The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

That’s right, the newcomers were exactly the five core disciples of the Ling Family!

The number-one core disciple—Ling Yao!

The number-two core disciple—Ling Meijiao!

The number-three core disciple—Ling Yunzong!

The number-four core disciple—Ling Jiujiao!

The number-seven core disciple—Ling Tianfang!

"That’s weird! Cousin Ling Yao and the others are supposed to be in seclusion in the back-mountain cave-dwellings, cultivating higher levels of Ancient Martial Arts and not taking part in this family test. How come they broke seclusion early and came to the preparation area?!"

"No idea. Maybe they heard that the leader of the Hundred Clans has appeared and came here just to take a look?"

"Could be! But I feel like their goal isn’t just to meet Ye Huan. They probably want to gain enlightenment by watching the complete Cyan Lotus Sword Technique!"

The Ling Family disciples chatted among themselves, then their gazes all, without prior agreement, converged on the second core disciple, Ling Meijiao. Quite a few people’s eyes went straight, their throats bobbing nonstop.

Ye Huan’s ears twitched slightly as he caught their discussion. He frowned a little and likewise shifted his gaze to the five core disciples of the Ling Family.

And just like everyone else, his eyes were also drawn straight to Ling Meijiao!

Inwardly, Brother Huan couldn’t help吐槽: under broad daylight, wearing this kind of getup, is that really okay?

The woman called Ling Meijiao was currently wearing nothing but a flimsy, deep-V, semi-transparent, off-shoulder purple gauze dress. Huge swathes of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, and the deep V of the neckline left more than half of a certain blazing part on display, making more than a few Ling Family disciples dry-mouthed and wide-eyed!

Not only that, her gauzy dress was also very short, leaving two snow-white, extremely luscious jade legs bare in the air. The black, semi-transparent crystal stockings were basically the same as wearing nothing, even more soul-snatching and eye-catching.

The whole outfit was downright revealing. Her hot figure under this sexy styling was shown off to the fullest. Anyone who didn’t know better would think she worked in some red-light venue...

No, Ye Huan thought it over and realized that even the streetwalkers outside, and those Western women in "special services," didn’t dress as revealingly as the woman in front of him!

"Oh my, oh my, this handsome little guy must be the son of Huaxia, the leader of the Hundred Clans who has awakened the Yanhuang bloodline again after Ancestor Ling Tianming, and a most pure Yanhuang bloodline at that, right?"

Ling Meijiao sashayed over to Ye Huan with sexy catwalk steps. Her voice was downright sultry, making people’s skin crawl with goosebumps.

As she walked, the pale flesh on her black-stockinged legs quivered slightly with every step, constantly delivering an intense visual impact to the male compatriots, bombarding their fragile hearts.

When Ling Meijiao came to a stop in front of Ye Huan, she locked eyes with him with an utterly bewitching gaze, then licked her lips with a tongue as sinuous as a long snake. "Not only is your bloodline strong, you’re also this handsome. You’re totally your big sister’s type."

As she spoke, she actually pulled out a slip of paper exuding a seductive fragrance from the "grand canyon" of her upper body, shoved it into Ye Huan’s hand, then threw him a flirty wink. "Genius little brother, here, add your sis on WeChat."

"Ling Meijiao, that’s enough!" At the side, Ling Fufu snapped. She strode over and directly snatched the slip of paper Ling Meijiao had handed Ye Huan, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it dozens of meters away.

Ling Fufu’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot as she said coldly, "Ye Huan, don’t pay attention to this big slut, and definitely don’t get too involved with her. Let me tell you, this woman’s nothing but a whore—if she’s not in bed with Ling Yao, she’s climbing into other core disciples’ beds, and when the mood strikes, she’ll even sneak off to screw around with some shameless elders! To put it bluntly, she’s a slut of the highest order with an absolutely filthy private life!"

"Hey now, Fufu, that’s not quite right of you to say." Ling Meijiao showed a trace of "anger," yet she smiled as she said, "’Slutty’ sounds bad, sure, but it has its perks. For example, I’ve got lots of ’experience,’ and my skills are absolutely beyond what some maiden who’s never done it like you can compare to. Not a single man who’s been in bed with me has said anything bad. Compared to you, I’m sure a sexy woman like me is way more lethal to men. Don’t you guys agree?"

As she said this, Ling Meijiao fluttered her seductive gaze at Ling Yao and the other core disciples.

Ling Yao and the others immediately flushed. They didn’t dare answer the question, but a woman as sexy and promiscuous as Ling Meijiao was indeed exactly their type.

