Miyamoto Sakurako trembled after the murderous glance she shot at Yang Yi, her heart struck with awe. "Is this his true strength?" Confusion washed over her; she was deeply lost. She knew that within the Miyamoto family, only a few elders were her match; she had rarely encountered anyone significantly stronger than herself. Murong Lianxue was the sole exception; her martial arts were strangely esoteric, and although there was a gap in raw power, she could still fight Sakurako to a standstill.

She didn't know that Murong Lianxue possessed the essence of a hundred martial arts schools. Even though she was only at the Profound Master (Xuan-level Zongshi) tier, she could still put up a genuine fight against a typical Yellow Master (Huang-level Zongshi) if she deployed her full strength. It was just that, due to her current physical condition, Murong Lianxue couldn't exert her full power at this moment.

The next day!

At the headquarters of the Black God Gang’s commercial division, Yang Yi sat in his office, scanning a stack of documents, his face grim.

Simultaneously, two figures entered from the doorway: one was Feng Shi, and the other was undoubtedly Miyamoto Sakurako. She was now dressed in Chinese attire, which suited her, making her look somewhat pure and adorable, yet it also accentuated her fiery physique, lending her an air of subtle seductiveness.

"Young Master, Miss Miyamoto has arrived," Feng Shi announced softly.

"Mm," Yang Yi replied, setting down the documents. He glanced at Miyamoto Sakurako and sighed inwardly, "Damn, no wonder Japanese actresses are famous. This woman is a cunning vixen. A bombshell body paired with a pure face—good heavens!"

The rogue’s naked stare swept over Miyamoto Sakurako’s entire body. The lecherous smile playing on his lips suggested the appreciative gaze one reserves for a masterpiece of art, causing Miyamoto Sakurako’s face to flush crimson.

Seeing her face turning the color of a ripe fruit, Yang Yi curled his lips and asked, "Tell me, who are the three elder-level figures you have under your control?"

"You agreed to help me?" Miyamoto Sakurako flinched at the question, her whole body jolting as she asked.

"You speak first," Yang Yi said calmly.

"Yes, I have three figures at the Elder level, and they already control a portion of the Miyamoto family's strength. However, that is all political influence; the assassination forces are controlled by someone else."

"He is the lord you mentioned, correct?"

"Yes, Miyamoto Taro. He oversees all of the Miyamoto family's assassination forces, and he also holds significant political sway. If he chose to act, taking control of the entire Miyamoto family would be effortless for him. While he hasn't made a move yet, I believe it will be soon," Miyamoto Sakurako stated quietly.

"Then, if I cooperate with you—and the prerequisite is that not only you, but the entire Miyamoto family, must unconditionally obey the orders of my Black God Gang, meaning you submit under the banner of my organization—are you willing?"

"No problem. As long as you agree to help me, you can even take my life, provided the task is completed first." A flash of resentment crossed Miyamoto Sakurako’s eyes. It seemed she was truly finished with the Miyamoto family, though only she knew the depth of the grudge she held.

Yang Yi smiled faintly. "Good. Since that is settled, you may return to Country R for the time being to make arrangements. However... I fear I will have to delay my arrival slightly."

"Delay?" Miyamoto Sakurako looked puzzled.

"Yes, a delay..." Yang Yi smiled faintly, his tone strangely suggestive.

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Another day passed quickly, yet this day felt distinctly different. Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Li Qian beside him, and smiled with deep contentment. Then, looking at the other beauty on his other side, his satisfaction reached an unprecedented level.

What more could I ask for with a life like this? Yang Yi suddenly mused. At that precise moment, the true energy within him began to surge, flowing through his Governing and Conception Vessels, his eight extraordinary meridians—a powerful internal breath erupted.

Yang Yi jumped up, excitement blazing on his face, and quickly found his clothes to dress.

This sudden movement startled both Li Qian and Xia Shiyun awake. They blinked open their eyes, looking confusedly at Yang Yi, who was hastily dressing while completely naked.

Li Qian was less flustered, having witnessed such a scene before, but this was Xia Shiyun's first time, and for her, who had just experienced her first intimate encounter, it was undoubtedly a fatal temptation. Her face immediately blushed deeply.

"Yi, did something happen?" Li Qian asked, perplexed.

"Darlings, you rest; I have to step out for a moment, but I'll be right back." After pulling on his clothes, Yang Yi’s face was still flushed with excitement, the strange sensation inside his body growing stronger, and the smile on his lips intensified.

"Brother Yi?" Murong Lianxue suddenly appeared behind him, calling out in surprise.

