Chapter 907: This Night, the Wind Is Drunk

Chapter 907: This Night, the Wind is Drunk

Zhao Changhe’s words fell on different ears, evoking different impressions.

Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao both felt this was like swarming in while Ye Wuming was weak—not only would Ye Wuming herself not accept it, but Zhao Changhe would also lack a sense of conquest, and taking her by force would leave a bitter taste. Zhao Changhe wasn’t that kind of person either.

But to Ye Wuming’s ears, the sentiment was quite complicated... She could hear that in Zhao Changhe’s heart, she truly held a very special place.

He said, you are my boss.

A boss has a sense of sanctity.

If anything violated the image of his boss, he would feel that shouldn’t be Ye Wuming, and he didn’t want to obtain such a Ye Wuming.

It was like players from Earth challenging a dungeon—if they cleared it after the officials nerfed it, it felt bland; if they cleared it before the nerf, they could brag about it for life. This mindset was hard to explain to non-gamers. Wasn’t it still cleared? The rewards were the same, so what difference did it make? There was a difference.

Ye Wuming had seen all sorts of messy things from Earth, but she had never played games, so she didn’t quite understand this mentality. In conventional understanding, this was affection—unwilling to even let it tarnish the image in his heart.

Ye Jiuyou was saying, “Forget it, I never wanted to merge with her anyway. Who wants to merge with a dog?”

Ye Wuming: “...”

“The only reason I kept pestering was for revenge—watching her furious and flustered is especially amusing.” Ye Jiuyou said, “Since you also think we should separate, let’s try to separate. But relying solely on ourselves without external force is a bit difficult.”

Piaomiao, sipping wine on the side, said cheerfully, “Changhe has separated me and Yangyang before; he’s quite experienced. But Changhe is badly injured now, so he probably can’t do it. We need to heal him first. There are actually many healing treasures in Ye Palace, but unfortunately, we haven’t subdued Ye Wuming yet, so I don’t know if she’s willing to hand them over.”

What do you mean by “subdued”? Piaomiao, has your way of speaking already become like this? Ye Wuming lamented in pain.

What pained her even more was that Ye Jiuyou didn’t know what was in Ye Palace, but Piaomiao did... Piaomiao, a friend from the previous era, had visited Ye Palace many times and seen many places, including the wine she was drinking now—who knew if it stirred any memories.

Ye Jiuyou said, “She can’t refuse to hand them over. Who was Changhe injured for? Does she have the nerve to hoard medicine?”

With that, she called out in her consciousness, “Hey, where’s the medicine? Why didn’t you take it out earlier?”

Ye Wuming replied irritably, “He was unconscious earlier—how could he take medicine?”

“I could feed him mouth to mouth, or you could do it that way if you want.”

“Get lost.”

“Oh, putting on airs now? Weren’t you just enjoying being nibbled on? Your face all flushed, eyes all watery.”

Ye Wuming wanted to sue her for slander—she had been furious enough to kill just now, including now: “I owed him plenty before, but that’s all paid off now. If you want me to hand over medicine now, dream on.”

“Giving him medicine is to help us separate sooner, so do you want to separate or not?” Ye Jiuyou blinked. “Oh, I see—you don’t want medicine, so we’ll have to dual cultivate more. You want us to dual cultivate more with him, so you can enjoy it more in my consciousness?”

“...Go get the medicine from Ruoyu.” Ye Wuming tossed out that line and went silent.

Ye Jiuyou relayed to Zhao Changhe, “Ye Wuming says we should dual cultivate more.”

Zhao Changhe gave her a suspicious look. Would Ye Wuming say that? Had she acquired a taste for it?

That said, dual cultivation could heal injuries, but it probably couldn’t fix his white hair problem. If this wasn’t resolved, he didn’t dare face the other women now—afraid of getting beaten. He didn’t yet know that the live feed of him bullying Ye Wuming had already been broadcast in real time, and his white-haired appearance had long been seen by all the women.

That beating was inevitable sooner or later.

But this hair problem was actually easy to solve—it was just a matter of vitality. A period of cultivation in the lotus pond of the Nine Abyss would do the trick.

Thinking this, he said, “Should we go back to the Nine Abyss? If we’re going to dual cultivate, the effect there is stronger than anywhere else.”

Piaomiao understood his intention clearly and laughed, “No need. The white hair is a trivial issue. That lotus platform originally grew in Ye Palace; the Ye Palace lotus pond still retains some of its essence. For such a small matter, we can do it right there—it’s also a chance to revisit old grounds.”

Zhao Changhe was intrigued. He remembered sneaking into Ye Palace with Piaomiao back then, every step fraught with danger, nearly getting shattered by Ye Wuming’s fist.

Now he could openly go there and indulge, while Ye Wuming could only glare helplessly.

Just for that feeling, it was worth going to have some fun... He had to admit, Piaomiao had turned bad—who knew how much she’d been corrupted by Yangyang...

...

The moon was bright, the stars sparse.

Ye Wuming sat side by side with Ling Ruoyu on the observation deck, their heads together over a celestial book, teaching Ling Ruoyu cultivation.

