The moon, a celestial luminary of ethereal beauty, ascended gracefully into the night sky, casting its gentle glow upon the quaint village of Gu Yue. The sky, adorned with a tapestry of stars, shimmered with clarity, as if nature itself had conspired to unveil a spectacle of serene radiance. Bathed in the moon's tender embrace, Gu Yue Village exuded an otherworldly charm that captivated the senses.

Within the stately Fang mansion, where the air was imbued with a sense of tranquility, the diligent servants diligently went about their duties, illuminating the corridors with the warm glow of flickering lamps. Their soft footsteps echoed softly against the wooden floors, creating a comforting rhythm that permeated the atmosphere.

Having just returned from his perilous expedition in the treacherous forest of Qing Mao Mountain, Fang Yuan sought solace within the confines of his personal sanctuary. Weary from his daring exploits, he entered his private chamber with a resolute stride. Sensing the weariness that permeated his being, he summoned a servant, entrusting them with the task of procuring warm water to invigorate his fatigued body.

Within the opulent confines of his lavishly adorned bathroom, Fang Yuan indulged in a refreshing shower, allowing the soothing streams of water to wash away the dust of his arduous journey. Clad in a luxuriously comfortable robe, he embraced the warmth and softness it provided, cocooning himself in a sanctuary of comfort.

Settling into a sturdy wooden chair, adorned with a plush cushion that cradled him in gentle support, Fang Yuan savored a moment of respite.

Exhaustion enveloped Fang Yuan like a gentle embrace, and the weight of his recent adventures carried him into the realm of slumber. His eyes closed, and his breathing deepened as he surrendered himself to the realm of slumber, where the boundaries of reality blurred and his weary body found the rest it so desperately craved.

Emerging from a brief slumber, Fang Yuan slowly awakened, a soft yawn escaping his lips as he stretched his hands, feeling the pleasant sensation of rejuvenation coursing through his body. Sensing the renewed energy within him, he stood up from the comfortable chair, his movements deliberate and purposeful.

Approaching the window of his room, Fang Yuan peered outside. The late-night hour unveiled a captivating scene before his eyes. The houses in the vicinity stood adorned with warm and inviting lights, their soft glow casting a gentle radiance that bathed the surrounding streets in an ethereal aura. The interplay of light and shadows created a mesmerizing tableau, accentuating the charm of the nocturnal landscape.

Despite the late hour, the road below remained abuzz with activity. Pedestrians traversed the thoroughfare, their figures weaving through the bustling street, each with their own purpose and destination. The hum of conversations and the occasional laughter carried through the night air, creating a lively and spirited ambiance.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door came his servant Shen Cui’s voice, “Young master Fang Yuan, its me. I have brought you some food and wine. Young master can eat and drink and ease your mood.”

His eyes flashed and he relaxed his brows. “I’m a little hungry right now, you came at the right time. Come in,” He said.

Carrying the food box, Shen Cui pushed open the door upon hearing his reply. Stepping into the room with light, measured steps, her countenance bore a gentle and meek expression.

She was adorned in a short cheongsam, its neckline featuring a generous opening that accentuated her ample bosom. The dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating her alluring curves. Its lower part gracefully reached her upper thighs, with a seductive split on the left side, adding an additional touch of allure.

Her cheeks were delicately adorned with blusher, lending a subtle rosy hue to her complexion. Her lips were coated in a shade reminiscent of cherry powder, adding a touch of allure and a hint of lusciousness to her overall appearance.

"Young Master Fang Yuan, the aroma of the food and wine is truly delightful. I could even smell it while holding the box," she said in a sweet voice, tinged with a touch of longing and flattery. The tantalizing aroma of the food and wine engulfed the air, beckoning him closer. With a subtle sway of her hips, she sauntered towards the table, captivating his attention. Her movements were nothing short of mesmerizing as she leaned down, subtly highlighting her enticing figure. It was impossible to ignore her perky derriere, accentuated by her deliberate lack of undergarments. Setting the food box on the table, she meticulously arranged the dishes, emphasizing her meticulous nature. The fragrance emanating from the delectable spread was nothing short of an irresistible invitation. Without missing a beat, she gracefully procured two wine cups and poured the wine with seamless elegance, a display of her effortless charm.

"Come, young master. Please have a seat," she said warmly, extending an invitation with a smile that radiated like a blooming flower. Gracefully, she walked to Fang Yuan's side, her presence exuding confidence and determination. Boldly, she took him by the hand and guided him to the chair next to the table, ensuring his comfort and company.

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She boldly settled herself on his thigh, nestling her gentle body against Fang Yuan's chest. Playing the role of a coy and affectionate woman, she whispered softly in his ear. "Young Master Fang Yuan, your servant has harbored deep feelings for you all along. I yearn to be by your side, to rely on you, and provide you comfort. Tonight, if you so desire, I willingly offer myself to you."

As she whispered in his ear, a tantalizing, youthful breath playfully tickled Fang Yuan's earlobe. Straddling his lap, her exquisite curves pressed against him, enticing his every sense. From her luscious, supple thighs to her slender waist and enticingly soft bosom, she exuded an irresistible allure.

"Young master, allow me the pleasure of personally serving you wine," Shen Cui murmured, her voice dripping with a mix of desire and mischief. With a seductive glint in her eyes, she lifted the wine cup to her own lips, taking a sip that seemed to intensify the air of anticipation. Her gaze never wavered from Fang Yuan's, her lips parting ever so slightly as she leaned in, her intentions becoming increasingly evident.

