What unfolded before Ye Jingyu and the other man was a colossal bedroom, complete with a bathing pool spanning several dozen square meters. The floor was carpeted in rose-pink shag, and set a good distance from the pool—about two zhang away—was a bed of epic proportions, large enough to sleep a hundred people. Seven stunningly beautiful maidens, draped only in gossamer veils, were scattered across the bed, some sitting, some reclining, some standing.

The essential contours of their bodies were tantalizingly veiled, yet every single one of them possessed silver eyes and hair of the same hue.

When they saw Leilinnia ushering the two English gentlemen onto the carriage, excitement flared across the faces of the maidens.

“Oh, great Queen Medusa, thank you for bestowing upon us such handsome men! Dearest sister, you are truly magnificent! Where on earth did you find such perfect specimens?” one maiden gasped, already leaping from the colossal bed and bounding towards Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke.

Seeing their sister make the move, the other maidens refused to be left behind, surging forward with the hunger of predators. As they rushed, the sheer fabric of their veils drifted away on the movement, completely exposing their flawless forms to the stunned gaze of Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke.

Witnessing seven breathtaking beauties charging towards them in a state of undress, Liang Xiaoke’s eyes glazed over, his jaw slack, a river of drool spilling down his chin.

As for Ye Jingyu, while certainly captivated by the vision of feminine grace, the sheer intensity of their burning gazes suddenly gave him the chilling sensation of having wandered into a wolf’s den. Only now, he was no longer the wolf, but the lamb awaiting the knife.

“Heh heh, my honored guests, the City Lord’s mansion is still some distance away. Allow my sisters to attend to you both, relieving the weariness of your journey!” Leilinnia smiled sweetly, deftly slipping her arms from their elbows. The seven maidens immediately surrounded Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke from all sides.

Sensing the heady perfume engulfing him and gazing upon the ocean of exposed flesh, Liang Xiaoke’s hands began a natural, exploratory journey across the forms of the women. He cared nothing for racial boundaries; any beauty was a prize to be claimed.

Ye Jingyu, however, felt a profound unease. Remembering these women were kin to the Silver Serpent clan, remembering their cold, serpentine nature, the thought of these snake-women clinging to him sent a shiver down his spine, let alone the thought of touching them intimately.

“My apologies, Madam. I feel somewhat unwell. I appreciate your kindness, but perhaps my elder brother here would care to partake on my behalf!” Ye Jingyu subtly emitted a surge of energy, gently pushing the surrounding women back, and addressed Leilinnia.

“Indeed, Madam! My brother is indisposed, so I shall gladly cover his portion! I am robust and strong, and I shall happily accept all these lovely sisters myself! Why don’t you join us too, Madam?” Liang Xiaoke, clearly understanding Ye Jingyu’s intention, grabbed Leilinnia’s small hand and, amidst the flurry of maidens, made straight for the immense bed.

Leilinnia was momentarily confused by Ye Jingyu’s rejection, but under Liang Xiaoke’s practiced touch, her body grew warm, the waves of ecstasy intensifying until she forgot everything else.

Thus, upon this massive carriage, a vivid tableau of erotic fervor unfolded. Ye Jingyu, the sole spectator, watched as Liang Xiaoke displayed astonishing prowess, claiming one maiden after another beneath him.

Watching the mounds of pale, yielding flesh and listening to the rising cries, Ye Jingyu’s mind unexpectedly found a rare state of tranquility. It seemed as though nothing else existed in his consciousness—only a realm devoid of sorrow, joy, desire, or thought.

The Bàyuán Jué began to circulate on its own accord. The surrounding energy surged violently into his body, relentlessly refining his flesh. A portion of this energy flowed into the pale-green ancient bell residing in his Sea of Consciousness. That bell, previously inert, now began to rotate slowly. An ancient aura, redolent of the primordial ages, emanated from it and settled upon Ye Jingyu’s heart.

In a trance, Ye Jingyu seemed transported tens of thousands of years into the Primordial Era. He saw a handsome man clad in imperial robes, seated upon a colossal golden chariot drawn by eighteen fire dragons, traversing the world. Countless living beings trembled beneath the might of his presence, as he surveyed the entire world with eyes that shone like the sun.

Yet, beneath that overwhelming aura of dominance, his gaze held a distinct current of helplessness, a profound sorrow, an unbearable ache. What could cause such a powerful being such profound futility?

Faintly, Ye Jingyu seemed to witness a colossal battle—a war involving countless creatures. Figures hundreds of zhang tall, Celestial Dragons stretching thousands of zhang in length, clashed endlessly, darkening the heavens and turning rivers red with blood.

The robed man engaged in the conflict, slaying innumerable lives, yet in the end, he too fell by the hand of his adversary...

Was this the source of the man’s helplessness?

Ye Jingyu could not comprehend it; nor could he fathom the nature of that war, only that it had nearly annihilated the entire world.

Did such impossibly powerful entities truly exist in this realm?

Ye Jingyu still did not know, but vaguely, he felt a nascent connection forming with the pale-green ancient bell in his Sea of Consciousness. However, the bell had suffered immense damage and would require an immense span of time to fully recover. Even so, the current Ye Jingyu could now manage to utilize the bell on a rudimentary level.

After an immeasurable period, Ye Jingyu slowly emerged from his profound meditation. The first thing his eyes focused on was the ashen face of Liang Xiaoke appearing directly before him.

The Silver Serpent maidens were all sprawled across the carriage floor, their bodies trembling slightly, clearly utterly exhausted, yet their faces were marked by expressions of profound satisfaction.

“You took care of all of them?” Ye Jingyu stared at Liang Xiaoke in disbelief. While he knew his companion possessed significant stamina, he never imagined it extended to this degree—to render seven Silver Serpent women completely spent...

“Naturally! Who do you think I am?” Liang Xiaoke puffed out his chest slightly, displaying an air of supreme confidence.

Ye Jingyu merely offered a natural thumbs-up without speaking.

“Madam, we have arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion. Lord Fabregas awaits you at the entrance!” At that moment, the coachman’s voice drifted in from outside the carriage, laced with a hint of malicious glee. Liang Xiaoke’s confident expression instantly collapsed. Regardless of the customs of the Demon Realm, having just slept with the man’s wife, now the husband was arriving. What was he to do?

A flicker of deep unease crossed Ye Jingyu’s eyes. Fabregas had never involved himself in his wife’s affairs before. Why would he be in such a pleasant mood as to greet them personally at the gate today?