Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 742: Lin Ning Side Story

On one clear morning years later, when Lin Ning sat up in bed, her gaze happened to fall upon the diary in the opposite display cabinet.

"How did I ever let you trick me?" she suddenly became annoyed, reaching under the blanket to grab Yan Yu, and roughly woke him up.

"It’s just that you are too gullible," Yan Yu didn’t bother to struggle, stretching out both hands to counterattack Lin Ning, "You believe whatever I say, haha!"

In the end, two hands always beat one, causing Lin Ning to let out a whimper quite quickly, and she swiftly burrowed into the covers.

The two began an intense Swordsmanship Combat!

Lin Ning, a Sword Immortal taught by Yan Yu himself, was fearless against his Huang Tingjian, growing bolder and stronger with every bout. Seeing his proud student daring to resist even against the Divine Sword, Yan Yu felt a surge of competitiveness and decided to show her the new Sword Techniques he had devised.

Sword Control Immortal from Beyond the Heavens!

Nine Styles of Dragon!

Thirteen Swords of Clear Breeze and Bright Moon!

As a Problem Solver, Lin Ning was best at dealing with Sword Techniques she had repeatedly practiced, fearing only the unfamiliar ones she had never seen, and thus Yan Yu forced her into retreat after retreat. Stubborn and too proud to beg for mercy, even as her strength waned, she clenched her teeth and endured, only letting out a whine when she could no longer bear it.

The result was that she ended up as a soft and floppy Ningning, completely drained of any strength to move.

After a rest, they went to the bathroom to bathe and change, then descended the stairs to the living room.

The house was empty today as everyone had taken the children out to the amusement park, leaving Lin Ning and Yan Yu alone, with the intention clearly unspoken.

Lin Ning made some desserts in the kitchen, then came to the couch with a plate, beaming with a joyful smile, she asked Yan Yu beside her,

"Do you want some?"

"No," replied Yan Yu.

"I’m giving you another chance!" Lin Ning immediately put on a stern face.

"I do, I do want some," Yan Yu hastily corrected himself.

Ningning instantly lit up with a smile, bit an egg tart, and waggled it teasingly at him.

Yan Yu knew it was a trap but still leaned in to take a bite. Sure enough, he had barely taken a few bites when Lin Ning seized the opportunity to give him a forceful peck.

The girl, triumphant in her trickery, laughed heartily on the couch as if sweeping away the dejection of the earlier defeat in their swordplay.

Yan Yu quickly swallowed the food, then frowned at Lin Ning, thinking, is it that funny just because you managed to steal a kiss successfully?

A mental victory, huh? Great, don’t learn the good stuff, go learn from Sister Zhao!

But he had to admit, even after many years of observation, no one could surpass Ningning in fashion. She had casually slipped on light blue denim shorts, revealing her beautiful and toned white thighs, which could potentially squeeze the life out of someone with a scissor kick. Above that, she wore a grey sports tank top, showing off a flat, smooth stomach and a cute belly button, not revealing at all that she was a mother.

"What are you staring at!" Lin Ning finally noticed Yan Yu’s gaze and feigned modesty, holding her chest with both hands, admonishing, "Pervert!"

"Nonsense," retorted Yan Yu, "If we’re talking about perverts, I wonder who it was this morning who woke me up so forcefully..."

"Spit it out, just shut your mouth!" Lin Ning truly blushed, quickly calling a halt, "How could you talk about such things so casually? After all, I made you breakfast! No conscience! I barely got to eat a few bites of that tart!" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Haven’t you already had your fill upstairs?" Yan Yu teased knowingly.

"Ah!" Like a starved tiger pouncing on its prey, Lin Ning pushed down a teasing Yan Yu beneath her, frantically attempting to silence his mouth, "You’re not allowed to speak!"

They tumbled and scuffled, from the couch to the floor, engaging in all kinds of brawls, including ear pulling, face pinching, and mouth squeezing.

In terms of martial prowess, Lin Ning was still no match for Yan Yu, soon finding herself pinned down by him with her hands firmly restrained on the carpet, only hearing Yan Yu laughing heartily:

"Concede or not?"

