Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest
Chapter 967: 23 Timed Bomb

Chapter 967: Chapter 23 Timed Bomb

Zhao Yuanzhen’s thought process was quite straightforward.

If you’re having an affair with Mei Yingxue, I’ll just drain all your energy completely, so you can’t continue your affair with her.

On the other hand, if you’re not having an affair with her and I’ve falsely accused you, then I’m actually rewarding you right now to express my apology.

In any case, whether it’s a reward or punishment, she gets to decide, and the logic seems to hold up either way. It just shows how cunning and tricky the Demonic Sect Enchantress can be, totally unpredictable.

Yan Yu indeed couldn’t guard against it.

First, it must be stated that if it weren’t for the forced extraction of True Yang to assist others in cultivation, his physical fitness was actually incredibly robust; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been a Mortal Warrior in his previous life.

The most crucial thing for a Mortal Warrior is his physical foundation, which not only needs to withstand long periods of heavy movement but also endure the strain of foreign True Yuan not belonging to oneself, which is incredibly destructive to the body. Those who are not up to standard can’t even pass the training.

As long as there are no cultivation tasks, Yan Yu has a significant advantage over anyone else in pure physical confrontation.

Although Zhao Yuanzhen’s physical fitness is no match for Yan Yu’s, she has an extremely troublesome determination, which is never to admit defeat.

Even if only one finger is left able to move in her whole body, she would still poke at Yan Yu with all her might, insistent on inflicting some pain.

As a result, the two fought fiercely, leaving the room full of battle scars: tables, chairs, and the tea table were toppled, bed sheets and blankets scattered on the floor, looking as if it had been looted by bandits.

Zhao Yuanzhen was finally knocked down thoroughly, with no strength to stand, still shouting “If you dare, just kill me,” and as she asked for it, she was thoroughly beaten by Yan Yu, to the point where she couldn’t even make a sound, and her pupils almost dilated fully.

Yan Yu stood up satisfied, another successful day in upholding family dignity, good eh!

“You think I’d be afraid of you?” He swaggered like a champion boxer, draping a towel over his sweaty shoulders, opened a bottle of mineral water on the table to pour over his head to cool down, then he shook his head with pride and laughed sneeringly, “Now you know who’s the boss in the house, right?”

Zhao Yuanzhen, unable to move, could only roll her eyes to show her defiance, but inwardly she began to wail.

Alas! Alas! Not even able to handle the petty thief before marriage, I could only fantasize about taking revenge after marriage, but I’m still no match for him after marriage!

Could it be that this petty thief is indeed my, Empress Yuanzhen’s, nemesis?

I refuse to accept this!

When faced with setbacks, one instinctively searches for any lifesaving straw within reach. Zhao Yuanzhen recalled the fight and realized she was almost utterly defeated in all aspects.

Not enough stamina, not enough strength, lacking awareness, and even fewer tricks than Yan Yu, it’s not surprising that she lost.

But does this mean that Yan Yu is invincible? Of course not, after all, this isn’t a fair fight in the arena.

Ruoxi once said that two fists can’t beat four hands. She is so eager to bring Yun Jin, Ningning, and Ling Yun together, probably because she realizes that she is no match for Yan Yu alone.

So, it has to be a joint effort! Lu Bu may be brave, but faced with the combined forces of Liu Guanzhang, he has to retreat temporarily, and here I have five tiger generals on my side!

Zhao Yuanzhen made up her mind, no longer provocative and began to circulate her True Yuan to recover her strength.

Yan Yu picked her up, carried her into the bathroom, and threw her into the bathtub, pinched his nose, and said:

“Clean up yourself. Covered in so much sweat, you stink to death.”

“Nonsense!” Zhao Yuanzhen finally regained enough strength to speak and immediately retorted, “It’s your sweat that got on me!”

“It was too easy to deal with you, I didn’t even sweat a drop,” Yan Yu said with a cold laugh.

“Indeed, not much sweat, but there was plenty of something else,” Zhao Yuanzhen snickered back, “Talking tough, but your body is quite honest.”

Yan Yu revealed a mischievous smile like he was watching a little kid. Who’s the one lying in the tub unable to move, with only their mouth going blabbering on? Talking tough but body honest, are you sure you’re talking about me?

Zhao Yuanzhen’s face turned red from his gaze, but she stubbornly said:

“There are only dead oxen, no fields that go fallow! Just you wait and see, I don’t care, my physical strength will recover eventually, but you…”

Her eyes circled around Yan Yu’s body with malicious intent, causing him to frown.

To be honest, bullying the Enchantress was fun but too time-consuming and exhausting. A Cultivator’s body far exceeds an ordinary person’s, not really subject to wear and tear, but the main issue is the Enchantress’s stubborn temper. Each fight takes two or three hours, as she needs to be beaten down; otherwise, she mocks. Every time to fight her until she’s down… that’s too tiring.

What matters in flirtation is the emotional value and fun. The Enchantress’s hardware may be akin to a Galaxy Battleship, but her software is a complete mess, so much so that Yan Yu often had to seal her mouth shut.

Otherwise, it was easy to get provoked by her.

Now that he’s been reminded, Yan Yu finally came back to his senses, feeling that the initiative for stirring trouble couldn’t be left to the Enchantress.

The simplest method was to let her bear him a child.

Cultivators, in this respect, are almost no different from ordinary people. No matter what before the birth, after the birth, it’s all about the child. Then the Enchantress won’t have the mood to keep pestering, and if he wants to bond, he’ll go to her; if not, let her continue to take care of the child…