The Predecessor Is All Over The Martial Arts World Chapter 8

Chapter 8 But Why Couldn’t She Stop Herself?

Wuming was utterly distraught, yet she was powerless to speak. She could only look at Hou Danxue with suppressed agony, hoping she would realize that Wuming’s state was wrong.

Hou Danxue was an incredibly perceptive person; naturally, she saw Wuming’s distress immediately. However… the sight before her was too captivating.

As the medicinal power surged violently through her body, all of Wuming’s muscles were tightly coiled, and the sense of raw power she exuded reached its peak.

She looked terrifying, yet her eyes held such a pitiful vulnerability, which only made Hou Danxue want to torment her more.

The slight bit of pity she possessed was nothing compared to the desire that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

So, following her impulse, she cupped that face and kissed her. Through the touch of her tongue, she could feel Wuming’s condition.

Wuming seemed close to exploding.

This was dangerous. Hou Danxue should immediately stop all actions and distance herself while Wuming could still maintain her sanity.

But danger often came with a rush of blood-pumping excitement.

She loved the feeling that doom was just a second away.

Wuming was already exhausted from the prolonged torment, but Hou Danxue’s presence made her strength surge anew. Her fists were tightly clenched, resting on the edge of the tub.

Hou Danxue noticed her hands. The next second, Hou Danxue’s soft hand touched Wuming’s taut one.

She was trying to pry open the tightly clenched fist.

At a time like this, she was restraining herself, yet constantly provoking her!

Wuming grew furious, relaxed her palm, and gripped Hou Danxue’s wrist, attempting to warn her off.

But Wuming regretted it almost instantly.

The other woman gently stroked the back of Wuming’s hand with her free hand, seemingly pleading for mercy.

But for Wuming, this subtle, fragmented tickle was pure torture right now.

She released Hou Danxue’s wrist, retreating again and again, but the other woman pressed closer, lifting her leg, intending to step directly into the bath.

Absolutely not! The medicinal power Wuming hadn’t fully absorbed was still in the water! Hou Danxue would be injured!

Ignoring her own pain, Wuming used both hands to lift Hou Danxue, preventing her from touching the water below.

Her lower body was supported, but her upper body tilted straight toward Wuming.

Wuming’s hands were occupied, leaving her powerless to stop her.

Hou Danxue braced her hands on Wuming’s shoulders and continued to kiss her as if nothing was wrong.

Wuming’s internal torment was now no less than her physical agony.

Her hands touched the familiar, warm, and sticky water.

The water flowed down her arms, dripping into her tub, merging with the power she needed to absorb.

The thought that a part of Hou Danxue would also be surging through her body was a massive shock to Wuming, and her vision blurred further.

The strength she had painstakingly gathered was receding. She was going to fail!

Wuming struggled to focus her gaze on Hou Danxue, only to find the other woman obsessively biting and gnawing at her.

By concentrating on her senses, she finally felt the tiny, fragmented pain that had been masked by the agony of the medicinal surge.

Oh, she was biting the bulging blue veins on her body.

Didn’t she find her current appearance ugly?

Wuming didn’t know what Hou Danxue was thinking, but she hated this version of herself.

Wuming didn’t want this ugly self to exist in Hou Danxue’s memory.

They had known each other for a short time, yet their relationship had grown quickly. Wuming… vaguely liked the person before her.

She knew Hou Danxue was not the helpless, innocent girl she first presented herself as. She wasn’t innocent at all; she was dark, a wicked woman.

She often suppressed and disguised herself, yet in front of Wuming, she made no effort to hide her ambition and desire, venting those long-accumulated emotions that were about to burst her open onto Wuming.

Yet, Wuming was hopelessly attracted to her.

Why? Was it because of their alliance? Or was it because of their physical possession of each other?

Wuming felt her consciousness fading. She discarded those trivial thoughts, forcefully raised her hand, and brought her target toward her mouth.

Hou Danxue’s upper body suddenly lost its support, and her hands could only tightly clutch Wuming’s hair.

Wuming’s lips, pale from excessive dehydration, finally touched the nectar.

She licked the external moisture clean, then delved deeper to seek more.

Hou Danxue suddenly felt that this game was no longer fun.

They had been intimate all last night, and she had clearly reached her limit. The discomfort in her body today told her she had to restrain herself.

But why, upon seeing Wuming undergoing body tempering, couldn’t she stop herself?

Damn it! She thought Wuming was so miserable that she was the only one doing the playing, but who would have thought that even in this situation, Wuming could easily seize the initiative!

“Ugh… I was wrong…”

Wuming’s dehydration eased, and the power within her body began to recover, suppressing the wildly surging medicine. She could finally speak.

“Young Miss, you started all of this. It’s too late to regret it now!”

