Chapter 906: Collecting Some Interest

Chapter 906: Collecting Some Interest

"Crack..."

Something snapped.

It was the bed leg.

In her fury, Ye Wuming exerted force, and the entire large bed collapsed instantly, sending all four of them tumbling down.

Before they even hit the ground, Ye Wuming's hand was already slashing toward Longque. Zhao Changhe broke out in a cold sweat and moved swiftly to catch her wrist.

Zhao Changhe had just undergone a round of intense dual cultivation, and the results were excellent. That was dual cultivation with a Paragon—theoretically, it could even be considered dual Paragon sisters—and with the aid of Piaomiao's energy channels, his condition, which had been so injured he could barely move, had improved greatly. Though still far from full recovery, it was no longer an obstacle to normal movement.

But facing a rampaging Ye Wuming in this state, he was clearly no match for even a single blow. He felt Longque was doomed.

Unexpectedly, he actually caught her. But she quickly broke free and struck his chest with a palm.

That brief delay gave Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao, on either side, the chance to act simultaneously, grabbing Ye Wuming's hands from left and right.

"Bang!" Only then did the four of them hit the ground along with the collapsed bed, showing just how lightning-fast and hair-trigger this battle to protect Longque had been.

It turned out that Ye Wuming at this moment was merely a sliver of her separated soul returning to her body, with her main soul still entangled inside Ye Jiuyou, so the strength her body could exert was quite ordinary.

Thus, the scene became Ye Wuming with her arms spread and pinned on both sides, Zhao Changhe lying on top of her, his knees pressing firmly against her thighs.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, as if time had stopped.

This situation seemed even worse than when he had been playing dead earlier. It would have been better to keep playing dead, eyes closed, pretending to know nothing.

And now?

Being pinned like this while awake—it was the very picture of a rape position!

Even if Ye Wuming had ten epochs, she would never have imagined facing such a scene one day.

Ye Wuming's mind went blank for a brief moment, then she struggled desperately: "If you have the guts, kill me!"

Zhao Changhe said, "That line would have more flavor with a 'gulp' at the end."

Ye Wuming: "?"

Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao exchanged glances, looking baffled. In truth, they both rather hoped Ye Wuming would be violated—the thrill of revenge would surpass everything else.

But Zhao Changhe's inexplicable remark shattered the atmosphere completely. The two of them looked at each other with odd expressions. Ye Wuming stopped struggling; the more she struggled, the more humiliating it became. Zhao Changhe didn't seem intent on taking liberties either, just lying there pressing her down.

Was it because he had already reached a state of satiety?

Time seemed to pause again for a moment, then Zhao Changhe said, "Still want to kill me?"

Meaning: if you don't intend to kill me, I'll let you go.

Ye Wuming still said, "Kill me."

Zhao Changhe directly kissed her: "Do you really think I'm holding back easily? Since you want to die, let me enjoy myself before you do."

Ye Wuming's eyes widened, and her lips were thoroughly kissed.

And Zhao Changhe's hands were free, so he unceremoniously climbed to new heights, fondling wantonly.

A dizzying sensation surged into her mind, and her brain went blank again.

Only then did she realize that whether it was the earlier state of being kissed and given breath while playing dead, or the forced dual cultivation while inside Ye Jiuyou's body, the feeling was incomparable to being kissed on her own body in person.

Both physically and psychologically.

Physically, even if the first two allowed shared sensations, they were still one step removed and not as direct. Psychologically, it was even more devastating—this was truly her own self being kissed by a man, her wide eyes filled with his face so close, her nostrils filled with his breath, her mouth and tongue filled with his scent.

Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao, one on each side, looked overjoyed.

What revenge could compare to this? Ye Wuming, you've finally met your match!

Piaomiao unceremoniously activated the power of the mountains and rivers, broadcasting live to all her sisters.

Until Ye Wuming's mind slightly recovered from the blankness, Zhao Changhe also pulled back a little, panting as he asked, "Are you feeling resentful?"

Ye Wuming gritted her teeth and glared at him hatefully.

"What's there to resent? You've offended so many people; sooner or later, you'd face retribution. Dying and ending it all? It's not that easy." Zhao Changhe panted, "Come to think of it, you always want to take others down with you—isn't that because you sensed this day coming and subconsciously wanted to avoid it?"

Ye Wuming said nothing.

Earlier, Ye Jiuyou had said something similar. Though she hadn't thought about it carefully, now she had to admit there was some truth to it.

Perhaps subconsciously, she did want to escape, especially from facing such a scene.

But with karma laid out before her, did she have to endure this once to settle the grievances?

Yet earlier, Zhao Changhe hadn't taken advantage even when given the chance by the witch's lust spell. Why was he so unrestrained now? Because Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao were present? Or because... he was still just using this method to dispel her death wish?

