Chapter 905: Night of Shame

Chapter 905: The Night of Shame

Ye Wuming erupted in unprecedented resistance within Ye Jiuyou's sea of consciousness; before, when Ye Jiuyou tried to kiss Zhao Changhe, the sea only pulled with headaches, but now it churned and overturned heaven and earth.

Two entwined phantom souls grappled, pulling hair and tearing ears, rolling and tumbling in the sea, even the Great Dao was obliterated.

Ye Jiuyou groaned, rolling to the edge of the bed, clutching her head in agony. Ye Wuming's tearing was no easy thing for anyone to endure, and she too could not move...

But before she became immobile, Zhao Changhe had already been flipped onto Ye Wuming's body, pressed down firmly.

Zhao Changhe had no strength left to rescue Ye Jiuyou, who was fighting with her head in her hands nearby; he now lay atop Ye Wuming, pained yet joyful.

The clothes were undone!

The body was fragrant and soft, warm and tender, with a touch like jade and fat, so comfortable he didn't want to rise. Red lips were right before him, a pout away; the body lay at his mercy, his hands resting beside the undulating peaks.

This was Ye Wuming's body.

Eyes closed, exactly matching the image of the blind girl he had always imagined.

To ravish her freely—was this the deepest dream since falling into this world?

What were the Heavenly Dao or the Other Shore compared to this? They all seemed irrelevant.

Yesterday, he had tried so many methods to achieve hardness, but now it rose naturally, bursting as if about to split.

But then again...

It wasn't that he had much integrity, refusing to bully her when she couldn't move. If Ye Wuming were truly unconscious here, Zhao Changhe was sure he would lower his head and bite down, play first, then talk later—she wouldn't know anyway.

But this was not unconsciousness.

There was no soul inside her... Not only no soul, but even no breath; the body was completely still, devoid of any living aura. If not for its lingering warmth, it would be a corpse.

What difference was there from necrophilia?

He couldn't do such a thing; Zhao Changhe didn't think himself that twisted.

If it were truly a corpse, his first reaction should be to find her soul and try to revive her. Zhao Changhe didn't believe Ye Wuming was truly dead—if she were, Ye Jiuyou wouldn't be acting like this.

"Her soul doesn't seem to be here," Zhao Changhe forced out. "Where is she?"

Amid the sisters' struggle, Ye Jiuyou only managed to toss out a few words: "Right here."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

He didn't understand "right here." Did it mean the soul was still in the body, but he was too weak to sense it?

If it was still in the body, that meant it wasn't a corpse, just deep coma?

In a coma, should he try the Revitalization Art?

Without a word, Zhao Changhe kissed down, directly parting her teeth.

Ye Wuming, still grappling with Ye Jiuyou, went mad: "Stop!"

"Ha ha ha ha! Ouch..." Ye Jiuyou laughed until her belly ached, then was shoved aside by the frantic Ye Wuming, nearly losing control of her own body, and quickly counterattacked to suppress her.

Ye Wuming was furious and aggrieved; after all, she had given away control, and taking it back from Ye Jiuyou was harder than reaching the sky. Never had she regretted her self-destructive plan as much as at this moment—if she had known, why consider self-destruction? She should have blown up these dogs and bitches.

Now? Pinned to the side, watching someone else play with her body... Even the videos she watched on Earth didn't have this kind of scene—at most, something similar where a husband was pinned to watch another man kiss his wife.

The feeling must be comparable.

"I want to go back!" Ye Wuming struggled desperately. "Ye Jiuyou, I will never stand with you!"

Just yesterday, she said she wasn't split-personality, that she willingly offered fusion and wouldn't want separation... In just one day, she regretted so much she wanted to bang her head against a wall.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Ye Jiuyou was overjoyed, generously sharing the entire scene with Piaomiao.

"Pfft..." Piaomiao, usually so calm, rolled on the ground laughing in Miaojiang.

Sisi peeked over: "Sister Piaomiao, who is the master playing with?"

"Good, good, use that word, it's perfect." Piaomiao was delighted. "Say more, I love hearing it."

Sisi: "..."

This gentle sister had gone mad.

And here I am jealous—aren't you?

Sisi scratched her head, her gaze falling on the mirror image. The face being kissed looked so much like Sister Jiuyou, and a bit like a mature Ruoyu.

Sisi's scalp tingled.

Ye Wuming?

Zhao Changhe had no idea about all the drama among the women; he was still gathering the little strength he had barely recovered, driving the Revitalization Art to help Ye Wuming awaken. Too weak to sense the soul, he was nonetheless sure this wasn't a corpse—she wasn't dead.

