Chapter 372 - 230: Mental Turmoil (Part 2)

Chapter 372: Chapter 230: Mental Turmoil (Part 2)

He knew the black-robed person was likely observing his every move from somewhere nearby. He had to stay vigilant and calm at all times to avoid falling into their trap.

After walking for some time, Matchmaker finally stopped before a simple, ancient wooden door.

She knocked gently on the door and said softly, "Master, I have brought Fang Yue."

"Let him in."

A low voice, impossible to discern whether male or female, came from within the door.

Matchmaker pushed the door open and made a welcoming gesture, signaling for Fang Yue to enter.

Fang Yue nodded slightly and stepped inside.

Behind the door was a spacious study, elegantly furnished, but it was filled with the scent of cosmetics. It was actually a woman’s boudoir.

Through layers of gauze curtains, Fang Yue saw a faint, dark figure on the embroidered bed.

He immediately walked forward.

Parting the layers of curtains, Fang Yue finally got a clear look at the figure on the bed. It was, indeed, a woman.

Fang Yue was slightly stunned when he saw the woman on the bed.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, but her nearly flawless face was now flushed red. Her cherry-red lips were parted, and she panted softly, exuding an endless allure.

The moment Fang Yue drew near, she coiled around him like a water snake.

She wasn’t very strong, but when Fang Yue tried to break free, he found he couldn’t muster any strength.

’Poisoned?’

The thought had just surfaced in Fang Yue’s mind when he shook his head. ’With a physique as robust as mine, it’s impossible to be poisoned so silently.’

’If it isn’t poison, then what is it?’

He recalled the scent he had noticed in the main hall earlier; it seemed to be in this room as well.

In an instant, Fang Yue’s mind snapped into focus.

’It’s not poison, it’s an aphrodisiac!’

At this realization, a surge of rage welled up inside Fang Yue.

He never expected the black-robed person to be so despicable as to use such a low-handed trick against him.

He knew he had to stay clear-headed, or the other party might take advantage of his compromised state.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the agitation within him.

Then, he circulated his internal Primordial Qi, attempting to force the strange energy flow out of his body.

However, the energy clung to him like a disease gnawing at his bones, wrapping tightly within his body and making it impossible to expel. Not only could he not force it out, but it also made him feel even more impulsive.

Fang Yue grew more anxious. He knew he couldn’t let this continue. Otherwise, he would truly fall into their trap.

Just then, the woman clinging to him suddenly trembled and let out a moan that seemed to be a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Ngh..." The woman whimpered, her cheeks turning beet red as a watery mist filled her eyes.

At the same time, Fang Yue felt an intense heat flare up inside him, and an extremely potent desire began to course through his veins.

"Ngh..."

Fang Yue let out a stifled groan. His body grew progressively hotter, his breathing more ragged. Finally, unable to control himself, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, propping himself up with his arms as he fought desperately against his body’s primal urges.

But at this moment, Matchmaker, who had led him here, came up behind Fang Yue. Looking down at him kneeling on the floor, a seductive look appeared on her pretty face, her eyes glinting with a captivating light.

She reached out with her slender, snow-white fingers and slowly caressed Fang Yue’s firm back.

"Hee hee... Little gentleman, how does it feel? Are you comfortable?" Matchmaker asked with a charming laugh.

Fang Yue didn’t answer. He felt as if the desire inside him was a volcano on the verge of erupting, threatening to burn him to ashes.

He endured the intense torment, suppressing the frenzied lust within him with all his might.

"Hee hee... Little handsome, don’t hold back!" Matchmaker said sweetly. "You young people always like to play such complicated games. It’s a shame I can’t help you, though."

She giggled continuously, her delicate jade hands teasingly stroking Fang Yue’s chest.

"AHHH—!"

Fang Yue suddenly let out a startled roar. His body began to shake violently, his entire face flushing crimson.

"Haha, I suggest you stop resisting."

Matchmaker giggled again and said, "This is a secret aphrodisiac from the Celestial Star Sect. It’s not a poison; it’s a powerful tonic specially made for experts of the Martial Dao."

With that, Matchmaker reached out and pushed both Fang Yue and the black-veiled woman onto the bed.

"Tonight, we sisters will take good care of you, little handsome! Hee hee..."

