The fate of someone who considers themselves a person is to hold it all in alone for a long time.
This feeling is hard to bear.
Especially when holding a rare source of calamity in one's arms.
But after forcibly enduring it, Li Daoqiang actually felt pleased.
He had conquered his desires once again.
The reason was childish, ridiculous, and simple.
Yet he was happy on his own, with no other reason.
After a moment of joy, he looked at the Big Bandit System.
The bandit points had increased by twenty thousand.
His eyes lit up with pleasant surprise.
Wang Yuyan was actually rated as a first-tier woman!
She had only just begun learning martial arts, with a bit of inner energy but no meridians opened, placing her at the second tier of the acquired realm among women.
Yet she could earn him the same bandit points as a second-tier innate realm man—this was the situation for first-tier women in the Big Bandit System.
Plans flashed through his mind, adding more anticipation and delight.
Glancing again at Wang Yuyan, who was like a well-behaved little kitten, Li Daoqiang didn't move his body, closing his eyes to cultivate the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.
The twelfth layer of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art was notoriously difficult to master.
If he were to cultivate it on his own,
with his current aptitude, it would take at least several decades—and that "several" was a big number, at least five or more.
But despite the difficulty, every bit he cultivated himself saved some bandit points.
So he had never stopped personally cultivating the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.
And after mastering the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and achieving the Dragon Subduing True Intent,
he found that his cultivation speed for the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had increased significantly.
This wasn't hard to understand.
The Dragon Subduing True Intent was his path, his will.
A stronger, more resolute will benefited cultivation, combat, and every other aspect.
By now, his Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had become mutually reinforcing.
The stronger the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, the greater his strength.
With greater strength came more confidence, and the Dragon Subduing True Intent grew stronger.
The stronger the Dragon Subduing True Intent, the stronger his will, which accelerated his cultivation of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.
This was the proper cultivation system and path.
As he cultivated, the surrounding spiritual energy continuously converged toward Li Daoqiang.
Under his deliberate care, this spiritual energy also silently nourished Wang Yuyan.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes, his gaze shifting slightly as he looked at Wang Yuyan, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He could clearly sense that, under his intentional spiritual nourishment, a Daoist inner energy was slowly flowing within Wang Yuyan.
Though still very weak, its aura already carried a strong Daoist essence.
Similar to Li Qingluo.
Without a doubt, it was that divine art, the Little Non-Phase Art.
Thoughts flickered through his mind. Experiencing this divine art up close gave him a deeper understanding of it.
After a moment's consideration, he decided to first obtain it from Wang Yuyan and thoroughly understand the art before anything else.
As for whether Wang Yuyan would give it to him, or whether taking it this way was proper—
He had no worries about the former.
The latter was simply absurd.
She was already his, let alone a martial art.
He stopped overthinking and continued cultivating.
The next day, the sky was fully bright.
With a soft murmur, Wang Yuyan woke up.
Her eyes, still hazy with sleep, opened, showing a mix of daze and cuteness.
Li Daoqiang roused from his cultivation and watched her with interest.
The next moment, Wang Yuyan was fully awake.
"Ah!"
She let out a soft cry, her face, ears, and neck all flushed red.
She twisted her body, turning her back to Li Daoqiang, shrinking downward, burying her small face tightly in the blanket.
Li Daoqiang laughed, unceremoniously wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing close to her perfect, alluring figure.
"Awake? Are you hungry?"
A gentle voice sounded by her ear.
Wang Yuyan tensed up, not daring to say anything.
After a long moment, she relaxed slightly and softly replied, "Mm."
"If you don't want to get up, I can have the servants bring food to the bed, okay?" Li Daoqiang's mind stirred, speaking with amusement.
As he said it, he felt a bit of an itch himself.
Eating in bed—he hadn't done that in a long time.
Those were all memories.
"No."
Wang Yuyan immediately shook her head repeatedly, her voice instinctively like a little girl's coquettish refusal, very shy.
Her face grew even redder. How could she do something so absurd?
But the indulgent words behind her also brought her some reassurance.
She felt a sense of safety, of being cherished and cared for.
"Alright, then let's get up." Li Daoqiang stopped teasing his little bride and got up first to dress.
Only after stepping out of the room did he let the waiting maids enter to tidy up.
After a while, a washed and dressed Wang Yuyan appeared before Li Daoqiang.
Her long hair was coiled up, her flawless face still innocent but now with a touch of allure.
Even more beautiful.
The moment she saw Li Daoqiang, she shyly lowered her head again.
Her innocent, ethereal appearance was endearing.
Li Daoqiang didn't mind; time would take care of it.
As they ate together, he said gently with a smile, "After the meal, Yuyan, you rest well. Tonight, your husband will introduce your sister Qifang to you.
Don't worry, your sister Qifang is just as gentle and kind as you.
You'll surely get along like real sisters."
Hearing this, Wang Yuyan instinctively pouted.
Her big, watery eyes lifted, as if she had been wronged.
Though she quickly lowered her head again after meeting Li Daoqiang's gaze,
her displeasure was still obvious.
Li Daoqiang found it amusing.
Wang Yuyan looked like a child whose candy had been taken away—very cute.
Of course, he didn't think Wang Yuyan had truly fallen for him.
It was just a young girl's nature, perfectly normal.
It also showed that Wang Yuyan had truly accepted him as her husband.
Though with her simple nature, she might be prone to jealousy in the future,
Li Daoqiang didn't mind. Even if Wang Yuyan got jealous, she was easy to soothe.
The truly hard to soothe were women like Huang Xuemei and He Qinghua.
Hadn't He Qinghua taught him a lesson?
If not for Lü Lin being her weak spot, Huang Xuemei would have likely turned against him long ago.
So compared to them, Wang Yuyan was like Qi Fang in his eyes.
Just a simple little lamb, a cute kitten.
No threat.
For someone like that, he preferred to treat her gently, and he could safely keep her in Black Dragon Village without worrying about trouble at home.
He reached out and pinched Wang Yuyan's jade-like nose, saying softly, "Alright, don't be jealous. Let's all be happy together as a family, okay?"
Wang Yuyan struggled a little, still feeling upset inside.
She had known about this for a while,
but...
She couldn't find the words, so she responded with silence.
Seeing this, Li Daoqiang decisively played a trump card, smiling, "If it were just you, Yuyan, you wouldn't be able to satisfy your husband."
Wang Yuyan was puzzled, blinking her big eyes at Li Daoqiang, losing some of her shyness as she asked innocently, "What do you mean by 'satisfy'?"
"Heh, last night's events—you were so tired you fell asleep." Li Daoqiang said without a hint of embarrassment.
Wang Yuyan froze for a moment, then understood.
Her face flushed bright red, and she covered it with both hands, pouting coquettishly, "You're bad."
"Hahaha." Li Daoqiang laughed heartily, knowing he shouldn't tease his little bride anymore.
"Alright, your husband is bad. Yuyan, rest well. I'll come get you in the evening."
He said softly, reaching out to ruffle her little head before striding away.
After a while, Wang Yuyan lowered her hands, her face still red.
She pouted, looking in the direction Li Daoqiang had gone.
Her expression gradually grew a bit complicated.
(Chapter two. Should be back to normal tomorrow. That other book of mine will also resume updates tomorrow. For real this time—no more pills tomorrow.)