[Fantasy] Super Ambiguous Relationship (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 74 [Walk with Me]

"Excuse me, is Yang Fan here?"

The voice was beautiful and gentle, like a spring breeze, and even the gloom in one's heart would involuntarily dissipate under its influence. However, this voice evoked completely different feelings in Yang Fan and the old scholar Li! Hearing

this familiar voice, Yang Fan was secretly delighted, but then couldn't help feeling somewhat helpless. No man wants to be seen doing something wrong by a girl, especially one he has a strong liking for.

Hitting a teacher with a blackboard eraser, while not a truly bad thing—after all, compared to murder, arson, or robbery—is not a good sign when it happens to a student.

In China, almost everyone holds the view that a student should study hard, listen to the teacher, not sleep or talk in class, not fight or cause trouble, and do nothing else besides studying.

As for hitting a teacher with a blackboard eraser, this is beyond a minor offense. Such behavior is punishable by expulsion from school, or at the very least, a major demerit.

Of course, Yang Fan didn't care about the severity of the demerit or expulsion; what bothered him was displaying a negative side in front of Gu Feifei.

In his eyes, Gu Feifei was like a lotus rising from the mud, untainted by its filth, and shouldn't be exposed to the ugliness of the world. To her, it was a complete desecration. Yang Fan even considered dedicating his life to protecting this pure girl, shielding her from the corrupting influence of society, and ensuring she remained forever pure and innocent.

But only a day had passed, and he had thrown a blackboard eraser at the teacher in front of her! Wouldn't this completely ruin his image in her eyes?

For some reason, the thought of his image being affected filled Yang Fan with panic. He didn't know why, but he simply didn't want her to have any negative thoughts about him.

At the same time, upon hearing the voice, Old Scholar Li showed a similar panic to Yang Fan. He didn't even have time to cause trouble for Yang Fan; instead, he frantically wiped the chalk dust from his face with his sleeve…

“Ah, Grandpa, what happened to your face?”

Just then, another voice came from outside the classroom door, followed by a graceful white figure rushing in and running to Old Scholar Li.

“Grandpa…Grandpa! It's over!”

Yang Fan groaned. Wasn't this a case of mistaken identity? And how could he be so lucky? He'd just randomly offended someone, and this person turned out to be Gu Feifei's grandfather!

Not only Yang Fan, but the entire Chinese Literature Department was stunned. They never imagined that this old-fashioned Old Scholar Li would be Gu Feifei's grandfather!

How could such a rigid old man have inherited such excellent genes? Look at Old Li's arrogant face, as if everyone owed him millions, and then look at Gu Feifei's pure and lovely appearance... It's fake, it must be fake! In the end, this was the only conclusion they could reach.

However, their conclusion was ruthlessly shattered by Old Li. He patted Gu Feifei's head, put on his reading glasses, and then said with a smile, "It's nothing, I just accidentally didn't hold the eraser properly when I was erasing the blackboard. Alas, I'm getting old, my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be!"

"Grandpa, you're so old, my uncles and aunts have told you not to work so hard, but you just wouldn't listen. Look, are you alright?"

Gu Feifei said reproachfully, carefully wiping the chalk dust off Old Li's face with a tissue.

It didn't sound like she was talking to an elder, but rather like she was scolding a child, and Old Li kept nodding. This made Yang Fan find it somewhat amusing. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he have believed that such a rigid old man could have this side to him?

"By the way, Feifei, what are you doing here instead of going to class? And who is this Yang Fan you just called out to?"

After cleaning most of the chalk dust off his face, Old Li, the scholar, asked Gu Feifei.

"I don't have class this afternoon. As for Yang Fan, he... he's my friend. I need to talk to him urgently!"

Gu Feifei blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. No matter what, it felt awkward to come looking for a boy in front of her grandfather.

"Oh? A friend? When did our Feifei get a new friend? When did this happen? Should we bring him to Grandpa's to see?"

Hearing this, Old Li's eyes lit up.

Gu Feifei clearly understood her grandfather's implication, and her blush deepened. "Grandpa, what are you thinking? We're just ordinary friends!"

"Oh? Ordinary friends? But I didn't say any other friends!"

Old Li grinned mischievously.

"Grandpa..."

Having no other choice, Gu Feifei resorted to her trump card: acting cute!