"I won’t concede!" Lin Ning called out.

"Then I’ll show you what I’m made of!" Yan Yu sneered coldly.

"What do you plan to do to show me what you’re made of?" Lin Ning deliberately flashed a seductive look, her alluring eyes like silk, as she licked her lips and gently bit her jade finger. She intended to use a honey trap to dissolve his guard, suddenly wrapping her legs around his waist. With wrestling moves, she exerted force to flip over, aiming to reverse their positions and turn things upside down. However, to her surprise, Yan Yu quickly released her, his hands firmly bracing on the ground to stabilize his core, resisting her deadly spin with raw strength.

Lin Ning’s abdominal muscles were taut as she twisted her waist with all her might but still couldn’t turn. Just as she was competing with him in a fit of stubborn anger, she suddenly felt Yan Yu’s movement and let out an alarmed cry,

"What are you trying to do now?"

"Exactly, take this, my sword strike!" Yan Yu growled with murderous intent.

You won’t concede, then I’ll make you recognize my strength. As a team leader, I do as I say!

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This time, Lin Ning was completely convinced.

The consequence of stubbornness was not only a crushing defeat and exhaustion but also having to wash clothes and the carpet—chores that were usually left to Yun Jin. But since Yun Jin was the main caretaker for the child this time, naturally they couldn’t wait for her to come home to do them.

After washing the clothes and preparing for the evening meal, Lin Ning saw Yan Yu still lying on the couch playing with his phone, which made her feel quite annoyed. She called out,

"Don’t laze around there, come over and help me!"

Yan Yu followed her to the kitchen, where he embraced Ningning’s slender body from behind. She bumped him irritably and urged,

"Help me wash the vegetables."

The two began to work together on the vegetable preparation. Yan Yu casually asked,

"How’s your dad been lately?"

"He’s fine," Lin Ning replied without turning her head. "He keeps urging us to bring little Qiong back to see him, saying that for cultivators, Sword Control is now more convenient than planes for traveling."

"That’s true," Yan Yu admitted while rinsing the vegetables under the tap. "So what do you plan to do?"

"Do you want to go to my hometown?" Lin Ning asked, head lowered.

"Of course, why not?" Although Yan Yu indeed felt that if they were to treat each family impartially, visiting each person’s maternal home every now and then would be quite time-consuming, he had only just had a friendly exchange with Ningning and wasn’t about to change his attitude just like that.

I do have integrity, right?

Unexpectedly, his remarks infuriated Lin Ning, who turned around furiously, stepped hard on Yan Yu’s instep, and looked up at him with gritted teeth,

"I knew it! Are you still thinking about my cousins?"

"Ah?" Yan Yu was initially bewildered for a moment, followed by protesting his innocence.

His family composition was no secret to the outside world. Some things, either you can only have one, or you could have countless. As such, several of Lin Ning’s cousins were very eager to advance socially and crowded around him at last year’s New Year’s, looking to "exchange heartfelt thoughts" with him.

Lin Ning, therefore, became fiercely jealous, nearly kicking Yan Yu off the bed that evening. Fortunately, with his superb swordsmanship, Yan Yu used all his wits to completely subdue the furious Ningning, and the matter was put behind them—or so he thought. He hadn’t expected Ningning to bring up the past out of the blue. What was she trying to do?

The two quickly broke into a fight in the kitchen. Lin Ning’s hands were pinned by Yan Yu against the cabinet, and after a fierce but futile struggle, she eagerly challenged him to test their sword skills.

Already having performed two Sword Techniques, I refuse to believe you could execute a third one in such a short time!

Yan Yu, of course, had no reason to admit defeat, so he once again displayed his exquisite swordsmanship to show her the true strength of the world’s most potent prowess.

Even though it was winter, the kitchen was as warm as spring. The pot on the gas stove bubbled with the contents cooking inside, a large amount of white foam rapidly surfacing within the soup, and the pressure cooker’s valve emitted a piercing, hoarse shriek as if it exhausted all the internal pressure.