However, Fang Yuan's expression remained indifferent, as if he was unaffected by her advances, treating her like an inanimate sculpture rather than a young maiden.

Her initial uneasiness dissipated as she drew nearer to his lips, convinced of his pretense. But just at that moment, Fang Yuan scoffed, his tone filled with disdain. "Are you done with your little game? Don't attempt to test my patience, Shen Cui."

Shen Cui's face stiffened, and she swallowed the wine in her mouth, attempting to salvage the situation with false flattery. "Young Master Fang Yuan, what are you saying..."

Fang Yuan's eyes gleamed with cold intensity as he locked his gaze with hers, simultaneously placing his right hand on her snowy white neck, applying pressure. Shen Cui's pupils dilated, panic evident in her voice. "Young master, you're hurting me."

Without uttering a word, Fang Yuan tightened his grip, exerting even more force on her neck.

"Young Master Fang Yuan, I'm... I'm scared!" Shen Cui gasped, struggling to breathe as her face grew flustered. Her soft hands desperately grasped at his, attempting to pry his grip away, but Fang Yuan's hold was unyielding, like an iron vice.

Fang Yuan let out a cold laugh, adding, "who do you think you are? Attempting to seduce me with your pitiful tactics, relying on nothing more than those wretched mounds of decaying flesh on your chest?"

With those words, his left hand mercilessly seized her delicate breasts, causing them to deform under his brutal grip.

A wave of intense pain coursed through Shen Cui's chest, her eyes wide with shock and tears welling up. The agony was unbearable, leaving her unable to scream as Fang Yuan continued to tighten his grip around her throat, the suffocating pressure intensifying.

But just as she reached the brink of suffocation, Fang Yuan slowly released his hold.

Gasping for air, Shen Cui gulped in breaths, her desperation evident as she coughed violently. Fang Yuan chuckled lightly, extending his palm to gently stroke her cheek, his tone nonchalant as he spoke. "Shen Cui, do you think I have the power to kill you, or not?"

It was not an evil, thunderous roar that sent chills down Shen Cui's spine; it was the shallow, mocking tone and the softness of his voice as he questioned whether he had the ability to end her life. Deep within, she felt a profound fear take hold.

She was terrified.

As she looked into Fang Yuan's smiling face, she vowed

never to forget his eyes for the rest of her life. They held no trace of emotion, dark and profound like an ancient abyss concealing a horrifying beast.

Under the weight of his gaze, Shen Cui felt exposed, vulnerable in a freezing wasteland.

The person before her dared to kill her, and he was more than capable of doing so.

Regret washed over Shen Cui's heart. In that moment, she longed to flee, to escape from this terrifying situation. But for now, she remained seated on his lap, paralyzed by fear, lacking the courage to make a single move.

Her entire body tensed, her delicate frame trembling. Her face turned as pale as paper, her voice unable to find its way out.

"Since you have served as my personal servant girl for so many years, I won't kill you this time. If you truly seek to escape from slavery, go tempt my naive little brother." Fang Yuan's smile vanished, replaced by a sigh.

He gently patted her cheek, his voice calm as he uttered, "You may leave."

Shen Cui, her mind clouded with fear, obediently walked away, her movements devoid of any semblance of intelligence. She was terrified beyond measure, unable to comprehend how she had managed to escape from the clutches of the devil named Fang Yuan.

Lost in her thoughts, tears streaming down her face, Shen Cui walked absentmindedly, her mind consumed by fear. As she collided with someone, she looked up and realized it was Fang Zheng.

"Shen Cui, what happened to you?" Fang Zheng inquired with genuine concern in his voice, his eyes scanning her troubled expression.

Shen Cui, shivering with fear, could only mumble incoherently, "Young Master Fang Yuan........he....he .....",her voice trembling as she kept her gaze fixed down on the floor, unable to meet Fang Zheng's worried gaze.

After a strenuous cultivation session, Fang Zheng emerged from his room, seeking a refreshing breath of air to revitalize his senses. Lost in his thoughts, he inadvertently collided with Shen Cui in the hallway.

Raising his gaze to meet her, Fang Zheng's concern escalated as he took in her disheveled appearance. He couldn't help but notice that her dress was slightly torn, and there were disturbing handprints marking her neck. His eyes instinctively traced the red and purple marks on her breasts, visible through the opening in her clothing. Anger surged within Fang Zheng, his veins pulsating with fury at the sight of such evidence of mistreatment.

Overwhelmed with worry, he approached Shen Cui gently, his voice filled with genuine concern as he asked, "Shen Cui, what has happened to you?"

Shen Cui, trembling and barely able to form coherent words, managed to utter, "Young Master Fang Yuan... he... he..."

Fang Zheng's eyes blazed with fury, his heart pounding with a mix of concern for Shen Cui and seething anger towards his brother. Without waiting for Shen Cui to respond, he swiftly made his way to Fang Yuan's room. Every step fueled by righteous indignation, his fists clenched tightly, and his teeth gritted in resolve.

Bursting into his brother's room, Fang Zheng confronted Fang Yuan with an intensity that brooked no room for evasion. His voice reverberated with a combination of anger and concern as he demanded, "Brother, what have you done to Shen Cui?"