And on the third night after Ye Hao and his group arrived, Luo Dousha was greeted by two batches of unexpected visitors...

"Ladies, let's go to sleep!" Ye Hao checked the time and realized it was already past midnight. There was no moonlight outside, leaving the entire sea and Luo Dousha shrouded in darkness.

"It's not early anymore, let's sleep!" The women were wearing thin lace nightgowns, translucent in parts, with hints of little peach shapes and shadows adding a mysterious allure to them.

Ye Hao had been aroused countless times, but he held back each time. He restrained himself because he wanted to refine his Inner Breath to be purer. Under the Innate Realm, one must abstain from women. Otherwise, his cultivation of the Shaolin Child Skill would be in vain, and he would not be able to wield the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with strength and vigor, or even worse, he wouldn't be able to unleash them at all without pure Inner Breath.

To speak more severely, his meridians could be completely devastated, as lacking the powerful Inner Breath of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms would allow the Frozen Tens of Thousands of Miles yin-attributed Inner Breath to invade and contaminate his body, upsetting the balance of Yin and Yang...

Fang Ni, intentionally or not, deliberately arched her back when going to bed, and the partly hidden stream and forest appeared in Ye Hao's eyes.

Ye Hao shouted in his heart: Should I? Should I do it? Shouldn't I hold back? Go for it? I really should! I'm a man! I must?

Dozens of voices in Ye Hao's mind were calling out, some commanding restraint, others urging him to man up and go for it!

But ultimately, Ye Hao chickened out. He couldn't spend his life indulging in pleasure; he had his ambitions and dreams to pursue.

Lin Ruyu noticed Ye Hao's complex expression as he stood frozen, and she guessed a bit of his thoughts. Although they wanted to help Ye Hao with that issue, they weren't ready, so they all behaved themselves, waiting for Ye Hao to climb into bed and go straight to sleep.

They didn't want to overly tease Ye Hao and provoke trouble.

"Come, let's sleep!" Lin Ruyu patted the spot in the middle and smiled.

Hearing this, Ye Hao nodded and lay down in the middle. But as soon as he lay down, he began to circulate the Heart-Clearing Technique to resist the temptations.

Seeing Ye Hao settle down and behave, the women nodded silently to themselves.

Of course, they never thought Ye Hao had any issues in that area. They believed Ye Hao was a good man who would remain honorable until he graduated college, not overstepping boundaries.

With Ye Hao's presence, they quickly fell asleep, while Ye Hao continued using the Heart-Clearing Technique until about one o'clock, when the fire within him gradually subsided.

Ye Hao also gradually fell asleep, but he didn't let the eighth-generation system remain constantly alert; he trusted his instincts to sense danger immediately.

In the deep night...

Around three in the morning, Ye Hao and the women were cuddled together in bed.

In the sea, however, several boats were approaching—four from the east and eight from the southwest, all arriving simultaneously, as if arranged.

On one of the eight boats from the southwest, seemingly the main one, inside were several Great Han men, each bare-chested with a gun tucked into their waist, unconcerned about the Mao Zhan navy's presence.

One of them, with thick eyebrows and a fierce visage, and a dragon and two phoenixes tattooed on his shoulders, was Yan Zhong, the third head of the Mao Zhan Black Sect. He had the public title "Dragon With Two Phoenixes," known for his fierceness and strength, always prevailing.

Secretly, he bore a fearsome name—Black Dragon—known for ruthless deeds, having wiped out entire families for angering him, more than once. Due to corruption within the Mao Zhan government, he roamed free.

The deceased were forever forgotten.

"Cui Wen, what do you think of the people wanting to buy weapons from us tonight? Why did our second brother send me?" Yan Zhong's deep voice questioned one of his underlings beside him.

The subordinate called Cui Wen, dressed sharply in a suit with slicked-back hair, had shrewd eyes that never ceased to gleam sinisterly, revealing him as no kind soul. Indeed, he was not, but rather an infamous strategist under Yan Zhong, specializing in sinister plots and traps that tormented others.

"Third Master, who cares who they are? If they aren't as strong as us, we'll just double-cross them..." Cui Wen's eyes sparkled mischievously, like a thief eyeing treasure, as he grinned.

After Cui Wen spoke, another subordinate, Gong Qi, said in a deep voice, "Third Master, if they're weak, I'll rally people outside and eliminate them, feed them to the sharks."

This Gong Qi was Yan Zhong's number two, essentially his top enforcer, as the only one among his ranks reaching the fifth National Martial Arts stage, poised to break through to the sixth.

Yan Zhong frowned, pondering how to deal with the opposition without considering what might happen if they were outmatched.

His confidence stemmed from long dominating two cities in Mao Zhan, never believing anyone would dare double-cross them in nearby waters.

"Double-cross... haha! We'll see when the time comes!" Yan Zhong also hoped to snatch money from them; among criminals, double-crossing was routine, so long as they didn't kick an iron plate.

With that, their eight ships gradually closed in on Luo Dousha.

Meanwhile, aboard the four ships from the east, tension gripped three of the ships' occupants. Smuggling weapons from another far-off Jiangsu and Zhejiang territory posed serious risks they anxiously contemplated.

Although the South Sea Navy pressure wasn't immense, it wasn't negligible either. More stress came from the people they were selling weapons to.

They knew those in the black market wouldn't care about morality, with profit as the sole priority, akin to a promiscuous man tossing away principles when inconvenient.

In the main ship's interior, a table set with plates of peanuts and bottles of beer stood.

Four men were seated, led by a man bearing a fresh red scar. It was clear the scar had only recently healed. Taking a sip of beer, his scar wriggled, resembling a moving centipede—fierce and intimidating...

Among them, one had a cultured demeanor, while the remaining two exuded an aura of strength, resembling enforcers.

The refined middle-aged man looked at the young man with a scar and asked, "Mr. Lei, do you really plan to expand into Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

The scarred man's glance flitted to the speaker and snorted, "What Lei Bao does, I won't rest until I end him." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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