Chapter 594: How Many Dramas Would Seven Beauties Create?

Qingxi Villa District, Mansion Number One.

Returning to Mansion Number One were three people — Tie Xiaohu, Ling Yun, and Cui Lao.

Tang Meng was spot on. The crowd in the clinic was just too big for Ling Yun. Moreover, Ling Yun’s body revealed abnormalities after he executed his incredible medical techniques. He knew that he would be bombarded with questions at the end, so he chose to hit the road before they had a chance to pester him.

Ling Yun didn’t mean to keep Tie Xiaohu and Cui Lao in the dark. Just past the crossroads, he relayed through telepathy to the two of them that he was fine and that there was absolutely no need to worry.

At the same time, Ling Yun relayed the same message to Bai Xianer, who was still chasing after him. After all, he knew that Bai Xianer would be overly concerned if he didn’t tell her the truth.

However, the six beauties that followed right after were deceived by Ling Yun when they returned to Mansion Number One. It couldn’t be helped, as Qin Dongxue had already arrived.

The main reason for Ling Yun feigning illness was actually to deceive Qin Dongxue, as he knew that he would have to return to the mansion in Qingshui Wharf otherwise. Once he went there, he would be met by further interrogation from Qin Dongxue, especially regarding the number of beauties that attended the opening.

There would be no way to explain! Since that was the case, Ling Yun simply decided to drag it out until he had an appropriate answer.

Seeing how downcast the other five beauties looked, Ling Yun felt pleased, yet regretful that he couldn’t tell them the truth.

For a person as smart as Qin Dongxue, if she saw the indifference of the other girls towards his injury, she would immediately be cognizant of the situation. Then, it wouldn’t be as simple as explaining the overwhelming number of beauties present.

Therefore, Ling Yun returned to Mansion Number One, flew up the stairs, returned to his room, shut his senses down, and focused on cultivation to regain the lost spiritual energy from the illness.

As for Tie Xiaohu, Ling Yun had dispatched him to the Shangri-La Hotel to manage the situation, while Cui Lao left to get some things from his own house.

Despite Ling Yun’s boundless spiritual energy, the consecutive healing of twenty-two severely wounded patients cost him at least thirty percent of his total spiritual energy. A major spiritual energy depletion would be an overstatement.

Moreover, Ling Yun was planning the consummation with Yao Rou tonight, and he wanted to achieve peak physical conditioning before then. In this way, during the consummation, he might be able to break through a major realm — to Physique Tempering Stage Eight!

Physique Tempering Stages Eight and Nine were both late stages. Breaking through the stages wasn’t hard, but Ling Yun was being extra meticulous ⁠— like skating on thin ice ⁠— taking one step at a time lest he diverged into a different path.

Ling Yun would despise himself if he was still unable to take his training slowly and steadily after his reincarnation.

Hence, his every move was grounded and steady. This was the only way to ensure that he had no weak links in his mental fortitude so that he could better defend against his inner demon when tribulation came.

Although Ling Yun had shut down his senses and was focusing intensely, the seven beauties had started a tussle for rooms.

Mansion Number One was too big, with one floor spanning over 1300 square meters. There were eight other bedrooms on level two, excluding the biggest master bedroom, which Ling Yun slept in.

Xue Meining and Miao Xiaomiao naturally didn’t need to partake in the tussle as they had their own rooms. They returned to their respective rooms to rest after knowing that Ling Yun was recovering his spiritual energy in his room.

As for Bai Xianer, she had long held ownership of the bedroom to the right side of Ling Yun’s master bedroom. Since everyone was aware of the fact that she descended from a nine-tailed celestial fox, naturally, no one dared fight her.

When Ling Yun was out at sea, Qin Dongxue and Ning Lingyu had visited Mansion Number One. As the relatives of Ling Yun, to some extent, they too held ownership over the mansion, so both of them didn’t engage in the tussle either.

However, both Lin Menghan and Long Wu started fighting for the bedroom opposite Ling Yun. Both were indignant and relentless.

Truth be told, such a tussle was meaningless since they both had houses in Qingshui City. Moreover, the slight distance from Ling Yun’s master bedroom didn’t matter much since they were all under the same roof now.

What they were truly fighting for was the status to be directly beside Ling Yun.

Lin Menghan was the first woman that Ling Yun had been with, while Long Wu was engaged to Ling Yun since birth through an arranged betrothal. One had a one-track mind, while the other was domineering and headstrong. Together, they were the ingredients for disaster.

On the surface, it was a tussle for rooms, but in the actual fight was a tussle for status and legitimacy!

