A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1957

“Hah! We did it!”

After realizing that he had broken through the stagnation, Ye Fan could hardly contain his excitement.

However, he looked all over and found no trace of the young woman.

“She's right next to you, fool!”

It was only when Huangniu spoke up irritably that Ye Fan realized that Duanmu Wan'er was deeply asleep beside him.

Though most of her body was covered by Ye Fan's coat, little innocuous patches of snow-white skin still showed through.

She looks like a kitten snuggling up against me.

That beautiful face, however, had lost some of its ruddiness from before. Even with her eyes closed, she appeared pale and weak.

“What happened, Wan'er? You don't look good at all!”

Ye Fan's eyes filled with worry after calling her name loudly several times to no avail.

Despite her unresponsiveness, Ye Fan heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of her gently heaving chest.

“Hey, stop pretending like you'd forgotten about what happened last night! You know very well what you did to her! Look at what you've turned her into!”

Huangniu rolled its eyes as it was livid. Ye Fan had a suspicion that he was still harboring resentment against him for assaulting it earlier.

“If you want to sleep with her, why won't you just be honest about it?” Huangniu continued, making no effort to conceal his disgruntlement. “There's no need to pretend that you need help cultivating your skill to trick her.”

Ye Fan was horror-struck by those words.

“What did I do last night? I certainly didn't intend for anything like that to happen! I was only cultivating Raijin Thunderdrake!”

The cow regarded him stonily. “You two fell asleep on the same bed. What else do you think happened? Look at the state she is in! Does that look like you didn't do anything to her last night?” “I...” Ye Fan stammered, at a loss for words. Did I really do something dishonorable to her last night?

“You can stop pretending. As unhappy as I am about it, what's done is done. Poor Wan'er. Consider yourself lucky to have gotten into bed with such a pretty girl! You're responsible for her from here on out. As her guardian, I hereby officially hand her over to you with my blessing.”

The cow spoke as if he was a father giving his daughter away at the altar.

“Cut the crap!” Ye Fan shouted.

I still have all my clothes on. What could I have done? Clearly, Huangniu has bluffed me.

“Still denying it, aren't you?” Huangniu continued. “I saw both of you kissing! Do you see the wound on her lip! You bit her! Oh, I wish I did not see everything! You've ruined my innocence!”

Ye Fan was horrified at the sight of the bite mark on Duanmu Wan'er's lip as indicated by the cow. Huangniu isn't lying! Could I have done all the things he's accusing me of?

Duanmu Wan'er chose that very moment to stir.

Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, she tried her hardest to sit up to no avail as she was still drained of energy.

All she could manage was to turn her head as she regarded him. “How're you feeling, Ye Fan?” she whispered, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“Wan'er, did we...” Ye Fan hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Before Ye Fan could apologize, Duanmu Wan'er spoke first. “I'm sorry for not discussing things with you yesterday, Ye Fan. It was the only way to help you achieve a breakthrough. Raijin Thunderdrake is a skill that requires the direct and aggressive redirection of energy. Having successfully attained six levels in the past, you have accumulated too much destructive masculine energy in you. Though it imbues you with strength, it is also a shackle to keep you from progressing. Without my feminine energy to balance it out, you will never attain the seventh level.”

Ye Fan is not the first one to encounter this obstacle. My ancestor, too, have been stuck at this stage for the same reason on their path to mastery. The saturation of masculine energy accumulated via the attainment of Raijin Thunderdrake had been the cause of their

stagnant progress as well.

After intense research, Wan'er's ancestor discovered the only way to get past the bottleneck was to undergo the training with one's spouse to even out the overwhelming masculine energy.

I am the only one in this cave who can help Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's eyes were wide with surprise at the startling revelation before grimacing at the recollection of another similar instance.

Did we really conduct a Joint Cultivation last night?

This feels awfully familiar. Back then, the attainment of Dragon God Body necessitated a similar methodology. Raijln Thunderdrake is no different!

Even from the first moment when he began training for Raijin Thunderdrake, Ye Fan had detected similarities between the two.

That was also the reason for his success at earlier levels.

However, that was where the similarities between the two skills ended.

Dragon God Body served to compress strength to create explosive bursts of power.

Raijin Thunderdrake, on the other hand, increased the defensive capabilities of the body.

The training to attain Raijin Thunderdrake was torturous, to say the least.

Therefore, Ye Fan would not have been able to accomplish that breakthrough without the sacrifice made by Wan'er.

Ye Fan was in awe that a girl who he had just met would do so much for him, Ye Fan's guilt was misplaced as Duanmu Wan'er had merely kissed him, nothing more.

It was the only way for Duanmu Wan'er to transfer the feminine energy into Ye Fan's body.

For a girl as pure as Duanmu Wan'er, even a kiss was asking a lot of her.

“Wan'er, I... you...” Ye Fan stammered, at a loss on how to express his gratitude.

In the end, all he could manage was a sigh. “Poor girl.”

What have I done!

“I agree,” chimed in Huangniu. “I pity her for giving away her first kiss to someone like you.”

“Get lost!” Ye Fan roared.

“You should go, Ye Fan,” Duanmu Wan'er murmured, as if she had guessed his intent. “Don't let the people you care about wait too long. “Having already broken through the seventh level of Raijin Thunderdrake, you should have no trouble with passing through Well of the Thunderdrake.”

Ye Fan's heart twinged with another pang of guilt as she pushed for his departure.

What a messy night it had been. I was so focused on my training that I did not notice anything else. After everything has been made clear, I suddenly realized how much Duanmu Wan 'er has sacrificed for my sake. I can't just leave like that. I feel obligated to her.

“I'll be fine, Ye Fan. I'm just feeling a little drained, that's all. I'll be back to normal after a few days of rest.” Duanmu Wan'er addressed all of his unspoken concerns in a gentle voice.

“Drained?” repeated Huangniu with a sneer, clearly enjoying instigating the situation. “How could you be so rough with her, Ye Fan? She is such a delicate girl!”

“Shut up,” Ye Fan said with a scowl before turning to inspect Duanmu Wan'er.

After being satisfied that there was no lasting damage to her body, his heart finally eased for the first time that day.

“I guess this is goodbye, then. Take care of yourself, Wan'er.”

Without another word, he turned and began to trudge toward the Well of the Thunderdrake.

“Wait a moment, Ye Fan.”

Ye Fan was already at the well when Duanmu Wan'er caught up with him with an arm around Huangniu's shoulder for support to hand him a little jade bottle. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“I've made a pill from the herbs found in the cave before. I hope it might help you on your journey.

Hang on, let me grab some of the paintings I've done, and some spells and incantations I've jotted down...”

Seizing the opportunity before Ye Fan's departure, Duanmu Wan'er brought him all of her treasures.

I'm not sure what would be of help to him, so I'll just give him everything and let him sort it out by himself.

“Thank you, Wan'er!” said Ye Fan gratefully. “Once I'm out there, I will help you find your brother and have him come for you as soon as possible.”

What she has done for me cannot be repaid. Looks like I owe the little monster a big favor.

However, Duanmu Wan'er's words served as a reminder.

After exiting the room of stone, he returned several minutes later with the ten magical swords collected by the ancestor of India slung all over his body.

Instead of leaving them there to rust, they'd better be used by Gaius and the rest to get some real work done.

“D*mn, are you a smuggler?” the calf exclaimed as it eyed the items in Ye Fan's arms with disdain.