Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

The fact that Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko could communicate normally was already impressive. Expecting foreigners to speak with perfect pronunciation was nitpicking and a bit unrealistic.

“Mistress, we will do our best,” Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko said, without a hint of complaint, their voices filled with fear and humility.

They weren’t truly afraid of Zhao Xiaorou; their real fear was of Zhou Lang. Zhou Lang used illusions to kill Yamamoto Hiroshi, Ye Tian, and Ye Qianqian, effectively killing without leaving a trace. They were worried they might meet the same fate.

“Alright, you can leave now. Keep your phones on. I need to be able to contact you at any time,” Zhou Lang said. It was already late, and with Zhao Xiaorou around, it wouldn’t be appropriate for the two female ninjas to stay overnight.

“Yes, Master,” Yamamoto Yuki replied. After a moment of hesitation, she added,

“I currently live at Languiyuan in the provincial capital. Should we move to Feiyun City to better serve you, Master?”

This woman seemed to have completely centered her life around Zhou Lang, showing true potential to be a loyal servant.

“That won’t be necessary. I have your number. I’ll contact you when I need you,” Zhou Lang declined.

“Then we’ll take our leave, Master.”

Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko bowed respectfully to both Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou before leaving.

“Brother Lang, why did you take them as your servants?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked, a little upset.

“Is it because you found them sexy and beautiful, and had some improper thoughts?”

“What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person? These two women are quite skilled, and Yamamoto Yuki is the head of the Iga Clan. Keeping them around might be useful in the future,” Zhou Lang said with a smile.

“But once they leave, they might return to Japan. How can you still control them?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked, confused. If she were in Yamamoto Yuki’s shoes, she would have escaped immediately.

“I poisoned them. Without my antidote, they’ll only live for about a year,” Zhou Lang explained.

“No wonder they acted like obedient servants in front of both of us,” Zhao Xiaorou said, finally understanding.

Afterward, Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou went to take a bath. Having already shared a bath once, it naturally led to a second time. Of course, kisses and caresses were involved again, and the two shared a moment of intimacy in the bathroom.

But Zhao Xiaorou, knowing that Zhou Lang couldn’t consummate their relationship yet, refrained from teasing him too much.

After their bath, Zhao Xiaorou continued studying the dual cultivation technique. She wanted to become Zhou Lang’s woman as soon as possible and hoped that through dual cultivation, they could quickly improve their strength to handle the pressure from the Shangguan family.

Zhou Lang, however, didn’t practice. Instead, he turned on the TV.

At that moment, Feiyun City’s television station was broadcasting the news.

“Breaking news: Around 7:30 this evening, a fire broke out at the home of the well-known businessman Mr. Ye Tian. Although police and firefighters arrived in time, the fire was too intense to be controlled. Mr. Ye Tian and his daughter, Miss Ye Qianqian, perished in the blaze. According to reports, the fire was caused by an epileptic episode, during which Mr. Ye and his daughter set fire to their villa, resulting in their deaths. Fortunately, no other individuals were harmed in the incident…”

The voice of a short-haired female news anchor echoed from the TV.

“Those wretched father and daughter are finally dead. Aside from Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko, no one suspects it was me,” Zhou Lang thought to himself. Yesterday, he killed Yamamoto Hiroshi using illusions, and today, he killed Ye Tian and Ye Qianqian. Despite killing three people in quick succession, Zhou Lang felt no guilt, as they were people who deserved to die. Their deaths brought him immense satisfaction.

“Brother Lang, that shameless woman was burned to death?!”

Zhao Xiaorou exclaimed after seeing the news. However, she didn’t know this was Zhou Lang’s doing, and Zhou Lang didn’t plan on telling her.

“The Ye family didn’t just humiliate me; they’ve committed countless wrongdoings. Perhaps this is the heavens punishing them,” Zhou Lang said.

“Let’s get to bed early tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll take you shopping for clothes. Oh, and my cousin should be arriving soon.”

Zhou Lang had already told Zhao Xiaorou about his cousin Zhou Xi coming to stay with him for a while, so she wasn’t surprised.

“I haven’t bought any new clothes in ages!”

Zhao Xiaorou exclaimed happily, but then she grew concerned.

“If your cousin comes, it’ll be harder for us to practice the dual cultivation technique.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll move into your room, and she can stay in mine,” Zhou Lang reassured her.

Only then did Zhao Xiaorou feel at ease.

…

The next day, after breakfast, the two went out shopping.

Women are truly remarkable when it comes to shopping. Zhou Lang accompanied Zhao Xiaorou all day, and they shopped until evening.

When they finally returned home, they were carrying large bags and boxes. They took a taxi back, their hands full of items. Not only had Zhao Xiaorou bought several sets of clothes and shoes, but she had also insisted on buying two sets of clothes for Zhou Lang.

“Driver, please stop at Yulong Square up ahead,” Zhou Lang suddenly said while they were still in the taxi.

“Brother Lang, we’re still far from home. Are we going to keep shopping? Well, I’m not done yet anyway,” Zhao Xiaorou asked.

“Someone’s following us. We can’t lead them to where we live. In a crowded place, they might hesitate to make a move,” Zhou Lang whispered to Zhao Xiaorou. He was being cautious. If the people following them were indeed cultivators from the Shangguan family, they would have to be wary of mundane laws and wouldn’t act rashly in a place filled with people. This way, Zhou Lang might have a chance to escape with Zhao Xiaorou.

Soon, they arrived at Yulong Square. Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou got out of the taxi with their bags and blended into the crowd. The square was packed with people enjoying the evening, making it easy for them to disappear.

However, just as they got out of the taxi, a black sedan pulled up nearby. An elderly man with white hair, appearing to be in his seventies, quickly stepped out of the car.

The old man moved with steady steps, his gaze locked onto Zhao Xiaorou. No matter how much she tried to blend into the crowd, he followed them without losing track.

In no time, the old man intercepted them in a corner of the square.

“Xiaorou, why are you walking away when you see me?”

The old man had a sturdy build and an imposing presence, standing like a mountain as he blocked Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou’s path.

“Elder Zhao, why are you here?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked, realizing she couldn’t avoid him.

“Your mother is gravely ill, and I couldn’t reach you by phone. I had no choice but to come find you. You should come back with me. Your mother has been constantly asking about you,” the elderly man said.

“Elder Zhao, did the people from the Shangguan family tell you I was in Feiyun City?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked skeptically.

“When I left, my mother was in good health. How could she suddenly fall gravely ill?”

“The Shangguan family came looking for you?”

Elder Zhao asked.

“After you ran away from home, your mother became distraught. She’s been unable to contact you for so long that she worries constantly. It’s no surprise she’s fallen ill.”

“What illness does my mother have? Has she seen a doctor?”

Zhao Xiaorou’s expression changed, and she became anxious.

It could be said that Zhao Xiaorou’s mother was her only weakness. In the Zhao family, her mother was the only one who unconditionally supported her decisions and never pressured her to marry into the Shangguan family. The thought of her mother being seriously ill made Zhao Xiaorou’s heart race, fearing the worst.