With an inexplicable fire burning in her heart and the realization that dissuasion was useless without the presence of Ling Yun, Qin Dongxue stopped trying to dissuade Ning Lingyu and brought her to the gym, where she demonstrated some basic martial arts and body techniques to Ning Lingyu.

When Ling Yun finally finished cultivation, it was six in the evening, and the sun had vanished below the horizon. Scanning with his divine sense, he understood what was happening in the house and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Ling Yun briefly exercised to drain the color from his face, then walked out of his bedroom weakly.

“Is there any food? I’m hungry!” Ling Yun shouted feebly.

A stone that caused a thousand ripples!

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Qin Dongxue instantly halted her cultivation and hurried upstairs to support Ling Yun, asking tenderly, “Brat, what happened to you? Are you feeling better? Why does your face look so pale?”

All the ladies naturally came out from the same room to see Ling Yun, except Miao Xiaomiao, who was still in her room.

“Sigh, I expended too much energy and have only recovered twenty percent. I think I can still barely walk though…”

“Since you expended so much energy, then why did you still rush back home? After saving so many patients, you should go rest immediately. Damn it, don’t puff yourself up at the cost of your health!” Qin Dongxue chided him softly, concern written all over her face.

“Aunty will still be at the clinic, so just ask me to manage it!”

Qin Dongxue was torn seeing Ling Yun in that state, wishing she was the one in his position.

Ling Yun was guilty about his pretense, so he shifted his gaze to Lin Menghan and Long Wu, asking in surprise, “What happened to the two of you? Who caused it? Tell me, I’ll avenge you two!”

In his heart, Ling Yun sighed silently, thinking of the adage, “three women are enough for a drama.” Now that his mansion had seven beauties, each drop-dead gorgeous, how many dramas would there be?

For the first time, Ling Yun realized that a large house was nothing to be happy about. The more people that lived there, the more troubles there were, and the noisier it would be.

Lin Menghan and Long Wu had been fighting it out for an entire afternoon, so they glared at each other and kept their mouths shut.

“What, could it be that the two of you are having a conflict?” Ling Yun had to play the peacemaker.

Lin Menghan eyed Ling Yun coyly and talked to him through telepathy. “This is all your fault! Both of us have been going at it for the bedroom across from you for an entire afternoon! Just settle it how you want to, I’m exhausted from the bickering!”

Ling Yun didn’t reply to or even look at Lin Menghan and Long Wu. Instead, he played the victim card and said while holding his stomach, “I’m hungry, I want dinner.”

To make his illness appear more genuine, he deliberately skipped lunch, so it was no surprise that he was hungry.

“Okay, okay, I already got Lingyu to prepare dinner for you, just head downstairs.” Qin Dongxue rushed to speak.

As they headed downstairs, Ling Yun saw that Lingyu had indeed served the food and was waiting anxiously for him to come down.

“Big Brother, are you feeling better?”

“Don’t worry, Lingyu, it’s simply physical fatigue. I should be fine after a good cultivation session tonight.”

“Get me some food, I’m starving!”

Actually, the beauties went to prepare food for Ling Yun before he even said it. There were some people serving soup, some getting the utensils, and some carrying the bowls.

This life doesn’t seem that bad… In a short span of time, Ling Yun suddenly discovered the benefits of having a group.

It was enjoyable indeed. Stunning beauties taking care of him one after the other, with utmost care and gentleness, what could be better?

Under the elaborate service of the beauties, Ling Yun enjoyed the feast of his life, then rose and walked in a steadier motion than before to continue his pretense.

“Hm, it looks like having a full stomach does help. You look way better now, with approximately one-tenth of your strength back…”

Sitting on the couch, Ling Yun tried to resolve the conflict between Lin Menghan and Long Wu.

His resolution was simple yet brutal — 50 strokes each.

“Neither of you can stay here!”

“Why!” Lin Menghan and Long Wu exclaimed in unison.

Ling Yun first directed his gaze towards Lin Menghan and said, “The Arctic Ice Technique that you’re practicing will instantly reduce the temperature of the villa by more than ten degrees, and this is just the start! In the later stages, no one would be able to rest in such an environment!”

Ling Yun’s words directly struck the problem and appeased Lin Menghan’s anger.

Afterwards, Ling Yun used telepathy and coaxed Lin Menghan. “Baby, actually, those are made-up reasons. Think about it, every time we have sex, your moans of pleasure are so loud. Do you think that would be appropriate here?”

That was Ling Yun’s ultimate weapon — one shot, one kill.

The anger on Lin Menghan’s face instantly evaporated, replacing it was the trace of a shy smile.

“Then why can’t I stay here?” Long Wu asked, glaring at Ling Yun.