Yan Ling was clearly fast asleep by this point, oblivious to the fact that Ye Luo had laid her down on the bed.

Fortunately, she held her liquor well. Even when drunk, she wasn’t prone to drunken rages or vomiting; otherwise, dealing with the situation would have been incredibly troublesome. If her subordinates had seen her in such a state, it would have been the proverbial icing on the cake, undermining any authority she had to suppress those wayward spirits among her staff.

After placing Yan Ling on the bed, Ye Luo quietly observed her face, ripe as a red apple, and smiled tenderly. This woman even looked somewhat cute in her sleep.

Throughout his journey, he had seen the sleeping faces of many beauties. Although he hadn’t the chance to taste the fragrance of each, the mere sight was pleasing to the eye.

He adjusted the Nine Yang True Qi within his body to start dissolving the alcohol in his system. He dared not leave immediately. After all, in Yan Ling’s current state, she was barely conscious, and should anyone else lay eyes on her, there was no telling what might transpire. Even if Yan Ling could forgive him, he could not forgive himself.

He hadn’t laid a finger on her, yet he couldn’t allow another man to take what should have belonged to him, that would be like slapping him in the face. Ye Luo had always been the one to slap others’ faces, not the other way around!

About two hours had passed, and Ye Luo had completely neutralized the alcohol in his system. He then began to meditate. On the bed, Yan Ling seemed to catch her breath, no longer dead drunk, and opened her hazy eyes to see Ye Luo sitting by the bed. She reached out, grabbed his hand, pulled him down, and covered him.

All was silent between them.

"Bastard, I want you dead..."

Yang Meili’s face was wrapped in gauze, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred, exuding a strong murderous aura, completely devoid of the elegant and dignified demeanor of the Jinling Lu Family’s lady.

Today’s Yang Meili had clearly been provoked to rage by Ye Luo, lost all reason, with her mind fixated on nothing but Ye Luo’s death, unable to vent the fury in her chest.

"Enough, don’t talk anymore."

At that moment, a cold voice erupted from the side; it was Lu Tianguang. His face darkened, his eyes flashing a shadowy hue, and sitting next to him was the pale-faced Wu Yingxiong.

"Tianguang, I’ve been beaten to such a state. Are you really going to let it go like this? That guy, and that cheap woman Yan Ling, we can’t let them off. Otherwise, I won’t be able to rest easy."

Yang Meili shrieked with ferocity, straining the injuries on her face so much that she cried out in pain.

"We can’t let it go just like this, obviously. That guy is not ordinary in power, and even the manager of the Zixuan Clubhouse was so respectful of him—it’s clear he’s someone of no simple standing. And Zhonghai isn’t our turf, we shouldn’t act rashly."

Lu Tianguang’s eyes glinted with a cold gleam as he turned his gaze toward Wu Yingxiong.

"Brother Wu, what do you think of this matter?"

"I, Wu Yingxiong, have lived for over thirty years and have never suffered such humiliation. This kid must die, and I must also possess that cheap woman Yan Ling. Initially, I had considered marrying her, but now, I just want to thoroughly ravage her. I want her to know my might," Wu Yingxiong clenched his fists tightly, making a creaking sound, his eyes radiating a chilly light while an icy aura enveloped him. There was also something he hadn’t mentioned—if this incident were to blow over without Ye Luo receiving his comeuppance, still living freely, where would that leave Wu Yingxiong’s pride?

If word gets out that the young Wu master was humiliated by Ye Luo and didn’t even dare to take revenge, how could he continue to associate with the martial world? Wouldn’t he just be giving Ye Luo a free boost to his reputation?

"Brother Wu, what do you plan to do?"

A strange gleam flashed in Lu Tianguang’s eyes as he looked at Wu Yingxiong.

"Since this kid could defeat four Late Houtian Level masters, his strength is indeed formidable. I have already contacted my family, and the Wu Family experts will come over tomorrow. First, we’ll take Yan Ling, that cheap woman, back to Jinling; then we’ll lure this kid to Jinling. Once he’s on our turf, he’ll be at our mercy to toy with."

Wu Yingxiong hummed coldly.

"Brother Wu, that’s a good idea. No matter how strong he is or how influential he is in Zhonghai, once he’s in Jinling, he’ll be a lamb on the chopping block, totally at our disposal,"

Lu Tianguang said coldly, his eyes flashing sharply.

"At that time, I will make sure this kid begs for life but cannot die."

Yang Meili’s voice was menacing, her entire demeanor chilling to the bone. Her hatred for Ye Luo was extreme. If it weren’t for the reasonable analysis by Wu and Lu, and without the power to turn Zhonghai upside down, she would have already called for an attack on Ye Luo.

Now, no matter how hateful she felt, she could only wait for the Wu Family experts to arrive. She had made up her mind to kidnap Yan Ling and scar her face, torturing her severely. Since she couldn’t kill Ye Luo right now, she could at least vent her anger on her, considering it indirect revenge on Ye Luo.

"Ye Luo... when the time comes, will you save the woman, or will you save yourself? If I’m holding that cheap woman and ask you to sever an arm, will you do it? If I demand that you cripple your cultivation, will you, or won’t you? However you have treated me, I’ll return it a thousandfold!"

In Shen Family’s residence in Zhonghai, Ye Luo’s name was being discussed by everyone.

Following the incident where Ye Luo openly confronted and embarrassed Shen Yunfei, the number one young master of Zhonghai, and the Shen Family, now he had once again injured Shen Yunlong, the second young master of the Shen Family. The news caused a huge shock to everyone in Shen Family.

Ever since the Shen Family became the premier family of Zhonghai, nobody had dared to provoke the Shen Family, let alone disrespect anyone from the family. Now, someone had provoked two of the Shen Family’s young masters twice, and had even injured the second young master, which was truly shocking to them.

In the main hall of the Shen Family residence, the Family Head Shen Changfeng, clothed in a long robe, sat in the seat of honor with a stern face, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his aura cold and forbidding.

Several Shen Family officials were standing in front of Shen Changfeng, all with their heads bowed.

"What are your views on this matter?"

Shen Changfeng said with a grim face.

"Family Head, we absolutely cannot let this matter slide. As the premier family of Zhonghai, and with Yunlong as our Young Master, his humiliation and injury by an outsider have spread throughout Zhonghai, severely damaging the Shen Family’s reputation. We must do something to restore the majesty of the Shen Family,"

a robust middle-aged man dressed in a black shirt spoke up sternly, a murderous light flashing in his eyes, his presence ice-cold.