C6 My Wife My Hands Are so Sore!

Ye Yun's mouth quirked into a smirk, accompanied by a derisive snort. A look of scorn was etched across his face.

Lan Zheng was itching to put an end to Ye Yun's life. As he unsheathed his sword, a streak of golden light, amplified by the sun's rays, flashed across Ye Yun's vision. Yet, Ye Yun's gaze remained unflinching, locked onto the oncoming blade.

The sword wielded by Lan Zheng was imbued with a fierce intent to kill. Should Ye Yun fail to evade, this single strike could snuff out his existence.

With a cold stare, Ye Yun faced Lan Zheng. He had been quietly gathering his strength from the moment Lan Zheng had drawn his weapon. As the blade neared, Ye Yun subtly shifted his stance and effortlessly sidestepped the attack.

From the shadows, Leng Wuyan observed with clarity. How could Ye Yun so easily dodge such a blow? Was this truly the capability of someone at the first layer of Body Tempering?

Lan Zheng, realizing he had squandered his prime opportunity, spun around and swung his sword at Ye Yun once more. This time, Ye Yun chose not to dodge; instead, he caught the sword with a single hand.

Shock registered on Lan Zheng's face as he stared at Ye Yun.

"Host, congratulations on profoundly shocking Lan Zheng!"

"Congratulations on astonishing Leng Wuyan once again!"

"Congratulations on acquiring ten Qi Replenishing Pills."

Lan Zheng was sent crashing to the ground dozens of meters away. His features were frozen in a mix of bewilderment and terror, his eyes fixed on Ye Yun in disbelief. His brain seemed to have lost the ability to command his limbs, leaving him immobile and staring vacantly at Ye Yun.

"How can you be so strong when you're just a nobody at the Body Tempering Realm?" Lan Zheng finally managed to utter after a long silence.

Before he could continue, Lan Zheng clutched at his chest, coughing violently before spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood. He kept muttering, "Impossible."

"Impossible what?" Ye Yun stood calmly, his gaze resting on Lan Zheng.

Ye Yun harbored no intention of killing Lan Zheng; he merely sought to teach him a lesson.

Lan Zheng was struggling to come to terms with the reality that Ye Yun, who had just been at the first layer of Body Tempering, had made an abrupt breakthrough to the Origin Opening Stage. Transitioning from Body Tempering to Body Refining and then to the Origin Opening Stage would take even a prodigy several years.

Yet, Ye Yun had achieved it in a single day?

Leng Wuyan, hidden in the shadows, grew increasingly curious. Could a person with a Devil Body cultivate at a faster rate than normal? If so, why hadn't Ye Yun cultivated earlier?

Lan Zheng's pupils shrank in disbelief, the shock in his heart unshakable. He refused to accept that Ye Yun had bested him. Rising to his feet, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he fixed a venomous stare on Ye Yun. "Whatever methods you've used to cultivate, the Sect Master will never marry someone like you."

Despite the severity of Ye Yun's attack, Lan Zheng's arrogance remained unscathed. "What's the issue with me? You're not the one who decides whether she marries me or not," Ye Yun retorted, genuinely taken aback, as he was the true victim here.

With his sword aimed at Ye Yun, Lan Zheng declared, "As long as I'm here, I won't let you succeed." He continued, his voice cold with resolve, "You're nothing but a failure. Today's defeat was due to my lack of preparation. Tomorrow, I will reclaim my honor and avenge this humiliation."

Lan Zheng swiftly produced a smoke bomb from his pocket, tossing it to the ground. A cloud of smoke billowed forth. Ye Yun stepped back.

Once the smoke cleared, Lan Zheng had vanished. Ye Yun felt no anger; he had never intended to harm him in the first place.

Leng Wuyan, watching Lan Zheng's antics, struggled to stifle her laughter behind her hand. She was eager to witness Ye Yun's capabilities, yet as Lan Zheng unsheathed his sword, her delicate fingers twitched in anticipation. Should Lan Zheng dare to harm Ye Yun, she would intervene and save him without hesitation.

Ye Yun was hers now, and she wouldn't permit any harm to come to him, especially not with their wedding on the horizon. Such a thing was out of the question.

Inwardly, Leng Wuyan seethed, "Lan Zheng has the audacity to ignore my wishes, daring to defy me and plotting against Ye Yun in secret." Normally, she was quite pleased with Lan Zheng's work, but Ye Yun's arrival had changed him entirely.

Leng Wuyan's brow furrowed in concern. Initially, she was drawn to Ye Yun for his Natural Devil Body, but having spent some time with him, she found him to be unexpectedly intriguing.

The perception of Ye Yun within the sect had undergone a significant shift.

The weakness of Ye Yun's body's previous owner was to blame for this change in attitude.

The voice of the system echoed once more.

"Congratulations on astonishing Leng Wuyan to an extreme degree three times!"

"Congratulations on acquiring 10 Blood Recovery Pills."

Ye Yun pondered, "What's a Blood Recovery Pill? My body is already robust. I have no need for blood replenishment."

Nonetheless, he considered that the system's gift of 10 Blood Recovery Pills might prove useful down the line.

Atop the Asura Palace, the icy facade of Leng Wuyan melted away. Observing Ye Yun's serene composure and his air of transcendence, a slight smile curled at the edge of her lips.

"He truly hasn't disappointed me," Leng Wuyan whispered to herself.

As she watched Ye Yun, the idea of nurturing him into a formidable force to stand with her in safeguarding the Heaven Smiting Sect took root in her mind.

"Have you had your fill of watching?"

Leng Wuyan hadn't yet registered that Ye Yun was addressing her.

Unbeknownst to her, Ye Yun had long sensed Leng Wuyan's covert glances.

Her eyes darted around, confirming they were alone.

With that, Leng Wuyan prepared to make her descent from the pinnacle of the Asura Palace.

"Honey, come on down!" came Ye Yun's deep call.

Caught off guard, Leng Wuyan stumbled and plummeted.

Ye Yun sprang into action, catching Leng Wuyan in a mid-air embrace.

Cradled in Ye Yun's arms, Leng Wuyan listened to the rhythm of his heart.

She nestled into his chest, lost in reverie, oblivious to the moment they touched down.

"Honey, my arms are starting to ache!" Ye Yun remarked.

At the sound of his voice, Leng Wuyan snapped back to reality, realizing she was still in his hold. She hastily extricated herself, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Leng Wuyan stood to the side, her head bowed, cheeks and ears tinged with red.

"I've told you not to call me that," she reiterated.

"I've grown accustomed to it, honey. My apologies, Sect Master," Ye Yun replied, pausing to gauge Leng Wuyan's reaction, noting she didn't seem too upset.

So he spoke up, "We're getting married tomorrow. From now on, when we're alone, I'll call you my wife. In the presence of others, I'll address you as Sect Master. How does that sound?"

Leng Wuyan remained silent, her head bowed, not registering Ye Yun's words.

Her heart was racing, faster than it ever had, still unsettled from the rush of emotions she'd just experienced.

This was the second time it had happened!

The first time, when Ye Yun had forcefully pushed her onto the bed, her heart had pounded just as wildly.

The memory made Leng Wuyan's cheeks flush with a shy crimson.

Seeing no response from Leng Wuyan, Ye Yun declared, "That settles it, then, my dear."

It took a while before Leng Wuyan regained her composure. She was about to call Ye Yun a rake, but she reconsidered and dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand, "Never mind, never mind."

After all, this ordeal would be over in a month. There would still be time to deal with him then.

With this thought, a stern expression settled on Leng Wuyan's face.