Ling Ruoyu, following Yue Hongling, had only learned swordsmanship—nothing else. That was a pity for her Star River attribute, and even more regrettable for Ye Wuming, who was the best in the world yet had never taught her own daughter a single word.

Earlier, she had wanted to bring Ling Ruoyu to Ye Palace to raise herself, but Ling Ruoyu refused, nearly causing a rift.

Now that Zhao Changhe had moved into Ye Palace with those two sluts, no matter how disgusting other things were, there was one benefit: Ling Ruoyu could stay here peacefully without having to choose whom to follow.

On the surface, after the sisters merged, Ye Palace belonged to Ye Jiuyou, but it was far from that. At least Ye Jiuyou didn’t even know where the medicine was, nor did she understand the various mystical controls of Ye Palace. Ye Wuming could actually activate the palace’s restrictions to drive the scoundrels out.

The reason she endured the discomfort of those dogs occupying her nest and indulging themselves, without activating the palace’s restrictions to expel them, was solely to spend more time with her daughter and teach her some things that belonged to a mother.

The sight of mother and daughter studying side by side was quite beautiful, and it brought Ye Wuming comfort.

Ruoyu’s talent was extraordinary—she grasped whatever was taught, which was truly uplifting.

“So, according to the time path and life path presented in the celestial book, it’s possible to reverse Daddy’s white hair, right?” Ling Ruoyu was asking.

Ye Wuming was startled. The little girl, while studying, was actually thinking about how to cure Zhao Changhe... What kind of dumb luck did that stinking bear have? Not only were the women around him all devoted to him, but even his child was.

She could only answer, “Theoretically, yes.”

Ling Ruoyu said, “But Mother and Aunt Jiuyou are merged—such methods should be easy for you. Why can’t you directly cast a spell to heal Daddy? Is it because Mother is in poor condition and lacks strength?”

“Not exactly...” Ye Wuming lectured, “Everything is relative. On the surface, Zhao Changhe’s condition seems easy to fix, but in reality, he’s bearing the power of the Heavenly Dao—that’s different. Our abilities can counteract the Heavenly Dao’s power, but we still need other external forces to tip the balance, which is where medicine comes in. So in many cases, spells cannot fully replace the effects of medicine. In their cultivation world, this is even more pronounced—elixirs play a special role.”

Ling Ruoyu pondered, “If we introduce elixirs, talismans, and artifacts, can we elevate our realm?”

Ye Wuming listened with great satisfaction, “No—these things were already part of our realm, just suppressed. In other words, even if they fully recover, it’s merely the complete effect of the celestial book, not an elevation. From the perspective of the entire universe, the celestial book is ultimately just one artifact; it cannot possess the status of the universe.”

“So we need to go beyond.”

“Yes. When I named you Star River, I wasn’t referring to the stars of this world, but to the vast, boundless cosmic starry sky. When we completely transcend this world, using the night sky as a blanket and lying drunk among the stars—that is my wish.”

“I understand.” Ling Ruoyu nodded seriously. “Before, Mother always wanted to perish together with the enemy, but in truth, you entrusted your wish to Daddy, letting him fulfill it for you. Just like you passed the Night Emperor to him... Because Mother knew that his aspirations were the same as yours. The more I watched him grow, the more I looked forward to that day.”

Ye Wuming was taken aback. “Nonsense—what does he have to do with it?”

“Whether Mother herself thinks so or not, I believe Daddy thinks so in his heart. That’s why he has always treated you differently.”

Ye Wuming was lost in thought.

Was that so?

In truth, she wasn’t even sure if she had such thoughts herself. Hearing Ruoyu say it, she felt maybe there was a hint of it in her subconscious.

After all this, she hadn’t raised a daughter—she had raised a son instead?

What nonsense...

“Meditate on what I just taught you. Mother needs to rest a moment.” Feeling a bit flustered, Ye Wuming stood up, walked to the edge of the observation deck, and looked down at the lotus pond below.

Her slender hand unconsciously touched her neck and collarbone, where several hickeys were visible...

Really, at the time, she hadn’t felt him kissing those places—she only remembered him kissing her mouth. When had he managed to nibble there?

That feeling of being pinned down surged through her again, along with the suffocating weight of him pressing down. She had never felt so powerless, not even when she was on the verge of self-destruction... That feeling was terrifying.

The most terrifying thing was that she only felt anger and humiliation—not disgust.

Their lips and tongues had intertwined, yet she hadn’t felt disgusted.

Ye Wuming’s split soul began to ache again, and she pressed her fingers hard against her temples.

Suddenly, a gust of wind stirred beside her. Ye Wuming instinctively swept her palm outward. Zhao Changhe appeared at her side, raising both arms to block, stumbling back several steps.

Ye Wuming withdrew her hand and said irritably, “What are you here for? Want to go another round?”

"I can't even beat you—you slap me back several steps with one hit. What could I possibly do?" Zhao Changhe stood beside her as if nothing had happened, shoulder to shoulder, looking down at the lotus pond scenery below.

"So are you here to enjoy the view with me? Or to strike while the iron is hot and assert what you did to me?"

