Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 566 : The Enchanting Mistress Shen

Despite often teasing Ye Fei, Ye Zhilin cared deeply for him and would never allow anyone else to bully him. This was much like Ye Yunqi in the past. Even though she knew the old monk was no match for Ye Fei, she was still furious. With a delicate yet resolute shout—"Not happening!"—she raised her fair, jade-like hand and struck toward the old monk.

Ye Fei watched coldly from the sidelines without a hint of concern. The monk was in the Mahayana realm, but weaker than the one before. Even if Ye Zhilin couldn't take him down quickly due to inexperience, she certainly wouldn't suffer a loss.

Seeing Ye Zhilin attack without hesitation, the old monk was slightly angered. Instead of dodging, he raised his palm like a blade and met her strike head-on.

Ye Fei smirked. The monk had misjudged the situation after witnessing Ye Zhilin's agile movements earlier, assuming she relied purely on speed. He planned to overpower her with his deep reserves of inner strength. What he didn't know was that Ye Zhilin's power surpassed his by more than just a little. If he had chosen to engage her in a prolonged battle, leveraging his experience, he might have stood a chance. But now? He had miscalculated.

Sure enough, as their palms clashed, a thunderous explosion echoed through the air. Ye Zhilin remained unmoved, while the old monk's face flushed red as he staggered backward several steps. His chest heaved, a mouthful of blood nearly escaping his lips, but he forcibly suppressed it to maintain the Shaolin sect's dignity. However, the internal strain left him momentarily speechless.

The crowd was stunned. Even those like Mieyin and Shui Rou, who had already witnessed Ye Zhilin's strength, hadn't expected her to be this formidable. Mieyin and Chongdong had initially harbored hopes of seeing Ye Fei suffer at the monk's hands, seeking a form of indirect revenge. But seeing Ye Zhilin's overwhelming power—and realizing that Ye Fei was likely even stronger—made them abandon any thoughts of retribution. The only way they could hope to get revenge now was to call upon their sect's grand elders, but dragging their elders into such a trivial matter would be inappropriate. So, they buried the grudge and silently vowed never to mention it again—not to protect Ye Fei, but to save their dignity. Admitting they didn't even dare to seek revenge would be too humiliating.

The rest of the crowd had simpler reactions: awe and excitement. Seeing not one, but three Mahayana cultivators—legendary beings—before them was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Especially the last one: young beyond reason, stunningly beautiful, and utterly unlike the imposing warriors they imagined. It was a reminder that the world was full of surprises and set a new standard for their aspirations.

With the monk incapacitated, Ye Fei continued toward Zhuge Kongfang with a smile. Zhuge Kongfang, now thoroughly terrified, raised his voice in a near-hysterical pitch. "What do you want? Are you trying to strong-arm me with force?"

"So what if I am?" Ye Fei sneered. "Didn't you just do the same?" He raised his hand as if to strike.

Panicked, Zhuge Kongfang retreated several steps before suddenly shouting, "Fellow martial artists! Do not fear the Demonic Sect's power! They are but a handful, while we are many. If we do not eliminate them today, then tomorrow it could be any one of us who falls victim to their tyranny!"

Zhuge Kongfang's words were indeed provocative. Many in the crowd hesitated, and even Ye Fei faltered momentarily. He had been hesitant to act precisely because he feared this outcome. He wasn't afraid of making enemies, but he also didn't want to needlessly antagonize an entire faction.

However, Ye Fei quickly dismissed his doubts. Avenging Gu Shishi was his priority. If making enemies was inevitable, then so be it—he had enough powerful subordinates to crush anyone who dared oppose him.

"Unjustly accused? Fine, let's make sure you're convinced." Just as Ye Fei was about to strike, Zhu Yuyan suddenly spoke up. "You keep insisting that it wasn't you who massacred the Gu family. Then would you dare to let my sister question you?"

"What do you mean?" Zhuge Kongfang, sensing a glimmer of hope, quickly asked.

