Chapter 2: The Delicate Wife Cannot Be Touched

At that moment, the voice of the Dragon King echoed in Chen Yuyi’s mind.

"Chen Yuyi, a martial arts expert is approaching. You may be more than a match for a few street thugs now, but since you haven’t truly begun to cultivate, you must be cautious when facing a true martial artist. I will now transmit the Seven Star Fist technique into your mind. This encounter will serve as an opportunity for you to digest its mysteries!"

As soon as the Dragon King finished speaking, Chen Yuyi clearly sensed a set of fist techniques forming in his consciousness; each movement was as familiar to him as if he had practiced them a thousand times.

All of this happened within the span of a few breaths.

A wild gust of wind suddenly surged toward him.

A man with a bald head and an eagle tattoo on the back of his skull leapt in front of Chen Yuyi. His hands shaped into claws, sharp as talons, slicing the air with a piercing whistle as he launched a thunderous assault.

The Seven Star Fist in Chen Yuyi’s mind began to flow. With steps as light as stars, he evaded every attack with ease.

The bald man paused, visibly stunned—surely he hadn't expected Chen Yuyi to dodge so effortlessly.

He let out a cold snort.

His claws became even fiercer, targeting Chen Yuyi’s vital points.

Chen Yuyi’s patience wore thin. This man had attacked without a word—could he be in league with the pickpockets from earlier?

Without hesitation, Chen Yuyi’s mind spun with the Seven Star Fist. After a few deft sidesteps, he lashed out with a kick—a Fierce Star Kicks the Dipper—striking the man square in the chest with a sharp gust of wind.

A dull thud.

Though the bald man managed to block with both arms in time, he still grunted in pain, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He staggered back several steps before regaining his footing, staring at Chen Yuyi in disbelief.

"Uncle Kun, stop! He just saved me!" the beautiful girl cried out.

When the bald man attacked, the flurry of blows left her unable to see clearly; now, as the fight paused, she immediately recognized Chen Yuyi.

At that moment, a rush of hurried footsteps echoed from the street—a group of burly men in black suits and sunglasses surged forward.

"Qianhui, are you hurt? Which wretched fool had the audacity to lay a hand on the daughter of Zuo Hongshan?" One of the men stepped aside, clearing a path for a middle-aged man radiating undeniable authority, who strode swiftly toward the girl.

"Father!" the beautiful girl called, her eyes brimming with tears. Had she not met Chen Yuyi today, her father’s influence would likely have protected her from real harm, but she would still have suffered humiliation. She valued her reputation above all, and now, seeing her father, she felt all the more aggrieved.

Zuo Hongshan, seeing her in this state and then noticing his most trusted lieutenant of twenty years, Jiang Kun, battered and bleeding, flew into a rage. His gaze bore down on Chen Yuyi.

"Seize him!" He waved his hand, his voice thunderous with authority and dominance.

"Father, it’s not what you think!" Seeing the bodyguards reach for their weapons, Zuo Qianhui quickly cried out.

Chen Yuyi watched them coldly. He’d already discussed with the Dragon King and knew that aside from his enhanced physique and martial abilities—sufficient to rival many martial artists—he had no defense against firearms. But the Dragon King assured him that no gun could harm him now, so he didn’t fear their threats.

Zuo Qianhui hurriedly stepped in front of Chen Yuyi, afraid her father’s command would bring him harm.

"Father, I was robbed by a group of thieves just now. They took my bag and tried to assault me. If not for this gentleman, I would have been hurt. Don’t you dare touch him!"

She pointed to the pickpockets sprawled on the ground.

Seeing her so fiercely protective of Chen Yuyi, Zuo Hongshan felt a jolt of surprise. His daughter had never shown such concern for a man before. He hid his reaction, glancing at the men on the ground.

"How dare you! Who gave you the nerve to touch my daughter? Throw them in the river—let the fish eat them!"

At his command, several bodyguards immediately moved to carry out his orders.

Chen Yuyi watched indifferently. The fate of those pickpockets meant nothing to him. He only wanted to return home and discuss cultivation with the Dragon King.

"My apologies for the misunderstanding just now, young man," Zuo Hongshan said once the truth was clear. "I am Zuo Hongshan. Your skills are impressive—would you consider working for me?"

Jiang Kun had followed Zuo Hongshan for nearly twenty years. His Eagle Claw style was powerful enough to break stones, earning him the nickname Bald Eagle King. While he might not be the world’s greatest, few could rival him in the Jiangzhong region. Zuo Hongshan’s dominance depended on such talent.

