Tang Ya found the situation peculiar and amusing.
What was amusing was how Ze Lian, despite his high cultivation level as a Yuan Shen realm cultivator, possessing a sharp intellect that surely accompanied his power, surprisingly lacked in emotional intelligence.
Upon reflection, this was not entirely strange, for intelligence does not equate to emotional intelligence.
In their world, Tang Ya and Fei Long’s, it wasn't just cultivators; many ordinary people possessed high IQs but were rather inept in social interactions, falling behind even those with average intelligence.
Emotional intelligence involved handling relationships and acting with discretion.
Ze Lian was clearly a spoiled 'child' with little experience in social interaction or lessons learned.
This was why he spoke so many foolish words. People like him were actually easy to deal with.
Take her husband, for instance. With a slight ploy, she had made Ze Lian practically ostracized.
Many people, though they didn't voice it to his face, surely gossiped behind his back, saying things like, “Ze Lian truly wasted his good talent, he’s so foolish in his actions and speech.”
Not long after, Alice led the two to a rather nice courtyard.
When Yang Fei Long was treating her father in the house earlier, she had already arranged for servants to prepare this courtyard, so everything was complete, and a few servants were assigned to attend to them.
These servants were cultivators from auxiliary tribes of the Qingluan clan.
“Have them all go down. You know I don’t like being waited on,” Yang Fei Long said.
“Alright then!” Alice nodded at his words and dismissed the servants.
“How are you feeling?” Alice asked, biting her lip as she looked at Yang Fei Long, whose face was still pale and drawn.
“I’m mentally and physically exhausted and need some rest,” Yang Fei Long said with a smile.
“Then hurry up and recover! I’ll have the manor prepare some food for you and bring it over later,” Alice said softly, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
“Thank you for the trouble!” Yang Fei Long nodded, his smile exuding a warmth that made one feel like basking in spring.
“It’s no trouble at all. It’s what I should do. After all, you saved my father, and I haven’t even thanked you yet,” Alice said earnestly, shaking her head.
“We don’t need to be so formal,” Yang Fei Long said as they arrived inside the house. He naturally released his arm from around Alice’s shoulder and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a sense of reluctance.
To be honest, after Alice transformed into her human form, her body’s touch was quite pleasant, and he was hesitant to let go. Not only was her touch good, but she also exuded an alluring fragrance.
It was her natural scent, and not an ordinary one. It was truly delightful, making one want to inhale it again and again. He wondered if dual cultivation would feel even more wonderful.
Stop it, don't let your thoughts wander!
She was a demon, a seductive demoness. He couldn't have children who were half-human, half-demon. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to refute being called 'demi-humans' even if people mocked them.
Thinking about it, life would be too difficult for the child!
Seeing Yang Fei Long release his hand from her fragrant shoulder, Alice also felt it inappropriate to continue holding his waist. Alas, why did they have to reach the room so quickly? For some reason, a feeling of wistful loss welled up in her heart.
She had previously fantasized about the man she loved being an unparalleled, dominant figure she could look up to. But now, her fantasy seemed to have changed. It appeared this Yang Fei Long fellow wasn't bad either!
Although he wasn’t that dominant, and perhaps not as strong as her.
However, he gave her a sense of security. He could save her father, and he saved her when she thought she was doomed. This was also the reason she chose to sign a contract with Yang Fei Long. Because Yang Fei Long truly saved her, even if his intentions weren't entirely pure, he still saved her!
This was also why she spoke so frankly in the room earlier; she wasn’t lying.
Moreover, he was handsome. Although he was human and his lineage wasn't noble, she had been in her human form for a long time and sometimes considered herself human. Therefore, she had no ill feelings towards humans, and Yang Fei Long's appearance fit her aesthetic standards. This was also why, in the tomb of the Fire Flame King, whether it was to open the door with blood or to brave the sword rain, she subconsciously let Tang Ya go first.
She just hadn't delved into her inner feelings before. But during their intimate companionship on the way here, she had thought a lot and, without realizing it, her heart had been stirred.
Furthermore, Yang Fei Long was deliberately pretending to be weak and limp. Did she not suspect it? She wasn't stupid. She naturally knew Yang Fei Long was playing Ze Lian, and even his fleeting mocking smile was directed at Ze Lian.
But she didn't want to expose him, nor would she. Because she loathed that Ze Lian to the extreme, and she was more than happy to make him give up and retaliate for his disrespect towards Yang Fei Long’s words!
Although they were both members of the Qingluan clan, her heart was with Yang Fei Long.
"You..."
"You..."
In the next moment, Yang Fei Long and Alice both looked at each other and said "you" simultaneously, but then they stopped!
Yang Fei Long studied Alice. Alice's face was flushed, and she bashfully lowered her head.
Tang Ya, standing nearby, blinked her eyes and inexplicably felt superfluous at this moment. "Ahem, you two chat first. I'll go to the courtyard to practice my sword."
Then, before they could speak, she left the room, even closing the door behind her.
What a considerate woman!
In fact, Tang Ya also hoped that Yang Fei Long would take this demoness in. Because in her opinion, an equal contract was less secure than a marital relationship. After all, Yang Fei Long carried numerous treasures.
Although Alice had behaved well, what if she accidentally leaked the news that Yang Fei Long carried many precious treasures?
Wouldn’t Yang Fei Long be doomed?
But if Yang Fei Long took this Qingluan demoness, it would be different. The Qingluan would definitely be loyal to him. She knew her man's capabilities very well. Apart from having too many women, in other aspects, he could be considered the best candidate for a perfect partner!
Of course, if there were fewer women, one person might struggle to handle it!
Even though she was a furnace body, she had to lament her man's excessive strength in that regard. She wished she could find someone to help share the burden, but in this demon world, where could she find humans? At most, there were some demons who could transform into human form!
As for Qingluan, she felt she was generally good. Although she was a demon, she was kind, grateful, and pure. Coupled with her contractual relationship with her man, she was trustworthy and definitely a prime candidate!
Therefore, seeing the spark of love about to ignite between them, she naturally didn't want to be a hindrance and voluntarily left, closing the door.
As Tang Ya left the room and the door closed, an ambiguous atmosphere began to rise.
Both of them inexplicably felt a bit hot. Perhaps it was the friction along the way. Yes, as the saying goes, "friction generates heat." It wasn't true heat, but emotional heat. As the saying goes, "things got intense."