Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 606 The Uses of a Mature Female Master (12,000 words)

The snow is still falling, one flake at a time.

Ashes fell, one by one.

Dong Yunshu's body, like a drifting leaf, traced an arc in the wind and snow. In mid-air, her eyes were wide open, her gaze seemingly filled with indescribable fear.

Her mind was still reeling. She couldn't believe Luo Yuheng was a martial artist, let alone that he was so strong. Although Dong Yunshu had been injured in the explosion and had lost a lot of internal energy in the fight with Song Yan and Ziyu, she was still a Grandmaster.

Grandmaster!
Just one slap?

Why is this happening?

She doesn't understand.

It is very difficult to determine a winner between grandmasters. Perhaps only by fighting for three days and three nights until their internal energy is exhausted can a winner be determined. So why is she so vulnerable in front of Luo Yuheng?
She found it hard to describe the feeling. Luo Yuheng was standing in front of her like an ordinary woman, and the palm strike she threw was light and effortless, as if she were just trying to brush away the falling snowflakes and dust...

The movement could even be described as graceful.

Yet, this very palm strike sent a chill down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. The gust of wind from her slender hand felt like thick chains, quickly binding her body; like twisting pythons, they coiled around her limbs, their cold fangs and pungent tongues seemingly sweeping across her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Fear, despairing fear.

Her body lost control, collapsing under the invisible pressure, and she knelt down.

Her heart had lost its support, and she couldn't muster the slightest impulse to resist.

It was as if there was an invisible and intangible vortex, deep and dark, with countless twisted arms extending from it, entangling and pulling her from her feet, dragging her down with her.

The moment Luo Yuheng made his move, Dong Yunshu understood that he was an opponent she could never defeat, no matter how hard she tried. She had never experienced such a feeling before... No, that's not right. She had experienced it decades ago when she faced that out-of-control Grandmaster from the Hehuan Sect.

The same collapse, the same despair.

What a terrible experience.

If she had known earlier that there was such a master in the Prince of Yan's mansion, she would have preferred to continue enduring the torment of the cold poison rather than come to Pingyang.

Distracting thoughts surfaced in her mind as her body continued to fly into the distance. She didn't know how much time had passed before finally, her back touched the ground.

boom.

A dull sound.

A violent impact.

Perhaps a rib was broken, a metallic taste filled his throat, and his lips involuntarily parted, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh".

The flush on her face receded like the tide, replaced by paleness and listlessness.

Dong Yunshu's body seemed to have turned into a pitiful worm, wriggling and struggling on the ground, and faint moans could be heard from within.

A hundred paces away, on the rooftop.

Luo Yuheng, however, seemed to have done something insignificant, casually shaking her hand. Her face still looked a little sleepy. She put her fingers to her lips, yawned, and then shook her head vigorously to wake herself up. Then she lightly touched her toes and slowly floated down from the roof.

On the street, many elite soldiers were still whispering among themselves.

It was mostly something like the concubine being very strong-willed.

These elite soldiers were not martial artists, so while they were shocked by Luo Yuheng's strength, they couldn't find it unacceptable. Song Yan and Zi Yu, on the other hand, were deeply shocked, their mouths agape, almost big enough to fit an egg.

They both knew Luo Yuheng's strength, but they only thought that Luo Yuheng was at the level of a grandmaster. After all, Luo Yuheng herself said that she was not good at fighting or techniques. Apart from her powerful internal energy, she did not reach the level of a grandmaster in any other aspect. In fact, Luo Yuheng once fought against Master Yunhai and only managed to fight to a draw by relying on her powerful internal energy.

In addition, there were always two Grandmaster-level experts, Hua Lianyue and Luo Tianxuan, in the Prince's mansion. They had a certain disbelief in the Grandmaster level, so they believed what Luo Yuheng said.

But look at the scene before you.

This is what you call being bad at fighting? If you're bad at fighting, how come you slapped a grandmaster to the ground?
Is this powerful internal energy? This is clearly an unreasonable level of internal energy!

Perhaps this is what they mean by overwhelming force with sheer power?

Perhaps Luo Yuheng is not good at techniques and has little experience in combat, but for Luo Yuheng, there is probably no need for any techniques at all. No matter what kind of enemy he is, as long as he reveals his unreasonable internal force, as long as he slaps down, there are few people in the entire Central Plains who can withstand it.

Song Yan was somewhat helpless. He looked at the Hongyi cannons he had prepared, the elite soldiers he had prepared, and the three hundred musketeers of the Shenji Battalion... He looked at the broken hilt of his sword and the empty shotgun on the ground... He had prepared so much, but in the end, it was not as good as a casual slap from Luo Yuheng. For a moment, he was filled with a strong sense of powerlessness... But then he thought that such a powerful woman was his wife, and he immediately became very energetic, and even felt a little proud.

