ye Wuming—I bet seeing her would get you more excited, right?" Ye Jiuyou smiled as she began to unbutton Ye Wuming's clothes. "How about a little fun?"

Deep in the sea of consciousness, Ye Wuming opened her eyes: "Ye Jiuyou! How dare you!"

"What do I have to fear?" Ye Jiuyou grinned, maneuvering her own man to press him down onto Ye Wuming's body beside him. "Want to give it a try?"