"Ah, Lianxue!"

"Brother Yi, are you about to break through to the Yellow Master tier?"

"I believe so. That damned old man—sixty years of cultivation power is really going to take its toll on me."

As he spoke, Yang Yi fled, and after navigating countless twists and turns, he arrived in a forest on the outskirts of the city. He sat down cross-legged, feeling his internal energy intensifying and his true qi growing richer. A faint mist rose from his head; in that moment, Yang Yi resembled a true martial arts master sitting in meditative concentration.

"Pfft!" Yang Yi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Murong Lianxue grew frantic with worry, silently urging him, Brother Yi, push through it! It will be fine if you just hold on!

She knew the critical points of a Master-level breakthrough: the moment of transition, when true qi overflows, internal energy runs wild, and the Ren and Du meridians feel as if they are being scorched by fire. Furthermore, since Yang Yi’s situation was unique—compressing sixty years of power within him—a sudden eruption might not be a simple affair.

Yang Yi’s face was pale, smoke curling from his head. He gritted his teeth, and a thin trickle of blood escaped his lips. After a long while, he suddenly wrenched his eyes open, followed by a fierce roar, "Ah!"

The sound was like thunder, saturated with profound internal energy. Murong Lianxue instinctively covered her ears and leaped away. The birds in the surrounding woods scattered in alarm. The roar faded slowly after a long time. Yang Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully. Only then did he open his eyes, and the moment he did, a cold glint flashed across them.

"Brother Yi, are you... are you alright?" Murong Lianxue felt as if Yang Yi had completely transformed. The sickly pallor of his face was replaced by a touch of healthy color, and his entire demeanor had become strikingly magnetic.

"Heh heh, I’m fine," Yang Yi replied, taking another deep breath, feeling the immense surge of true qi inside him.

"Brother Yi, what level are you at now? I feel like..."

"It’s fine to tell you. You need to be mindful in the future. The difference between the Yellow Master and the Profound Master is essentially a matter of tiers. When true qi overflows, the whole body swells. However, my situation is special; I have jumped a tier, reaching the second stage of the Yellow Master tier." Yang Yi was still slightly amazed; having completely absorbed the sixty years of accumulated power, he had been yanked straight from the eighth level of the Yi Jin Jing to the Yellow Master level—a feat that certainly required a massive dose of luck.

"Yellow Master, Second Stage!" Murong Lianxue pouted adorably, murmuring the words to herself.

"Let's go back. We need to resolve this quickly, or Miyamoto Sakurako won't last long," Yang Yi said, looking distantly, a hint of his roguish smile now even stronger than before.

Upon returning to the Black God Gang’s commercial headquarters, Li Qian and Xia Shiyun had already dressed. However, Xia Shiyun’s face was somewhat pale, her ears were burning red, and she walked with a noticeable limp.

"Sister Shiyun, are you alright?" Li Qian, noticing Xia Shiyun’s awkward gait, hurried over to support her, though she held a slight grievance against Yang Yi.

"I—I'm fine!" Xia Shiyun managed to say through clenched teeth.

"You’re clearly not fine. I went through the same thing. That wicked man really doesn't know how to cherish delicate flowers," Li Qian complained about Yang Yi.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Xia Shiyun suddenly recalled the intensity of the previous night’s battle, a wave of satisfaction washing over her, but her face instantly flushed crimson.

It was understandable; this was Xia Shiyun’s first intimate encounter with a man, and the fellow was certainly too vigorous. Recalling Li Qian's frantic cries from the night before, Xia Shiyun felt utterly mortified.

Just then, the door to the room opened, and Yang Yi walked in. Seeing Xia Shiyun’s bright red face and the fact that she needed Li Qian's support to walk, he asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

"You wicked man! It’s all because of you; Sister Shiyun can barely walk without pain," Li Qian whined petulantly, looking like a neglected wife.

"Ah? Pain?" Yang Yi frowned. He had been confused, but upon seeing Xia Shiyun’s flushed cheeks, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes. Ah, I was truly careless with women, he thought to himself. He walked over to Xia Shiyun, suddenly scooped her up, and said, "Darling, you’re not going anywhere today. Just stay in bed and rest until you feel better."

"Mm," Xia Shiyun agreed, realizing she truly had difficulty walking and never imagining her first time would be so painful.

After placing Xia Shiyun gently on the bed, Yang Yi instructed, "Good girl, don't move around too much. I’ll have someone send food up for you shortly."

"Mm," Xia Shiyun replied with a red face, quickly pulling the quilt up as if to hide her overwhelming shyness.