Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Huo Yingdong looked at the busy construction site, where machines roared, people came and went, and dust flew in the sunlight. Everyone was busy making a living.

A hint of envy flickered in his eyes.

He was especially moved when he saw He Yuzhu.

He knew that He Yuzhu possessed extremely high martial arts talent, having reached the pinnacle of skill at a young age. This talent and achievement were truly admirable.

He Yuzhu's martial arts skills have long been legendary in the martial arts world, and his feats of fighting against many opponents have earned him the admiration of countless martial arts practitioners.

However, Huo Yingdong was unaware at this moment that He Yuzhu was actually a much stronger Core Formation expert.

In his view, He Yuzhu was already the best among those who had reached the Transcendent Realm.

Watching Du Guanghe's calm and capable figure on the field, Huo Yingdong couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart:

"How wonderful it would be if I could have such an outstanding subordinate as Mr. Du!"

These words were full of envy and admiration.

Faced with Huo Yingdong's envious words, He Yuzhu simply laughed it off with a faint smile on his face and did not respond much.

After all, he knew in his heart that he possessed far more than just Du Guang and this capable assistant.

The three women in their own residence appear gentle and refined on ordinary days, but in reality, they are exceptionally talented in martial arts and have all successfully broken through to the Transcendent Realm.

In addition, the Du Weixiang and Du Weifang sisters, along with four other beauties—Elena, Lou Xiao'e, Huang Zhirou, and Liao Lieying—have also reached the level of Transformation Realm.

Although they lacked experience in actual combat, their cultivation level was undoubtedly at the Transcendent Realm.

If all these women were brought out for display, their current skills would surely leave everyone present speechless with astonishment.

Not to mention, with Du Guanghe, a seasoned fighter who has been through countless battles and storms in the underworld, as his backer, He Yuzhu is undoubtedly given wings.

Just as He Yuzhu and Huo Yingdong were chatting, the situation on the field not far away changed rapidly, and the winds of change suddenly shifted.

The flashing blades, their sharp edges reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight, sent shivers down one's spine.

Shouts of battle rose and fell, weaving together a cacophony of noise.

The contestants all used their best skills, some dodging and weaving, others brandishing their knives at each other.

In the blink of an eye, the balance of power was clear, and the outcome was immediately apparent.

Du Guanghe was a seasoned veteran who had spent many years navigating the world of martial arts; his experience was undeniably profound.

At this moment, he was firmly in control of the crucial ritual, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding chaos. He felt no worry, his expression calm and composed, his every move exuding ease, as if everything was under his control.

On the other hand, Liang Feixing looked rather disheveled in the crowd, like a lamb that had fallen into a tiger's mouth. Although he was still struggling and had the strength to move, he knew in his heart that he was no match for the powerful and composed Du Guanghe in this contest, and that defeat seemed to be predetermined.

To make matters worse, he was surrounded by numerous enemies eyeing him covetously. Their fierce gazes were like those of wolves staring at a lone lamb, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

That gaze felt like a thorn in his back, making Liang Feixing's heart pound with fear and unease, and his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

After a fierce battle with Du Guanghe, Liang Feixing had exhausted all his strength, unleashing all the martial arts techniques he had learned over the years, from basic fist and foot routines to complex weapon techniques, and even his most secret and powerful skills.

His movements were agile, sometimes like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, sometimes like a serpent emerging from its hole, his blade flashing with an indomitable spirit.

However, these tactics were like ants trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the battle-hardened Du Guanghe; they could not budge his opponent in the slightest.

Du Guanghe has gone through countless real combat drills and struggled in life-and-death battles, accumulating extremely rich combat experience.

At this moment, in this fierce battle, he seemed to be breaking through his previous bottlenecks. The true energy in his body was becoming more and more powerful and surging, like a flood about to burst its banks, ready to be unleashed.

Suddenly, Du Guanghe let out a long roar that shook the surrounding area, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing everyone around to tremble.

At the same time, his moves changed instantly, unleashing a fierce and relentless attack like a whirlwind.

His figure moved like a ghost, his fists and legs whistling through the air, causing the air to vibrate and make a whooshing sound wherever he went.

Liang Feixing struggled with all his might, gritting his teeth. Every block and counterattack required all his strength, and sweat streamed down his face and neck, soaking his clothes.

But Du Guanghe's offensive was overwhelming, wave after wave, gradually leaving him powerless.

Before long, Liang Feixing finally revealed an opening under the onslaught of attacks, and his figure swayed slightly.

Du Guanghe reacted swiftly, seizing the opportunity in an instant and unleashing a powerful strike, like a black lightning bolt carrying immense force.

The long sword that Liang Feixing was holding tightly flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air, and with a "clang" it landed far away on the ground.

Having lost his weapon, Liang Feixing looked at his empty hands and knew that the situation was hopeless and he had no power to resist. Filled with despair, he could only sigh helplessly and shout loudly, "I surrender and admit defeat, and I am willing to pay the ransom!"

Upon hearing this, Du Guanghe did not show much expression on his face, but simply nodded slightly, his expression cold and stern, like an iceberg that had never melted for a thousand years.

He then waved to the people beside him, signaling them to come forward and tie Liang Feixing up tightly.

Just then, a steady, powerful footstep sound came from afar, and a person walked steadily towards them.

