Chapter 126 – Competing with a Woman Is Just a Joke

No one could have anticipated that a single remark from Ye Kuang would instantly plunge the atmosphere into a delicate state.

This allowed everyone to witness his way of handling matters—utterly domineering and forceful.

As for whether the matter was right or wrong, it no longer mattered to him.

Ye Kuang could endure a bit of grievance, but he absolutely could not tolerate threats.

Originally, everyone could have parted on good terms, and that would have been fine. But who would have thought He Luan would act without distinguishing right from wrong first and even publicly utter threatening words?

This became the reason Ye Kuang found intolerable.

“What a joke!” Seeing this, He Luan shook off Chi Yunzhong’s arm and confronted the increasingly icy-faced Ye Kuang.

Ye Kuang gazed at the delicate face so close to his. Despite her furrowed brows and angry glare, her breath carried a faint orchid-like fragrance, causing his cheeks to flush slightly.

He took a step back, stiffened his neck, and declared, “If you want to fight, I’m ready anytime.”

Hearing this, He Luan’s brows inexplicably furrowed tightly. But then, recalling his earlier subtle actions, the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.

She pressed forward step by step, her breath still carrying that orchid-like scent, and said, “Then go ahead and make a move.”

“You…” The orchid fragrance lingering around Ye Kuang’s nose and the warmth on his face made his expression shift repeatedly.

Anyone with a bit of life experience could sense something unusual in this scene.

The earlier tension of mutual hostility was gone, replaced by what could only be described as teasing.

And the one being teased was none other than Ye Kuang.

Seeing this, Ling Piaoyun couldn’t help but curse inwardly: She-devil, how shameless.

In contrast, He Luan paid no attention to the strange looks around her. She continued to lift her head high and puff out her chest, like a victorious peacock, radiating an air of triumph and arrogance.

“Come on then, why hesitate? I’ll have you know, I am threatening you. What are you going to do about it?” He Luan said boldly.

Ye Kuang: “…”

Chi Yunzhong: “Big sister, you…”

He Luan turned her head and blinked with a smile. When she looked back, her expression was full of provocation.

Ye Kuang: “I’m warning you, if you dare take another step forward, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

As he spoke, he took another step back, clearly having lost the sharp edge he had initially against this woman.

At this moment, if he were to strike out with a palm, the outcome might be decided in an instant. But could he actually bring himself to deliver that blow?

The thought made Ye Kuang feel like crying but having no tears.

It had to be said, if it were a real fight with blades and spears, he wouldn’t even blink. He’d charge through fire and water without hesitation. But who could have expected this woman to be so brazen, flaunting such a coquettish, girlish demeanor?

As a man of stature, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Usually, he was the one teasing others. Who would have thought he’d one day be on the receiving end?

He couldn’t bring himself to fight, nor could he simply do nothing…

For a moment, he seemed utterly at a loss.

Ye Kuang’s face grew increasingly flushed, while inwardly, ten thousand galloping horses trampled through his mind. He was gradually losing his nerve.

He was deeply afraid this woman might do something even more outrageous. If that happened, wouldn’t everyone lose face even more?

He Luan: “Come on… come on… I dare you to come…”Witnessing this scene, Ling Piaoyun finally reached her limit and erupted on the spot: “You damned fox, didn’t you want a fight? This lady will keep you company!”

Seeing this, Ling Yun couldn’t help but feel a profound headache.

As the saying goes: When women spark conflict, regardless of who’s involved, never get caught in the crossfire—or the consequences will be severe.

Even as Ling Piaoyun’s Senior Brother, at this moment he dared not easily involve himself.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang’s impression of Ling Piaoyun greatly improved upon seeing this.

He actually felt a secret sense of relief, as if liberated.

Suddenly, He Luan noticed someone intervening and couldn’t resist teasing: “Who do we have here? So it’s a little yellow-haired girl who can’t bear to see her sweetheart acting so cowardly, stepping up to save face.”

Ling Piaoyun already had pent-up anger with nowhere to vent, and hearing this only fueled her fury further. She couldn’t help but snap sharply: “Who are you calling a yellow-haired girl? Watch out or I’ll tear your mouth shut!”

In truth, she didn’t understand why she was so angry—she just couldn’t stand the sight of He Luan flaunting herself in front of Ye Kuang.

Unbeknownst to her, Ye Kuang slowly shifted his steps, calmly positioning himself as a mere spectator.

To be honest, his behavior was truly despicable.

Seeing trouble brewing, he simply made his escape.

And here, regardless of how fiery Ling Piaoyun’s temper was, in his eyes now she seemed utterly adorable.

Not only had she redirected the conflict elsewhere, but she had also completely extricated him from this predicament.

It could be said that anyone would feel grateful, let alone Ye Kuang himself.

His inner world at this moment bloomed with countless vibrant colors, all blossoming exclusively for Ling Piaoyun.

He thanked her for diverting the artillery fire, for rescuing him from dire straits, for being a good comrade and sharing some pressure—he was immensely grateful…

Of course, these thoughts were something Ye Kuang naturally couldn’t voice aloud.

If Ling Piaoyun discovered his petty calculations, she might join forces with these tigresses to do something unspeakable to him. By then, no matter how formidable he was, he’d likely end up with a nosebleed.

Moreover, if one woman was already this troublesome, facing dozens more would be akin to having a death wish.

Unbeknownst to him, Ling Piaoyun was also blinded by rage—she had actually confronted the Leader of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends head-on for a man she despised.

When she glanced back at the figure hiding far away, she felt regret for the first time in her life.

But now the arrow was already nocked and had to be released.

If she could curse, she’d undoubtedly abandon all ladylike demeanor and unleash a torrent: “You damn dog of a man! I actually took the fall for you? Damn it… you wretched man…”

And that glance from Ling Piaoyun did not escape Ye Kuang’s notice.

However, having just escaped this boiling cauldron, how could he dare plunge back into the muddy waters and drown again?

So, as if suddenly remembering something, he simply lowered his head and started counting the ants on the ground.

Hmm… one… two…

Ye Kuang’s affected posture only made him appear more detestable in Ling Piaoyun’s eyes.

And our grand protagonist, while seemingly engrossed in counting, deeply understood one truth: Clashing with women is hard to withstand, and quarreling with them is a joke.