Sure enough, Zhao Changhe said, "I know you're resentful. After all, this time, it was because we used the witch's spell that the external enemy invaded and wounded you, and then you unleashed some unknown technique and fell unconscious... You ended up in this state fighting the enemy, and we took the chance to mess with you. You must be bitter about it, and I can't bring myself to do such a shabby thing."

Ye Wuming finally replied coldly, "What do you mean 'can't bring yourself'? Haven't you already done it?"

Zhao Changhe said, "This counts as already doing it? Do you think my Longque is useless?"

Ye Wuming: "..."

Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao nearly burst out laughing.

Zhao Changhe finally said, "This is just collecting some interest. But if you still want to die, I'll really go all the way."

Ye Wuming turned her head away without answering.

Zhao Changhe pressed, "So, want to give it a try?"

Ye Wuming replied very helplessly, "No."

She knew he was still trying to save her, but at this moment, the taste in Ye Wuming's heart was hard to describe—I no longer want to die, so why do you have to say all this?

Forcing her to answer such a question, answering weakly and humiliatingly—she might as well have died.

But Zhao Changhe was quite satisfied as he left her body and stood up, looking like he was dressing after the act: "Since you don't want to die, I suppose now you'll want to take revenge on us..."

Ye Wuming struggled with her hands again, but this time Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao didn't keep holding her; they let go with smiles.

Ye Wuming rubbed her wrists and said coldly, "If you let me go like this, you'll regret it."

"Really? That's not bad. We want to keep taking revenge on you, and you want to take revenge on us—so let's see who has the bigger fist." Zhao Changhe finished dressing and turned with a smile: "Today you're resentful, so I only collected interest. If one day I make you submit, will that be the end between us?"

Ye Wuming just stared at him coldly, without answering.

But Zhao Changhe ignored her, leaving Ye Wuming to curl up in a corner of the collapsed bed like a girl who had just been humiliated, while he turned to Ye Jiuyou and said, "That corpse puppet of yours—how did you use it before?"

Ye Jiuyou, also dressing, replied lazily, "It injured its own heart meridian, but the main body is still there."

Zhao Changhe said, "So, if we want to trace Luochuan's location from it, it's still possible?"

"It's possible, but Luochuan probably knows we're playing this trick and will have defenses against it. We don't know how badly he's injured now, or how effective those defenses can be."

"At best, what can they do?"

"They can backfire, so I dare not use it recklessly."

As they spoke, the three of them sat down at the table in the room, and Piaomiao picked up the wine pot to warm the wine.

Ye Wuming huddled on the bed, speechless with frustration. This was the Night Palace—did they think it was their own home?

Oh, right, now her main soul was still inside Ye Jiuyou, and Ye Jiuyou was now the ruler of the Three Realms, and the Night Palace was hers too... So it really was their home. Ye Wuming rubbed her head in headache, silently bowing her head to tie her sash.

This scene was so absurd that Ye Wuming's mind was utterly blank.

From today onward, her dignity had been thoroughly trampled into the mud. She no longer even knew what to do with this body—scatter it and seem weak, or keep it here for what purpose, for him to casually squeeze like a doll?

And then there was her soul—should she let the remnant soul in this body return to Ye Jiuyou, or try to separate the main soul entangled with Ye Jiuyou back into her own body?

If she wanted to separate it, she couldn't do it alone; at the very least, she'd need Ye Jiuyou's cooperation, and preferably Zhao Changhe and Piaomiao's help, since they had experience with such matters.

So, was she supposed to beg them? Beg this criminal gang that had just toyed with her and nearly raped her?

Hearing Ye Jiuyou say, "It can backfire, so I dare not use it recklessly," Ye Wuming finally found an opening: "I have a way to prevent him from backfiring."

The dogs and bitches turned to look at her, their gazes carrying a different meaning than usual.

Before, when she said such things, everyone thought Ye Wuming was truly formidable, capable of things others couldn't. Now, no matter what she said, the image of her nearly being violated stubbornly lingered in their minds.

"Cough." Zhao Changhe cleared his throat. "Dressed?"

That remark... Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao held back their laughter, turning their heads away, while Ye Wuming's face remained expressionless.

Zhao Changhe coughed again. "Sit. Have some wine."

Ye Wuming simply sat down, facing Zhao Changhe. "The urgent matter is indeed to locate Luochuan's position, ideally to monitor what he's doing. But in our current state, we can't do that."

Zhao Changhe asked, "Why?"

"Because I'm not in good shape." Ye Wuming said flatly. "Do you think a Ye Wuming who can be pinned down and immobilized by you can perform at full strength?"

"No, but I do like the Ye Wuming who can be pinned down and immobilized by me."

Ye Wuming held a glass of wine and nearly threw it at him.

Ye Jiuyou laughed from the side. "So, you mean you need to separate? But if we're united, can't we do everything together?"

Ye Wuming's face was blank. "I don't want to merge with a dog."

