113: Chapter 113 You're even more charming without your cultivation!

The spirit-dissipating powder had stripped away all her defenses.

At this moment, she was nothing more than a thoroughly delicate and sensitive ordinary woman!

The sensation of those rough hands caressing her skin, the scorching heat of the dripping sweat—everything felt like it was dancing on her nerve endings!

"I can't take it anymore..." Nightingale cried out, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Can't take it? This is only just beginning!"

Wang Dachui looked at the woman who had completely shed her usual cold mask, his desire for conquest satisfied like never before.

Without her cultivation, Nightingale was no longer that thorny rose, but a delicate flower waiting to be plucked.

This contrast simply drove him wild!

"To hell with those damn sects and damn missions!"

"Tonight, you are only my woman! My Ye Xiaocao!"

She forgot her identity, her danger, and her shame.

The chill within her had long since been completely dispelled.

In its place was a scorching heat that felt as if it would melt her.

In the woods, a flock of birds was startled into flight.

Even the moon seemed shy, quietly hiding behind the clouds.

Wang Dachui rolled over to lie beside her.

Nightingale was panting heavily, her entire body drenched in sweat as if she had been washed in water.

Her gaze was unfocused, but a silly smile hung on the corners of her lips.

"How was it? Does the feeling of this wild romp... beat being indoors?"

Wang Dachui smirked and pinched her cheek.

Nightingale gave him a weak glare, her voice hoarse beyond recognition: "Pervert... beast..."

"Well said, I'll take that as a compliment."

Wang Dachui laughed, then his expression turned serious.

He pulled Nightingale closer, wrapping her tightly in his clothes to shield her from the night wind.

"Xiao Cao, listen well."

"I've remembered everything you just said."

"Abyss Cult Leader, is it? SS-Rank, is it?"

A flash of icy killing intent crossed Wang Dachui's eyes, the fury of a male lion protecting its cubs after its territory had been violated.

"If he dares to come, I'll make sure he knows what it means to never return!"

"Why fear losing your cultivation?"

"I just checked the effects of that [spirit-dissipating powder]; it will wear off in three days at most. For these three days, you just stay obediently in this room and be my little good-for-nothing."

"From now on, I am your cultivation! I am your backing!"

"As long as I am here, no one will be able to touch a single hair on your head!"

Hearing this domineering declaration and feeling that still-scorching embrace, Nightingale buried her head deep into his chest, tears flowing once again.

But this time, they were tears of happiness.

"Alright, stop crying, you won't look pretty with a tear-stained face."

Wang Dachui scooped her up into his arms and strode towards the West Wing Room.

"You're exhausted tonight, go back and get some sleep."

"As for that damn Abyss Cult Leader... just wait and see how your man deals with him!"

Returning to the West Wing Room, Wang Dachui gently placed the already unconscious Nightingale on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and planted a kiss on her forehead before quietly exiting the room.

Standing in the courtyard, the tenderness on Wang Dachui's face vanished instantly, replaced by endless coldness and murderous intent.

He looked up toward the north, the direction of the Abyss Sect.

"SS-Rank? Want to touch my wife and child?"

"Then let's see whose life is tougher!"

Wang Dachui turned around and strode toward the main house.

Cloud Top Palace, main house.

It was late at night, but the living room was still brightly lit.

Wang Dachui pushed the door open, initially thinking his two wives had already gone to sleep, only to find Nalan Ruo and Ji Taimei sitting on the sofa with solemn expressions.

"Dachui, why were you gone for so long?"

Nalan Ruo, cradling her large belly and holding a cup of hot tea, saw Wang Dachui return, a hint of inquiry in her eyes, "The movement from the back mountain just now... was a bit loud."

Although it was quite far away, her intuition as an S-Rank powerhouse allowed Nalan Ruo to sense a strange energy fluctuation, making her vaguely guess something.

Ji Taimei looked at Wang Dachui's disheveled appearance with a half-smile: "Hubby, you must be tired from going to put out a fire in the middle of the night, right?"

Wang Dachui's old face flushed red, but he knew this couldn't be hidden, especially since there were more important matters to discuss.

He walked quickly to the sofa and sat down, putting away his usual playful demeanor, his expression becoming slightly serious.

"Ruo Ruo, Xiao Ji, no more joking."

"Something big is about to happen."

Seeing this expression on Wang Dachui, the two women's hearts instantly tightened.

They knew this man too well; he was always unserious, so for him to show such an expression, the situation must be truly tricky.

"Just now, Xiao Cao... that is, Nightingale, confessed to me."

Wang Dachui took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "She is an assassin sent by the Abyss Sect, codenamed Nightingale, an S-Rank poison-type."

"What?!"

Although they had long suspected that this maid was not simple, hearing the identity of an S-Rank assassin with their own ears still shocked the two women.

"Then where is she now..." Nalan Ruo subconsciously looked in the direction of the West Wing Room.

"Rest assured, I've already 'slept' her into submission."

Wang Dachui waved his hand, skipping over the process that made him somewhat proud but was hard to explain in detail, "She is one of us now."

"The important thing is the intelligence she brought."

Wang Dachui's gaze was burning, his voice icy: "The Abyss Cult Leader, an old turtle hiding in the shadows."

"An SS-Rank Half-step Grandmaster, will personally lead the Shadow Kill Squad in three days to infiltrate Cloud Top Palace!"

"The goal: kill our whole family, and destroy the dragon tooth rice field!"