68: Ip Man: I can only attack the maid.

The hall was silent, save for the faint sound of silk rubbing together. The maidservants maintained elegant postures, yet each was displaying her charm in her own unique way.

The mature and charming maidservant gently raised her right hand, her fingertips grazing her collarbone; the gesture appeared casual, yet it involuntarily drew everyone's gaze to her. Her qipao tightened at the waist, outlining a perfect waist-to-hip ratio, and her black silk stockings shimmered with a delicate luster under the lights, as if one could feel their silk-smooth texture.

The innocent young girl seemed to sense the gazes of the crowd, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She subconsciously bit her lower lip, a gesture that made her appear all the more pitiful and moving. The collar of her qipao was embroidered with delicate plum blossom patterns, rising and falling gently with her breath, as if a few plum blossoms were truly blooming in the night.

The alluring woman suddenly took a step forward, her high heels clicking crisply against the floor. Her movement broke the original silence but brought a different rhythm that made hearts race. At the slit of her qipao, lace trim was faintly visible on her black silk stockings, appearing and disappearing with her steps. Her eyes swept across the room with a hint of provocation, as if asking: "Who dares to meet my gaze?"

Just then, a breeze blew in from the open window, lifting the hems of the maidservants' qipaos. A hundred beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stockings formed a dazzling scene under the lights. Their long hair was gently tossed by the wind, and the beads in their hair emitted a crisp clinking sound.

The scent of perfume lingering in the air seemed to grow stronger, mixing with the unique luster of silk to create a suffocatingly bewitching atmosphere. The maidservants raised their right hands in unison, their fingertips gently brushing their cheeks, a gesture that added a touch more charm to their already exquisite faces.

The light from the crystal chandelier flowed over them, the black silk reflecting a delicate luster. Their gazes were charming, alluring, innocent, or mature, yet all carried a certain lethal attraction. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the visual impact brought by this wave of black, leaving an indelible mark on the retina.

Suddenly, music began to play. It was a classical Eastern melody, the sound of the pipa crisp and pleasant. The maidservants moved slowly to the music; their movements were uniform, yet each had its own distinct character. The mature and charming one swayed her waist, like an elegant black snake; the innocent young girl's steps carried a hint of timidity, yet appeared all the more moving; the alluring woman's movements were bold and aggressive, every turn carrying a lethal temptation.

The hems of their qipaos fluttered with their dance steps, the black silk stockings shimmering with a delicate luster under the lights. The sound of high heels striking the floor merged perfectly with the music, forming a unique rhythm. Their arms traced graceful arcs in the air, their fingertips seemingly plucking invisible strings.

At this moment, the entire hall seemed to have turned into a huge stage, and these one hundred maidservants were the most dazzling stars. Every one of their movements was carefully designed, yet appeared so natural. The bodies wrapped in black silk displayed astonishing flexibility; every turn, every glance, made it impossible for one to look away.

The scent of perfume lingering in the air seemed to grow stronger, mixing with the unique luster of silk to create a suffocatingly bewitching atmosphere. The maidservants' gazes were charming, alluring, innocent, or mature, yet all carried a certain lethal attraction. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the visual impact brought by this wave of black, leaving an indelible mark on Ye Wen's retina.

At this moment, all the maidservants looked toward Ye Wen on the second-floor corridor with expectant gazes.

He was also their master; they were the first to move into Goddess Peak, and they had been selected from one in ten thousand within the Yaoguang Holy Land.

They knew Ye Wen's identity; he was the future Saint of the Yaoguang Holy Land and even possessed the Yin-Yang Physique.

They thought every moment about being chosen by Ye Wen to serve him.

Unfortunately, they were still not good enough; of course, it was not that their looks were not beautiful, nor that they were not moving enough—they knew Ye Wen liked them.

But the problem was that Saintesses from the Holy Land, who had more noble statuses than them, could only become concubines, let alone them, the maidservants.

Those Saintesses were the Prodigy Saintesses of the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land; whether it was strength, looks, or figure, they were the best in the entire Holy Land.

Only then could they be worthy of their master.

And in these nine months, they had only had one opportunity to spend time with their master.

Unfortunately, it was only spending time together, not being favored by the Saint; of course, they preferred to call the Saint their master.

Every day, their task was to take care of the daily lives of the three hundred or so pregnant Saintesses.

At the same time, they had to consider what kind of attire their master liked to see that day, in order to show their most beautiful side to him.

Every day, they would receive word from the mistress about what their master liked to see that day, and then they would all dress uniformly; knowing their master liked the attire from his hometown, they had made many garments from his hometown.

Based on their master's descriptions and drawings, they had created many good-looking and beautiful clothes, many of which they liked very much.

And today's attire was the qipao, which was very flattering to the figure; those with good figures would look even more beautiful and moving when wearing a qipao.

Their fair, jade-like feet wrapped in black silk formed a strong contrast with the qipao, raising their charm by several levels.

Just a moment ago, Big Sister Orchid told them good news: the Saint was summoning them.

They immediately put down their work and quickly rushed to the hall to gather.

Then, seeing their master watching them from the second floor, they immediately adjusted their postures to reveal their best selves before their master.

Ye Wen rested his hands on the railing, looking down at the hundred maidservants in black silk qipaos. Ye Wen revealed a smile and said: "Everyone, you have been at Goddess Peak for nine months now. You have worked hard following me these past nine months."

"Especially recently, having to take care of the three hundred or so pregnant women—I know the hardship in this. So, to... reward you, I allow you to select ten spots. These ten people can spend tonight with me. Those who were not selected will be chosen from the remaining people next time; those who have already been chosen will not be selected again. Once everyone has spent time with me."

"We will enter a new round. Now, you decide on these ten spots. You cannot use force. I give you half an hour to choose; I will be waiting for you in my room." Although Ye Wen wanted all of them, in order to make them work harder, he could only choose ten.

It wouldn't do to be too good to them; only by giving appropriate rewards could they better serve those pregnant Saintesses.

Ye Wen looked at Orchid. "Orchid, you be in charge. Bring them to my room in a while; I will be waiting for you in the room." After finishing, Ye Wen walked into a large room on the second floor.

After watching their master leave, Orchid looked at them and said: "The usual rules?"

Hearing the words of their leader Orchid, the ninety-nine maidservants all nodded.

"Then let's begin." Orchid revealed a smile.

Half an hour later.

Orchid led the ten winners up to the second floor, and then, amidst the envy of the eighty-nine maidservants below, entered Ye Wen's room.