Ye Fei, too, was puzzled. He turned toward his alluring mistress, unsure of her intentions.

Zhu Yuyan smiled at Ye Fei, then raised her voice. "Sister Huiya, since you're already here, why not come out and greet these so-called righteous martial artists?"

A melodic voice rang out in response. "Sister, you're always dragging me into things!"

With a gust of fragrant wind, a breathtakingly beautiful woman glided into view, landing gracefully beside Zhu Yuyan.

She wore an elegant, pale yellow palace-style gown. Her beauty was on par with Zhu Yuyan's, but where Zhu Yuyan exuded cold elegance, this woman radiated an irresistible charm. Every smile and glance carried an intoxicating allure, making men's hearts race. Beneath her flowing gown, her figure was beyond tantalizing—every movement exuding seduction.

"Sister." The stunning woman greeted Zhu Yuyan before turning her gaze to Ye Fei. As soon as she laid eyes on him, shock flickered across her face—mirroring the reaction Zhu Yuyan had when they first met.

She had instantly sensed the unique aura of Xuan Yang Art emanating from Ye Fei. Unlike Jiang Manjun, who hadn't been trained in Xuan Yin Art, she knew exactly what it meant. Once her initial shock subsided, a knowing smile played across her lips.

Seeing that smile, Zhu Yuyan's cheeks flushed slightly. She knew her sister had already pieced things together. When she returned home that day, Huiya, with her keen medical expertise, had discovered her secret, accidentally revealing it to Jiang Manjun. Unlike Jiang Manjun, who was unaware of Xuan Yin Art's implications, Huiya understood it all too well.

But Zhu Yuyan didn't mind. After accepting her feelings for her disciple, she had already considered pulling her three sisters into the mix. After all, only Ye Fei could bring them happiness.

"Ye Fei, this is another of your mistresses, Shen Huiya." Zhu Yuyan composed herself and introduced her sister.

Ye Fei bowed slightly. "Ye Fei greets Mistress Shen." Yet his eyes had already been drawn to the deep valley between her ample curves. Had he not been familiar with Xuan Yin Art's effects, he might have mistaken her for a natural seductress. But now he understood—just like Chen Yourong, her charm was merely a disguise. This only made him more intrigued.

Shen Huiya noticed his gaze but wasn't offended. Instead, she playfully ran a delicate finger down his arm before turning to Zhu Yuyan. "Sister, what do you need me for?"

"We need your Soul Bewitching Art," Zhu Yuyan replied with a sly smile before looking at Zhuge Kongfang. "You claim you didn't destroy the Gu family. Would you dare to let my sister test you?"

Zhuge Kongfang's expression changed drastically. "Impossible! Who knows what tricks you might be planning?"

"What's wrong? Feeling guilty?" Zhu Yuyan sneered. "Or do you have too many skeletons in your closet to risk exposure?"

At that moment, Shen Huiya tilted her head and feigned surprise. "Oh? Isn't this Mr. Kongfang? Sister, I might not be able to help you after all."

"Why not?"

"Elder Li once mentioned that Kongfang's internal strength is as strong as hers. I don't have the power to control him."

"That's not a problem. He's already gravely injured. You can take him." Zhu Yuyan subtly signaled to Shen Huiya before turning to Zhuge Kongfang with a smirk. "So, how about it, honorable Zhuge?"

"Hmph! I, Zhuge Kongfang, have never done anything I cannot admit to. Go ahead!"

Shen Huiya wasted no time. She stepped forward and commanded, "Look into my eyes."

Zhuge Kongfang snorted but met her gaze confidently. Yet, within moments, his eyes clouded over with confusion.

"What is your name?" Shen Huiya's voice became soft and hypnotic.

"Zhuge Kongfang."

"You're just a wandering martial artist. Where did you get such powerful techniques?"

"I found an ancient manual in a cave years ago…"

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"Good." Shen Huiya's voice grew even gentler. "Did you massacre the Gu family?"