Ultimately, Yang Feilong chose to trust Qian Yeyu and poisoned the three of them. In truth, Yang Feilong had considered cultivating the Soul Control Art, which would have allowed him to enslave them, but he ultimately decided against it. He felt that such a path was best not tread lightly.
He wasn't sure if he would become irredeemably lost once he tasted its benefits. His current cultivation progress was already far better than before.
Although poisoned, the three were greatly relieved. Living is better than dying, and after all their hard work to reach their current level, they were unwilling to die for the Ye Ren Group.
While the Ye Ren Group was powerful, most of the people they cultivated were not mere automatons. Everyone who served the Ye Ren Group did so for personal gain. It was only natural for them to pledge loyalty to Yang Feilong to save their lives.
Moreover, if they performed well, they might even have a chance to regain their freedom in the future.
Besides, even if Yang Feilong didn't offer an antidote, would others be incapable of helping them?
Yes, poisoning had its drawbacks; it couldn't control the other person's thoughts. However, cultivating the Soul Control Art was different. As mentioned before, Yang Feilong harbored his own reservations and concerns about this particular cultivation method.
...
After disposing of Brother Gaoqiao's body, Yang Feilong prepared to take his leave.
"Can't you stay?" Qian Yeyu blocked Yang Feilong's path, her voice soft and pleasant to the ear.
Today, Qian Yeyu had specifically dressed in a sailor-style school uniform, making her appear not only youthful and radiant but also possessing a unique charm. Bathed in the moonlight, she was even more stunningly beautiful.
Yang Feilong couldn't help but swallow: "Don't do this."
Qian Yeyu moved closer to Yang Feilong, standing on her tiptoes and whispering into his ear, her breath like a gentle breeze: "You rejected me last time, do you intend to reject me again? Can you truly bear to let a stunner like me become someone else's plaything in bed?"
"Ahem." Yang Feilong choked, about to stop Qian Yeyu from her nonsensical talk.
"But if the recipient is you, I don't mind, Master, meow~~~"
Yang Feilong: "..."
Yang Feilong believed his resolve was as unshakeable as a steadfast pillar, but this single meow shattered his defenses.
He admitted that his shield was far from impenetrable. Facing such a sharp "cat," it was utterly defenseless!
"You're playing with fire," Yang Feilong said in a hoarse voice.
"Please play with me~~~~ Don't spare me," Qian Yeyu responded to Yang Feilong's words with bold, unashamed declarations.
Then, Yang Feilong's eyes turned red.
His adrenaline surged, and his mind exploded.
Following that, Yang Feilong could no longer maintain his pretense of aloofness. He scooped up Qian Yeyu and quickly carried her into the house.
...
Petals fall and bloom, a few branches remain.
Daybreak arrived, and sunlight streamed through the window onto the large bed. A man and a woman were in peculiar positions on the bed.
Yang Feilong's eyes were closed, his brow slightly furrowed as if lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Qian Yeyu was chattering incessantly, her mumblings punctuated by her hands grinding soy milk.
Finally, Yang Feilong let out a long sigh, and Qian Yeyu finally received her delicious breakfast.
"Master, are you comfortable?" After eating her fill, Qian Yeyu lay beside Yang Feilong, drawing circles on his body and giggling.
Yang Feilong opened his eyes and wanted to say something, but in the end, he just grunted.
What had happened, had happened. Any further reluctance now would seem hypocritical.
Moreover, despite Qian Yeyu being new to this, her repertoire of techniques was truly extensive. However, upon reflection, it made sense. Having grown up in Japan with a Japanese mother, even if she hadn't eaten pork, she must have seen pigs run.
"These methods were taught to me by the maids at home years ago," Qian Yeyu explained softly, fearing Yang Feilong might misunderstand. "It's not like I learned them recently."
"I believe you. After all, I know better than anyone whether you're a virgin," Yang Feilong comforted her.
Indeed, his strength had demonstrably broken through. He knew that his current progress was difficult, but after a night of dual cultivation with Qian Yeyu, both his Qi cultivation and his water and fire abilities had advanced by a significant step. His Qi cultivation reached the late stage of the sixth level, and his water and fire abilities both reached the late stage of the sixth tier.
Only through first-time dual cultivation with a woman could such a remarkable effect be achieved. Furthermore, Yang Feilong's realm and Qian Yeyu's were quite similar, making the dual cultivation even more effective.
Qian Yeyu also benefited immensely. Her cultivation had leaped forward significantly, advancing from a high-level Chunin to an early-stage Jonin, and not just the initial stage, but directly to the late stage, nearly breaking through an entire major realm.
However, Yang Feilong couldn't help but smile when he recalled their conversation after Qian Yeyu's cultivation had peaked.
He remembered at the time—
"Master, why is your dual cultivation technique so powerful? My cultivation has improved so much in just one night!" Qian Yeyu's face couldn't hide her joy as she said, "Does this mean I'll become a high-level Jonin soon?"
"You're thinking too much," Yang Feilong said, a wry smile on his face. "The first time was due to your primal yin. While subsequent dual cultivations will still be effective, they won't be nearly as potent as the first time!"
"Is that so!" Qian Yeyu looked quite disappointed. "I thought it would be like this every time. So I was overthinking it. But I suppose it's reasonable."
Even though she knew the first time was the most effective, Qian Yeyu, upon discovering the benefits of such a potent elixir, embarked on a path of actively seizing her own fortune, a road of self-reliance.
This night was unforgettable for Yang Feilong.
He found himself increasingly reluctant to part with Qian Yeyu; this woman had brought him countless novel pleasures.
"I'll cook for you," Qian Yeyu said, getting up after they had nuzzled intimately for a while.
Although this villa didn't belong to Qian Yeyu, she had been the highest-ranking officer of the Ye Ren Group stationed in Lan Hai City. Thus, it felt almost like home to her. However, she rarely lived here. It was only recently, when Takahashi Yuta arrived from Japan, that she was instructed to report on her work progress, prompting her visit.
Despite not residing here often, she had arranged for a housekeeper to replenish fresh fruits and vegetables every few days.
"No need to trouble yourself. After we wash up, let's go out to eat!" Yang Feilong suggested.
"Okay," Qian Yeyu nodded sweetly.
Having surrendered herself to Yang Feilong and gained such immense benefits, she was now incredibly attached to him and felt immensely happy.