This person was Du Guanghe. He walked straight up to He Yuzhu, his face solemn, and said in a booming voice, "I am preparing to go into seclusion for several hours. At this moment, I feel that I have entered a state of perfection."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He thought to himself: Could it be that Du Guanghe has broken through?

He immediately beamed with joy and nodded hastily, replying, "Alright, alright! Then you can go into seclusion with peace of mind."

As he spoke, Du Guanghe added, "Don't worry, I have already dispatched two people with unparalleled strength to rescue them. Now all the invading enemies have been captured. I think no one else will dare to cause trouble for a while."

Speaking of this, we must mention a man named Du Guanghe.

Before this, although he possessed the cultivation level of the Transcendent Realm, he was always a little short of the Perfect Realm, as if separated by a thin layer of paper, which he could never break through.

However, during this thrilling and intense battle, on the verge of life and death, Du Guanghe suddenly had a profound realization, breaking through his bottleneck and successfully entering the realm of perfection.

This is undoubtedly a great joy, and it has a significant impact on enhancing their strength.

After saying this, Du Guanghe dared not delay for a moment, knowing that this crucial period after the breakthrough could not be missed. He hurriedly led his two favorite disciples toward the basement.

The two disciples also looked solemn, following closely behind Du Guanghe with hurried steps.

Meanwhile, the remaining matters were handled by several of Huo Yingdong's capable subordinates.

They quickly tidied up the scene, cleaning up the scattered weapons and debris, and wiping away the bloodstains.

The bloodstains on the ground had already dried, and they used a coarse cloth dipped in water to vigorously wipe them away, leaving no trace untouched.

Then, Liang Feixing and Wei Wuji were imprisoned together with Xu Changfeng, whom they had captured earlier. The prison was sturdy, and extra guards were specially assigned to strengthen the security in case of any unexpected situation. Every detail was arranged properly.

After everything was arranged, He Yuzhu gave Huo Yingdong a quiet greeting and then turned and returned to his bedroom.

After entering the room and closing the door, he slowly walked to the bedside and gently reached out to untie the acupoints on Lin Wanting's body that had been sealed and the small bra stuffed in her mouth.

"Ugh, ptooey, ptooey!" Lin Wanting stomped her feet angrily, her pretty face turning bright red like a ripe apple, spitting out saliva as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had just suffered.

Her eyes were wide open in anger, her eyebrows were raised, and she looked both cute and funny, her eyes filled with anger and resentment.

After venting her frustrations, Lin Wanting rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind, turned on the tap, and began to wash up.

Water splashed everywhere as she vigorously scrubbed her face, as if she wanted to rub off a layer of skin and wash away all her unhappiness.

As she washed, she muttered and cursed under her breath; the sound could be faintly heard even through the door.

A moment later, the tightly closed bathroom door slowly swayed and was then pushed open, and Lin Wanting stepped out gracefully.

The flush of anger had not yet faded from her cheeks, like the sunset painted by fiery clouds on the horizon. Her chest heaved violently with rage, and every breath she took was filled with uncontrollable emotion.

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Lin Wanting, with her graceful figure, had just reached the bedside when a resolute glint flashed in her eyes. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she pounced straight on He Yuzhu, her lips slightly parted, clearly preparing to kiss him.

However, He Yuzhu reacted extremely quickly, as if he had expected it, and swiftly reached out his arm to stop her with perfect accuracy.

Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu gently but irresistibly pressed her onto the bed.

Seeing this, Lin Wanting's anger flared up even more fiercely.

She pouted her little mouth high, muttering incessantly, her words like those of a bird with its feathers standing on end, chirping angrily.

Her hands were flailing wildly in the air, as if she were trying to grab something to vent her frustration; the sound of the wind whipped up by her arms was clearly audible.

Looking at her like this, He Yuzhu sighed helplessly and turned to get a carton of milk from the table next to him.

He bent down and firmly stuffed the milk tube into Lin Wanting's mouth with both hands.

With a few swallowing sounds, Lin Wanting drank most of the tube of milk, driven by both resistance and instinct.

Finally, the intense emotions subsided, and she calmed down.

However, the taste of the milk made her mouth feel a little uncomfortable, so she got up angrily and quickly went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the toothbrush was vigorously brushing back and forth in her mouth, making a "squeaking" sound, which seemed to be an expression of her dissatisfaction.

When she returned to her room, she was no longer angry and had become well-behaved.

She tiptoed to the bedside, lay down obediently on one side of the bed, and stopped struggling.

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her gaze revealing a complex mix of emotions: grievance, resentment, and other unspoken feelings.

At this moment, He Yuzhu finally had some free time to carefully examine the two people's appearances.

Lin Wanting has a classic oval face, and her fair skin is like a piece of mutton fat jade, warm and delicate. Under the dim yellow light of the room, it gleams with a soft luster and feels warm to the touch.

Her large, watery eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, are bright and captivating. With each glance, they seem to hold endless stories, drawing you in completely.

Beneath her high, straight nose, her cherry-like lips were slightly upturned. Even though she was full of grievances at the moment, she could not hide her stubbornness and playfulness. Every move she made exuded a captivating charm.

Looking at He Yuzhu himself, he is tall and upright, like a pine tree rooted in the earth, standing firm and unyielding.

He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, thick and heroic-looking eyebrows, deep and piercing eyes, and distinct facial features, as if carved by a knife and axe, with hard lines, giving people a sense of fortitude and decisiveness.