I am a master of both medicine and martial arts; after my release from prison, I will dominate the w

After pondering for a moment, Chu Yang laughed.

"Why take responsibility for something you've never done before? I'll handle the outside world."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yang seized the opportunity when the security guards changed shifts, slipped into the courtyard, and leaped to the viewing terrace on the third floor.

With a gentle push, he found the glass door unlocked and quietly made his way to the third-floor living room.

"Having a big house is a hassle; it's hard to even find someone to help you."

He muttered to himself as he walked into the corridor.

Hearing soft music coming from one of the rooms, Chu Yang carefully pushed the door open a crack.

A rich aroma, a blend of rose essential oil and warm, humid air, wafted over him and instantly filled his nostrils.

The spacious jacuzzi was completely covered with rich, delicate, milky-white foam.

Murong Lan's long, jet-black hair, flowing like a waterfall, was casually tied up.

Her cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes were closed, her red lips were slightly parted, her breath was sweet, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Does it feel good?"

Chu Yang's teasing tone made Murong Lan let out an "Ah!" as her body slid downwards, her head submerged in the water, and she choked hard.

The fair, jade-like leg draped over the edge of the bathtub made a "crack" sound, clearly indicating that it had dislocated.

Chu Yang quickly grabbed Murong Lan's hair and pulled her out of the water.

Because of the excessive force, half of Murong Lan's body left the water, causing Chu Yang to freeze for a moment.

"Cough cough cough..."

Murong Lan closed his eyes and coughed violently.

Chu Yang felt dizzy from the dazzling white light.

After Murong Lan stopped coughing, she felt an unbearable pain from her dislocated joint, which almost swallowed her whole.

"Aaaaah... my leg is broken... Chu Yang? You, you beast! Let me go!"

Chu Yang said "Oh" and released his hand.

"Thump—!"

Murong Lan fell into the water again, struggling wildly with her arms, and looked like she was about to grab Chu Yang's belt buckle.

Chu Yang quickly took a step back, still shaken, and complained, "What are you doing? If you really caught me, would I still be able to work?"

Luckily, they didn't manage to get to the vitals!

Otherwise, how would the people in prison view him, the fans who worship him like a god, and how would he survive in this industry?

"Help...help me..."

Seeing Murong Lan struggling and choking on water, Chu Yang quickly picked her up, carried her to the bedside, and then let go of her.

Murong Lan's soft, delicate body crashed onto the bed, and she let out a painful "Ah!"

"You...you..."

Before she could finish cursing, Chu Yang grabbed her dislocated calf with both hands and gently pushed it.

The dislocated joint was reset with a "click".

Murong Lan's delicate body tensed up and trembled for a full three seconds before collapsing onto the bed, her snow-white chest heaving violently, her whole body devoid of strength.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Chu Yang sitting on the edge of the bed with a serious expression on his face.

"asshole!"

She cursed angrily and quickly pulled the blanket over herself.

"I...I will definitely kill you!"

Chu Yang shrugged indifferently, "I'm here to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

"Talk? Talk my foot! Is this how you talk?"

Murong Lan was so angry that she could hardly breathe.

Chu Yang shrugged. "Being open and honest is the foundation of any conversation."

If she weren't completely naked, Murong Lan would have jumped up and bitten this bastard to death.

"You expect me to be completely naked? And you? Why are you wearing so much?"

Hearing this, Chu Yang frowned slightly and thought for a moment, "Hmm, you're right. I'll strip naked too!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to unbuckle his belt.

"Stop! You, you, you, don't take it off! Tell me, what are you trying to do?"

Chu Yang scoffed disdainfully, "You woman are not only black-hearted and fickle, but you also talk nonsense and are good at playing dumb."

"Don't take it off! I didn't tell them to do that!"

Chu Yang narrowed his eyes and smirked, "Looks like you're still not being honest!"

"You lecherous thief! Take this!"

With a sharp shout, Chu Yang felt a chilling coldness on his back!

A young woman with a cold face and sharp eyes like an eagle, with a sword light as fast as a bolt of lightning in her hand, carrying a sharpness that could pierce through everything, stabbed straight towards his back!

The sword's movements were ethereal and agile, its trajectory unpredictable. With a slight tremor of the sword tip, it enveloped several vital points on his back.

Ordinary experts, faced with this premeditated, sneak attack, would probably die on the spot before they could even react.

However, her target was Chu Yang!

At the critical moment, Chu Yang did not turn around. He merely slid his upper body to the side at a tiny angle that defied human biomechanics, while his feet shifted half a foot away as if by magic.

"Sizzle—!"

The sharp blade grazed almost the fabric of Chu Yang's clothes under his armpit, yet it didn't even scratch a hair on his body.

That exquisite sword strike, which would make his peers proud, was dodged by him with the slightest error, almost effortlessly!

The young female bodyguard quickly withdrew her attack and retreated, fearing that the other party might take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Chu Yang remained unmoved, a playful smile on his face as he looked at the young female bodyguard whose sneak attack had failed.

"Tsk, Cloud Palace Sword Technique? Interesting."

Chu Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone as relaxed as if he were commenting on a street performance, "Unfortunately, the execution wasn't quite there, and the killing intent was lacking. A sneak attack is all about ruthlessness and surprise, but your sword... had too many fancy moves."

His eyes held a hint of mockery for the younger generation's lack of skill.

The young female bodyguard's attack missed its mark, and her pretty face was instantly covered in frost.

"You lecherous scoundrel! Stop trying to outwit me with your words! You won't escape today!"

As she finished speaking, a powerful burst of true energy erupted from her body, and the longsword in her hand was enveloped in a layer of pale blue light. With a flick of her jade bowl, the sword rang out with a clear and melodious sound.

Murong Lan wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, her pretty face full of sarcasm.

"Chu Yang! Fang Dan is a master I invited from the Cloud Palace; she's unmatched among the younger generation. Kneel down and kowtow to me now, and I might persuade her not to kill you!"