158: Chapter 158 The Morbid Murong Yun

Then, he kicked the middle-aged man's corpse into the pit and struck a few more times with his palm.

He pushed the surrounding rubble and soil into the pit, burying the corpse.

Wen Yulan stood to the side, watching him destroy the evidence without saying a word.

She knew that the Jianghu was treacherous, and some things had to be done cleanly.

Ye Yun filled in the pit and stomped on it a few times, making the ground look no different from its surroundings.

He brushed the dust off his hands and turned to look at Wen Yulan.

"Let's go."

Wen Yulan nodded, followed behind him, and the two walked out of the valley.

Sunlight spilled onto them, stretching their figures long.

Ye Yun touched the two Thunderstorm Pearls in his Storage Pouch, a smile curving his lips.

This trip to the Fengyun Mountains, while extremely dangerous, had been quite rewarding.

The demon core and Materials of the Iron-backed Azure Bear, the middle-aged man's Storage Ring, and those two life-saving Thunderstorm Pearls.

More importantly, his cultivation had reached the Great Martial Master Ninth Level.

He had even managed to win over a beauty from the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to glance at Wen Yulan beside him.

She noticed his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Ye Yun smiled, withdrew his gaze, and strode forward.

Wen Yulan followed behind him, her heart beating like a drum, yet her steps were exceptionally light.

The two walked one after another, passing through the dense forest and gradually disappearing into the depths of the sunlight.

Luoxue Sect, Inner Sect dormitory area.

Inside Murong Yun's courtyard, sunlight spilled in through the carved window lattices.

Spreading a patch of warm golden light spots on the ground.

Light gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the air was filled with a thick scent of incense.

Mixed with the scent of cosmetics from the women, it was ambiguous and enchanting.

On the wide, soft couch, two graceful figures were snuggled against Murong Yun's side.

The woman on the left wore a thin red gauze dress, the material so light it was almost transparent.

Revealing her fair, white skin and exquisite curves in the sunlight.

The neckline was cut extremely low, the full curves of her chest appearing and disappearing, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

She lay on her side next to Murong Yun, one hand resting on his chest.

Her fingertips traced circles lightly, her eyes filled with allure as they darted about.

The woman on the right wore a light purple gauze dress.

The hem of the skirt was short, covering only the base of her thighs and revealing a pair of long, straight legs.

A thin ribbon was tied around her waist, slender enough to be held in one hand, and above it was the softness wrapped in gauze.

She leaned on Murong Yun's shoulder, her red lips curving slightly.

Her fingers played with a lock of her dark hair, her eyes holding a hint of lazy provocation.

Murong Yun leaned back on the soft couch, his robes open, revealing his strong chest.

His left hand pinched the chin of the woman in the red dress, forcing her to look up, his thumb caressing her beautiful red lips.

His right hand rested on the waist of the woman in the purple dress, sliding down slowly to pinch her rounded buttocks.

The woman in the red dress let out a coquettish sound, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

"Brother Yun, you haven't been paying much attention to me lately. Have you forgotten your old flame now that you have a new one?"

The woman in the purple dress also leaned in, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, her voice soft and alluring.

"That's right. Is Brother Yun's heart only filled with that bitch Mu Wanyao? We sisters have served you for so long, yet we can't even compare to a single glance from her?"

Upon hearing the name "Mu Wanyao," Murong Yun's movements paused slightly, a flash of malice crossing his eyes.

He did not speak, only pinching the woman in the red dress's chin hard.

She let out a soft cry of pain and dared not speak again.

The woman in the purple dress also wisely shut her mouth, obediently leaning on his shoulder and not daring to mention that name again.

Murong Yun's gaze fell on the faces of the two women, and he examined them carefully for a moment.

Their brows and eyes, the shape of their lips, their expressions when they slightly frowned.

All bore a resemblance to Mu Wanyao.

Especially the woman in the red dress; looking at her profile, she looked at least fifty or sixty percent like her.

He reached out and gently stroked the woman in the red dress's cheek.

His gaze was somewhat dazed, as if he were looking through her at someone else.

"Wanyao..."

Murong Yun murmured, his voice filled with a paranoid obsession.

The woman in the red dress and the woman in the purple dress exchanged a glance, a flash of helplessness in their eyes, but they dared not say anything.

They had long known that Murong Yun kept them only because they looked like Mu Wanyao.

He was treating them as replacements for that woman.

But they dared not resist, nor did they dare to leave.

Murong Yun's background and cultivation were not things they could provoke.

Murong Yun withdrew his gaze, pulled the woman in the red dress into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

His other hand moved restlessly over the body of the woman in the purple dress.

Both women soon began to gasp, and the scene on the soft couch was full of sensuality.

Just then, a respectful voice came from outside the courtyard door.

"Brother Yun, Han Jiang requests an audience."

Murong Yun frowned, released the woman in the red dress, and waved his hand impatiently.

"Come in."

Han Jiang pushed the door open and entered, his footsteps very light, his head lowered, not daring to look around.

Yet his peripheral vision still caught the two disheveled figures on the soft couch.

He quickly lowered his head further, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Brother Yun, there is news regarding the matter."

Murong Yun leaned back on the soft couch, one hand around the waist of the woman in the red dress.

The other hand played with the hair of the woman in the purple dress, his tone indifferent.

"Is Ye Yun dead?"

Han Jiang quickly bowed, his voice tinged with caution.

"Currently, there is no definitive news. The deacon has been gone for several days, and logically, he should have succeeded by now. However, there has been no word back from the Fengyun Mountains. This subordinate has already sent people to investigate, and there should be news soon."

Murong Yun nodded, a flash of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

"A Great Martial Master Ninth Level Peak is more than enough to deal with a brat who just entered the Inner Sect."

A cold smile curled his lips, and his fingers lightly caressed the waist of the woman in the purple dress.

"Ye Yun, do you think you're safe just because you entered the Inner Sect? This time, let's see how you die."

Han Jiang kept his head lowered, not daring to respond.

Murong Yun waved his hand.

"Alright, you may leave. Report back immediately when there is news."

"Yes."

Han Jiang turned around and was about to leave when Murong Yun suddenly called him back.

"Wait."

Han Jiang immediately stopped, turned around, and lowered his head respectfully.

"Does Brother Yun have any other instructions?"

Murong Yun pondered for a moment and said indifferently.

"Keep an eye on Mu Wanyao recently. Every move she makes must be reported to me."

Han Jiang understood, quickly replying.

"Rest assured, Brother Yun, this subordinate understands."

Murong Yun nodded and waved his hand.

Han Jiang bowed and retreated, his footsteps quick, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

Murong Yun withdrew his gaze and looked down at the two women in his arms.

The woman in the red dress lifted her face, lightly tapping his chest with her fingertips, her voice soft and sweet.

"Brother Yun, what is so good about that Mu Wanyao? How do we sisters compare unfavorably to her?"

The woman in the purple dress also leaned in, blowing a breath into his ear, her voice so soft it could drip water.