Chapter 105: Not a Real Man

Ye Lingyun admitted he had lost!

This dazzling, highly sought-after Spirit Hearer, who possessed the ability to stand above all martial artists in Yang City and was even compared to the Dao Guides, was now admitting defeat in public!

Everyone looked at Ye Lingyun in utter shock. Only Qiu Xuanxuan, who had been slapped, kept her head down and sobbed. However, given her status, no one dared to step forward to comfort her.

Ye Lingyun’s gaze remained fixed on Su Ye. In a deep voice, he said, "I lost. However, it was only a temporary defeat within ten moves! Next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Su Ye laughed heartily, meeting him head-on as he declared loudly, "No matter how many times, you will always be defeated by my hand!"

Jiang Liuying was also incredibly proud. Her face bloomed with a smile as she wiped the glistening tears from her pretty face. "Anyone can make excuses after the fact. A loss is a loss. What do you mean, 'next time'? If someone hadn't called a stop just now, and if you hadn't shamelessly released your suppressed cultivation, do you think you'd still be standing? Do you think you'd still be able to slap your woman? Your hand would have been broken! Hmph! You're really not a man!"

Hearing Jiang Liuying's words, the atmosphere on the field shifted subtly once more. Everyone knew that Ye Lingyun's women were all beautiful, rich, and noble, too numerous to count. Usually, he would constantly proclaim, "As long as she is my woman, I love her!" Yet, unexpectedly, he had slapped Qiu Xuanxuan twice today.

It seemed everything they had heard in the past was a lie.

"You are right!" Ye Lingyun replied.

He extended his left hand, a ruthless glint suddenly flashing in his eyes. He reached toward his waist with his right hand, and with a sharp metallic ring, drew a thin, slender dagger.

"This hand not only suffered defeat, but it also struck the woman I love! Unforgivable!"

*Shring!*

A cold light flashed from the dagger in his hand as he plunged it ruthlessly into his left wrist. In an instant, it pierced straight through from his pulse to the back of his hand, and blood gushed out immediately.

Ye Lingyun let out a ferocious roar and dragged the dagger violently toward his elbow. With a sickening tear, he sliced open half of his forearm!

This shocking scene made everyone gasp in horror.

"Lingyun, no, don't do this!" Qiu Xuanxuan instantly forgot her crying and rushed forward, her face pale. She stared at the flowing blood, completely at a loss.

Gritting his teeth against the agonizing pain, Ye Lingyun looked at Qiu Xuanxuan with a doting expression and whispered, "I'm sorry. I couldn't get back what you wanted. I will never hit my woman again. If I ever do it again, I will sever this entire hand."

Qiu Xuanxuan didn't know what to say. She frantically tried to bandage his wound, crying out, "You can hit me, as many times as you want! I'm willing to let you hit me, just don't hurt yourself anymore!"

Ye Lingyun's gaze slowly drifted back to Su Ye. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Today, I lost! We are even!"

Su Ye's body trembled slightly as he clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, he felt a deep sense of unease, as if a venomous snake were coiled in the darkness, ready to spring and bite him at any second. He even had a strange premonition: because he hadn't killed Ye Lingyun this time, it might be he who died next time.

This Ye Lingyun was incredibly resilient, capable of yielding and enduring to a terrifying degree, and his actions were extremely extreme. Take Qiu Xuanxuan, for instance—she had likely been brainwashed to a frightening extent and would remain utterly submissive and devoted to him for the rest of her life.

Seeing this, Ouyang Yi also said in a heavy voice, "Lingyun, it was just a duel! And just a bead! There's no need to take it so seriously!"

Jiang Ziyang also felt compelled to offer words of comfort. "Indeed, there is no need to mutilate yourself! Quick, someone come and help treat his wound!"

"No need! Everyone—until we meet again!"

Ye Lingyun spoke proudly. He looked up at the pool of black blood hovering in the air, then cast his gaze back to Su Ye. The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smirk before he turned and walked away.

As he left, his entourage naturally followed closely behind him.

"That boy, sigh..." Ouyang Yi shook his head. Knowing there was no reason to stay, he exchanged a few polite words before finally saying, "I must still congratulate the Jiang family and Su Ye. You have won Huaping Villa. That is a wonderful place! Even the Yu family wanted it before. I will have someone come tomorrow to handle the transfer paperwork. Alright, I shall take my leave as well!"

"Haha, thank you, Alliance Chief Ouyang! Let us see you out!" A crowd of people gathered around Ouyang Yi, escorting him to several luxury cars.