"Alright, alright, stop shaking it, it'll fall apart if you keep shaking it!"

After calming Gu Feifei down, Old Li turned to the students above and said, "Hey you, hey you, that's Yang Fan. My granddaughter needs to talk to you, so I've granted you leave today!"

Hearing Old Li's words, the classroom fell silent again. Everyone looked at each other, their eyes all fixed on Yang Fan. They were all thinking the same thing: what kind of performance would Old Li give when he realized that the person his granddaughter was looking for was the student who threw his blackboard eraser?

At that moment, Yang Fan wished he could find a hole to crawl into or jump out the window to escape, but under so many eyes, he could only stand up awkwardly and say, forcing a smile, "Teacher Li, I am Yang Fan!"

"Hmm, then come with my granddaughter, she needs to talk to you! Wha...what, you're Yang Fan?"

Old Li waved his hand dismissively at first, but when he saw who had stood up, his expression immediately became incredibly interesting.

Anger, yes, it was anger, but behind that anger, he was desperately suppressing it, not wanting his rage to show, until his cheeks were flushed red!

The reason he wanted to send his granddaughter away so quickly was to teach the first student who dared to throw an eraser at him a lesson. That's why he granted Yang Fan leave without verifying his identity.

But now, if his granddaughter took him away, who could he complain to? Who would make amends for the humiliation he had just suffered? He had been in education for nearly sixty years; when had he ever been treated like this? To have

an eraser thrown at him by his own student—he was always the one who lost face, never the other way around! If word got out, wouldn't his title of "Eraser King" be undeserved?

At this moment, he thought of many things, but he realized that he had no choice but to endure it! He couldn't let his granddaughter know that a student had thrown his blackboard eraser at him. What if the little girl couldn't keep her mouth shut and told her grandfather? Where would he put his face? Wouldn't he be laughed at to death?

A small act of impatience could ruin a big plan. At this moment, he had to endure it, no matter what! The thought of Old Man Gu finding out about his embarrassment made him extremely unhappy.

Thinking this way, he found that his previous anger had actually subsided considerably. To avoid another outburst, he could only make this eyesore disappear from his sight as soon as possible.

"Hey, Yang Fan, right? I've approved your leave. Get out of here quickly, don't disturb my class!"

Old Scholar Li glared fiercely at Yang Fan, his face full of displeasure.

"Thank you, Grandpa!"

Hearing that her grandfather had actually agreed to let her pass, Gu Feifei's face immediately lit up with a smile. She waved to Yang Fan and left the classroom first.

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine, but at this moment, the best course of action was to flee. As for what would happen later, he could simply ask for leave beforehand.

"Kid, not bad kung fu. How about we spar privately sometime?"

However, just as Yang Fan was about to reach the door, Old Scholar Li's barely audible voice reached his ears.

Slightly startled, Yang Fan glanced at Old Scholar Li with surprise. He hadn't expected to misjudge him; this old scholar was actually a hidden martial arts expert!

But now was clearly not the time to investigate Old Scholar Li's true identity. Not only was Gu Feifei waiting for him outside, but considering what he had done earlier, it was best to slip away now!

"This kid's strength is considerable. Even I, an old man, couldn't see it clearly. The techniques he casually displayed just now were comparable to those of a Xiantian master. When did such a young expert appear? How come I didn't get any news about him? It seems Peking University is going to be quite a challenge from now on..."

Yang Fan didn't notice that the old scholar Li, watching his departing figure, actually had a strange smile on his face. He looked like a child who had found his favorite toy, his eyes filled with intense interest!

As soon as he left the classroom, Yang Fan noticed that Gu Feifei had actually taken off her white dress today and put on a black round-neck long-sleeved t-shirt. The tight-fitting clothes perfectly highlighted her exquisite figure, and her well- proportioned, perfectly round breasts stood proudly.

The black t-shirt contrasted with her snow-white skin, making this already beautiful and innocent girl even more alluringly decadent!

Seeing Gu Feifei, Yang Fan instantly shook off his previous gloom and quickly walked up to her. He smiled and said, "Feifei, what can I do for you?"

"Brother Yang Fan, do you have time?"

Gu Feifei seemed to have mustered up her courage before asking, her face flushed. Before Yang Fan could answer, she continued, "Brother Yang Fan, I'd like to ask you to walk with me..."