Dong Yunshu is a Grandmaster. Luo Yuheng slapped Dong Yunshu to the ground, and he was able to subdue Luo Yuheng. In a sense, it's like he suppressed a Grandmaster... Well, that makes sense.

Luo Yuheng landed, her footsteps treading on the increasingly thick snow, and quickly walked to Song Yan. She looked Song Yan up and down, making sure there were no obvious external injuries, before placing her small hand on her chest. The worry on her face gradually faded: "Husband, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Have you suffered any internal injuries?"

"I'm fine." Song Yan shook her head, looked at Luo Yuheng, and blinked: "Why are you here?"

“The two little ones never sleep well at night, and I have to wake up from time to time, so I can’t get a good night’s sleep either.” Although she was complaining, there was no real complaint in her tone. Instead, she was full of affection. “When I woke up, I heard the sound of the Hongyi cannons. I figured something might have happened here, so I came to check.”

"Tianyi, Yushuang, Qingluan, and Cui Yingying were all planning to come, but I persuaded them to go back."

Also.

Given Luo Yuheng's strength, he probably doesn't need anyone else's help.

However, judging from this, Dong Yunshu deserved her misfortune today. Even if Luo Yuheng hadn't come, the two ninth-rank martial artists, Tianyi and Yushuang, could probably have stopped Dong Yunshu. Not to mention Qingluan and Cui Yingying. Qingluan is always elusive, sometimes appearing suddenly behind Song Yan without him noticing. She is probably also a ninth-rank martial artist. Cui Yingying wore a plain white dress all day in the dead of winter. If it weren't for the flower petals and other embellishments on the dress, people would probably think it was mourning clothes. In short, the clothes were very thin, completely unfazed by the cold of the winter and the snow. She had obviously reached the point of seeking refuge from the cold.

If we include Song Yan and Zi Yu, the combined strength of six ninth-rank warriors would be enough to overwhelm the injured Dong Yunshu.

"Who is this woman? What's going on today?" Luo Yuheng tilted her head, her face still showing some confusion.

The principal wife of the Prince's residence was Luo Tianxuan, but after Luo Tianxuan went to Dongling, she handed over the management of the household to Hua Lianyue. However, Hua Lianyue disliked these trivial matters and pushed them to Luo Yuheng. Luo Yuheng was also busy with pregnancy, childbirth, and caring for two young children, so she couldn't spare the energy. Therefore, during this period, most of the affairs of the Prince's residence were handled by Gao Yang and Cui Yingying. Gao Yang already had experience in managing the inner quarters, and Cui Yingying was an exceptionally capable person. With these two in charge, the inner quarters of the Prince's residence were secure.

Luo Yuheng had no idea what had happened these past few days that had caused her husband to offend such a woman with decent abilities.

Song Yan then gave a brief explanation of Dong Yunshu's identity and background.

Then I saw a hint of joy flash across Luo Yuheng's face.

She was very happy.

After all, although she had inherited the Su Nu Jing (Classic of the Plain Girl) and knew that it had the effect of preserving youth, she was not very clear about the level of this effect. Now that she heard that Dong Yunshu was already seventy or eighty years old, but looked only forty or so, and people would believe that she was in her thirties, she couldn't help but feel happy. After all, no woman wants to get old.

"Ahem..." After all, she was the one who was supposed to assassinate Yan'er, so it wouldn't be good for him to laugh too happily. Luo Yuheng coughed twice, suppressing the smile on his lips. "Then how does Yan'er plan to deal with this woman?" "Now that this woman has been captured alive, I'm thinking of seeing if we can find a way to force her to pass on her skills to someone in the inner quarters, such as Banxia or Gaoyang." Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "What does Yuheng think?"

Luo Yuheng was also somewhat surprised. Although he had experienced the transfer of skills, he still felt that Song Yan's idea was a bit far-fetched.

“It is indeed worth a try.” Luo Yuheng nodded: “If the Prince’s mansion can have another Grandmaster-level expert, it will ultimately be a good thing.”

"only……"

"Although I am not very involved in the affairs of the martial arts world, I understand that martial artists value their strength extremely much, even more than their lives. It is almost impossible for her to pass on her powerful strength to someone else, especially someone who captured her and whom she hates.

“What if we leave it to Granny Liang to handle?” Song Yan thought for a moment. “After all, Granny Liang’s skill in interrogation is basically at the master level.”

“This time, even Granny Liang might not be of much use.” Luo Yuheng still felt that it was not very feasible: “When she feels that she can’t hold on under Granny Liang’s methods, she will probably choose to commit suicide. There are countless messy methods for a master like her. Even if I can seal her internal energy, she probably has other ways.”

"Moreover, judging from the chill emanating from her body, the cold poison is likely to erupt in seven days. Unless Granny Liang can completely subdue it within seven days, she will surely die if the cold poison erupts. Of course, it may also be a relief for her."

