218: Chapter 218 Hidden Prodigy

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room through the window lattice,

Lin Ye opened his eyes right on time.

His biological clock had always been precise; even though he had been tossing and turning until the late hours of the night, he still woke up feeling completely refreshed today.

Just as Lin Ye was about to get up, he suddenly noticed that the atmospheric pressure in the room felt somewhat off.

A faint, cold fragrance hung in the air—the signature scent of Leng Yue.

However, mixed within this cold fragrance at the moment was a thread of murderous intent.

Lin Ye's eyelid twitched.

He turned his head to see that Leng Yue had already emerged from her secluded cultivation in the basement.

Today, she wore an elegant, pale grey long robe, with her long hair casually tied back using a hairpin made of lightning-struck wood.

At this moment, the Millennium Drought Demon was sitting upright in the armchair at the foot of the bed, her hands crossed over her knees, her dark-golden eyes gazing quietly at the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the bed.

To be precise, she was staring at the distinct, faintly bruised little bite marks on Lin Ye's neck.

"My lady, you're out of seclusion? Why didn't you wake me up?"

As Lin Ye spoke, he peeled off Frost Star, who was clinging to him like an octopus, flipped out of bed, and walked over to Leng Yue.

Leng Yue's eyes swept across his neck, the corners of her lips curling into a half-smile.

"My husband must have worked hard last night. It seems that during the few hours I was in secluded cultivation in the basement, quite a fine show took place here in the second-floor bedroom."

Leng Yue's voice was unhurried and clear as a chilly spring, yet it carried a touch of jealousy.

"That girl acts like a dog."

Instead of defending himself, Lin Ye sat down beside her naturally, casually picked up the cold tea on the table for a sip, and began pouring out his woes with a helpless expression.

"My lady, you weren't here, so you don't know how dangerous last night was. I don't know what got into that little girl, running in at midnight insisting she was hungry..."

"I originally wanted to scold her, but she bit me as soon as she approached. Even though my Pure Yang Dao Body is impervious to blades and spears, it couldn't stand her Corpse King teeth grinding away at it."

Lin Ye leaned closer and shamelessly pointed at the bite marks on his neck.

"Look, it's bitten blue. If I had resisted even a little, she definitely would have torn the house down."

"For the sake of peace in our Funeral Shop, your husband had no choice but to reluctantly 'sacrifice my body to feed the demon.'"

What a brilliant move of twisting black and white and turning the tables!

He forcibly turned a steamy midnight snack into an act of enduring humiliation for the greater good.

Having lived for over a thousand years, how could Leng Yue not know her husband's knack for spouting nonsense?

Yet, as fate would have it, women always fall for this.

Especially seeing Lin Ye's rogue-like attitude of 'I was forced, and you're the only one in my heart,' most of the jealousy in Leng Yue's heart mysteriously evaporated.

She reached out her slender, cool fingers and gently caressed Lin Ye's neck.

Her fingertips slid over the bite marks, sending a tingling sensation through him.

"Getting a bargain and still acting innocent."

Leng Yue gave him a playfully reproachful glare.

"Only I indulge you like this. That girl has grown bolder with her newfound skills and is getting more and more lawless."

"If she dares to launch a night raid again next time, husband, burn her with your Pure Yang Fire to see if she still dares to act so brazenly! She didn't even know to wait for me, hogging all the food for herself."

"My lady is right. Next time I will definitely reject her sternly."

Lin Ye gave a solemn guarantee, using the opportunity to hold and play with Leng Yue's cool, delicate hand.

...

After washing up, the two came down to the first-floor main hall.

In the hall, Helena had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

This Western nun was looking in exceedingly good spirits today.

After a period of adjustment, she had fully accepted her role as Lins Funeral Shop's 'life secretary and senior bodyguard.'

Wearing her tight black trench coat, she respectfully placed a poured glass of milk in front of Lin Ye, her icy-blue eyes filled with docility.

"Boss, First Wife, please enjoy breakfast."

Lin Ye nodded and was just about to pick up a sandwich.

"Bang!"

A loud noise echoed from a corner of the main hall.

Ayugu, wearing pajamas printed with SpongeBob SquarePants, slammed the laptop in her hands onto the sofa like a crazed wildcat.

"I'm so furious! These self-righteous hypocrites! They truly have no shame whatsoever!"

Ayugu stood with her hands on her hips, her ahoge sticking straight up in anger as her chest heaved heavily.

"Early in the morning, who upset our resident internet addict? Did you get trolled in ranked again?"

Lin Ye casually bit into his sandwich, long accustomed to her outbursts.

"It's those reclusive families that just emerged from seclusion!"

Ayugu stomped over angrily, snatched the milk in front of Lin Ye, and gulped down half a glass before finally catching her breath.

"Boss, look at the news on the forum! Those bastards are basically taking a dump right on our Funeral Shop's head!"

Lin Ye's brow raised slightly.

He took the phone handed to him by Ayugu.

On the screen was Great Xia's largest dark web forum for transcendent beings.

At this moment, the entire forum was completely flooded with several stickied and bolded hot posts.

[Breaking! Lingnan Zhuge Clan emerges from seclusion, forcefully taking over 36 spiritual vein nodes in Jiangzhou's western suburbs! Announces the establishment of the 'Jiangnan Daoist Inspectorate'!]

[Five Great Immortal Halls of the Northeast Chu Ma Xian, jointly pressuring Jiangzhou's Ninth Bureau, demanding a redistribution of Jiangzhou's transcendent territory!]

[Huge Scoop! Young Master of the Lingnan Zhuge Clan speaks out: Jiangzhou's Taiping Old Street Lins Funeral Shop belongs to no sect, illegally hoards wealth, and monopolizes Yin-door resources. Demands they surrender all artifact treasures and ledgers to the 'Inspectorate' for audit within three days! Otherwise, they will be treated as evil heretics!]

Looking at these arrogant headlines,

Lin Ye couldn't help but laugh.

He laughed very happily, as if he were looking at a flock of fat geese actively sticking their necks out onto the chopping block.

"Interesting."

Lin Ye tossed the phone onto the table, leaned back against the chair, and crossed his long legs.

"Yesterday, that female director named Director Su Mei came to probe, saying these reclusive families were restless. I thought back then that we'd each mind our own business—they could show off all they wanted while I made my money."

"Who would have thought these bumpkins, gone dull from being shut away in deep mountains and old forests, would dare target me as soon as they came out."

Ayugu stomped her feet in anger beside him.

"Boss, how can you still laugh! That Young Master of the Zhuge Clan is called Young Master Zhuge Ming, and he's said to be a once-in-a-century genius of Qimen Dunjia."

"Last night, he brought dozens of top family experts and forcibly occupied The Ninth Bureau's spiritual energy observation station in the western suburbs!"

"That kid even declared on the forum that the waters of Jiangzhou are too murky, and that righteous orthodox sects like them need to 'clear out the mud.'"

"He singled out our Lins Funeral Shop by name as the biggest cancer in Jiangzhou, claiming we not only harbor Western heretics but also raise extreme evil entities."

Upon hearing this,

Helena, standing to the side, instantly released a chilling intent to kill from her icy-blue eyes.

Her long, fair legs tensed up abruptly, the muscles beneath her tactical trench coat poised to strike like a leopard.

"Boss, do you need me to go slice off the tongue of this man named Young Master Zhuge Ming?"

Helena's voice was frigid, devoid of any warmth.

In her creed, anyone who dared insult Lin Ye had to die.