Chapter 75 [Girls' Generation]

"Do you have time? Can you walk with me?"

It was a very simple question, but hidden beneath it was a profound mystery, especially when it came from a girl's mouth. The implications were even more worthy of analysis!

It could be interpreted as an implication, or a signal. You could interpret it as her wanting to see him for something, or as a disguised date... Of course, the choice was entirely up to Yang Fan!

Although Yang Fan was somewhat clueless about matters of the heart, he wasn't stupid and had a keen understanding of human psychology. How could he not see the true meaning behind Gu Feifei's words?

Even if Old Li hadn't approved his leave request, he wouldn't be foolish enough to say he didn't have time. So, after a slight hesitation, he immediately said, "Of course I have time. Where do you want to go?"

"How about a walk outside the school? It's been so long since I've gone out for a stroll. I'm going crazy

from being cooped up in school all day!" With this reason, Gu Feifei's heart pounded wildly. Actually, she didn't care where it was; she just wanted to find a place with fewer people, where she could be alone with Yang Fan.

Yesterday, her best friend Qin Qing suddenly came to tell her that rumors were circulating at school that Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan had an ambiguous relationship and had even left school together.

At first, she didn't pay much attention, because she and Yang Fan were just ordinary friends. But for some reason, when she lay alone in bed late at night, she couldn't fall asleep…

The scene of her falling into the water kept replaying in her mind—the image of the boy who jumped in and saved her without hesitation—a scene she couldn't shake off!

She was in the throes of adolescence, a time when girls are particularly susceptible to romantic influences, especially innocent girls like Gu Feifei who have little contact with the outside world. When someone suddenly enters her life, that person becomes unforgettable.

So, after a sleepless night, she inexplicably ran to find Yang Fan. But now, with Yang Fan agreeing to go out with her, she had no idea where to go...

In the campus, figures moved about. Strolling through the campus, the two quietly walked to a clear lake. Only when she saw the rippling water did Gu Feifei realize that she had brought Yang Fan to the place where they had met yesterday, the very place where she had fallen into the water.

Stealing a glance at Yang Fan and finding that he didn't seem to care, she continued walking. The two crossed the lake shore and quickly left Yan University far behind.

"Where do you want to go?"

This question should have been asked by Gu Feifei, since she was the one who called Yang Fan out. However, she hadn't said a word since leaving the classroom, and Yang Fan hadn't said much either. He casually hailed a taxi before asking her.

"Anywhere is fine!"

Gu Feifei whispered, head down.

"Anywhere!"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and said to the driver, "Driver, just take us to the most bustling area of Yanjing!"

Since they didn't have a destination, they might as well just wander around. He wasn't familiar with Yanjing anyway, so this was a good opportunity to explore. With that thought, Yang Fan immediately made up his mind.

"Alright, then I'll take you to Xiaoximen. Xiaoximen is the most prosperous and lively place in Yanjing. It has everything, from food to entertainment. Anyone visiting Yanjing must go to Xiaoximen!"

the driver said, starting the car.

As soon as the car started, the driver said, "Yanjing is an ancient city with rich historical resources. Everywhere you look, you can see various historical sites and ancient buildings. Take Tianwei Martial Arts School, which is opposite Yanjing University, for example—it was originally a prince's mansion from the Qing Dynasty!"

Clearly, he assumed Yang Fan and his companion were tourists in Yanjing, and enthusiastically introduced them to the city's various historical sites along the way. Yang Fan didn't reveal this, simply smiling and chatting with him.

"Oh? Really? I didn't know Tianwei Martial Arts School had such a background! I heard it's very famous throughout the country; I was just thinking of enrolling there to learn martial arts!"

"Young man, you're absolutely right. Tianwei Martial Arts School is the most famous martial arts school in Yanjing. I even spent a few days there myself back in the day. But, young man, you might not know, but there's a reason why Tianwei Martial Arts School is so popular!"

Mentioning Tianwei Martial Arts School immediately made the driver more enthusiastic.

"Oh? There's a reason? What is it?"

"I heard that the Prince's Mansion was built on top of a collapsed ancient temple. This temple was a very famous ancient temple in ancient times, and it was even a branch of Shaolin Temple. Later, for some reason, the temple was destroyed, and the mansion was built in its place. Because this place used to be a temple and was influenced by incense, it is a rare feng shui treasure land, where everything you do will go smoothly!"

