Chapter 141: Zhu Zhuqing, This Holy Son Wants You to Marry Him!
"Om—"
Instantly, an invisible force surged out of Ye Han's body and shot towards Zhu Zhuyun, who was fleeing for her life.
A mysterious and deep vortex formed behind her, and there was a faint chaotic energy surging in the vortex.
Zhu Zhuyun only felt an irresistible suction force coming from behind her, and her delicate body was pulled uncontrollably toward the vortex.
Although she struggled desperately and used her martial spirit to resist, everything was in vain in front of this force—she was directly sucked in.
"Ah!"
Zhu Zhuqing looked on in shock and asked in a trembling voice,
"You… you killed her?!"
Ye Han, seeing her panic, wasn't surprised.
After all, in the original story, Zhu Zhuqing still had some feelings for Zhu Zhuyun. Otherwise, she wouldn't have shown mercy during the Soul Master Competition.
"Don't worry, I didn't kill her," Ye Han said with a slight smile.
"I just locked her in a space created by me."
"Create… space?!"
Zhu Zhuqing was shocked but also relieved. She then asked anxiously,
"Then what are you going to do with her later—Puff!"
Before she could finish, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Her plump, attractive body twitched in pain.
Ye Han enjoyed the sight for a moment, inwardly cursing how much her figure resembled that of a succubus. But he quickly came to his senses, frowning at Zhu Zhuqing, who was in pain in his arms.
She was covered with wounds—especially the one on her back, left by Zhu Zhuyun—which had to be treated immediately.
Ye Han made a prompt decision. He carried her and sat beneath a nearby tree, letting her lean on him.
Then, his large palm suddenly exerted force and tore the tight leather jacket wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's proud figure.
"Tear—!"
In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful body was exposed, causing Ye Han's eyes to light up.
"Ah!!"
Startled and panicked, Zhu Zhuqing used all her remaining strength to resist.
"What… what are you doing?! Stop it!!!"
Ye Han scolded her angrily:
"What a stupid cat—what are you thinking? Am I the kind of person who takes advantage of others?"
"You're so badly injured. Of course I have to tear your clothes to treat you! If you keep making trouble, don't blame me if you die!"
Zhu Zhuqing felt a little wronged by his fierce tone, but she could hear the concern in his voice and finally gave up resisting.
Seeing she was no longer struggling, Ye Han let go completely, tore off all her tights, and tossed them aside.
After feasting his eyes, he took out some special medicinal powder, poured it on his hands, and began applying it to her wounds.
"Woo… woo…"
Zhu Zhuqing bit her red lips in pain, whimpering softly.
But more unbearable than the pain was the overwhelming shame and guilt rising in her heart.
From childhood to now, she had never been touched by a man—let alone so thoroughly!
What's more, she had a fiancé. How could she face him now?
But she also understood: if Ye Han didn't act, she would have surely died!
Hehe…
Ye Han saw the shame and guilt in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes and enjoyed it immensely.
"Alright, I'm going to start treating the most serious part now. Just bear with it."
He warned her, then turned her over and began treating the wound on her back.
"Woo… It hurts—!"
She couldn't help crying out. Tears welled in her eyes as her hot, delicate body instinctively threw itself into Ye Han's arms.
Her snow-white arms wrapped around his waist tightly—and she bit into his neck hard, as if trying to vent all her pain.
"Ugh… hiss!"
Ye Han groaned in pain, but far from angry, he was ecstatic.
Enjoying her reaction, he held her gently while continuing the treatment.
This strange and complex moment left Zhu Zhuqing's heart feeling confused and stirred in unexpected ways.
Eventually, Ye Han finished. He pulled out a black robe and draped it over her.
With a wicked smile, he said,
"Your wounds are treated. How long do you plan to keep biting me? Bite harder if you like."
Zhu Zhuqing quickly let go and opened her mouth. A deep bite mark could be seen on Ye Han's neck.
Her pretty face turned bright red. She lowered her head in guilt and stammered:
"Sorry… I didn't mean to…"
"I didn't expect you to be the legendary Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Ye Han."
"Anyway, thank you for saving me. If not for you, I might've already…"
Before she could finish, Ye Han waved his hand, interrupting her with a playful smile:
"Huh? I saved you, and all you say is 'thank you'? Shouldn't you be a little more practical?"
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned and just as she was about to ask what he meant, Ye Han beat her to it:
"Zhu Zhuqing, this Holy Son wants you to marry me!"
The moment those words fell, Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled.
She seemed shocked—and even tempted to agree right then and there.
After all, this was the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. Who in the world didn't dream of being his woman?
Not only did he possess unparalleled strength, but he was also a pioneer of a new martial theory—both powerful and intelligent.
What's more, if she became his woman, she could break free from her current life of fear.
But in the end, Zhu Zhuqing suppressed that thought.
She had a fiancé. She couldn't betray him.
"No… no! I'm sorry—I can't agree to your request!"
"You can make any other request. Anything else is fine—but not this!"
Ye Han wasn't surprised. A faint smirk appeared on his lips:
"The noble daughter of the Zhu family of the Star Luo Empire is destined to be engaged to one of the royal princes."
"Zhu Zhuyun, the woman just now, is engaged to Davis—the Crown Prince."
"And you, her younger sister, must be engaged to the second prince, Dai Mubai."
"So it's because of this identity that you won't agree to marry me?"
Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly. She bit her red lips and nodded—her heart full of complicated emotions.
She had an indescribable affection for Ye Han, but was bound by the old traditions of engagement.
Ye Han let out a sigh, pretending to be regretful:
"What a pity… what a pity."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ye Han with guilt and confusion in her eyes:
"I'm sorry… Even though I can't become your woman, I'll find another way to repay your kindness."
"But… but, you're the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. You must have countless suitors. Why… why me?"
Ye Han chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh, playing the part of a noble gentleman:
"Yes, I do have many suitors. But how could I possibly ignore a beauty like you?"
"But I won't force it. A melon forced off the vine isn't sweet."
"It's just a pity… that a beauty like you will end up marrying a cowardly waste!"
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