The key thing was that Ling Meijiao never asked them to take responsibility. It was like being with them was purely to satisfy her physical needs.

That was the main reason they were willing to be with Ling Meijiao long-term, and even though they knew her character was rotten, they still wouldn’t break up with her. After all, who on this earth can say no to a free lunch?

"You guys..."

Their reactions made Ling Fufu explode with anger. She had clearly seen it before: the several male core disciples led by the number-one core disciple Ling Yao used to be brimming with righteous energy, calm in temperament, completely uninterested in women.

But after being tricked into bed by Ling Meijiao, they got more and more sleazy one after another, and their bodies deteriorated day by day.

Take Ling Yao as an example—once the strongest core disciple of the Ling Family, he now had sunken eye sockets, bloodshot whites of his eyes, and a thin body. He looked exactly like a man who’d overindulged in sex, his vitality completely gone.

So Ling Fufu was kindly warning Ye Huan, not wanting him to end up like them. No matter what, Ye Huan was her lifesaver.

What she didn’t expect was that Ye Huan would actually take out his phone and proactively scan Ling Meijiao’s code to add her on WeChat!

"Sister Meijiao, let’s keep in touch from now on." After adding her as a friend, Ye Huan said with a big grin.

"Uh... uh, sure, sure, sure, we’ll keep in touch, we’ll keep in touch!"

Ling Meijiao was stunned for a second, then for some reason, ecstatic joy flashed through her beautiful eyes.

She quickly finished adding Ye Huan on WeChat and even blew him a flying kiss.

In the end, she shot Ling Fufu a smug look before twisting her water-snake-like sexy waist and heading back into the group of core disciples.

"Ye Huan, I really misjudged you. I didn’t expect you to be a man with such rotten character too!" Ling Fufu was so furious her lungs were about to explode. She furiously lashed out with a kick right at Ye Huan’s crotch!

If Ye Huan hadn’t dodged in time, his line would’ve ended right then and there!

"I’m cutting ties with you!" Ling Fufu flung this line out in a blaze of anger and left the preparation area. She no longer had the mood to participate in the test.

In the eyes of the onlookers, she was clearly acting jealous, but only she herself knew that she wasn’t jealous—she was genuinely angry!

She had kindly reminded Ye Huan, said it so many times, and in the end he still wouldn’t listen!

This left Ling Fufu feeling utterly speechless, but what really ignited her fury was her exploding possessiveness.

In truth, she knew perfectly well that she had been born as the fiancée of the leader of the Hundred Clans, yet now someone was seducing her fated fiancé—the leader of the Hundred Clans, Ye Huan—right in front of her.

Even if she didn’t actually want to marry the leader of the Hundred Clans, the young lady’s possessiveness in her heart still couldn’t help but erupt. She felt that something important of hers had been snatched away by a slutty woman, and her pampered missy temper flared up in an instant.

Ling Fufu was seething, and she felt that all men were pig-headed jerks, one after another bewitched by sluts until they were utterly lost. She decided she would never speak to Ye Huan again!

Little did she know, this was one hell of a ridiculous misunderstanding.

Ye Huan felt more wronged than Dou E. If it were June right now, goose-feather snow would be falling from the sky!

Ling Fufu had completely misunderstood him. He wasn’t some man controlled by his lower body. How could he be bewitched by a woman like Ling Meijiao, whose private life was as filthy as it got and who’d been toyed with by countless men?

The reason he proactively added Ling Meijiao was because he sensed a trace of evil aura on her—a vile aura belonging to an Evil Martial Artist!

Ye Huan’s Perception was exceptionally keen. The extreme yang aura in his bone marrow had, in Old Yu Town, the mountains around Old Yu Town, Wuya Town, and other places, devoured a massive amount of Evil Martial Arts aura during battles with Evil Martial Artists.

That made him more than familiar with Evil Martial Arts aura.

The moment he laid eyes on Ling Meijiao, the extreme yang aura in his body raised an alarm and grew restless several times. Through this anomaly, he keenly sensed that this woman, who looked slutty on the surface, was absolutely not as simple as she appeared!

Besides that, Ye Huan also saw that this woman had a definite agenda in approaching him.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have shown that 0.1-second flash of ecstasy when he offered to add her on WeChat.

Ye Huan added this woman on WeChat because he intended to see just what kind of game she was playing!

"Ling Meijiao, you’d better not be harboring any nasty schemes. If you are, I, Ye Huan, won’t mind destroying the flower with ruthless hands and sending you down to Hell to report in!"