Chapter 792: Fiery Song Yangzhu
When Song Yangzhu awoke, she found herself completely naked and was shaken. Always cautious, especially as an unmarried woman, she took a moment to orient herself. Seeing Ye Mo still asleep beside her brought immediate relief.
But a profound change was evident. Her body felt light, her power had surged to the Yellow Level Tertiary stage—easily reaching Black Level again! All her wounds were gone, her hands smooth and silky, as if ten years had been erased. She grasped her hair; it was pure black, lustrous and thick.
She recalled Ye Mo's promise of treatment the previous night. Could this be its effect? The reality of her transformation overwhelmed her. Ye Mo could fly; what else was beyond his capabilities? Was he truly immortal?
No woman disregards her beauty, nor avoids presenting her best self to someone she cherishes. Ye Mo had restored her lost radiance, and in a surge of joy and gratitude, she embraced and kissed him.
For once, Ye Mo forwent cultivation to prioritize rest. Song Yangzhu's embrace roused him. Seeing her radiant joy, he felt immense satisfaction; her confidence restored, she was her old self again.
"Thank you, Ye Mo!" she exclaimed, kissing him again.
Ye Mo, long separated from Mu Xiaoyun, Luo Ying, and Ning Qingxue, found himself unable to resist Song Yangzhu's passionate advances. Her fiery embrace ignited his own passion, but to his surprise, her intensity was such that he couldn't even take the dominant role.
As she enveloped him, a fleeting pain yielded to intense pleasure, punctuated by soft moans of satisfaction. The moon climbed high, nearing dawn, before exhaustion finally claimed them. She nestled in his arms, a stark contrast to the passionate woman who had just moments before consumed him.
Noticing his silence regarding her intensity, she confessed, "You took the initiative that day; this time, it was my turn."
Ye Mo understood, apologetically stroking her hair. Their shared memories were scarce, only the mountain encounter remaining vivid. "To be honest, I was innocent that day; you took the initiative then, too."
"You!"
Their desire for sleep was gone. The night's passionate encounter had seemingly erased the distance she once maintained. She had finally decided to remain with him, choosing to stay, rather than leaving him.
"I'm sorry," Ye Mo apologized, embracing her. He felt remorse for the Song family's destruction and for allowing her to endure hardship alone.
Song Yangzhu silenced him with a touch. She understood; the Song family's arrogance had been their undoing. While she sought revenge, others merely stole their fortune and abandoned her. Ye Mo, however, had saved her repeatedly and become her husband; the conflict with his family faded into insignificance.
"Where did your wounds come from?" he asked gently.
Song Yangzhu hesitated, then recounted, "When I was pregnant with Yimo, I went to Jing City. On a snowy day, I fell at the bottom of Emei Mountain. Sister Shan Yu, a nun from the Emei Mosque, saved me."
"After hearing your news, I took Yimo to Beijing, then to Flowing Snake, only to learn you were in Luo Yue. Luckily, the docks were open after the war, so I went there." The arduous journey still pained her.
"I'm sorry, Yangzhu. When I saw your figure that day, it seemed familiar, but I didn't recognize you. You shouldn't have suffered so much," Ye Mo regretted.
Song Yangzhu shook her head, understanding she hadn't left a lasting impression on him then. She harbored no blame; without Yimo, even their previous intimacy wouldn't have forged a strong connection.
"After Luo Yue, I returned to the Emei Mosque, only to find Sister Shan Yu and two other nuns dead. I buried them and was preparing to leave with Yimo when—" Her voice faltered, the memory clearly traumatic.
Ye Mo infused her with calming chi. Feeling his support, she gradually composed herself, though her voice remained unsteady. "I had just reached the door when a faceless figure stopped me—a skull-like face, full of craters. I froze in terror."
Ye Mo frowned, recalling the faceless Yan Wuliang from the ship auction, whom he had killed.
"His voice was ghostly. Worried for Yimo, I struck him with a stick, and somehow, I hit him. He groaned, something seemed to be expelled from him, but Yimo's bracelet emitted light, stopping it. Terrified, I fled with Yimo. He threw the stick back, hitting my back. I spat blood but didn't dare to stop, escaping to Ning Hai."