The so-called bedroom art was not merely about physical techniques; more precisely, it was a cultivation method.
When practised by a man and woman together, it harmonised yin and yang, promoting longevity.
Beyond that, it held many profound mysteries.
Of course, these could only be understood through practice.
Ye Qiu studied the scrolls carefully, imprinting all one hundred eight poses in his mind, then smirked, “I’ll have to try these with Sister Lin when I get back.”
“With so many moves mastered, she’ll be begging for mercy, won’t she?”
“Heh heh.”
With a wave of his hand, the one hundred eight scrolls turned to dust.
“My blood feud is settled. It’s time to leave.”
As he departed, Ye Qiu set fire to the Kaisar Temple.
Meanwhile, at the Pluto Hall base, the War God, full of concern, asked Tang Fei, “Still no news from Ye Qiu?”
Tang Fei shook his head, “We can’t reach him.”
The War God was frustrated, “How could you not stop him? Going to the Kaisar Temple alone is so dangerous. If something happens, how will I explain it to the Ye family?”
Tang Fei grimaced, “I tried to persuade him, but you know Ye Qiu. Once he’s made up his mind, no one can stop him.”
The War God said, “Jiaye Longshu is a mid-Venerable Realm powerhouse. Ye Qiu going alone is too risky.”
“I’ll contact Ye Wushuang and ask him to head to the Kaisar Temple.”
“Also, call General Zhu Chengyu, who’s stationed in the southwest. Have him deploy three hundred thousand troops under the guise of military exercises along the southwest border. If anything happens to Ye Qiu, we’ll declare war on Tianzhu immediately.”
“We’ve already lost a dozen warriors from Pluto Hall. If Ye Qiu meets with misfortune, I’ll make them pay in blood…”
Beep beep beep—
Before the War God could finish, Tang Fei’s phone rang.
He checked it and exclaimed, “War God, it’s Ye Qiu!”
“Answer it!”
Tang Fei put it on speaker, “Ye Qiu, where are you?”
Ye Qiu replied, “Old Tang, I’m back in Hua Country. The Kaisar Temple has been wiped out. Our fallen comrades can rest in peace.”
Tang Fei asked urgently, “What about Jiaye Longshu?”
“I took him out. Gotta go, I’m on the move.” Ye Qiu hung up.
At the other end, the War God and Tang Fei were stunned, barely believing their ears.
“Jiaye Longshu is dead?”
“Ye Qiu killed him?”
“This kid never ceases to amaze.”
After the shock, the War God laughed, “A true man kills. Ye Qiu did well this time.”
“Tang Fei, draft a commendation order immediately.”
“I want to honour Ye Qiu.”
With Ye Qiu safe, Tang Fei’s worries eased, and he replied, “Yes, sir!”
…
Evening fell.
The plane landed in Jiangzhou.
After disembarking, Ye Qiu called Lin Jingzhi, eager to see her and try out the bedroom art.
“Sister Lin, where are you?”
When the call connected, Ye Qiu asked.
“Miss me?” Lin Jingzhi teased.
“Yeah, I miss you,” Ye Qiu said. “I’ll come to your place soon.”
“Honey, you won’t see me today,” Lin Jingzhi said. “I’m on a business trip in Jinling with Han Xue. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”
Ye Qiu was disappointed.
“Honey, I’ll make it up to you when I’m back, okay?” Lin Jingzhi said sweetly.
“Alright, take care of yourself. Don’t overwork,” Ye Qiu said with concern.
Lin Jingzhi sighed playfully, “Besides you, who could wear me out?”
Ye Qiu was speechless.
“Gotta go, I’m in a meeting. Talk later.”
Shortly after hanging up, Ye Qiu’s phone buzzed with WeChat messages.
Opening them, his blood surged.
Lin Jingzhi had sent a set of stunning photos, breathtakingly beautiful, like a poem:
From one angle a ridge, from another a peak, each view distinct in its heights and depths!
Ye Qiu’s heart raced, but with Lin Jingzhi away, his thirst couldn’t be quenched.
“That Sister Lin, doing this on purpose. Hmph, just wait till you’re back. I’ll show you.”
Next, he called Bai Bing.
To his surprise, she wasn’t in Jiangzhou either, attending a medical seminar in the capital.
Ye Qiu thought of Qin Wan.
“Surely Sister Wan isn’t away too?”
He dialled Qin Wan’s number.
After two rings, her gentle voice came through, “Why’d you think to call me?”
“Sister Wan, I miss you,” Ye Qiu said.
Qin Wan missed him too but, knowing he was busy, kept her feelings reserved. Hearing he missed her, she said happily, “If you miss me, come find me. I’m at the beauty salon.”
“Wait for me, I’ll be there soon.”
Ye Qiu left the airport, heading straight for the salon.
Fifty minutes later, he arrived.
The salon’s staff had left, with only two security guards on duty.
Both were Dragon Gate disciples and saluted respectfully, “Greetings, Master.”
“No need for formalities. Is President Qin here?” Ye Qiu asked.
“President Qin is in her office,” one guard replied.
“Got it.” Ye Qiu went to the fifth floor, reaching Qin Wan’s office.
The door was open, and he glanced inside.
His heart raced.
Qin Wan was bent over her desk, searching for something, wearing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, her back to Ye Qiu, her curves raised high, looking exceptionally alluring from his view.
Ye Qiu felt a rush.
“Where is it? Why can’t I find it?” Qin Wan muttered, still searching.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind.
“Ah!” Qin Wan tensed, letting out a scream.
“Sister Wan, it’s me,” Ye Qiu whispered in her ear.
Recognising him, Qin Wan relaxed, turning to look at him, “Didn’t you say you’d be here soon? Why so late? I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I was still at the airport when I called. I rushed over right after hanging up.”
Ye Qiu’s hands moved to her front, and he kissed the back of her neck.
“Stop, it tickles…” Qin Wan giggled.
Ye Qiu didn’t stop, continuing to kiss.
Unable to resist, Qin Wan’s breathing soon grew heavy.
Suddenly, she broke free from his embrace.
“Sister Wan…”
Before Ye Qiu could react, Qin Wan pushed him onto the sofa.
“Sister Wan!” As he tried to sit up, she held him down.
Then, undoing her blouse buttons, Qin Wan sat on him, her breath like orchids, “You stay still, I’ll move.”