I forgot about this cold poison.

Otherwise, we could let Granny Liang train her for a year or two. We're not afraid she'll disobey. So far, the longest she's lasted under Granny Liang's command is only a month.

"We can arrange to try it out with Granny Liang," Luo Yuheng said slowly. "I have another suggestion. Yan'er, you can consider it yourself."

"How to say?"

"Yan'er can also take Dong Yunshu as a concubine."

The sudden words startled Song Yan, who coughed violently and looked at Luo Yuheng with disbelief. What a joke, how old is this woman?
"Firstly, Yan'er has always preferred older women."

Song Yan grinned. "No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense."

This damn stain is impossible to wash away.

"Although Dong Yunshu is a bit older, judging from her appearance, if you remove the blemishes on her face, she could be described as a beauty of unparalleled grace. Her skin is not much different from that of a woman in her thirties, and her figure is also quite good. To an uninformed person, she would probably look like a dignified and elegant lady from a wealthy family, and she is indeed worthy of Yan'er."

Since he already has a reputation for liking married women, he probably won't care too much if others find out.

"Secondly, this woman is from the Hehuan Sect and cultivates the Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing. Such a woman would be of great help to Yan'er's cultivation, especially since she has been in seclusion for decades. If she were to cultivate with the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror, it might directly help Yan'er break through to the ninth rank."

"This is also her greatest use. Yan'er's strength is extraordinary. If she can reach the ninth rank, she might be able to hold her own against an ordinary grandmaster."

"There is no need to worry about Yan'er's safety anymore."

"Thirdly, Dong Yunshu needs the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror to cure the cold poison. This is a way to control her. I have also experienced the cold poison and know very well how terrifying the cold poison outbreak is. If there were a normal way to cure the cold poison, it would be like heaven. I would never want to go back to the past. In this way, I would not have to worry about her being disloyal."

Luo Yuheng's voice was still soft and sweet as she spoke at length.

"Of course, I'm just stating my opinion. The final decision on how to arrange things is up to you, Yan'er," Luo Yuheng said with a smile.

A mature woman with a graceful figure and stunning beauty, at the ninth rank, possessing master-level combat strength.

It was indeed very tempting, but unfortunately, Song Yan had absolutely no interest in a ruthless old woman like Dong Yunshu!
Let's leave it to Granny Liang.

……

On another pavilion in Pingyang City, a beautiful woman dressed in white stood silently by the window, gazing at everything that was happening at the ruins of the Fenglai Inn.

This woman was Mingyue.

After interacting with Ziyu, Mingyue did not leave.

She also wanted to find Song Yan and make a deal with this Prince Yan. After all, although she had obtained the inheritance, she also had to suffer from the pain of cold poison brought by the Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing, and she needed Song Yan to detoxify her.

At this moment, Mingyue's eyes were filled with deep shock and fear... The scene of Song Yan and Ziyu fighting Dong Yunshu, though surprising, was not unacceptable. It wasn't until she saw Luo Yuheng slap Dong Yunshu to the ground that Mingyue was truly terrified.

Perhaps she needs to change her terms and attitude.

……

Meanwhile, in another part of Ningguo.

Jincheng Prefecture.

The Kong family!

As descendants of Confucius, the Confucius family has held a transcendent status throughout history.

A century-old dynasty, a millennium-old family?
In the eyes of the Confucius family, these were all just child's play. No matter how the world changes, only the Confucius family remains unchanged for eternity.

No matter who sits on the throne, as long as they still want to govern the world with Confucianism, the status of the Confucius family will be unshakeable.

Yang Hexing rebelled and attacked Jincheng Prefecture. Countless soldiers and peasants climbed the city walls and repelled Yang's rebel army's attacks time and time again. Within days, the vast Jincheng Prefecture was filled with cries of despair and countless deaths and injuries. But all of this seemed to have nothing to do with the Kong family. The Kong family did not even send a single servant to help, nor did they donate a single grain of rice.

Although it was late at night.

However, Kong Xingyao, the head of the Kong family, was not asleep; on the contrary, his bedroom was still brightly lit with candles.

Every now and then, the sounds of a man's panting and a girl's painful cries could be heard coming from inside the house.

"Master." Just then, the butler gently knocked on the door, and without waiting to see if the person inside heard him, said to himself, "There is a visitor outside the mansion."

Inside the room, the man's growls grew increasingly urgent.

About half a minute later, all that remained was heavy breathing.

Then came another rustling sound, and after a while, the door opened, and a man in his fifties finally came out.

The butler quietly raised his head and saw a young girl with a childlike face lying motionless on the bed, her expression blank and numb.

"Who is it, visiting at this hour?" Kong Xingyao asked while fastening his belt.

The butler quickly bowed his head: "They're from the Yang family!"

(End of this chapter)