Chen Youde deserved to die.
No grand reasoning was needed.
Anyone who tried to harm me deserved to die!
That was Wang Sandong’s motto.
Since Chen Youde had plotted against him, killing him was only reasonable.
As for his memories and knowledge, consider it compensation for mental anguish—that was only natural.
Wang Sandong believed that “a life for a life, a debt repaid” wasn’t fair.
A debtor shouldn’t just pay back the principal, but interest as well.
And a murderer shouldn’t just pay with his life, but also for the emotional damage.
After dismissing Chen Youde, Wang Sandong went to Yuan Di’s room.
Yuan Di was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading a book.
In the bright light, her delicate and serene face looked utterly harmless.
“You look really beautiful when you’re reading seriously.”
Flattery never failed.
No matter what kind of person Yuan Di was, Wang Sandong believed that a compliment would always put her in a good mood.
Moreover, when complimenting, it was best to use plain language.
The word “beautiful” could sometimes move people more than any elegant or lofty phrase.
Yuan Di’s expression was cold, as if she hadn’t heard him, seemingly engrossed in her book.
“Chen Youde came to see me just now,” Wang Sandong said as he stood behind Yuan Di, casually and properly placing one hand on her shoulder.
“He mentioned building a small pavilion in the courtyard.”
As he spoke, his hand slowly moved toward her neck, and he deliberately poked his index finger inside her collar.
His gaze fell on the back of her ear, looking at her round, fair ear.
Wang Sandong involuntarily swallowed, barely restraining the urge to lean in and take a gentle bite.
Yuan Di clearly sensed Wang Sandong’s “impulse” and was also affected by Soul Hooking.
Breathing through her nose alone seemed insufficient.
She didn’t want to appear out of breath, so she parted her lips slightly to help.
After a moment’s hesitation, she said fiercely, “If you have something to say, say it! If you have a fart to let out, let it out!”
Despite being a demon lord, she rarely used such crude language.
“Hmph.”
Yuan Di snorted coldly, her grip on the book tightening slightly.
“I sensed Chen Youde’s murderous intent. I suspect he’s about to make a move on me.”
As Wang Sandong spoke, his fingers grew bolder, the tips even brushing against Yuan Di’s neck.
“You’ve been stalling again and again, making all sorts of excuses. Is it because you can’t beat him?”
Yuan Di closed her eyes slightly and silently regulated her breathing.
She was secretly astonished: This little bastard is only at Third Grade Cultivation now, yet his Soul Hooking is already this powerful.
If his cultivation were higher, would I even be able to withstand it?
Soul Hooking was a passive skill of Return to Heaven, which she herself had created.
But now, why did she feel a worry of “reaping what she sowed”?
She opened her eyes, lowered her gaze, and glanced at the fair little hand resting on her shoulder.
There was even a sense of “raising a tiger brings calamity.”
Taking a deep breath, Yuan Di said, “Provocation? Too low-level.”
“Exactly,” Wang Sandong admitted openly.
Yuan Di snorted again but didn’t reply immediately.
Most of her attention was on Wang Sandong’s fingers.
She was worried that his fingers might slide further down her neck.
Or maybe it wasn’t just worry.
Maybe there was also…
Anticipation?
When that word surfaced in her mind, Yuan Di’s heart skipped a beat.
She placed the book on the table and began to tidy it meticulously.
“Ghost Axe has some notoriety, but he’s not good at fighting. Killing him wouldn’t be difficult.”
“Then since it’s not difficult, go ahead. Aren’t you afraid a long night holds many surprises?”
Wang Sandong said, stepping forward to stand behind Yuan Di.
Yuan Di caught a glimpse of Wang Sandong’s sleeve out of the corner of her eye and quickened her pace in organizing the books.
“Do you think killing is as easy as eating or drinking? Besides, Wang Fa is still in the house. I have to be cautious.”
The books didn’t seem like much, but they were difficult to arrange.
Which ones had she only read halfway?
For a moment, she was dazed and couldn’t remember.
“So you’re afraid of my grandfather, huh?”
“Hmph, even if I am, so what?”
Yuan Di didn’t care, even letting out a cold laugh.
“To be honest, my cultivation has been damaged; I’m not what I used to be. If I fought Wang Fa now, I might not be his match.”
She finally remembered a book she’d only read a few pages of—utterly boring—and tossed it aside casually.
“You could just tell him my identity and let him kill me.”
“Uh, where did that come from? We’re talking about killing Chen Youde.”
