Everyone present had passed out, and Deng Rulan surveyed the scene, nodding approvingly at the sight of them all on the ground, unconscious.
The mist was still too dense to see through, so only people in 9th level of Spirit Gathering or higher could easily navigate through it.
"Well, looks like they're enjoying their slumber," she said in a casual tone. Turning to Hu Meizhen, Deng Rulan instructed, "Go find Yang Wei. He should be around here somewhere."
Before Hu Meizhen could respond, Liu Yan stepped forward, asserting, "Don't worry, sisters, I'll go get Yang Wei myself—you needn't stress yourselves."
I can't let them lay a finger on him...!
She began to move, but Hu Meizhen grabbed her shoulder, snapping like her usual violent self, "How dare you, bitch?!"
Liu Yan shot her a bewildered look. "Excuse me?"
Deng Rulan sighed, arms folded, and said to Hu Meizhen, "Mind your language, Mei."
Hu Meizhen turned to Deng Rulan, complaining as she pointed at Liu Yan, "Yang Mi's trying to steal my spot as your number one sister! Isn't it obvious? She's just trying to act like she's better than me!"
Deng Rulan sighed again. "There's no need for all this drama," she said. "Meizhen, just go get him."
Liu Yan approached Deng Rulan, pleading, "But I can handle it, really..."
Deng Rulan smiled, cutting her off. "Don't worry. Let Meizhen handle it this time... you know, to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Liu Yan persisted, "But..."
Deng Rulan's stare silenced her. "Can't you just let Meizhen handle it? Unless you have some other reasons why that would be a problem."
Liu Yan cleared her throat nervously. "No, not at all."
She clammed up right away because she knew she'd screwed up. Deng Rulan's no fool, and if she did anything to make her suspicious, Deng Rulan would start digging into her background, potentially blowing her cover in the long run.
"Good," Deng Rulan said with a smile.
But then, a shriek from Hu Meizhen interrupted them. "EEEK!"
With a wave of her hand, Deng Rulan dispersed the purple mist to locate Hu Meizhen.
As the purple mist cleared, they were met with the sight of Yang Wei holding Hu Meizhen's wrists up and gripping her neck. Hu Meizhen's eye was squeezed shut, saliva trailing down her mouth and stuck out tongue as she struggled for breath.
Yang Wei rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Exactly," he confirmed.
This revelation shocked Deng Rulan even more.
What sort of secret technique is he cultivating that would let him, a Mortal Realm cultivator, shake off the aura of someone several levels above him...
Nevertheless, she made an effort to maintain her composure. "It's the first time I've seen someone at the Foundation Establishment Realm easily counteract my purple mist," she remarked, raising her hands in a gesture of resignation. "It's pointless to fight you when it's my best technique."
Yang Wei nodded approvingly. "Now you're thinking smart."
At that moment, Deng Rulan signaled Hu Meizhen with some hand gestures. Hu Meizhen caught the signal and seized the opportunity, realizing her neck was free from his grip.
With swift action, she attempted to strike between Yang Wei's legs, hoping to use the moment of pain to break free. However, Yang Wei evaded her strike and maneuvered her body so that she bent forward and exposed her buttocks.
Hu Meizhen shouted, "What're you...!"
Interjecting, Yang Wei told her, "Disciplining you!"
As her buttocks shot up, Yang Wei's right hand spread open and descended onto her soft, delicate, bread-like curves.
SPANK!!
The slap echoed so loudly that even Mu Lingxi, hiding away, could feel the sting. Yang Wei's hand sank into her meaty, velvety flesh, creating ripples like water spreading across her ass. Hu Meizhen's eyes rolled back in her head, and she stuck out her tongue in wild ecstasy. "Ahhnn~!" she moaned loudly.
Deng Rulan and Liu Yan watched in shock, their eyes wide like goggles.
"What? It was self-defense," Yang Wei casually defended himself.
Deng Rulan's voice rose with indignation. "Do you really have to touch her like that? Self-defense or not!" she exclaimed.
Yang Wei realized he was gripping her buttocks so tightly that his fingers had sunk into the plushness of her rear.
"Hah~ Hah~ Hah~~!"
Hu Meizhen panted nonstop. Her breasts jiggled up and down the heavier she panted, it was the first time any man and touched her there, but even worse, it was so rough—especially if one were to factor in the arousal tendencies of Yang Wei's dual cultivation physique.
Unfazed, he calmly withdrew his hand. "Oops, sorry about that. Not my intention," he apologized, clearing his throat.
Mu Lingxi kept watching, her body shivering like an anemic person.
NOT ONCE HAS HE TREATED ME, HIS OWN FIRST MARTIAL SISTER LIKE THAT! HOW DARE YOU, YANG WEI!