Being Yue Buqun’s Disciple, My Master’s Wife is Teasing Me! Chapter 18: One Day and One Night of Torture for Huang Rong!

In moments, the shopkeeper presented a set of women's garments. Yang Huan approached the screen and draped the clothing over it. As for Huang Rong's soiled attire, Yang Huan discarded it. Shortly thereafter, Huang Rong concluded her washing and donned the clothes Yang Huan had provided, emerging thereafter. Yang Huan observed Huang Rong meticulously, his gaze lewd and unabashed. Being subjected to such scrutiny, Huang Rong experienced considerable discomfort. She felt the internal Qi swirling within her palm, prepared for self-inflicted demise!

Huang Rong, adorned in women's apparel, possessed a beauty that was undeniable, truly deserving of the descriptor 'most beautiful in the world,' even without adornment. "Should I truly desire to force myself upon you, the distinction between a corpse and a living person would be negligible to me," Yang Huan remarked with a smile. He habitually discussed unsavory matters with a cheerful demeanor. Huang Rong seethed with fury upon hearing his words. Yet, with her sharp intellect, she grasped the underlying implication of Yang Huan's statement. She inquired cautiously, "Are you implying that you have no intention of forcing yourself on me?" "Indeed, I am a wicked individual, but I do not favor coercion in matters between men and women," Yang Huan responded. His original plan never involved forcing himself upon Huang Rong. Though it might have yielded certain system rewards, he saw little point, believing he could acquire his rewards through alternative means. "Sit and partake in the meal. We must make haste on our journey come tomorrow," Yang Huan instructed. Huang Rong remained apprehensive but acknowledged that his martial prowess far surpassed her own. If he had genuinely intended to force himself upon her, she would have been utterly defenseless. Consequently, she resolved to set aside her anxieties and eat. It was evident she was famished, her dining posture far from that of a refined lady. Their meal concluded swiftly. With no officials appearing at their doorstep, Yang Huan decided to devote time to practicing his martial arts. He produced an iron chain and declared, "My apologies, Huang Rong, but I must bind you to prevent any attempt at escape." Yang Huan proceeded to restrain Huang Rong with the chain. Throughout this ordeal, Huang Rong offered no resistance, understanding the futility of it. For the moment, her safety was relatively assured, which was welcome news. However, escaping under Yang Huan's vigilant gaze was an impossibility. Her sole recourse was to implore her father to locate her swiftly and deliver her from this scoundrel. Huang Rong having been apprehended, Yang Huan occupied the bed, engaging in the cultivation of the Yin Five Thunder Arts by channeling his martial techniques. By some inexplicable reason, Yang Huan's cultivation of the Yin Five Thunder Arts progressed at an astonishing rate. Within a single night, he achieved a minor accomplishment in the art. Yang Huan found this development peculiar. It should not have been feasible, given his mediocre talent and the sluggish progress he experienced with other martial arts, such as the Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique and the Red Fire Divine Technique. It was plausible that the Yin Five Thunder Arts were exceptionally suited to him because its emphasis on Yin and toxicity resonated with Yang Huan's inherently malevolent disposition. Despite encountering numerous challenges, he grasped them with ease. This outcome presented an unforeseen boon for Yang Huan. Meanwhile, in Luo City. Yang Huan, astride a horse, transported Huang Rong, who was bound securely behind him. Huang Rong appeared quite pitiful, and numerous onlookers directed accusatory glances at Yang Huan as they passed. Yang Huan feigned ignorance of their scrutiny. Naturally, if anyone uttered curses too loudly or impertinently, Yang Huan would not hesitate to employ his blade. Upon reaching the city gates, Yang Huan was confronted by several officials who accused him of murder and attempted to apprehend him. Yang Huan wasted no words, launching an assault with a sword technique known as Long Rainbow Falling Sun, dispatching them all. [Ding! The act of murdering multiple officials has triggered the Evil Deed System.] [Congratulations to the host for acquiring a reward: the third level of the Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique, perfected!] He rejoiced at attaining the third level of the Fire Dance Whirlwind Sword Technique, a milestone he had labored for several days to reach. He momentarily entertained the notion of returning to Luo City to eliminate all the officials but reconsidered; the rewards diminish significantly when the same wicked deed is repeated. The substantial bonus was attributed to his inaugural act of killing. "Should you persist in killing, the efficacy may wane considerably." Furthermore, Luo City is a major metropolis; the eradication of all its officials would constitute a grave transgression! "If I were to proceed, the imperial court would undoubtedly take severe action!" In Yang Huan's estimation, the current imperial court represented an insurmountable behemoth that should not be provoked. To forfeit the prospect of substantial rewards by undertaking such perilous actions was not a worthwhile endeavor. After departing from Luo City, Yang Huan began to increase his speed. Huang Rong's martial arts capabilities were not insignificant; with her Qinggong, she could maintain pace with him. When she became fatigued, Yang Huan would carry her. Upon her recovery, he would release her, allowing her to resume her own movement.

As they journeyed, Yang Huan subjected Huang Rong to torment and playful teasing, reaping a continuous stream of rewards from the system.

While the rewards were diminishing, any gain was preferable to none.

Initially, he received a year's worth of inner energy, followed by half a year, and then a mere month.

During their travels, Yang Huan's cultivation ascended to the Houtian Realm's later stage.

He had amassed substantial inner energy previously, nearing a breakthrough.

Its realization bolstered his confidence significantly.

After all, the impending confrontation at Blackwood Cliff presented extreme peril, and a higher cultivation level directly correlated with enhanced survival prospects.

A full day elapsed.

As dusk settled, Yang Huan reached a city known as Xingcheng.

Xingcheng's proximity to Blackwood Cliff meant the destination was a mere half-day's journey away at most.

Accompanied by Huang Rong, Yang Huan dismounted his steed and sought out an inn.

Not long after entering the city, Yang Huan sensed he was under observation.

He turned his gaze and spotted a strikingly handsome man clad in white, observing him from a nearby teahouse.

The man possessed exceptional beauty, so much so that comparing him to the legendary Pan An would not be an exaggeration; his allure rivaled Yang Huan's own.

However, Yang Huan's attention was not captured by the man.

His interest was piqued by the two maids attending the handsome gentleman.

These maids were both breathtakingly beautiful.

Should they appear in the pleasure quarters, they would undoubtedly rank among the most sought-after courtesans!

"Master, shall I deal with him?" the maid beside the handsome man inquired softly.