Yang Cheng lay on top of Cheng Ruonan, panting heavily, feeling his Dantian filled with Primordial Yin Qi, and sighed comfortably.

Just as the two were fiercely battling, he heard voices outside the car, and his expression showed a hint of embarrassment.

Cheng Ruonan slumped into the car seat, slowly activating her Cultivation Technique to absorb the essence. At first, her abdomen was still a bit sore, but as the essence entered her body, a warm current circled in her Dantian, and soon the soreness vanished.

"How are you? Still uncomfortable?"

Yang Cheng picked Cheng Ruonan up, his large hand fell onto her abdomen to check.

Originally, her Dantian had cracks, but after absorbing the essence, the cracks healed.

"Much better, just a bit tired. You were too fierce just now."

Cheng Ruonan’s pretty face was flushed, and she looked a bit weak.

"If I didn’t hurry, once the cracks in your Dantian expanded, absorbing the essence would be useless."

Seeing she was okay, Yang Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, glancing outside the car, where Ye Ling’Er and Cheng Qiyue’s expressions were quite grim.

"Get dressed quickly, they’ve been waiting a long time."

"They?"

Cheng Ruonan looked a bit puzzled.

"I hired a bodyguard to protect Ye Ling’Er. She just got out of the car to pick someone up."

As Yang Cheng spoke, he had already dressed and got out of the car first.

"Sorry for calling you over suddenly."

Yang Cheng gave Cheng Qiyue a slight smile, his face carrying a touch of embarrassment.

"Calling me over suddenly is nothing, but in broad daylight..."

Cheng Qiyue looked confused.

Was his desire that strong? Could he not wait until they were at a hotel?

"Don’t misunderstand, I was healing her just now. It was an emergency, so I had to do it in the car."

Yang Cheng hurriedly explained, his handsome face flushing slightly.

Though under the influence of the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture, his desires were stronger than the average man, but not to the extent of being starving.

"I see."

Cheng Qiyue nodded then asked, "I heard from Miss Ye that you encountered assassins, which is why you urgently called me over. Who exactly are these assassins?"

"Have you heard of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?"

Yang Cheng asked.

"No." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Cheng Qiyue shook her head.

"It’s an organization that practices Evil Techniques. They’ve been trying to take over Jiulong Mountain Villa, so they’ve been secretly assassinating Miss Ye. Your task is to protect her closely."

Cheng Qiyue wasn’t a cultivator yet, but her skills were already quite impressive. Yang Cheng decided to find the right opportunity to help her.

"If you’re so worried about Miss Ye, why keep that female assassin around?"

Cheng Qiyue didn’t think Yang Cheng was easily swayed by beauty, and couldn’t help but voice her doubts.

Just then, the car door was pushed open, and a woman with a seductive posture and stunning face stepped out.

Instantly, Cheng Qiyue’s breath halted, and she stood there in a daze.

At first glance, she was stunned by the woman’s beauty. Her waist was slender and easily embraced, yet her bosom and hips were voluptuous, her skin smooth as cream, with delicate facial features making one’s heart flutter with her gaze.

This woman looked as if she were a masterpiece exhibited by Nuwa!

But the more she looked, the more familiar the woman seemed, as if she’d seen her somewhere before.

Simultaneously, Cheng Ruonan was also staring at Cheng Qiyue, her brows slightly furrowed, a shocked look gradually appearing in her eyes.

Yang Cheng watched the two staring at each other intently, waving a hand in front of Cheng Qiyue’s eyes, asking, "Do you two know each other?"

"Ms. Qi Yue."

Cheng Ruonan tentatively spoke, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Is it... Ruonan."

Cheng Qiyue was equally agitated, her eyes instantly reddening.

The seductive woman before her gradually overlapped with the innocent little girl from fifteen years ago, and for a moment, Cheng Qiyue thought she was dreaming.

All these years, she had traveled to many places searching for this sister, only to find nothing. She never expected to encounter her by chance after so many years.

Cheng Ruonan’s appearance had hardly changed, but her aura was completely different. If not for the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, Cheng Qiyue would never have recognized this was the girl who used to follow her, calling her sister.

"Ruonan, where have you been all these years?"

Cheng Qiyue’s voice trembled with excitement as she staggered forward, just about to hold Cheng Ruonan’s hand, only to be coldly avoided by her.

"Don’t touch me!"

Cheng Ruonan coldly declared, her once charming eyes now filled with aloofness and resentment.

"Ruonan, what’s wrong? I’m your sister! You just called my name!"

Cheng Qiyue reached out again, only to be abruptly pushed by Cheng Ruonan.

Completely unprepared, her body instinctively leaned backward, falling into a warm embrace.

"Talk it out, don’t push people!"

Yang Cheng frowned displeasedly. If he hadn’t hurriedly stepped forward just now, Cheng Qiyue would have taken quite a fall.

"I’m fine! Ruonan surely didn’t mean it."

Cheng Qiyue wasn’t angry in the slightest; instead, she proactively found excuses for Cheng Ruonan.

"I did mean it; I don’t want to see you."

Cheng Ruonan, usually gentle and charming, was now as cold as ice.

"Why? I’ve been looking everywhere for you all these years, where have you been? How did you become an assassin?"

Cheng Qiyue suddenly remembered Ye Ling’Er mentioning Cheng Ruonan being a female assassin, and her heart skipped a beat, struggling to imagine the kind of life Ruonan had been living all these years.

"It’s none of your business. Didn’t you abandon me long ago?"

Cheng Ruonan sneered, her gaze full of ridicule.

"I didn’t! How could I ever abandon you!"

Cheng Qiyue hurriedly defended, her delicate face full of sorrow.

"You’re lying to me, even now you’re lying to me. Do you still think I’m that naive little girl?"

Cheng Ruonan cried, her eyes reddened, questioning loudly.

Seeing the two emotionally charged, Yang Cheng quickly interjected, "Calm down, there might be some misunderstanding. Let’s leave here first and find a safe place to talk."

Although they had dealt with this group from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, who knows if there weren’t reinforcements.

The Poison Control Skill was powerful, but with his current cultivation, he couldn’t use it continually; it consumed a significant amount of True Qi.

"I’m not leaving with her, you guys don’t bother with me."

Cheng Ruonan adjusted her clothes stubbornly.

"Your wounds have just healed. If I don’t care for you, are you waiting for the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect to come to kill you?"

Yang Cheng was a bit annoyed, his expression turning stern.

Cheng Ruonan lowered her eyes without speaking, her small face showing a very complex expression, making one feel a bit heartbroken.

"You just said your legs were weak from sitting in the car, unable to walk. Where would you go on your own? Get in the car obediently."

With that, Yang Cheng hoisted Cheng Ruonan up, opened the car door, and tossed her onto the seat.