Because the body operated on its own, just like a normal person's: blood circulation, energy flow, all normal. There was even a small residual internal injury, from before this battle when Luo Chuan had struck her, now beginning to heal under the Revitalization Art. This was definitely not a corpse; it was alive.

More intuitively, under the stimulation of his kiss, breath transfer, and the Revitalization Art, her face grew even rosier, delicate and tempting.

Ye Wuming, still entangled with Ye Jiuyou, grew even more frantic. Yesterday, when Zhao Changhe kissed Ye Jiuyou's body, she felt it; now, kissing her own body, she still felt it... The deeper the kiss, the stronger the sensation, the softer her soul, the less she could fight Ye Jiuyou, losing even the last chance to turn things around.

But besides anger, there was a complex feeling in her heart.

He was so wounded, with only a little strength, yet he poured it all into her body to drive the Revitalization Art and heal her, not to take liberties.

Though the healing process was a bit...

You transfer breath, fine, but what are your hands doing?

You're touching!

And pinching!

No, wait... You're not really thinking of going in, are you?

Thankfully, no... Soon, Zhao Changhe exhausted his energy, lying wearily on Ye Wuming's body, panting, looking more and more like a post-coital sage in repose.

Ye Wuming: "..."

Zhao Changhe pulled his lips away, turning to Ye Jiuyou with confusion: "Strange, I clearly feel the soul isn't lost, she's obviously alive, but after so long of Revitalization Art and breath transfer, there's still no awakening reaction. What's gone wrong?"

Ye Jiuyou, exhausted from dealing with the rampaging Ye Wuming, was also panting hard: "I don't know, you study it slowly. So, how's the feel?"

"Cough." Zhao Changhe couldn't praise Ye Wuming in front of Ye Jiuyou, so he just said, "So-so."

Ye Wuming wanted to curse.

Ye Jiuyou snorted: "So, you finally managed to recover a bit of energy, and you gave it all to her?"

"No, I kept a fuse for self-recovery."

"I have a suggestion."

"What?"

"Plunder her essence," Ye Jiuyou said matter-of-factly. "Her body has terrifyingly abundant energy, but she can't respond to dual cultivation, so it's become a one-way gift—essentially, she's plundering you. Look at yourself, still being plundered? The fastest way to recover is to plunder her instead..."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Forget it, I know you can't do such a vicious thing." Ye Jiuyou lay on her side, propping her cheek, pouting. "You say you're angry with her, and we know you are, but what you're doing now doesn't look like revenge. Remember, Piaomiao and I both hate her; if you keep this up, we won't be happy."

Zhao Changhe could only say, "Plundering is indeed improper. Tell me what else to do, and I'll follow."

"Play with her," Ye Jiuyou said with a grin. "Yesterday, I said, shove it in her mouth... hmm..."

Ye Jiuyou clutched her head as the seas of her consciousness churned once more, locked in a fierce, chaotic clash with Ye Wuming.

Zhao Changhe cast a strange glance at Ye Jiuyou, sensing that she too had fallen ill; how could she possibly be in the mood to amuse herself with a soulless puppet? Quickly leaving Ye Wuming's body, he gathered Ye Jiuyou into his arms and asked, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing, it is nothing..." Ye Jiuyou gritted her teeth. "Go play with her, why are you bothering with me?"

Zhao Changhe replied in a huff, "Stop acting so willfully. You are far more important than she is."

Ye Jiuyou blinked her eyes, her fleeting fit of pique instantly vanishing without a trace, leaving her entirely pacified.

Within the sea of consciousness, Ye Wuming also grew still, falling into a tense silence.

"What exactly is going on?" Zhao Changhe channeled a wisp of spiritual energy to investigate. "Strange, I cannot detect any ailment or injury within you. What could this be?"

Ye Jiuyou found it somewhat amusing; currently, he was as weak as a novice, so how could he possibly discern the complex entanglements and upheavals of their souls at the Paramita realm?

Yet, his anxious concern pleased her immensely: "This affliction of mine is rather peculiar... well, you may consider it the result of overexertion from healing you earlier. Go ahead and handle her; the moment my mood improves, my illness will fade. The more variations you try, the faster I shall recover."

"What utter nonsense." Zhao Changhe leaned down to press his lips against hers, activating the Rejuvenation Mantra. "Rest for now, and let me try to nourish you."

Feeling the man's tender care, Ye Jiuyou’s heart softened; her eyelashes trembled slightly as she closed her eyes, eagerly meeting his embrace.

At this moment, any desire to exact vengeance upon Ye Wuming was cast to the winds. She had a man to cherish her, but did Wuming? In his heart, she was far more precious.