Wang Sandong raised his hand to adjust his collar, but the back of his hand accidentally brushed against Yuan Di’s backside.
She didn’t seem to care and continued, “You are the love of my life, my savior, and we’re in the same boat. Why would I harm you?”
Yuan Di’s entire body tensed.
She wanted to step forward, away from Wang Sandong, to avoid being groped again.
But if she did that, would it seem too affected?
They were both men; caring about such contact was ridiculous.
Besides, she was one of the Five Emperors, far beyond the average person.
How could she care about such trivial matters?
If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.
But still…
She had to admit, this little bastard Wang Sandong was really good at teasing.
Why hadn’t she noticed before?
How could someone who had been as calm as still water for two hundred years lose their composure over a brat?
…Maybe it was because of Soul Hooking after all.
Otherwise, how could someone nearly transcendent like her be like this?
It wasn’t exactly losing composure.
Yuan Di suddenly recalled a saying from the Demon Sovereign:
“If you can’t follow your heart, why cultivate as a demon?”
Whether then or now, Yuan Di deeply agreed.
Since it was about following one’s heart…
Should she follow her heart now?
The book in her hand was slightly deformed from her grip.
Wang Sandong noticed the corner of his mouth twitch.
It was just a few books—why couldn’t she finish organizing them?
Suddenly, he sighed and said, “Chen Youde is a hidden danger. The sooner he’s eliminated, the sooner we can rest easy. Think it over yourself.”
With that, he turned and walked out.
This was the classic “play hard to get.”
What people love, they lack.
The poor love wealth, dwarfs envy height, the ugly adore beauty, the mediocre admire strength.
Conversely, people ignore what they already have.
Based on this principle, it could be inferred that those lofty women didn’t need submission, but dominance.
Because they had too many people submitting to them.
This view came from Cui San’er, who had extensive experience in wooing women.
He also believed that there was no woman in the world who couldn’t be conquered, only men who didn’t dare to make a move.
Wang Sandong walked out of Yuan Di’s room, looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, and mused that in his spare time, he should write a book, compiling the seduction techniques he’d learned from Cui San’er for the world to read.
But on second thought, he might mislead others.
Having failed to become an author by a single thought, Wang Sandong lay back down on the soft chair in the courtyard.
Forget it.
He let the sun shine down on him.
He liked light, liked basking in the sun, liked that fiery feeling of being alive.
Not many people shared his hobby.
At least, sunbathing in the scorching heat was no pleasure.
Even Wang Jinghong, with his Sixth Grade cultivation, was dripping with sweat under the blazing sun.
Wiping the sweat from his face, Wang Jinghong turned to look at Wang Sandong, who was half-lying on the soft chair with his eyes closed, and asked, “Third Brother, aren’t you hot?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Wang Sandong smiled with pursed lips.
“You don’t have to keep me company.”
“It’s nothing.”
Wang Jinghong laughed bitterly.
“I’m at Sixth Grade cultivation; I can handle a little sun.”
He exhaled and looked at Wang Sandong’s face, which showed no trace of sweat.
He sighed, “Mr. Yi said you have no Spiritual Root, that your body is cold and weak, and that you’d like the sun. I never imagined you could withstand it so well.”
Wang Sandong chuckled.
“It’s not that hot, or maybe I’m used to it.”
Wang Jinghong smiled too, then sighed again.
“Life is unpredictable. I never expected Mr. Yi to pass away so suddenly.”
Wang Sandong was silent, not responding.
Wang Jinghong thought he was grieving over Mr. Yi’s death and quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, I’ve heard some rumors. Apparently, between Hongxiu and Uncle De, there’s something… unsavory.”
“That’s not a rumor. I saw it with my own eyes.”
Wang Sandong began to slander Chen Youde maliciously.
“I had my eye on Hongxiu, but that old bastard got to her first…”
Wang Jinghong couldn’t help but laugh.
“If that’s true, then Uncle De really deserves to die. I’ll teach him a lesson for you later.”
At mealtime, Wang Yunteng arrived, bringing plenty of delicious food.
The three brothers sat around the table.
Wang Jinghong wore a doting smile, coaxing him like a child.
“Come on, eat more.”
Wang Sandong watched the two of them drinking freely, drooling with envy.
He’d been so tempted before that he’d mustered the courage to take a small sip and nearly lost his life.
He couldn’t help it; his physical condition didn’t allow it.
So he could only savor the aroma of the wine.
The wine was truly fragrant.
The more he smelled it, the more he wanted to drink.
Wang Yunteng, who usually drank but rarely got drunk, was now completely soused.
