The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 426 - 425 Ding Yuan

Chapter 426: Chapter 425 Ding Yuan

Ye Feng concealed himself in the shadows, choosing not to act rashly. He knew that Hu Yunyun was not a Martial Artist, but rather a Demon Cultivator who practiced Bewitching Techniques from the Demon Path. Bewitching Techniques could expand one’s allure infinitely through spiritual power, attracting anyone, regardless of gender, leaving them utterly captivated.

Once someone fell completely under her Bewitching Techniques, they would turn into Hu Yunyun’s puppets, playthings to be manipulated at her whim without the slightest awareness.

The more potent the caster’s spiritual power, the more terrifying the effectiveness of the Bewitching Technique. It was just like when Hu Yunyun had previously ensnared Fang Yuan with nothing more than a look, a gesture, causing him to lose himself in her enchantment.

Hu Yunyun was rapidly cultivating, absorbing the spiritual power from the bloodied chalice.

"Who’s there!" Suddenly, Hu Yunyun snapped her eyes open and shouted loudly, her gaze filled with a chilling murderous intent, completely devoid of her usual frail facade.

However, Ye Feng remained hidden in the darkness, motionless, his heart undisturbed.

He had already noticed that soon after Hu Yunyun arrived, another individual had followed her.

With Hu Yunyun’s abilities, even if she were ten times or even a hundred times stronger, she would not be able to detect Ye Feng’s presence.

Right then, a dark shadow flashed by, and a person appeared in front of Hu Yunyun.

It was a young man in a black designer suit with delicate features, fair skin, and a pair of blue pupils that exuded an enchanting, androgynous appeal.

Yet, he emanated a formidable Blood Qi. Ye Feng instantly recognized him as a Grandmaster, a Middle Innate-stage Grandmaster.

The sinister-looking young man coldly smiled at Hu Yunyun, "Hu Yunyun, oh Hu Yunyun, how bold you are to secretly steal the Bishop’s Holy Grail and covertly absorb the Holy Souls inside to enhance your cultivation. I’ve sensed something was amiss for a while now—why have the Holy Souls contributed in recent weeks dwindled? So it was you, you wretch, who’ve been draining them!"

Hu Yunyun’s expression was very unsightly, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled wickedly at the young man, "Ding Yuan, I know I was wrong, but as you know, I want to raise my power. Cultivating on my own is simply too slow, far too slow; I was driven to desperation..."

Ding Yuan chuckled coldly, "Driven to desperation? What a fine excuse! Do you realize those Holy Souls were collected by the Bishop for the Pope? If found out, you’d surely be torn to a thousand pieces!"

Hu Yunyun responded with a bewitching smile, "Ding Yuan, haven’t I remained undiscovered? Please, I’m begging you, keep it a secret for me, I can fulfill all your desires..."

Hu Yunyun’s eyes shimmered like autumn waters, her crescent-like gaze pulling at Ding Yuan’s soul. She shrugged her shoulders, showcasing her perfect figure.

Hu Yunyun bit her lip in a display of feigned aggrievement, each movement seeming capable of turning the world upside down.

"Gulp~~" Ding Yuan began to feel his spirit waver and his mouth go dry as he involuntarily swallowed.

Ding Yuan asked Hu Yunyun, "Hu Yunyun, are you certain you can fulfill all my demands?"

Hu Yunyun nodded, "Of course, as long as you keep this secret, I will certainly satisfy you."

Saying this, Hu Yunyun pulled down the zipper at her chest, revealing her impressive cleavage.

Ding Yuan felt a surge of blood boiling within him, and his breathing became rapid.

Hu Yunyun took light and graceful steps, moving seductively as she slowly approached Ding Yuan.

Standing beside Ding Yuan, Hu Yunyun looked at him before suddenly crying out, "Aiyah~~~"

Hu Yunyun stumbled and fell towards Ding Yuan.

Ding Yuan caught Hu Yunyun and held her in his embrace, looking down at her.

Hu Yunyun, with a blurred gaze, asked Ding Yuan, "Lord Ding Yuan, do you think I’m beautiful?"

Ding Yuan, starry-eyed, nodded, "Beautiful, extremely beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!"

Hu Yunyun smiled slightly, satisfied, and said, "Brother Ding Yuan, kiss me..."

"Uh-huh!" Ding Yuan nodded mechanically and then leaned in to kiss Hu Yunyun’s lips.

However, at that moment, a murderous glint flashed in Hu Yunyun’s eyes and a dagger appeared in her hand. She thrust it towards Ding Yuan, aiming to slash his throat.

But then, Ding Yuan regained his senses swiftly, and he quickly pushed Hu Yunyun away.

As he pushed Hu Yunyun away, Ding Yuan struck her chest with a heavy palm.

"Thump!" A dull sound rang out. Hu Yunyun’s body lifted off the ground, flying seven or eight meters through the void before falling to the ground.

"Ah!" Immediately afterward, Hu Yunyun spat out a mouthful of blood, showing an expression of agony and her face turned pale. She never expected that Ding Yuan would suddenly come to his senses.

You should know that Hu Yunyun was very confident in her bewitching technique. Once ensnared by it, even a Grandmaster at Great Perfection would become her plaything, unable to extricate themselves. But Ding Yuan had actually woken up!

Ding Yuan coldly looked at Hu Yunyun, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, his expression ferociously grim, "Slut! Your bewitching technique is indeed powerful, even I, a man of gay inclination, was attracted to you. I had just barely bent that way, and you actually wanted to straighten me out!"

Hu Yunyun suddenly realized why Ding Yuan could come to his senses – he was gay.

Gay men had a much stronger resistance to women, as naturally, they were only interested in men.

Hu Yunyun, frowning, looked at Ding Yuan, "Ding Yuan, at worst I’ll give you all the remaining Holy Soul in the Holy Grail. Spare me, how about it?"

Ding Yuan laughed heartily, "Too late! The news of you stealing the Holy Soul has already been sent to the Bishop. Now you only have one path left – death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Yuan leapt up and landed in front of Hu Yunyun. He grabbed her clothes, lifted his hand, and fiercely slapped her across the face.

"Slap!" The sound of the slap was sharp and clear...