Ye Jiuyou smiled sweetly. "But just now, it was you in the dog-like position."

"Slap." Ye Wuming crushed the glass.

Piaomiao looked up at the sky.

The one who had arranged her in that position was right here.

So Ye Wuming didn't refuse to merge with a dog—she refused to be arranged like a dog again. She no longer wanted any proactive merging; she only wanted to return to her true self and then kill these dogs.

Zhao Changhe stroked his chin, finally understanding... He hadn't grasped Ye Wuming's situation before, but after these exchanges, he instantly got it. So the two sisters had indeed merged earlier, which was why Jiuyou broke through to the Other Shore and Luochuan took a hit from that level.

Didn't that mean that when he and Jiuyou were cultivating together, he was essentially already sleeping with Ye Wuming?

Ye Jiuyou was now arguing with Ye Wuming: "You said it yourself earlier—separating now would hinder Changhe's recovery and our understanding of the Other Shore. It's only been a day, and you're changing your mind?"

Ye Wuming slammed the table. "Why don't you ask what you've done?"

Ye Jiuyou sneered. "As long as I don't agree, you can't separate!"

Ye Wuming sneered back. "Then forget about finding Luochuan. Let him come knocking again!"

With that, she slammed the table and left, unwilling to face this pack of dogs and bitches any longer, leaving them to chat in her room.

The negotiation had collapsed before it even began.

Since it had collapsed, her first move was to hide this body somewhere Ye Jiuyou couldn't find it.

Ye Wuming slipped away to the Night Palace's hub, where she saw Ling Ruoyu sitting with the Star River Sword in her arms, eyes closed in meditation, oblivious to what her parents had just endured.

Seeing Ye Wuming appear, Ling Ruoyu opened her eyes and smiled with clear, foolish innocence: "Seeing Mother safe, I'm relieved. Earlier, the Night Palace couldn't sense your presence; I thought something had happened... Mother, take back the Night Palace's control hub."

Ye Wuming's anger melted away at her child's clear smile, her mood lifting. Away from those dogs and bitches, she unexpectedly had a moment alone with her daughter—it was nice.

She instinctively ruffled Ling Ruoyu's hair and said softly, "Don't worry. How could anything happen to me? The Night Palace is yours; no need to take it back."

Ling Ruoyu sniffled, her expression curious: "Have Father and Mother made up?"

Ye Wuming: "?"

"Mother has his scent on her..." Ling Ruoyu's eyes darted over Ye Wuming's neck and collarbone, where the hickeys were so vivid. The girl blushed, turned her head, and fell silent.

Ye Wuming quickly covered her neck, both embarrassed and annoyed: "That's not true!"

"Ah? Not true..." Ling Ruoyu pursed her lips, looking disappointed as she lowered her head.

Seeing the girl's expression, Ye Wuming said crossly, "What, do you want me to be with him that way?"

"No." Ling Ruoyu murmured, "It's just that other children have their parents together."

Ye Wuming: "..."

Her head began to ache again. She pressed her temples, leaning against the observatory platform, eyes closed in silence.

A gentle touch came at her temples. Ye Wuming opened her eyes to see Ling Ruoyu sitting beside her, massaging her temples with focused, earnest attention.

Ye Wuming stared at her, and an involuntary ripple stirred in her heart. Like a stone thrown into an already unsettled lake, it sent circles spreading outward.

The ripples were seven or eight times stronger than those from being pinned down and kissed just moments ago.

"You..." She hesitated, then finally asked softly, "Weren't you quite resentful of me before? Didn't want to be with me?"

Ling Ruoyu said quietly, "The memories of Star River are blurry... I only know that since we reunited, Mother has been very kind to me..."

Ye Wuming closed her eyes and said nothing more.

She had meant to ask about the love letter, but now she no longer had the heart... and it seemed unnecessary. Zhao Changhe's attitude toward her had been influenced by that letter, making him more proactive and domineering, with that smug look of "I know you have feelings for me," all because of the letter's misunderstanding.

But things had gone this far—could she still tell him, "That letter wasn't from me; you owe me for all that groping and kissing"?

Or should she hang up the girl gently massaging her mother and beat her, blaming her for everything?

Forget it.

Ye Wuming's multi-core CPU unconsciously turned back to the room where those dogs and bitches were drinking and talking. Zhao Changhe was saying to Ye Jiuyou, "Stop clinging to Ye Wuming's soul. If you need to separate, let her go."

Ye Jiuyou laughed. "What, don't you enjoy being able to play with her like this? Once separated, no one can control Ye Wuming, and she might even kill you."

"She won't kill me..." Zhao Changhe said softly. "That letter of hers..."

Ye Wuming: "..."

Zhao Changhe gazed absently at the wine glass in his hand, continuing as if talking to himself: "Besides, what stirs my desire and thoughts has always been the Ye Wuming who hangs high above the heavens."