She responded to his kisses for a time, and as she felt the weight of his body pressing down, a wave of passion overtook her, prompting her to murmur, "It seems I have recovered quite well today... should we... try dual cultivation?"

Zhao Changhe naturally had no objections; yesterday's testing had been precisely for this purpose, as the presence of dual cultivation drastically altered the efficiency of his healing.

Thus, he gently unfastened Ye Jiuyou’s long gown, attending to her with exquisite care before shifting over her.

Ye Jiuyou comfortably cradled the man's head, slightly tilting her delicate chin up, inwardly noting that his remarkable vigor today was entirely thanks to the stimulation provided by Ye Wuming's body; otherwise, given his state yesterday, dual cultivation would have been impossible. In her mind, she silently addressed her sister: "Thanks, you are of some use after all. Next time, I shall grant you the privilege of helping my husband get ready first."

Ye Wuming was so incensed she nearly shut herself out completely.

What infuriated her most was that while her own body had experienced sensations just moments ago, now that Ye Jiuyou was engaging in dual cultivation, Ye Jiuyou felt everything as well.

While Piaomiao and Cui Yuanang merely shared their sensations, Wuming’s plight was the opposite—the feelings of both bodies converged upon her alone, making it feel as though she herself was being taken, regardless of who was being touched.

Simultaneously, Zhao Changhe was experiencing an intense thrill, for Ye Wuming's body lay right beside them... coupling with Jiuyou in her presence felt in every way like enjoying a pair of sisters together.

Furthermore, if he truly wished to indulge in both at once, it would be an effortless task... it was merely a question of whether he desired to take her.

The psychological impact of this situation on the man was readily apparent; originally, in his weakened state, the ideal position would have been Jiuyou on top, but at this moment, Zhao Changhe could not bear to yield, insisting on taking the reins himself.

Ye Jiuyou felt her husband’s passionate exertion and thoroughly enjoyed it; her mind began to flicker with playful notions again, her eyes darting about as she murmured in a seductive tone, "Changhe~"

Zhao Changhe inquired, "What is it?"

Ye Jiuyou bit her lower lip. "Shall we try something different?"

"What ideas do you have?"

Ye Jiuyou cast a sideways glance at the form beside them, looking upon Ye Wuming’s jade-white, flawless body, and giggled, "I feel the bedboards are a bit too hard."

This bed belonged to the Night Palace, crafted entirely from celestial treasures and woven silks; it could not possibly be hard... yet without requiring further explanation, Zhao Changhe understood exactly what she meant—she wished to be laid atop Ye Wuming...

Since Jiuyou had proposed it herself, she harbored no psychological reservations whatsoever; Zhao Changhe instantly lifted the beauty beneath him, turning to press her down directly over Ye Wuming.

Ye Wuming thought, "The moment I get out, I will kill you both, without fail!"

Never had she regretted her suicide as much as she did today; such an action truly should never have been taken, and Zhao Changhe’s previous attempt to stop her had been correct... she had been wrong...

Once the rhythm of dual cultivation commenced, time became an agonizingly protracted affair; Ye Wuming had no idea how long she suffered within Ye Jiuyou's sea of consciousness, tormented until her mind grew utterly dazed, yet she could perceive no sign of the wretched pair stopping.

Even with an injured and weakened body, he remained so aggressively untiring that the wounds on certain parts of his skin tore open and bled, yet he showed no intention of ending. Ye Wuming felt that the phrase "dying beneath a woman’s skirt" was perfectly suited for Zhao Changhe.

"Sooner or later, you will perish upon a woman's belly, you bastard!"

Ye Wuming cursed through gritted teeth, though she actually misjudged Zhao Changhe to some extent.

For while Zhao Changhe had initially relished the shared physical sensations of the sisters, that soon ceased to be his primary focus. The fundamental purpose of dual cultivation was spiritual refinement rather than carnal indulgence; during the process, he quickly connected with Ye Jiuyou's current Paramita realm, and the spiritual sharing of this profound state soon swept all other thoughts away, immersing him in deep comprehension.

Confronting the Paramita realm directly before and withstanding that critical strike had already provided vital inspiration for Zhao Changhe's own understanding of the Paramita. Now, engaging in dual cultivation with a Paramita entity allowed that door to be flung wide open, revealing the entire vista before him.

It turned out that the current Jiuyou was not merely capable of creation; she could already define rules.

The Heavenly Dao of a realm was inherently capable of defining rules... at least within a given framework.

Zhao Changhe pondered vaguely: if one day even the framework itself could be cast aside at will, resulting in the creation of rules, would that be a realm beyond the Paramita?

