Does fate decree that destined souls shall meet?
Did this sentence mean to tell Ye Ming that if he and Shangguan Xi'er were truly destined, their paths would eventually cross?
Ye Ming gazed at the phantom before him, his pupils flickering with light and shadow, lost in thought.
But one thing he could be sure of: the phantom's words were likely true.
The phantom's true form had left its power here precisely to convey this message to him.
As for why it had done so, Ye Ming had no idea.
"Who exactly are you?"
This was the question Ye Ming had wanted to ask from the very beginning.
Since Shangguan Xi'er was confirmed to be out of danger, the phantom's identity became even more worthy of Ye Ming's attention.
"Who am I?"
Hearing the question, the phantom seemed somewhat bewildered.
Perhaps its true form had not left its identity information within this wisp of consciousness, or perhaps for some other reason?
The phantom did not know who it was.
Yet, a name faintly resurfaced.
"Rebel... Disruptor!"
Upon uttering these three words, the phantom began to dissipate, fading away completely.
It seemed the energy sustaining this consciousness had been exhausted.
Rebel Disruptor!
As Ye Ming heard these words, his heart skipped a beat.
He clearly remembered that when Su Xin and others had tried to apprehend Ying Qianshi and Leinsent, they had labeled them as "Rebel Disruptors."
There was definitely a great deal of secrecy hidden behind this name.
"Why did you specifically tell me about Xi'er?"
Ye Ming stood still in mid-air, recalling the conversation with the phantom, trying to figure out the reason.
Hmm?
The phantom had deliberately mentioned, "Even if I went to the Dark Clan, I wouldn't find any news about Xi'er."
"Why would it say that?"
Logically speaking, the phantom only needed to tell Ye Ming that Shangguan Xi'er was not in danger.
There was no need to add such a statement.
Yet, the phantom had explicitly said it.
Was it hinting at something, or was it an unintentional remark?
There were only three possible reasons for it to say that.
One: It did not want Ye Ming to go to the Dark Clan, or to have too much contact with its people.
Two: Shangguan Xi'er herself was in the Dark Clan, and it was deliberately trying to deter him from going there.
Three: It was an unintentional remark, with no particular meaning.
These possibilities churned in Ye Ming's mind, and he ultimately leaned towards the first one.
The phantom simply did not want him to go to the Dark Clan.
And Shangguan Xi'er must have been taken somewhere else.
"Is there something or someone in the Dark Clan that the phantom did not want him to encounter?"
Ye Ming could not be certain for the moment.
Regardless, he still had to go to the Dark Clan.
It was just not as urgent now.
Since Shangguan Xi'er was confirmed not to be there, he could wait until he had free time to go.
With this thought, the heavy burden in Ye Ming's heart was finally lifted.
He then flickered his figure and returned to the villa.
But as soon as he arrived, he saw a graceful figure clad in a silk nightgown.
Because the lights were not on, her slender figure appeared even more delicate and ethereal under the moonlight.
"What happened?"
Fang Junxue glided gracefully towards Ye Ming.
They had not had a chance for any intimate moments since Ye Ming's return.
Ye Ming reached out and embraced her delicate form, murmuring softly,
"Something did happen!"
Ye Ming had no intention of hiding anything from Fang Junxue.
He could tell from her expression that she had sensed something unusual about him.
The two then sat on the sofa, Ye Ming recounting everything that had happened in Kyoto, while Fang Junxue lay quietly in his arms, listening attentively.
Ten minutes later.
"It's good that you're okay!"
After hearing everything, Fang Junxue softly uttered four words, having learned the full story.
It was unclear whether her "It's good that you're okay" referred to Shangguan Xi'er, or the man embracing her at that moment.
Or perhaps both.
Hearing this, Ye Ming tightened his embrace.
In front of Fang Junxue, he could confess everything. Even if he felt guilty, he was willing to tell the woman in his arms.
For Fang Junxue, concealment would be a form of harm.
"Junxue! Am I a terrible boyfriend?"
At this moment, for some reason, Ye Ming suddenly asked this question.
Was he stimulated by the emcee?
Fang Junxue was slightly taken aback.
But then, she simply smiled, caressed Ye Ming's cheek with her hand, and uttered a single word:
"Yes!"
How dare the great Master Ye ask such an obvious question.
How thick-skinned could he be!
"Uh!"
Hearing the prompt and decisive answer, Ye Ming's lips twitched, feeling somewhat cornered.
He could only retort fiercely, "Do you know the price you'll pay for not giving me face?"
Although his expression was fierce, his eyes burned with desire, as if he wanted to devour the beauty in his arms.
"Price!"
Fang Junxue's lips curved upwards, and she provocatively replied, "I'm afraid someone might not have the ability!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming could no longer stand it!
"Little lady! You're forcing me!"
With that, Ye Ming directly hoisted Fang Junxue onto his shoulder and headed towards the second floor.
As for what he was going to do, let's just say those who know, know.
Those who don't, don't ask.
...
Just as Ye Ming was making Fang Junxue pay the price in various poses! No, various ways! Inside Nangong Qianyu's room.
She was still awake.
Nangong Qianyu sat cross-legged on the floor, emanating a faint, ethereal energy. Although it was still thin, it was gradually solidifying.
She was cultivating.
After witnessing the gap between herself and Ye Ming today, her resolve had strengthened.
Nangong Qianyu's desire to become stronger had never been so intense.
She!
Resolved to be the one who stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
...
At this moment, not only Nangong Qianyu had solidified her resolve, but so had Delisa.
In her room, she too was diligently cultivating.
Delisa and Nangong Qianyu's beliefs were different.
The latter was about standing shoulder to shoulder!
As for her, it was to follow him forever.
The strategy and strength Ye Ming had displayed today had left an indelible mark on her heart.
Her body and soul had already succumbed.
But just as Delisa was meditating, she suddenly heard sounds of passionate intimacy, one after another.
The sounds seemed to carry a terrifying demonic power, directly disturbing Delisa's pure heart, causing her pretty face to blush.
One must remember that Delisa was a genuine cultivator at the Observation Realm.
Her perception naturally surpassed that of ordinary people.
Therefore, some disturbances were bound to reach her ears.
Fortunately, Nangong Qianyu had not yet entered the Sensing Realm, otherwise, she might not have escaped the torment of these alluring sounds and fiery desire.
And the creator of these demonic sounds, it seemed, had not learned his lesson.
He had forgotten to implement soundproofing measures again.
An hour later, the demonic sounds had not subsided, still lingering in Delisa's ears, attempting to stir a certain chord of passion within her.
At this point, a trace of infatuation had appeared in Delisa's eyes. She curled herself up, murmuring,
"Young Master! Truly... Powerful!"