Chapter 8: Twin Flames of the Same Body

  When Lin Yue'er slowly woke up, the sky was already bright, but her mind was still a bit dizzy.

  As soon as she opened her eyes, Lin Yue'er suddenly found herself lying on a strange bed, and her face changed instantly. In a flash of inspiration, she remembered everything that had happened yesterday!

  She hastily sat up, lifted the quilt that covered her body, and looked down. Her thin shirt on her body was disheveled, but it hadn't been taken off.

  Lin Yue'er suddenly felt a bad premonition and her heart turned sour as she recalled that she had inexplicably fainted last night.

  What's going on? Where is that beastly young master?

  Tears flowed out again without restraint. Lin Yue'er sat on the bed in a daze for half a moment before slowly getting down from the bed.

  A brand new set of clothes had appeared by the bed, red with pleats and inlaid with glass beads that shone like jade. Lin Yue'er choked back a sob, slowly took off her clothes, revealing her beautiful figure.

  She stared at her own body for a while, thinking that she might have been seen and touched all over by that young master yesterday, and her eyes began to redden again. She took a deep breath and picked up the clothes to change into them.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, her mind was a mess at this moment. She didn't know that Chu Hao had done nothing yesterday. In her heart, she had already been possessed by that beastly young master and had become his plaything...

  Is this... really my fate?

  Thinking of this, her heart was even more sour and chaotic...

  Sunlight pours through the window, shining on Lin Yue's tear-stained face as she sits by the bed, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene in warm tones.

  "Squeak——"

  The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, Lin Yue'er's mind tightened, and her small hands unconsciously grasped the bed sheet.

  A young maid, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with two small braids standing upright on her head, looking quite pretty. She held a basin of water in both hands and walked into the room. Seeing Lin Yue'er sitting on the edge of the bed, her face first showed joy, then turned gloomy, saying: "Miss, you're awake!"

  "Little Butterfly!"

  Lin Yue'er hastily wiped away the tears on her face and looked at the maid who had entered, a look of incredulity on her face.

  "Miss!" Xiaodie's nose suddenly turned sour, she put the washbasin on the table and rushed into Lin Yue'er's arms, sobbing: "Are you okay? Wuu... Xiaodie was so scared..."

  "I...I'm fine..." Remembering everything from last night, Lin Yue'er's eyes were red and swollen. Looking at Xiao Die's heartbreaking expression, she couldn't help but burst into tears as well. The two mistress and servant hugged each other and cried out loud.

  "What are you doing here too?" After crying, Lin Yue'er's emotions finally improved a bit. She thought of something and helped up Xiao Die, looking at her face with tension to ask.

  "This morning, the servants from Wangfu came to Lin Garden and took the slaves away, saying they were taking care of Miss. Xiaodie choked with sobs and exclaimed: 'Originally, I thought I would be separated from Miss, but unexpectedly I can see Miss again, I'm so happy!'"

  "Will someone from the Wang Fu come to pick you up?" Lin Yue'er's slender body trembled, and she asked: "Who was sent to pick you up?"

  Xiao Die said: "One of Young Master Wang's subordinates, that one is called Chu Mo General!"

  Lin Yue'er's sorrow was born from her heart, and she held the small butterfly in her arms, choking with sobs: "That beast... I didn't think he would spare even you!"

  Xiao Die had grown up with Lin Yue'er since she was a child. According to the customs of the Yun Tian Empire, when a young lady got married, her personal maid would follow her as a dowry. Although Lin Yue'er's situation wasn't exactly the same as getting married to Chu Hao, it was similar. Seeing Xiao Die being taken away by that shameless man now made her heart feel even more desolate.

  The little butterfly blinked her eyes, hugged Lin Yue'er, and also understood the young lady's meaning. She raised her head and said: "Miss, Xiaodie is not afraid, Xiaodie wants to protect Miss, and be with Miss together!"

  "Dummy..." Lin Yue'er's heart warmed up, and a determined look flashed across her face: "Don't worry, I'm here, I won't let that bastard touch you!" As she said this, Lin Yue'er herself was also uncertain.

  The atmosphere was depressing, and the two of them chatted for a while before Xiaodie suddenly let out a "ya" and her face turned slightly red as she said in embarrassment: "Miss, the water for washing your face has gone cold!"

  "Never mind, I want to take a bath, where is the bathroom?"

  "I'm going to get hot water for the young lady."

  The little butterfly nodded and was about to go down when Lin Yue'er suddenly stopped her, saying: "By the way, where was that bastard when you came in just now?"

  "Cultivating in the backyard..."

  Weiyuan Wangfu, as a large mansion second only to the imperial palace, has an extremely large area and a luxurious environment.

  The gardens are intertwined, the winding paths lead to secluded areas, and the flower halls and houses are layered and hidden. Every time you arrive at a place, you can almost see a corridor and a pavilion. The small king's residence is called Lingyue Garden. There are four courtyards in the Wang Mansion, namely: Sizi Garden where King Wang lives, Lingyue Garden where Little King Wang lives, Houwu Courtyard where the guardian general lives, and Ningcai Garden where the servants live.

