DPECT 09

Chapter – 09

Chen Tianlong and Lan Zhijie

After all, He Shiyun had been through storms before. She quickly regained her composure and said sternly, “I’m being serious with you. Stop fooling around.”

Zhang Yang grinned. “Go ask any man you want—if it came down to you or Yan Bing, who would they choose?”

“I will never fall in love with a man again in this lifetime. If you have any ideas in that direction, you can drop them right now.” He Shiyun’s tone was resolute. “Yan Bing, however, is someone you could consider. She’s never been in a relationship before—she’s a very devoted woman.”

“How do you know she’s never been in a relationship?”

“She told me herself. She wouldn’t lie to me.”

He Shiyun would never doubt the words of this bodyguard, who was closer to her than a biological sister.

“If she’s never been in a relationship, then who did she give her first time to?”

He Shiyun furrowed her brow. “What are you implying?”

The corners of Zhang Yang’s mouth curled upward. “The martial art I practice is quite special. I can tell whether a woman is still a virgin by the density of her yin energy, and I can also tell how long it’s been since she last had sex. For example, you haven’t been with a man in over a year—your yin energy is very heavy.”

He Shiyun was stunned into silence for a long moment, her face flushing slightly.

Soon enough, she recovered. Given how extraordinary his medical skills were, it wasn’t impossible that he could tell whether a woman was a virgin.

“Is that why you’re not interested in Yan Bing?”

Zhang Yang shook his head. “I don’t have that kind of complex. I just simply don’t like her that way.”

You can’t force feelings where there are none. He Shiyun felt helpless. “I can tell that Yan Bing has feelings for you. If you don’t feel the same way, I hope you keep your distance from her and don’t hurt her.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her. After all, she’s still my master.”

After He Shiyun left, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Yang’s lips.

Compared to Yan Bing, He Shiyun—with her Cold Qi Constitution—held far greater value.

Once he got involved with Yan Bing, it would mean he was forever cut off from He Shiyun.

From the very day he obtained the *Dragon and Phoenix Foundation Cultivation Art*, Zhang Yang knew full well that he was walking a path that wasn’t entirely righteous.

It was already commendable enough that he could hold his ground, not force himself on women, and let them willingly help him.

……

In the most luxurious villa district of Jiangnan City.

In the sprawling courtyard, Lan Zhijie sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing in the energy of the morning dawn.

“Young Master, we’ve found out the details.”

A subordinate came over and handed him a report.

Lan Zhijie took it, glanced at it, and his expression turned extremely grim.

Born into poverty, an intern doctor, no backing whatsoever—and his father had actually been scared off by someone like that.

How utterly humiliating. This was a disgrace to the highest degree.

Chen Tianlong was probably hiding in some corner, laughing at him for being a fool.

Lan Zhijie shattered the paper with a single palm strike, then rose abruptly and strode toward the door.

“Stop right there.”

An elderly man in Tang-style attire walked out from inside. “You’re not practicing martial arts early in the morning—where are you going?”

“Father, I’ve been meditating too long. I want to go out and clear my head.”

The murderous intent on Lan Zhijie’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a respectful demeanor.

“Stop hanging around with Chen Tianlong all the time. It lowers your status. Remember at all times—you are a scion of a noble family, not some street thug,” the elderly man in Tang attire warned sternly.

“Father’s words are etched in my son’s heart.”

“Etched in your heart, my foot. What were you up to the other night?”

Lan Zhijie lowered his head, too afraid to speak.

“If you want to challenge someone, do it openly and deliver a formal letter of challenge. Don’t be someone else’s pawn.”

“Father, I understand.”

Lan Zhijie hurried back to his study, quickly wrote out a letter of challenge, and headed for Yongchun Hall.

Just as he left, an elderly servant walked over. “Master, shall this old servant follow and keep an eye on things?”

The man in Tang attire waved his hand. “That kid has no martial arts foundation—he’s no match for Zhijie. If you have to follow him around for everything, how is he supposed to grow?”

“Yes, Master.”

The old servant clasped his hands and withdrew.

……

At a luxury nightclub.

Chen Tianlong lay sprawled on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

A lackey quickly lit it for him. Chen Tianlong took a comfortable drag and blew the smoke onto a scantily clad girl beside him.

The girl was choked by the smoke, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t dare move away.

“Have we looked into that kid’s background yet?”

“Boss Long, we have. The kid’s name is Zhang Yang. He’s an intern doctor at Zhongshan Third Hospital…”

The lackey recounted Zhang Yang’s background in full detail.

“A country bumpkin trying to eat swan meat—pfft.”

Chen Tianlong cursed viciously, then asked, “Is Lan Zhijie really just going to sit there like a coward?”

“Lan Zhijie has already prepared a letter of challenge. He’s going after that kid.”

“What era are we in, and he’s still delivering challenge letters? Just go and take care of it directly! These so-called martial arts families are all a bunch of outdated fossils—completely useless,” Chen Tianlong cursed loudly.

“Boss Long, what do we do?”

Chen Tianlong waved his hand, and several women filed out of the private room, leaving only the two of them inside.

“No matter who wins, here’s what we do…”

Chen Tianlong formed his five fingers into a blade and made a throat-slitting gesture.

“Boss Long, what if Lan Zhijie loses? Do we still go through with it?” The lackey’s face turned pale.

The Lan family was the only martial arts noble family in Jiangnan. Crossing them was like crossing the local emperor.

“Idiot. You can just pin the blame on that kid.”

Chen Tianlong then whispered in his lackey’s ear.

“Boss Long, brilliant—absolutely brilliant.”

The lackey gave him a thumbs-up. “Only you could come up with a plan that kills two birds with one stone.”

“Send the Enchantress. Tell her it’s my arrangement, and make it snappy.”

Chen Tianlong kicked the lackey in the backside, sending him flying out of the room.

……

At a luxury hotel next to Yongchun Hall.

“You’re not even human—you’re a donkey,” Liu Piaoxu couldn’t help but curse. This guy had absolutely no idea how to be gentle.

She had only just started developing things a few days ago—how could she withstand his rough treatment?

“I’m a man and I’m not afraid, so what are you afraid of, as a woman?”

As they chatted, Liu Piaoxu brought up Xia Wei.

“She’s been absent for days. Apparently, she offended some big shot and went into hiding. Do you know what happened?”

How could Zhang Yang not know? This whole thing started because of him.

Xia Wei couldn’t come up with a million yuan, and she didn’t want to be sold to Africa as a prostitute, so she had no choice but to go into hiding.

“I have nothing to do with her anymore. Her life or death has nothing to do with me.”

Just as he said that, his phone rang. It was Yan Bing.

“Lan Zhijie showed up and delivered a challenge letter to you. Get back here right away.”

“I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, Zhang Yang quickly threw on his clothes. “Wait for me to come back. We’ll continue tonight.”

“Stay safe.”

Though she didn’t know what Zhang Yang was going to do, Liu Piaoxu had an uneasy feeling.

“Don’t beg for mercy later.”

Zhang Yang smiled and tapped her on the nose before leaving.