"Really? There's such a saying!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"Of course, why would I lie to you? I heard that ancient temple is called Daxiangguo Temple, and it enshrines a sacred relic left behind by Buddha Shakyamuni when he passed away. It is because of the existence of this sacred relic that Yanjing was designated as a holy capital by emperors in ancient times. However, with the destruction of Daxiangguo Temple, all news of the sacred relic was lost!"

"Sacred relic?"

Yang Fan had initially taken the driver's words as just a story, but when he heard the word "sacred relic," he suddenly made some connections.

Daxiangguo Temple, Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, sacred relic... and considering what the Japanese man had said, there seemed to be some connection...

The taxi sped along the lane, the driver continuing to explain the history of various places in Yanjing, but Yang Fan had no desire to continue chatting with him.

Gu Feifei, on the other hand, although she was born and raised in Yanjing, knew very little about the city. Now, she listened with great interest, as if she were hearing a fairy tale.

As for the driver, perhaps he rarely picked up such a pretty girl, so he put on an extraordinary display of his eloquence, talking animatedly and enjoying himself immensely!

Before they knew it, they had arrived at Xiaoximen. The driver stopped the car, Yang Fan paid the fare, and then pulled Gu Feifei towards a more crowded area.

Perhaps startled by Yang Fan's sudden stop, or perhaps because he was walking too fast, Gu Feifei cried out in surprise and suddenly lurched forward.

Yang Fan reacted quickly, reaching forward and catching her in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Fan asked worriedly.

"I twisted my ankle!"

Gu Feifei cursed herself inwardly for her bad luck; of all times, she had to twist it now. She tried to bear the pain, but the excruciating agony made her face turn pale.

"Let me take a look!"

Yang Fan carried Gu Feifei to the roadside, helped her sit on the steps, and then knelt down to examine her ankle.

Gu Feifei was wearing a pair of beautiful pink high heels today. Her small feet were as white and delicate as jade, but there was a small, glaring bruise on her ankle, adding a flaw to her flawless legs.

It was the area chafed by the high heels. Yang Fan took off her shoes and carefully examined her. Fortunately, he found no dislocation, just a minor abrasion. Otherwise, he would have had to take her to the hospital.

While carefully massaging her ankle, Yang Fan asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"No!"

Looking at Yang Fan's earnest massage, Gu Feifei's face flushed, and she said softly.

"It'll be fine in a bit!"

Yang Fan didn't notice the change in Gu Feifei's condition; he just continued to massage her carefully. Compared to Shen Ruolan's foot injury, hers was undoubtedly much lighter, which was why Yang Fan dared to treat her with peace of mind.

Gathering his inner energy at his fingertips, Yang Fan gently stroked her ankle, and after a few minutes, the bruise began to fade. Gu Feifei tried it and found that she could walk normally again and didn't feel any pain from the silk.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Brother Yang Fan, you're amazing! A few touches and it's fine. It seems that if I get injured in the future, I won't need to go to the hospital. A few touches from you will be enough..."

Halfway through her sentence, Gu Feifei realized that there was an ambiguity in her words. What did she mean by "a few touches and it's fine"? It sounded like she couldn't wait for him to touch her... Thinking of this, Gu Feifei was even more embarrassed .

Ignoring her words, Yang Fan glanced around and then took Gu Feifei's hand, saying, "Come on, let's go to the shopping mall across the street!"

"What are we going to the shopping mall for?"

Gu Ruoruo asked curiously.

"Don't you girls all like shopping malls? Let's go, let's just browse around!"

He playfully flicked her nose, amused by her question. He had long heard that girls loved shopping malls, and it seemed that wasn't entirely true!

Just as the driver had described, Xiaoximen was indeed one of the most bustling and prosperous areas in Yanjing. From small general stores selling goods for a dollar or two to luxury jewelry stores costing tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan, Xiaoximen has it all.

Yang Fan, holding Gu Feifei's hand, looked like a couple who had come from out of town on vacation, browsing through shop after shop, stopping occasionally to point and discuss. After strolling through several streets, they hadn't bought much, but several hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Are you hungry?"

Yang Fan asked Gu Feifei.

"A little!"

Gu Feifei nodded.

"Come on, let's go eat at Dongfang."

Yang Fan said, pulling Gu Feifei towards a small food street ahead...