Before getting into the car, Ouyang Yi looked back at Su Ye, smiled, and said, "Su Ye, I heard you have a good relationship with my son, Ouyang Yunfeng. You two should visit each other more often. You young people must have plenty of things to talk about. Alright, no need to see me off further!"

Su Ye was still injured, so he merely exchanged a few polite words before the crowd watched Ouyang Yi get into his car and drive off.

"Butler, Butler, take care of Su Ye—" Jiang Liuying didn't care about Su Ye at the moment. She ran straight to the table where the wagers were placed. On it lay a bead and the key to Huaping Villa.

"Dad, what's so special about this Huaping Villa? I noticed you seemed to like it a lot," Jiang Liuying asked quickly as she picked up the key.

Jiang Ziyang did not go over. Instead, he examined Su Ye's injuries on the spot and said in a grave voice, "Fortunately, it's not fatal! It seems your Lightning Meridians are truly miraculous. Anyone else would probably be dead by now. Don't be so reckless in the future! Let's head inside first!"

"Please rest assured, Family Head. I deliberately let him strike me to force the cursed blood out of my body. From now on, I won't have to suffer from its torment."

Su Ye glanced up at the mass of black blood again. By now, it had faded significantly. It would likely dissipate completely in less than half a day.

An indescribable look of sorrow appeared on Jiang Ziyang's face. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he sighed and said, "This cursed blood has another name: Demon Blood... How could it be forced out so easily by you? Let's go back first and take some medicine."

It was actually Demon Blood?

Su Ye subtly scanned his body. Judging by the radiance emitted by his mysterious "Yanhuang Cultivation Technique," there was no trace of Demon Blood left inside him! However, this cultivation technique was Su Ye's greatest secret, and he had no intention of revealing it in public.

Although Su Ye had faced several close calls, he had ultimately won and emerged without any life-threatening injuries. Consequently, the entire Jiang family was filled with joy.

The Head Butler specially arranged a family banquet to bring everyone some cheer and dilute the oppressive atmosphere of recent days.

Having gone through so much, the Jiang family had become more united and harmonious. Even cousin Li Weiqiang, Aunt Lai Shuqin, and the others hurried over. However, they no longer dared to show any insolence toward Su Ye. Instead, they approached with obsequious smiles, offering toasts.

Though Su Ye had taken medicine, he was still heavily injured and had to avoid alcohol, so he could only drink fruit juice. There was one other person who couldn't drink: Jiang Liuying, who was under eighteen.

Her fair, delicate face was almost flushed red. Up close, her skin looked as smooth as a freshly peeled lychee. She was filled with indignation, biting down on her straw until it was completely deformed.

"Stupid Su Ye, smelly Su Ye! You won't drink, so you won't let me drink either, huh? If you love fruit juice so much, why don't you just marry the lady at the fruit stand?"

"Hey, don't resort to personal attacks! You're the one who isn't eighteen yet, so you can't drink. What does that have to do with me?" Su Ye said, listening to the pianist play with an air of relaxed enjoyment.

"Bah! If you hadn't reminded my dad, would he have remembered? You, you..." Jiang Liuying rolled up her sleeves in annoyance. Her twin ponytails swayed elegantly as she leaned in close to Su Ye, reaching out to pinch his waist.

"Ow, ow, ow... Ah! Let go! Are you a dog? That hurts, that's where my wound is..."

Jiang Liuying smiled coquettishly, radiating charm. "No, I belong to your... waist! My dear future husband, you really have no respect. I was the one who spoke up for you to get the ten-move limit and force Ye Lingyun to suppress his cultivation. Now, you're the hero in everyone's eyes, and I, the great young miss, look like dead weight."

"Let go, let go! That's my wound! How could you be dead weight? You played a crucial role; the greatest credit goes to you!" Su Ye kept tapping Jiang Liuying's small hand, trying to get her to release him.

"Then I demand that you give Huaping Villa to me," Jiang Liuying said, making a massive demand.

"Isn't that a bit too much? I haven't even laid eyes on it yet! I risked my life to win it, and you want to keep it all to yourself? No way! Just pinch me to death!" Su Ye said with tragic resolve, acting as though he were ready to die a martyr.

"Then my name must be on the property deed. We'll say we own it together. Don't worry about the details, I'll have the butler handle the paperwork anyway... If even that won't do, then I'll have no choice but to do something I'll regret to our future daughter—by pinching you to death."

"Alright, alright, alright! We'll put your name on it. We'll write it—write it, write it!"

"Heehee, that's a good boy! Oh, why is your wound bleeding again? It's fine, it's fine, I'll call someone to re-bandage it. It's okay, it doesn't hurt, mwah~"