Chapter Forty-Four: Beat That Son of a Bitch!
After being knocked down dozens of times, the star energy within Yang Ye’s body had been almost completely absorbed by the blazing sun gloves. Immediately, he took out a beast core and swallowed it.
“Again!”
After absorbing the energy from the beast core, Yang Ye gritted his teeth and spoke to Long Xiaoqing once more.
During the day, Long Xiaoqing trained her fifty subordinates while Yang Ye practiced alone in the ship’s training room; at night, he would spar with her on the deck.
His progress was unmistakable. Just a few days ago, when Yang Ye first put on the blazing sun gloves, he could barely walk. Now, he was able to dodge Long Xiaoqing’s attacks.
He trained until two in the morning before finally removing the gloves, completing his daily regimen.
Returning to his room, Yang Ye left his physical body shell.
He took a shower, drank a glass of milk, and lay on the bed, flipping through messages sent from the Summer Capital’s inspection bureau.
During Yang Ye’s absence, the Summer Capital had been unusually calm. Nothing major had happened throughout all of China.
Sleep!
Yang Ye pulled the blanket over himself.
In less than three minutes, exhausted from the day, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Over an hour later, Long Xiaoqing, who had left her physical shell to frolic in the sea, finally returned and entered the carved wooden body.
She stripped off her clothes, lifted the blanket, and wrapped herself around Yang Ye like an octopus.
In his sleep, Yang Ye hugged her back.
In the darkness, Long Xiaoqing’s eyes were wide open. She looked at Yang Ye, then let her small hand slowly slide down from his chest, further and further...
Soon, her hand found something soft and limp.
Huh~ how strange!
After moving a bit, Long Xiaoqing realized what she held had grown larger and firmer!
What did that woman, Wang Ping, say again?
Right! Don’t use too much force, keep your finger joints flexible...
Long Xiaoqing began to move.
Suddenly, Yang Ye’s eyes snapped open.
“Xiaoqing, what are you doing?”
Feeling her small hand grasping him below, Yang Ye looked bewildered.
“Husband, does this feel good?” Seeing Yang Ye awake, Long Xiaoqing asked proudly.
Yang Ye moved her hand away, smiling wryly, “Xiaoqing, who taught you this?”
“That woman named Wang Ping.”
Long Xiaoqing honestly betrayed Wang Ping.
“Xiaoqing, you’re still young. You mustn’t do such things, understand?”
Yang Ye spoke helplessly.
Although they were married, Long Xiaoqing was still a little girl in Yang Ye’s eyes.
From the dragon’s growth process, Long Xiaoqing was only a juvenile, ignorant of matters between men and women. Yang Ye was deeply resistant to such things.
“Husband, I know I was wrong.” Long Xiaoqing stuck out her tongue. She thought, if just this made him unhappy, it was lucky she hadn’t tried with her mouth.
Though he had only slept briefly, Yang Ye felt refreshed. He entered his physical body shell and took down the whistle hanging on the wall.
“Chirp~”
Yang Ye blew the whistle into a microphone.
A piercing sound echoed through the ship’s cabin.
It was not yet five in the morning.
The fifty cultivators, still deep in sleep, sprang up reflexively at the sound.
Soon, they appeared on the deck, fully dressed.
Yang Ye had already put on the blazing sun gloves.
Under the bright lights, he swept his gaze over them and said coolly, “Today’s training is sparring with me. Whoever can knock me down will be rewarded with a hundred million martial coins!”
As soon as Yang Ye finished speaking, all fifty rushed him at once.
Inspector Ye hadn’t said they had to knock him down alone, so teaming up was fair game—and they could use star energy too.
These clever fellows immediately caught the loophole in his words.
But—
“Boom boom boom boom...”
Yang Ye moved with lightning speed, a series of heavy collisions ringing out.
In less than five minutes, the broad deck was covered with fallen bodies—only Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing remained standing.
Yang Ye couldn’t dodge Long Xiaoqing’s attacks, but dealing with these men was effortless.
“Phew~”
Yang Ye let out a long breath.
Seeing his fifty subordinates groaning on the deck, the fire in Yang Ye’s heart finally dissipated.
“Go back and rest. Get up promptly at seven!”
With that, Yang Ye returned to the cabin.
“What’s up with Inspector Ye?”
“Yeah! Seems like he’s got something bottled up inside.”
“Who knows? Maybe he had a fight with the young madam?”
“Who can tell!”
...
While everyone speculated about Yang Ye’s outburst, only the woman named Wang Ping understood.
Just now, she had seen the complaining look in Long Xiaoqing’s eyes.
Long Xiaoqing was still very innocent. After spending a long time with her, Wang Ping realized that although Inspector Ye and Long Xiaoqing were married, their relationship wasn’t as scandalous as rumors suggested.
“I’ll never do that again...” Wang Ping thought, rubbing the bruises from Yang Ye’s fists.
...
The next morning, at nine thirty.
“Boom boom boom...”
In the training room aboard the ship, Yang Ye, bare-chested and wearing blazing sun gloves, was relentlessly pounding a two-meter-thick, two-meter-tall iron pillar.
His fists left deep impressions on the pillar.
This training method was one he’d learned from Zhu Xiong, the warden of Summer Capital Prison.
Zhu Xiong used a copper pillar, but Yang Ye’s was iron.
Suddenly, the training room door opened.
A young woman in a red uniform entered, her features striking.
Her name was Han Xiang, born to an ordinary family and assigned by Mao Li to serve as Yang Ye’s secretary aboard the ship.
Seeing Yang Ye training, Han Xiang was filled with shock.
“What is it?” Yang Ye stopped and asked coolly.
“Inspector Ye... the captain says... there’s an unidentified ship approaching, about a hundred nautical miles away.”
Confronted by Yang Ye, Han Xiang was nervous, stammering as she spoke.
Yang Ye nodded, threw on a shirt, and stepped out of the training room.
Moments later, Yang Ye stood by the ship’s rail, binoculars in hand, watching the approaching vessels.
Through the binoculars, he saw not just one ship.
The first to appear were three Chinese fishing boats.
It was late autumn, and the sea temperature was low. The giant sea beasts that threatened fishing boats had mostly retreated to deep waters.
This was the season when fishing boats ventured out in large numbers.
Trailing the three fishing boats was a massive hunting ship.
Lights flickered on its deck.
The hunting ship was firing large-caliber machine guns at the fishing boats.
Yang Ye frowned and immediately ordered his fifty subordinates back to the ship, had the Sky Patrol start moving, and issued a combat alert.
Sky Patrol was the name Yang Ye had given to the giant ship.
At the sound of the alert, the crew rushed to their stations.
The ship’s weapons quickly locked onto the distant hunting ship that was attacking the fishing boats.
“Inspector Ye, the three fishing boats have sent a distress signal. The hunting ship is called Yamato.”
Captain Wei Yong reported through the intercom.
“Yamato? A hunting ship from Fusang?” Yang Ye asked, brows furrowed.
“Yes!” Wei Yong replied.
Yang Ye’s face darkened, “What are we waiting for? Open fire! Smash those bastards!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh...”
As soon as Yang Ye finished speaking, dozens of missiles launched from the ship, streaking like arrows toward the Yamato.