"Don't be so boring." Zhao Changhe sighed. "Originally, I came here with Piaomiao to revisit old places, thinking we'd have a romantic bath in the lotus pond."

Ye Wuming: "...Does it feel good to know that a place where you once risked your life is now yours to play with as you please?"

"Yes." Zhao Changhe admitted honestly. "But since I found out Ruoyu is here, I'll drop it. Next time."

"You think there'll be a next time?"

Zhao Changhe didn't answer that. Wouldn't there be? Could she still chase him away now?

But in the end, he was a squatter making a mess in someone else's home, so he didn't have the face to say that loudly. He just said, "I still need a place to heal."

"Then why don't you crawl back to your Nine Abyss?"

"If I leave, are you sure Ruoyu will stay?"

Ye Wuming fell silent.

She wasn't sure if Ruoyu would stay. Judging by her attitude just now, she seemed to have her heart and eyes set on her father. She'd only been cuddling with her child for a few hours—she couldn't bear to part.

Zhao Changhe said nothing either. The two stood side by side in silence, gazing down at the pond water. Each seemed to have a thousand words in their hearts, but neither knew how to speak them.

Having pressed against her, kissed and touched her, meeting again now felt different psychologically.

At least Ye Wuming still didn't dare turn her head to face him... Since her birth, she had never felt such a cowardly emotion.

But standing there in the night, with the evening breeze gently blowing, the longer they stood silently side by side, the stranger it felt. The atmosphere grew more and more awkward.

Zhao Changhe's heart also grew more unsettled. He had originally come to ask her for medicinal herbs, but he still hadn't brought it up. She smelled so good... and the scent was so familiar—the same one he had wanted to devour just a few hours ago.

That brought back the memory of her touch, equally familiar, her gasps and moans still echoing in his ears.

Neither could bear the tension. Suddenly, they spoke at the same time: "You..."

They exchanged a strange glance and said in unison, "You go first."

Ye Wuming finally laughed. "What a soap opera."

Zhao Changhe smiled too. "See? There's some basis in reality."

Ye Wuming flipped her hand, and a pill appeared in her palm. "You came looking for medicine, didn't you? Take it."

Earlier, she had felt humiliated and angry, unwilling to hand over the medicine voluntarily. But now, she offered it as naturally as if it were the most ordinary thing.

Zhao Changhe took the pill just as naturally and swallowed it immediately.

His white hair visibly began to darken, and before long, it returned to its original color.

Ye Wuming glanced at him. "The white was more pleasing to the eye."

Zhao Changhe wanted to ask, "Are you also a white-hair fan? Or is it because the white-haired form stole your first kiss?"

The words lingered on his lips but never came out. He simply continued silently digesting the pill's power. The medicine Ye Wuming treasured in the Night Palace wasn't just for dyeing hair—it contained surging vitality, beneficial for healing other injuries.

Ye Wuming said, "So what were you about to say just now?"

Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment before answering, "I was going to say... seeing you and Ruoyu reading together... it was very warm."

In truth, he had long forgotten what he was about to say.

Ye Wuming was silent for a while, then said, "Ruoyu suggested we fully revive the laws of alchemy, talismans, and artifacts. I'll discuss it with the Nine Abyss."

She was deliberately steering the conversation away, avoiding the strange atmosphere of a family of three.

Zhao Changhe had a belly full of words he couldn't bring himself to say. Finally, he said, "Alright... once you define the new rules, I'll have Chichi promote them across the mortal realm with state power."

After that, there was nothing more to say. They stood in silence for a while, and Zhao Changhe finally took his leave, somewhat flustered. Ye Wuming still stared at the pond water, not even saying goodbye.

Zhao Changhe was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would want to embrace her... and in this state, if he did, Ye Wuming would probably beat him to death.

He didn't know that after he left, Ye Wuming, who seemed calm as she gazed at the scenery, let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly.

She didn't know how she would have reacted if Zhao Changhe had embraced her just now.

Ling Ruoyu's little head popped out from beside her. "Mother..."

Ye Wuming forced a smile. "What is it? Is there something in the Heavenly Book you can't understand?"

"No, I want to rest. Mother, will you sleep with me? Tell me stories about the last era."

Ye Wuming happily hugged her daughter. "Alright, let's go to sleep."

Ling Ruoyu blinked.

She had heard her father say that because she was here, he gave up on bathing with her aunts. If she left, wouldn't that be fine? Her mother seemed to have forgotten that her main soul was still inside Aunt Nine Abyss's body. Every time they cultivated together, it was essentially her parents being intimate.

Today's atmosphere between them was already strange enough. If it happened a few more times, wouldn't they get used to it?

In truth, they were just two stubborn, face-conscious people, not even as perceptive as the Quebird. Ling Ruoyu quietly touched the Quebird strategist in her arms, her finger subtly hooking. From the broadsword, a tiny finger's phantom extended and hooked back, declaring victory.

Ye Wuming held her child and told stories. As she spoke, her main soul in Ye Jiuyou's consciousness saw the two of them embracing, rolling in the pond water.

Before long, Zhao Changhe merged with Ye Jiuyou, and in Ye Wuming's perception, it was no different from entering herself.