Yet now, he had witnessed Jiang Kun’s defeat at the hands of a young man. Naturally, he wanted to recruit him.

"Thank you, but I’m not interested. Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, I’ll be on my way," Chen Yuyi replied flatly.

"No need to refuse so quickly," Zuo Hongshan said with a smile, undeterred. "Perhaps you don’t recognize my name. In Jiangzhong, who hasn’t heard of Zuo Hongshan? Here—take my card. If you ever change your mind, seek me out."

He handed over a black, shimmering business card. At the sight of it, Zuo Hongshan’s men looked at Chen Yuyi in shock. Fewer than ten people in the entire country possessed such a card. It was not just a business card—in Jiangzhong, it granted access to any high-end establishment, with a credit of up to a hundred million.

Chen Yuyi hesitated. He didn’t know the card’s full significance, but he could sense its weight. Zuo Qianhui, however, snatched it and pressed it into his hand.

"My name is Zuo Qianhui. Thank you for saving me. May I know your name?" she asked shyly, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Chen Yuyi." He couldn’t help but feel some affection for her—she was so beautiful, it would be impossible not to. And besides, the warmth of her touch left him somewhat entranced. Though he was already married, he’d never truly held a woman's hand before.

"Chen Yuyi… Chen Yuyi… Chen Yuyi…" Zuo Qianhui softly repeated his name three times, satisfied at last. When she looked up, Chen Yuyi was already gone, vanished around the corner.

"Girl, have you taken a liking to him?" Zuo Hongshan teased. He knew her well—she’d always dismissed the sons of wealthy families, never bothering with romance. Her behavior now took him by surprise.

A rosy blush colored Zuo Qianhui’s cheeks. Then, her expression grew solemn as she gazed at the spot where Chen Yuyi had disappeared. "Chen Yuyi, I will make sure you stay by my side," she murmured.

…

As he walked, Chen Yuyi conversed with the Dragon King, gaining a preliminary understanding of cultivation. Cultivation was the training of the body; once the flesh surpassed its limits, one would awaken spiritual power and perform miraculous feats.

His body had already been remade, stepping into the third stage of the Tenfold Body Refinement—the Stage of Forms. He was still far from developing spiritual power, but with the Dragon King’s guidance, that distance seemed surmountable.

Unconsciously, he found himself at the gate of a villa, sighing softly. With his current abilities, he needn’t be subject to others’ whims. Yet those contracts were undeniable shackles.

In the courtyard sat a red Porsche—Shen Zhujun’s car.

Strange, he thought. Why was she home so early?

He opened the door and saw Shen Zhujun sitting on the sofa in a white silk dress adorned with yellow flowers, a pale pink vest draped over her shoulders, making her look both delicate and charming. Soft white stockings hugged her long, slender legs.

"How is the birthday gift I asked you to prepare?" Shen Zhujun didn’t even look up, her voice cool and melodious, devoid of any warmth.

"Er… I’m still working on it," Chen Yuyi replied. Even after his transformation, he still felt a strange pressure before this woman, unable to lift his head in her presence.

"If you need more money, just ask. I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of the entire Shen family. If you make a fool of yourself, it reflects on me," Shen Zhujun said, finally glancing up, her delicate brows furrowing as she studied him.

Her words roused a spark of pride in Chen Yuyi. After all, he was no longer the same man he once was.

"If you’re so worried about your reputation, why did you agree to this arrangement in the first place?"

Shen Zhujun was clearly taken aback—she hadn’t expected her “husband,” whom she’d always treated as a commodity, to respond so assertively.

"Don’t forget, I had plenty of choices. You begged me; you were chosen because your price was lower than the others. So you have no right to speak of pride—you are just a commodity in my eyes."

Hearing this, Chen Yuyi was seized by a sudden urge to stride over and tear her clothes, to ravage her until she yielded. But in the end, he only sighed in frustration.

He could be strong, but he couldn’t be unreasonable. He had chosen this path himself. Though he now possessed a great opportunity, he had yet to master real power.

"Three years—just three years. I’ll use this time to cultivate, and when it’s over, I’ll make her kneel and beg for me!"

He silently swore, his resolve to train only steeling further.

"And another thing," Shen Zhujun added, "if you come home this dirty again, don’t bother entering the house. There’s a doghouse outside for you."

Chen Yuyi’s brow twitched, his gaze darkening as he strode toward her.

Shen Zhujun involuntarily stepped back, her frosty eyes showing a hint of fear. "What are you doing?"