130: Chapter 130 A Rainy Night of Settlement: Is This What Couples Look Like?

The torrential rain poured down, slamming against the bluestone slabs of Baifeng City and kicking up a layer of murky mist.

Pfft.

A two-inch-long willow-leaf blade pierced through the veil of rain, precisely slicing the throat of a man in grey. Before the blood could even spray out, it was washed away and diluted by the dense rain, flowing along the low stone crevices into the gutter.

The man in grey clutched his throat, his pupils dilating, and his body slumped limply into the muddy water.

Leng Yuechan withdrew her slender fingers. Between her fingertips, she held that blade, thin as a cicada's wing. With a light flick, the blood droplets on it scattered instantly.

She did not look at the corpse on the ground, but turned to look at the man holding an umbrella at the entrance of the alley.

"The seventeenth."

Her voice blended into the sound of the rain, devoid of emotion, carrying only pure execution: "The hidden outposts in the west of the city have been cleared."

Gu Yan stood under the oil-paper umbrella, not having made a Move. Tonight, he was only responsible for holding the line; the one actually wielding the blade was Leng Yuechan.

This woman was more suited to this blade than he had imagined.

There was no unnecessary chatter, no so-called womanly benevolence; every Move was a killing blow. Those eyes and ears left behind by the Black Fiend Sect were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered in her hands.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk...]

The System's lewd voice echoed in his mind, accompanied by the sound of drooling:

[Host, have you noticed? This woman is absolutely smoking hot when she kills! Is this the legendary 'violent aesthetics'?]

[Detected that the 'Husband and Wife Tag Team' bond is forming! Look at her wet look—the black dress clinging to her, her curves fully exposed... Although this System is just a data stream, even my core code is overheating!]

Gu Yan ignored the System's lascivious remarks and stepped into the rain.

He released his True Qi, forming an invisible barrier around him, causing the rain to slide off automatically three inches away from his body.

He walked up to Leng Yuechan and reached out his hand.

Leng Yuechan's body stiffened slightly; she instinctively wanted to hide the hand holding the blade behind her back, but Gu Yan caught her wrist.

"Don't Move."

Gu Yan's voice was low.

He pulled out a clean white silk handkerchief and methodically wiped away the specks of mud and bloodstains on the back of her hand. His movements were very gentle, as if he were wiping a piece of exquisite, freshly unearthed porcelain.

Rainwater dripped down Leng Yuechan's hair, slid across her pale cheek, and finally gathered in the hollow of her delicate collarbone.

Her breathing hitched.

The cold, sharp female Cultivator who hadn't even blinked while killing just moments ago now felt an electric current shoot straight up her spine from beneath the man's warm palm.

"It's dirty."

Gu Yan wiped it very carefully until her hand became as fair and smooth as jade again, then casually discarded the soiled handkerchief. The handkerchief hit the ground and was instantly swallowed by the mud.

"I'll say it again: you are the mistress of the Gu Mansion. Leave this kind of dirty, tiring work to the people below from now on."

Gu Yan raised his hand and tilted the oil-paper umbrella he was holding half a position towards her, shielding her from the wind and rain filling the sky.

"I just... wanted to prove that I am useful."

Leng Yuechan kept her head down, her voice somewhat muffled: "Besides my body, I have other value."

"I know."

Gu Yan reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist; what he felt was a startling softness and warmth. He did not shy away in the slightest, domineeringly pulling her into his arms and pressing her against his warm chest.

"But your greatest value is to please me."

Gu Yan lowered his head, his warm breath hitting her ear: "Killing is too dull. Compared to watching you kill, I prefer to watch you... cry out in other places."

Leng Yuechan jerked her head up, crashing into the man's highly aggressive eyes.

She understood.

The cold, aloof mask on her face collapsed instantly, and a blush burned all the way from her neck to the roots of her ears.

[Holy crap! High energy! High energy!]

The System unfurled a banner directly on Gu Yan's retina: [Host, this wave of smooth talk is textbook level! Look! Her hormone levels are skyrocketing! Quick! Strike while the iron is hot! Go home! Get to base! This System wants to see high-definition, uncensored life harmony!]

Boom!

A clap of thunder tore through the night sky, illuminating their tightly pressed figures.

From deep within the alley, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly rang out.

"Who's there?!"

Three remnants of the Black Fiend Sect wearing night-traveling clothes darted out from the shadows, their weapons gleaming with a cold light. They had clearly just received news and were preparing to evacuate, but they hadn't expected to run into a disaster.

Leng Yuechan's eyes sharpened, the willow-leaf blade instantly sliding into her fingertips as killing intent rose again.

"Don't Move."

Gu Yan pressed down on her hand.

He didn't even turn his head, merely casually raising his right hand and giving a light squeeze towards the Void Realm.

Hum!

The air distorted suddenly.

Those three Cultivators, still ten zhang away with ferocious expressions, suddenly froze in mid-air. Immediately after, the space around them seemed to turn into a hydraulic press.

Crack, crack, crack.

The tooth-achingly sharp sound of bones shattering rang out in rapid succession.

Three mists of blood exploded in the rainy night; before they could even let out a scream, three lives were completely extinguished, leaving only a few tattered scraps of clothing drifting in the muddy water.

At the Peak of the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, killing those at the Qi Refinement Stage was like slaughtering chickens.

Leng Yuechan's pupils contracted slightly.

This was her first time seeing Gu Yan make a Move up close. There were no flashy Moves, only pure overwhelming power. This casual sense of controlling life and death was even more suffocating than that Golden Core Master Wu Yong.

"Let's go."

Gu Yan withdrew his hand, as if he had just swatted a few mosquitoes, and tightened his arm around her waist: "Let's go home."

This word "home" made Leng Yuechan's heart, which had still been trembling, inexplicably settle down.

She leaned obediently into Gu Yan's embrace, no longer resisting, allowing the man's aura to completely envelop her.

The two shared one umbrella, stepping through the mud and blood covering the ground as they walked towards the Gu Mansion.

The rain continued to fall, yet it seemed to have been isolated in another world.

[That's it? No finishing blow?]

The System said, still unsatisfied: [But that 'Void Realm Grip Kill' just now was pretty cool. Host, the atmosphere tonight has been built up to this point; if there's no action when you get back, this System is going to post on the forum that you're a 'Ninja Turtle'!]

Gu Yan ignored it.

He turned his head and glanced at the woman in his arms.

Leng Yuechan seemed to sense his gaze, her eyelashes fluttering slightly; she did not dodge, but instead, emboldened, gently rested her head in the crook of his shoulder.

This was a posture of submission.

It was also a posture of surrender.

Gu Yan smiled.

Tonight's rain had indeed come at the right time.

The trash in Baifeng City had been cleared, and the necessary bath had been taken.

It was time to enjoy the spoils of war.