Chapter 76 [Let's Go to a Hotel]

From afar, the two could smell the aroma of various foods mixed together. Yang Fan directly led Gu Feifei to a stall.

Sniffing the air, Gu Feifei tugged at Yang Fan's sleeve and asked, "Brother Yang Fan, what is this? It smells weird!"

"It's stinky tofu. Don't let the smell fool you, it's delicious!"

"Stinky and you can eat it?"

Gu Feifei asked in surprise.

"Hehe, why don't you try it and see?"

Yang Fan chuckled before saying to the stall owner, "Boss, give us two servings of stinky tofu!"

Although she disliked the smell, seeing Yang Fan's enthusiasm, Gu Feifei didn't say anything, and the two found a seat.

Soon, two plates of strongly smelly fried tofu were placed in front of them, along with two small bowls of pepper.

"Brother Yang Fan, is this really edible?"

Pointing at the plates, Gu Feifei almost covered her nose.

"Of course! Would Brother Yang Fan lie to you? Watch me eat it first, it's delicious!"

With that, Yang Fan picked up a piece of stinky tofu with his chopsticks, sprinkled some pepper on it, and then swallowed the whole piece in one gulp.

"Doesn't it smell bad?"

She looked at Yang Fan with slight doubt, only asking softly after he ate a piece of stinky tofu.

"No, it doesn't smell bad!"

Yang Fan replied.

"Isn't it spicy?"

"No, it's not spicy!"

"But why are they all sweating so much while eating?"

"Uh, maybe it's because they ate too fast. Never mind, come on, try a bite!"

Unable to answer her persistent questioning, Yang Fan simply picked up a piece of stinky tofu and held it to her lips.

Gu Feifei initially wanted to dodge, but seeing Yang Fan's expectant look, she couldn't bear to. She pinched her nose first, then carefully opened her cherry-like mouth, took a small bite of the stinky tofu, and chewed it slowly.

Soon, her face changed; fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her entire face instantly turned red.

Perhaps due to her usual hygiene habits, she couldn't spit out the food in her mouth and could only force herself to swallow it.

"It's so spicy!"

As soon as she swallowed her food, Gu Feifei opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath.

Yang Fan handed her the bottled water he had prepared beforehand. Gu Feifei didn't even have time to say thank you, and after several mouthfuls of water, she finally managed to get used to it.

"How is it? Still spicy?"

Yang Fan asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Brother Yang Fan, you're so mean! You lied to me and said it wasn't spicy!"

Gu Feifei glared at Yang Fan and said unhappily.

"Is it okay?"

Yang Fan pressed.

"Huh? You know what, after the spiciness, there's really an indescribable feeling, this taste... so fragrant!"

As she spoke, Gu Feifei didn't forget to smack her lips.

After saying that, Gu Feifei didn't even wait for Yang Fan to speak, and she had already impatiently picked up a piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks, dipped it in a little pepper, and stuffed it into her mouth...

For an entire afternoon, Yang Fan took Gu Feifei to explore every corner of Xiaoximen. They held hands, looked at goldfish, visited the flower market, enjoyed a shadow puppet show, and browsed the bookstore.

Similarly, they sampled every delicacy in Xiaoximen: authentic bubble tea, steaming hot food stalls, street vendors selling candied gourds, and various snacks from all over the country…

Yang Fan took Gu Feifei to experience anything she hadn't eaten, seen, or made before. Gu Feifei was like a bird released from its cage, her joyful laughter echoing everywhere!

Summer nights were hot, the moon hung high in the sky, and sparse stars twinkled merrily. Streetlights illuminated the scene, and sparkling snowflakes shimmered in the light, like flocks of tiny white moths. A night fog descended, bringing a chill to the midsummer night; under the hazy moonlight, few stars were visible.

The pond in Qilin Park was like a mirror, reflecting the round moon. The round lights of the streetlights near the trees, reflected in the water, resembled small moons surrounding the moon in the pond.

Bloated white clouds drifted slowly across the pond's surface, like a group of elderly women, hunched over, laboriously walking past the moon, trying to obscure it, but the moon poured its bright light through the gaps in the clouds.

One cloud connected with another, like a wide, irregular ribbon dividing the clear sky in two. The clouds drifted by, gradually disappearing into the distance, leaving the sky a clear blue and the moon exceptionally bright.

