"Miss, what did you just say..."
Luo Nangui looked at Murong, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Why...
Why would the young lady he had spent every day with side with a man she had just met less than ten minutes ago?
"I told you to return to the camp and wait for me! Can't you hear me?!"
Murong spoke with clear frustration.
Luo Nangui hesitantly reached out his hand.
"But..."
"This is an order!"
Murong shouted.
"...Fine!"
Luo Nangui clenched his fists and left the area.
To him, Murong's orders were absolute.
No matter what, he could not disobey.
No matter what!
"Ye Wangchuan! If you dare do anything bad to Miss Murong, I won't let you off!!!"
Before leaving, Luo Nangui shouted these words.
...
...
Five minutes after Luo Nangui left.
Ye Wangchuan finally relaxed.
He first confiscated Murong's spatial ring, then took out a binding rope and wrapped it around her several times.
This would seal the spiritual energy within her body, preventing her from causing trouble.
After all, she was a third-level cultivator, and if she really wanted to cause trouble, it would be quite troublesome.
Murong still had great use for now.
Threatening Luo Nangui, preventing him from turning dark, and serving as his weakness.
In short, when dealing with a protagonist like Luo Nangui, who only has one love interest, targeting the female lead relentlessly is the way to go.
The protagonist will naturally become hesitant and cautious.
Nearby, Li Luo was chewing on some leftover pills, looking at Ye Wangchuan with a speechless expression.
"What do we do next?"
"Hmm..."
Ye Wangchuan pondered for a moment.
He glanced at the third-level puppet nearby.
For some reason, this puppet wasn't an unconditionally obedient one; it seemed to have the ability to think independently.
If possible, Ye Wangchuan planned to take this puppet to the Ye family and have the artifact-refining elders examine it.
But if he did that...
Then Ye Wangchuan would have to bring along Li Luo, the puppet, and Murong—three weaklings.
Li Luo's cultivation level was too low. Although she had just reached the peak of the first level by consuming pills, it still wasn't enough.
The puppet and Murong were both third-level cultivators, but Ye Wangchuan didn't trust them and wouldn't allow them to use their full strength.
Otherwise, what if they stabbed him in the back during a fight with a powerful enemy?
He was a villain, not a protagonist. It was perfectly normal for villains to be betrayed.
After thinking it over, Ye Wangchuan raised his head and spoke.
"Let's go find a forest and chop some wood, then wait for the secret realm to end."
"Alright."
Li Luo nodded, having no objections.
After all, chopping wood would allow her to passively accumulate villainous emotional points.
And she wouldn't have to fight.
...
...
At a human camp.
Luo Nangui, covered in wounds, ran back.
The people in the camp were mostly other members of the Murong family and their servants.
Seeing Luo Nangui return, they all looked delighted.
"Luo Nangui! Perfect timing! A third-level cultivator just provoked us. Go teach him a lesson!"
"Hey, Brother Luo, I caught some fish earlier, and the fish soup I made is absolutely delicious. Come and try it! And bring Miss Murong too!"
"Speaking of which, where is Miss Murong? I always see Brother Luo sticking to her side like glue."
The group chattered away.
Luo Nangui didn't respond to their comments. Instead, he wearily walked toward a tent and said,
"Miss Murong will be back soon. I need to rest for a bit."
With that, he entered the tent and lay down, waiting for Miss Murong to return.
Ten minutes...
Twenty minutes...
As he waited, Luo Nangui fell into a deep sleep...
"Miss Murong is back! Miss Murong is back! Luo Nangui, come out!"
When Luo Nangui regained consciousness, these were the words he heard.
His face lit up with joy, and he quickly got out of bed and rushed outside.
Seeing Murong standing there unharmed, he immediately exclaimed,
"Miss Murong, you're finally back..."
Before Luo Nangui could finish his sentence, Ye Wangchuan's figure appeared behind Murong.
Ye Wangchuan put on an arrogant expression and gave Murong's buttocks a firm slap.
Murong shuddered and blushed shyly.
"Miss Murong, what is this..."
"Luo Nangui... I'm sorry, but I can't leave Ye Wangchuan anymore. But don't worry, I'll still spend my days with you. It's just that at night, I need to see Ye Wangchuan."
Murong spoke shyly.
Luo Nangui froze on the spot.
At that moment, Ye Wangchuan smirked.
He walked over to Luo Nangui and said, word by word,
"Murong is really, really~ smooth~"
"!!!!!"
Bang—!
Luo Nangui suddenly sat up from his bed and smashed the bed and the nearby ground into pieces with a single punch!
He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, and looked around in fear.
It was midnight.
Some night-watch servants rushed over and asked Luo Nangui what had happened.
Only then did Luo Nangui realize that it had all been a dream.
And Miss Murong... hadn't returned at all.
"It's nothing. I just had a nightmare after a tough battle during the day. You can go now."
Luo Nangui dismissed the servants.
He raised his hand and looked at his trembling arm, muttering to himself,
"What was I thinking?"
"Haha, a proud woman like Miss Murong would never submit to someone like..."
At that moment, Luo Nangui froze.
He carefully recalled the events and began comparing himself to Ye Wangchuan.
In terms of strength, he, a third-level early-stage cultivator, had been completely outmatched by Ye Wangchuan, who was only at the peak of the second level.
In terms of wealth, he was just a servant, while Ye Wangchuan had a spatial ring on his finger, clearly wealthy.
In terms of personality, he was the better one—gentle and considerate. Ye Wangchuan was too cruel and ruthless.
Overall...
He really did seem inferior to Ye Wangchuan!
"No, it can't be. Even if I'm not as good as Ye Wangchuan, Miss Murong and I have two months of emotional foundation!"
"I need to get stronger! I need to become strong enough to defeat Ye Wangchuan and save Miss Murong!"
As he thought this, Luo Nangui looked at his system.
Then he suddenly remembered something.
He was out of Pure Love Points! He had used almost all of them in the previous battles!
To earn Pure Love Points, he needed to interact with Miss Murong!
Without her, his system was practically useless.
As he pondered, Luo Nangui suddenly remembered something in his system space.
He checked his system space and quickly found the item.
【Top-Quality Dual Cultivation Technique】
【Effect】：Strengthens the body, soothes the mind, and increases cultivation. For more effects, please refer to the technique manual.
Looking at the description, Luo Nangui swallowed hard.
He had never used this technique before.
Because he felt that his relationship with Murong hadn't reached that stage yet.
But now...
Luo Nangui thought for a moment.
If he wanted to, with his looks and physique, finding a female servant to dual cultivate with would be a piece of cake.
If he could enhance his cultivation through dual cultivation, he might be able to defeat Ye Wangchuan and save Miss Murong.
But doing so would mean betraying Miss Murong.
"No! I absolutely cannot betray Miss Murong! I will never dual cultivate with anyone other than her!"
With that, Luo Nangui began searching for another solution...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