  These arrangements, in Chu Hao's view, were no different from those outside the foundry gate.

  In the backyard of Lingyue Garden, there is a stone bridge with a vaulted arch, under which lies a clear spring. After crossing the stone bridge, what comes into view is the yellow and green glazed tiles, the nine-colored wall of the gatehouse. This gate is over ten feet high, with dozens of brass nails inlaid on it. Inside this gate is one of the three martial arts training grounds of the Wang Mansion.

  At this moment, in the middle of the empty ground, Chu Hao was waving his fists with a serious expression.

  Fists howling, Chu Hao's upper body was red and swollen, every punch he threw out, the muscles on his body would bulge stiffly.

  He was currently practicing a set of fist techniques called "Tiger Shape Secret Fist", which was a martial art he had unintentionally discovered in the ancient book vault of the Zither Pavilion in his past life. This fist technique, although not considered refined enough for the Cultivation Realm, was an invaluable martial art for the world of martial arts!

  Chu Hao started from the fifth watch, and now the sun has risen in the sky. Unconsciously, he has been practicing his fist technique for nearly half a day! And every punch and every loud shout contained his endless resentment.

  The guards standing at the edge of the martial arts arena were also astonished, but their astonishment was not due to the brilliance of this set of fist techniques, but rather the unusual perseverance shown by Young Master Wang today!

  It's worth noting that after the retreat three years ago, although Young Master Wang still insisted on cultivating, the time he spent cultivating became less and less each day. It's been two whole years since he last cultivated for a full half-day like this!

  They certainly did not know that at this moment, the fake young master's heart was very depressed, extremely depressed!

  If the dantian was sealed, Chu Hao could still accept it. However, if the Lihuo fire couldn't be operated and driven, he would only feel puzzled and depressed. But what's crucial is that in this body, the Zilong fire he once possessed appeared below the Lihuo fire, which made him want to go crazy!

  Two fires in one body!

  One of the greatest taboos in the Cultivation Realm!

  Chu Hao clearly remembered that in a miscellaneous secret book he had browsed through at the time of the casting door, it was recorded: Any refiner can only have one kind of fire in his body. If there are two kinds of fire, congratulations to you, unless you can grasp the habits and abilities of both flames, otherwise, it is a fatal outcome!

  Because, no matter how low the ranking of the internal organs' fire is, as long as two different attribute flames exist in one body and you can't control them, their fate is to devour each other until the destruction of the body itself!

  Whether it's the Purple Dragon Flame or the Fierce Phoenix Flame, any artifact refiner in the Cultivation Realm who possesses either of these flames is enough to look down on others. But Chu Hao, however, has both!

  My gosh, how could I have encountered such a miserable thing!

  This uncertain situation made Chu Hao worried and fearful for the whole night! So today he came out very early, using his fist to release the depression in his heart!

  Moreover, he didn't dare to recite the incantation to drive either the Lihuo fire or the Zilong fire again. If they started acting strangely, he would be finished before he had even been reborn for a few days.

  "Huh?"

  After practicing a set of fist techniques for five rounds, Chu Hao was now covered in sweat, lying on the ground, and his breathing was also somewhat labored.

  This body has been pampered for too long, and its functions can no longer keep up with the movement of the fist. Chu Hao struggled to do so, but half a day's time had already left him exhausted.

  Still in the second layer of refining bones, damn it!

  Chu Hao was very dissatisfied with everything about this body at the moment. Although being a young master of a wealthy family was his dream, it also required capital in terms of physical strength and ability. Bullying others by relying on one's power was something that, if done, should be done in a way that left no room for criticism!

  Taking the water handed over by Xiao Si, Chu Hao said: "Is she awake?"

  He's only sixteen years old. After a fierce battle with Chu Hao last night, he still has the energy to practice during the day, his face filled with envy. To think that his butt is still sore!

  Fourth Servant hastily replied: "Miss Lin has woken up and is currently taking a bath."

  "Take a bath?" Chu Hao's eyes lit up, and he said: "Her maid must have come too. Let them stay in the east wing of the other courtyard. Xiao Wang remembers that there are still several empty rooms there, so let's assign a few more maids to go over."

  "Isn't she your concubine, Young Master Wang?" Little Fourth asked in confusion.

  "What's it to you?" Chu Hao glared at Xiao Si discontentedly, thinking to himself that if it weren't for this kid not speaking clearly yesterday, he wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

  When he saw Xiao Si, he didn't dare to say much. Chu Hao said, "Alright, go and get some hot water for Xiao Wang, she's all sweaty. After bathing, call Lin Xiaojie over to have dinner together too. Remember, only if she wants to come."

  "Yes!" Little Fourth hastily retreated.

  Chu Hao sat on the stone bench, holding the medicine bottle that Xiao Si had returned to him earlier. He looked down at his knee and saw that the wound had scabbed over and was itching as if new flesh was growing.

  A second-layer cultivator is still nothing, barely even dog shit!