I bought a secret manual of the Hehuan Sect for ten yuan.

"I'm truly impressed by Lu Qi, that sixth brother!"

"We repeatedly told him to be careful about the medication's effects, and he still managed to mess it up like this! Unbelievable!"

Qin Ge hung up the phone and started complaining, then lowered his head and pondered.

Yu Jinghong sat cross-legged on the sofa, practicing her martial arts with her eyes closed. Her face remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard Qin Ge's words at all.

Qin Ge grabbed a pillow and threw it at Yu Jinghong, "Can't you even give me a reaction? This is so rude!"

"Practicing martial arts on the sofa first thing in the morning? This soft bed might bite you!"

"The bed won't bite, but a dog of a man will!" Yu Jinghong slowly opened her eyes, a smile on her face. "Martial arts practitioners strive to keep their energy and spirit in the best possible condition."

"I'm used to waking up early. If I were as lazy as you, I'd be hopeless!"

"What kind of reaction do you expect from me regarding Lu Qi's petty affairs? Do you want me to despise you?"

"Who told you to do something like this? I think he deserves it!"

"What you said makes so much sense!" Qin Ge stretched. "If I were hopeless, why would I be better than you?"

"How much do you gain from practicing your skills all morning compared to the progress you make from a single dual cultivation session with me?"

"If you relied on yourself, could you break through to the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm in ten or eight years? You're already at the peak of the Earth Realm. Have you forgotten how you got there?"

Yu Jinghong: "..."

What should I do? What he said seems to make a lot of sense.

If it weren't for Qin Ge, let alone reaching the peak of the Earth Realm, it's hard to say whether she could even have broken through to the Great Earth Realm before becoming Aunt Yu—that's a fact!

Yu Jinghong's lips suddenly curled upwards, then she lightly leaped onto the bed like a feather, straddling Qin Ge. "You're right!"

"Then come and help me practice my skills!"

She loosened her belt, gently swayed her shoulders back, and her pajamas slid down her smooth, alabaster skin.

Are you disabled or incapacitated?

Yu Jinghong grasped Qin Ge's hands and placed them on her slender waist, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"I have important business to discuss!" Qin Ge said, but his hands were already working in two separate ways, one going up and the other down.

"You seem to know quite a bit about the Jinling Martial Arts Hall, right? Tell me about Qiao Song, is he any good?"

"You want Shadow Martial Hall to handle Lu Qi's matter? I didn't realize you valued Lu Qi so much. Aren't you just trying to use him?"

"It's not a matter of valuing him; using him is also a form of cooperation, each getting what they need. Although he didn't get any useful information out of Wu Nanzhi, it wouldn't be good to just leave him alone!"

"Tch! You only want him because he still has some value, right? Do you want the Shadow Martial Hall to take down the Jinghe Merchant Guild? Ugh..."

"I don't have that kind of mindset. Can't I just save people? I don't even know where Wu Nanzhi took Lu Qi. It's best to let the Shadow Martial Hall handle it. If they can work with the Jinghe Chamber of Commerce, that would be even better!"

"You're overthinking it. If the Shadow Martial Hall intervenes, the Jinghe Chamber of Commerce won't have a chance to retaliate. The mutually destructive outcome you're imagining is impossible!"

"Is Qiao Song really that strong?"

"There's one strict requirement to become a branch leader of the Shadow Martial Hall: your strength must be at least at the Heavenly Realm!"

"I know that. But compared to your father, who is stronger, Qiao Song or Yu Xiao?"

"I don't know what level Qiao Song is at now, but Han Xiuyun is about the same age as my dad, so they're considered peers. That means her father, Qiao Song, is a generation older than my dad, don't you think?"

"What does that prove? By your logic, your dad is a generation older than me, so why did he admit defeat when he fought me?"

"Martial arts, like medical skills, require time to accumulate and mature. Qiao Song has practiced for more than 20 years longer than my father, so naturally he is much stronger!"

Of course, talent also plays a role, but this logic generally applies when the difference in talent is not too significant.

You're an oddball, you're outside the realm of logic!

As long as Qiao Song learns and confirms that Lu Qi is in Wu Nanzhi's hands, Wu Nanzhi will surely die!

"Be gentle...you bastard!"

"Sorry, I was daydreaming..."

"Also, if Qiao Song finds out you're using Lu Qi like this, he might cause you trouble. Are you confident you can handle him?"

"I've never even seen him before, I'll only know after we fight!"

"Ugh... Ah..."

The basement of a private estate.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

Wu Nanzhi held a leather whip in her hand and lashed Lu Qi's body again and again, and was already drenched in sweat but still not satisfied.

Qin Ge watched from the side, his feelings complicated.

Lu Qi's hands were bound and he was suspended in mid-air. His upper body was covered in crisscrossing whip marks and blood, but a smile lingered on his pale face. "You should have said you liked playing this earlier!"

"It's such a shame I could have let you enjoy this kind of fun to your heart's content last night!"

Wu Nanzhi gritted her teeth, "How dare you use such foul language!"

The whip cracked, and the ripped flesh was a horrifying sight.

"Am I wrong?" Lu Qi seemed oblivious to the pain, his smile unchanged. "Why did you hit my upper body every single time after all those blows?"

"Isn't it because you're worried about hurting me and then regretting it later, that you won't be able to undo the damage?"

"Hahaha--"

Hashimoto Aoi was stunned. This man was too crazy. He dared to provoke the chairman in this situation. Was he really not afraid of death?

But it seems he was right after all!

Because she was just worried that Wu Nanzhi had hurt Lu Qi. She didn't know what was causing her worry, but it was a fact, even if it was a subconscious worry!

Hashimoto Aoi was devastated. This man had defiled her and Chairman Wu, ravaging them all night. Why should she still worry about him?

"You—!" Wu Nanzhi was even more distraught than Hashimoto Aoi. She raised her whip and aimed it at Lu Qi's lower body, trying to prove that it wasn't as Lu Qi said.

But the whip was raised many times but could never be lowered.

Wu Nanzhi had to admit that Lu Qi was right; that was what she subconsciously thought, even without conscious thought.

"President, let's take care of business first. Killing him won't make much difference!"

Hashimoto Aoi, as if possessed, spoke up, conveniently giving Wu Nanzhi a way out, "About last night..."

"Ahem, what I meant to say is that the real culprit is Qin Ge!"

"Without Qin Ge, and without that expert Yu Jinghong by his side, none of this would have happened!"

"My hatred will not be appeased until Qin Ge is killed!"

"Why not spare his life for now, and use it to threaten Qin Ge, thus luring him here!"

"Don't worry, President. We'll prepare thoroughly this time and make sure Qin Ge and Yu Jinghong never return!"

If Yu Jinghong doesn't die, Hashimoto Aoi will likely never be able to overcome her inner demons, and she will find it difficult to make any further progress in her martial arts in this lifetime.

Are you pleading for me?

"Interesting, hahaha—"

Lu Qi's laughter grew even more maniacal. "Don't worry, Qin Ge won't come!"

"Do you think I'm that close to him? Why would he risk his life to save me!"

"You don't need a reason to keep me around. I promise I'll be available whenever you call, and you can do whatever you want with me!"

"It's all my fault for being too enthusiastic last night; you guys couldn't resist, hahaha—"