The instant Wuming spoke, Hou Danxue was released. She quickly played the pitiful card: “Just give me a few more days, let me rest, alright…”

“Young Miss, what were you doing when I was in distress? Taking advantage of my helplessness to do whatever you wanted! You clearly knew how dangerous this was!”

“I’ve been busy lately, I—”

Wuming, however, no longer wanted to argue with her, instead taking the water she needed to nourish her body.

Only when the water temperature cooled down, and she confirmed that all the medicinal power in the water had been absorbed, did she release Hou Danxue.

Hou Danxue lay in her arms, utterly drained of strength, yet weakly biting her in resentment.

Her pitifully small bite force landed on Wuming, who felt no pain, only a slight tickle.

Wuming returned these sensations in full. Wherever Hou Danxue bit her, Wuming’s hand would stroke and rub that spot on Hou Danxue.

Hou Danxue conceded defeat, weakly gritting her teeth and saying angrily, “I will be the Family Head, and you will be the Family Head’s wife. How can you disobey me!”

“Heh, is Wuming not serving you enough? Is the Family Head hinting that Wuming should start again?”

“Don’t call me Young Miss! Call me Family Head!”

When it came to serious matters, Wuming’s attitude became serious: “Have you secured the position of Family Head?”

“Currently, I have more support, but—”

“Then, Family Head, do you need me to kill all the troublemakers?”

“Ah? This…”

Hou Danxue hadn’t expected Wuming to immediately suggest murder. What kind of solution was that!

If she could have killed Hou Chenghong, she would have done so early on when her father was still lucid and she still held some power, killing the man who exposed his ambition.

But she couldn’t kill Hou Chenghong.

He was a coward who valued his life greatly.

“Before, didn’t you have to sneak around even to steal something?”

“Young Miss, I am not the same person I was before. Killing someone who troubles you is easy.”

Being able to kill whoever she wanted—so this was the benefit of high martial power…

Hou Danxue’s eyes lit up again. She finally understood why some clan members had a pathological pursuit of martial strength!

The person before her was truly the most useful weapon imaginable!

“The Hou Family is a large clan. Most members are useful. If we lose too many members at once, the clan will collapse.”

“Then, Wuming… can do nothing for the Family Head?”

“You can’t kill many people, so kill the few who are causing the most trouble! And, call me Family Head!”

“Understood, Family Head. Please give me a list.”

Hou Danxue placed her hand on the edge of the wooden tub, attempting to stand up, but she was completely weak.

It was all Wuming’s fault! Did she think her body was as robust as her own!

Wuming considerately helped Hou Danxue up and carried her to the writing desk.

Hou Danxue picked up a brush, and Wuming picked up a brush as well.

Hou Danxue wrote on the paper, and Wuming wrote on Hou Danxue’s body.

“You! Don’t go too far!”

“Family Head, I am working for you. You must give me some benefits.”

“In the future, you can choose any treasure from the vault. Tell me whatever you want, and if it’s not in the vault, I will procure it for you!”

“But that is for the future, Family Head. I prefer things that are more immediate.”

She really was… utterly wicked!

Hou Danxue angrily tried to ignore the distraction Wuming was causing, struggling to steady the hand holding the brush.

The feeling of being unable to move infuriated her. The first thing she would do after gaining power was to find the strongest metal to forge chains, bind the disobedient Wuming, and do whatever she pleased with her.

With this fantasy, Hou Danxue found Wuming’s little actions less annoying.

“Alright, go and kill the people on this list!”

“Are there any women on it? Family Head, I do not kill women.”

Hou Danxue crossed off a few names. When Wuming said she didn’t kill women, the first thought that popped into Hou Danxue’s mind was: That’s wonderful. Then no matter how outrageous she was to Wuming in the future, there would be no risk to her life.

Her father locked up her mother, and her mother took her father to their deaths. She and Wuming would be different from her parents.

Even if this love was twisted, they would be eternally intertwined.

Wuming took the slip of paper. “Delay breeds trouble. I will go now.”

Wuming, dressed in black, vanished. Hou Danxue staggered to the bed and lay down.

Her wife had gone to kill for her. She could finally get some proper rest.

All her troubles would be solved by her omnipotent wife, and she only needed to accept the fruits of victory, watered by blood, that her wife presented to her.

“Haha… you are so useful. I will cling to you forever…”

Wuming followed the list, killing the names one by one. She was extremely efficient, snapping their necks the moment she met them.

Aside from the rather gruesome appearance of the corpses, there were no complications.

Hou Danxue had written Hou Chenghong’s name with the most seriousness, and her hatred for this person was the most intense; Wuming could tell.

Hou Danxue’s ambition was so great, yet Hou Chenghong wanted to clip her wings and turn her into an ornamental piece confined to the inner chambers. Of course, she hated him.

Therefore, his disposal needed to be more troublesome than the others.

When it came to revenge, doing it personally was always the most satisfying.

Wuming gagged Hou Chenghong and carried him back to Hou Danxue’s room.