With bleary eyes, he held his cup and laughed bitterly.
“It’s so strange. I know I’ve had too much, but I still want to drink.”
With that, he tilted his head back and drank.
But the cup was already empty—he drank nothing.
Wang Jinghong’s face was also flushed.
He belched and said, “When brothers gather, we’re in a good mood. Naturally, we want to drink a few more cups.”
Fortunately, his cultivation was high, so he wasn’t easy to get drunk.
Suppressing the urge to keep drinking, he said, “It’s late, Third Brother. You should rest. I’ll help Yunteng back.”
“I’m not leaving! One more round!”
Wang Yunteng refused to go.
Wang Sandong teased him with a smile.
“Not leaving? Aren’t you afraid Sister-in-law will make you kneel as punishment?”
Wang Yunteng laughed heartily, his eyes nearly closed, yet still brimming with boldness.
He shook his empty cup and recited loudly:
“Riding through the jianghu, drunk on Lichou,
All grudges and favors drowned in a cup of wine.
This life unrestrained, asking no reason,
A man should proudly be a gallant!”
“Hey, you can compose poetry? Good poem!”
Wang Sandong teased.
“You bet!”
Wang Yunteng laughed, about to launch into a grand speech, but he raised his arm too high and knocked over half a jar of wine on the table.
Splash.
All the wine spilled onto Wang Sandong.
The table was a mess.
After seeing off Wang Jinghong and Wang Yunteng, Wang Sandong went to the bathroom for a bath.
“Young Master.”
From behind the screen, Wang Tong said softly, “Your change of clothes is here.”
“Mm, you may leave.”
“Would you like me to scrub your back?”
“No need.”
“Understood. I’ll take my leave.”
“Wait. Have Miss Yuan Yuan come here.”
“Yes.”
A moment later, Yuan Di walked in.
She looked at Wang Sandong, who was sitting in the bathtub with only his head visible, and frowned slightly.
“What now?”
“Come, scrub my back.”
Wang Sandong smiled, turned around to reveal his upper body from the water, and faced away from her, leaning on the edge of the tub.
Yuan Di stared at his back, silent, not moving forward.
The smile on Wang Sandong’s face instantly froze, and he swallowed hard.
He was afraid she might actually comply.
“Hmph, are you asking for death?”
Yuan Di coldly tossed out the remark and turned to leave.
Wang Sandong’s stiff body immediately relaxed.
That was too close.
He thought Yuan Di might agree.
He’d better not use this “Empty Fort Strategy” too often in the future.
Also…
Why had Yuan Di hesitated?
Why hadn’t she refused immediately?
Could it be…
“Ah…”
“Don’t let your mind wander.”
Getting aroused but not daring to release it was terribly uncomfortable.
That was why, ever since his transformation, Wang Sandong bathed as quickly as possible, afraid that if he stayed too long, he’d lose control of his lustful thoughts.
After washing, he put on a clean set of clothes, left the bathroom, and took a breath in the courtyard.
Chen Youde arrived again, carrying a blueprint for the small pavilion for Wang Sandong’s inspection.
Wang Sandong glanced at it casually, nodded in approval, and then suddenly got an evil idea.
“Uncle De, you’ve put a lot of effort into the recent renovation of Anzhi Courtyard. You deserve a reward.”
“This old servant was only doing his duty. I dare not ask for a reward.”
“Oh, that’s not right. Those who serve wholeheartedly should be rewarded.”
Wang Sandong pretended to think.
“What should I reward you with? Hmm… How about this. Yuan Yuan!”
He called out.
Soon, Yuan Di approached and, in front of Chen Youde, bowed to Wang Sandong.
“Young Master.”
Wang Sandong asked Chen Youde, “Uncle De, what do you think of this woman?”
Chen Youde glanced casually at Yuan Di and replied, “Anyone the Third Young Master has his eye on is naturally a peerless beauty.”
“Right, I think so too.”
Wang Sandong smiled.
“How about this? I’ll give her to you. What do you say?”
Chen Youde was stunned.
Yuan Di was also stunned.
“An hour of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Go on. Remember to return her tomorrow.”
After a brief silence, Chen Youde hesitated.
“Third Young Master, this… isn’t appropriate, is it?”
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s just for one night.”
Wang Sandong waved his hand magnanimously.
Yuan Di lowered her head, her expression cold.
She cursed inwardly: Little bastard, you’re truly wicked and despicable!
At this rate—
By this time next year, it would be Ghost Axe’s death anniversary.
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