That step was somewhat distant, yet he seemed to have already caught sight of the threshold. As expected, only by pushing open one door could one behold the others. And to perceive a more distant door meant that one foot had already crossed the current threshold.

When one was already considering the creation of rules, the act of defining rules became relatively simple, laid out directly before him.

Consequently, the healing of his internal injuries began to accelerate, and his strength returned in greater measures; his initially weak and forced exertions grew increasingly formidable as the dual cultivation progressed.

Ye Wuming rolled her eyes within the sea of consciousness.

Ye Jiuyou was likewise rolling her eyes: "Changhe..."

"Hmm?" Zhao Changhe recalled his focus, seeing Ye Jiuyou slumped like melting clay over Ye Wuming, virtually incapable of further movement.

"I can do no more, you may take her," Ye Jiuyou spoke weakly.

Ye Wuming froze in absolute horror.

At any other time, Zhao Changhe might possess enough moral restraint to refrain from defiling her chastity in this manner, but mid-battle, with the arrow already notched upon the bowstring, one could never gamble on a saint's morality!

Just as tension peaked, a fragrant breeze swept through the room as Piaomiao arrived: "Are you finished? I want a turn as well."

Piaomiao cared little for other matters, but she was exceptionally eager for anything that would discomfit Ye Wuming.

Ye Wuming: "..."

She knew not whether she should heave a sigh of relief or fly into a rage.

Would you people ever give it a rest?

Ye Jiuyou rolled lazily to one side, laughing languidly, "I knew you would be unable to restrain yourself."

Piaomiao huffed twice, casually pinching Ye Wuming's chest. "She is nothing special after all."

With those words, she arranged Ye Wuming into a kneeling, prostrate posture and sat upon her back, opening her arms wide: "Changhe, hold me."

Ye Wuming went berserk once more, engaging in another frantic struggle against Ye Jiuyou.

Regrettably, both sisters had just been reduced to breathless exhaustion; their current clash was less a battle and more like the feeble swatting of kittens.

On the other side, Zhao Changhe had already laid Piaomiao flat against Ye Wuming's back, initiating a new round of cultivation.

In truth, this was the very first time Piaomiao and Ye Jiuyou had joined Zhao Changhe together; ordinarily, both were prideful, peerless demon gods, and only when it came to tormenting Ye Wuming could they cast aside all reservations.

Then, Piaomiao uttered a soft exclamation of surprise.

She suddenly felt the intent of Jiuyou and the insights of the Paramita being transmitted from Zhao Changhe's side, functioning precisely like a conduit station.

Previously, Zhao Changhe had considered that the Ye sisters might not necessarily need to fuse to become whole; could they perhaps utilize him as an intermediary to allow each to comprehend the other’s essence, thereby achieving a different form of completeness? It was unfortunate that the prospect of the Ye sisters dual cultivating was fraught with difficulty, so he could let Jiuyou and Piaomiao test it first.

To his surprise, the experiment proved successful here; it was indeed possible.

The domains of Piaomiao and Jiuyou differed vastly, and Piaomiao's cultivation was highly unique; it remained uncertain how much benefit she could derive from this transmission, as theoretically, it was immensely difficult for her to break through to the Paramita. Yet if the other party were Ye Wuming, the results might well be extraordinary...

Ye Wuming remained entirely unaware that the primary thoughts of the wretched pair were now centered on cultivation; she only felt that she had not only served to arouse him beforehand but had also become the binding agent facilitating Zhao Changhe's harmonious absorption of both powers—a realization of her own utility so humiliating it made her long for death. Though her body remained unviolated, this was already a thorough and absolute violation of her dignity.

This humiliation endured for an indiscernible length of time as the sun rose and the moon set over the mortal realm, until the crowing of roosters signaled the dawn.

Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao had each been thoroughly sated through countless rounds, lying sprawled to the left and right in absolute comfort, their faces radiant as they absorbed the spiritual insights gained from this mediated dual cultivation.

Zhao Changhe, however, did not linger to share in the post-coital tenderness; instead, he knelt astride Ye Wuming's body and began to wipe down his weapon.

It can't be helped, too accustomed.

Ye Wuming, burning with shame and fury, suddenly unleashed unprecedented power. A part of her soul tore free from its union with Ye Jiuyou and returned to her own body.

Zhao Changhe was earnestly cleaning his gun when he saw Ye Wuming, who had been lying supine and unresisting all day, open her eyes.

The rage in her eyes could have razed the entire Night Palace.

"Zhao! Chang! He! I want you dead!"