After speaking, Matchmaker also climbed onto the bed and embraced the black-veiled woman.

"Damn it!"

Fang Yue cursed, gritting his teeth.

Although both women were at the Martial Master realm, Fang Yue couldn’t mobilize his Primordial Qi at all, making him no match for them.

Moreover, their advances were so overwhelming that Fang Yue was completely at their mercy.

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「The next day」

Fang Yue awoke from a deep stupor.

"Ngh..."

Fang Yue felt incredibly refreshed, as if he had consumed some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. He felt power surging through his entire body.

Instantly, the events of last night flooded his mind.

He quickly glanced to his side and, sure enough, saw a graceful, beautiful naked body.

He immediately turned his head away, afraid to look for even a second longer.

Soon, Fang Yue realized he hadn’t been harmed in any way. On the contrary, he felt even more powerful than before.

This struck him as strange. ’Could it be that the black-robed person’s goal wasn’t to hurt me?’

"Heh heh, do you know who that woman beside you is? Her surname is Zhu. She is the Han Prince’s third daughter, Zhu Linlang. Last night, you certainly enjoyed the blessings of having two beauties."

Just then, a mocking voice suddenly rang out from outside the room.

It was the very person Fang Yue had come to see: the black-robed Tributor.

Hearing the black-robed Tributor’s words, Fang Yue’s heart sank.

He never thought he would fall into their trap and end up sleeping with the Han Prince’s third daughter, Zhu Linlang.

Now, he wouldn’t be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

A surge of rage welled up in Fang Yue. He shot up, threw on his clothes, and stormed out the door.

The black-robed Tributor was standing in the courtyard, watching him with a smirk.

"Black Robe, you dare frame me with such despicable methods!" Fang Yue roared furiously.

"Frame you? Heh heh, I didn’t frame you. Everything that happened last night was of your own free will," the black-robed Tributor said with a laugh.

"You!" Fang Yue was too furious to speak.

He knew that even if he killed the black-robed Tributor now, he couldn’t undo what had been done.

Besides, he was no match for the black-robed Tributor at his current level. He could only swallow his anger for now.

"Black Robe, what is it you want?" Fang Yue asked in a low voice.

"It’s simple. Just give me that item, and I can help you cover this up. Otherwise..."

The black-robed Tributor didn’t finish the sentence, but the threat in their words was perfectly clear.

Hearing the black-robed Tributor’s words, Fang Yue’s heart sank.

He now understood the importance of that Jade Pendant. If used properly, the Power of Destiny within it was immensely useful even to an Expert of Shape-Shifting.

After all, this very item had nearly created King Changping, a Rebel King whose cultivation had almost reached the stage of Transformation. This was proof enough of the item’s value.

Fang Yue took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He knew the black-robed Tributor now had leverage over him. He had to tread carefully, or he might fall into a situation with no hope of recovery.

"Black Robe, do you think this is enough to threaten me?"

Fang Yue said coldly, "I, Fang Yue, have never bowed to threats. If you want that item, then come and take it with your own skill!"

The black-robed Tributor was momentarily stunned. They hadn’t expected Fang Yue to be so defiant, completely unfazed by their threat.

"Good! You’ve got guts!"

The black-robed Tributor sneered, "Since you refuse to do this the easy way, don’t blame me for what comes next. I will inform the Han Prince of this matter, and we’ll see how he decides to deal with you!"

Having said their piece, the black-robed Tributor turned and left, apparently with no intention of acting personally.

"Heh heh, don’t you forget, you’re the one who orchestrated this. I doubt the Han Prince will let you off the hook either."

Watching the black-robed Tributor’s retreating back, Fang Yue sneered inwardly.

He knew the black-robed Tributor hadn’t acted personally for two reasons. First, they were wary of the Observatory. Second, while the item was important to them, it wasn’t so important that they would risk everything to get it.

However, Fang Yue also knew that he was now in an extremely dangerous position.

The black-robed Tributor would most likely inform the Han Prince, and at that point, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself even if he had a hundred mouths.

Besides, even if the Han Prince did believe him, it was inevitable that he would harbor some resentment toward him.

After all, he had slept with the Han Prince’s daughter. That was an unchangeable fact.