After a day of playing, Yang Fan and Gu Feifei sat back-to-back on the railing by the pond, gazing at the stars and enjoying the rare tranquility.

Looking at the twinkling stars, Gu Feifei wore a satisfied smile; this silly smile had graced her face all night, and Yang Fan was already used to it.

"Brother Yang Fan, do you know? Today is the happiest day I've had in years!"

Gazing at the starry sky, Gu Feifei suddenly broke the silence.

"As long as you like, I can come with you whenever you want!"

Yang Fan said without turning his head.

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you, Brother Yang Fan?"

"Of course, silly girl, it's not a difficult request. Whenever we have time, I'll take you out to play every day, how about that?"

Yang Fan, with his back to Gu Feifei, didn't notice that when he made this promise, although Gu Feifei's face was full of joy, there was a faint trace of sadness within that joy…

"By the way, Brother Yang Fan, my birthday is in a few days. I want to have a birthday party, will you come?"

Gu Feifei suddenly said.

"Oh? Sure, when? I'll definitely come!"

Yang Fan suddenly realized that the reason this little girl had come to him today was to tell him this news.

"Great! Brother Yang Fan, you know what? This is my eighteenth birthday! My parents... ah!"

Having received Yang Fan's confirmation, Gu Feifei suddenly turned around excitedly, wanting to tell him the news face-to-face. However, she forgot they were sitting on the railing beside the pool. As she turned, she lost her balance and fell into the pool with a thud...

"Feifei!"

Yang Fan felt a light touch on his back. By the time he reacted, she was already in the pool. Without hesitation, he leaped in.

The water was icy and clear. After jumping in, Yang Fan couldn't help but shiver, but he didn't care. He immediately searched for Gu Feifei in the water, his anxiety causing him to lose his composure.

Fortunately, the park's pool had safety considerations, so the water wasn't very deep. With his experience, Yang Fan quickly found Gu Feifei and successfully grabbed her.

"Brother Yang Fan!"

Just as she grabbed him, Gu Feifei turned and hugged Yang Fan tightly. Slightly startled, Yang Fan's hands involuntarily wrapped around her…

It was summer, and neither of them wore much clothing. As Gu Feifei turned, her ample bosom pressed against Yang Fan's chest, and their eyes met in the bright moonlight.

Gu Feifei's gaze was somewhat flustered, but when she saw Yang Fan's clear eyes, she froze. They stared at each other, seemingly forgetting the time.

"Yang…Brother Yang Fan, let's go up first!"

Feeling something pressing against her lower abdomen, Gu Feifei snapped out of her daze, quickly pushed Yang Fan away, and fled ashore.

Yang Fan soaked in the cool lake water, enjoying the faint fragrance, and thought to himself, "So this is what it feels like to hug a beautiful woman." Unfortunately, such an opportunity would probably never come again.

Gu Feifei got ashore. Luckily, she was wearing long pants today, which prevented an even more embarrassing situation. Sitting on a rock by the lake, she crossed her arms over her shapely chest, her heart pounding, even her ears were flushed red with embarrassment.

Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she'd seen pigs run; she could easily guess what had been below her. This was the first time in her life she'd been so intimate with a man.

She then realized that she was terrified of water, yet she had forgotten her fear and actually run out of the water alone. Looking back, she found it unbelievable!

Gu Feifei remained seated, her legs tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees. She kept her head down, silent, but her trembling became even more pronounced.

Just as she felt a chill creeping up on her and didn't know what to do, suddenly, two bronze arms wrapped around her from behind, and a warm sensation spread through the cold fabric of her back. Her petite body was enveloped in a warm embrace.

The arms that reached out and embraced her brought her even closer to that warm chest, instantly reducing the chill. The constant warmth, separated only by the thin fabric of her clothes, made her heart, which had just calmed down, beat even faster than before.

"You just fell into the water, and if the wind blows, you'll catch a cold. This way you won't be too cold. Let's go after your clothes dry a bit!"

Holding her, Yang Fan's words held no hint of flirtation, as if he were simply stating a very ordinary matter. At the same time, his internal energy circulated rapidly, slowly flowing into her body, attempting to warm her with his true energy.

A gentle warmth emanated from her, making Gu Feifei feel flustered. However, lying in his arms, she felt an indescribable comfort, even the cold seemed to disappear.

"Brother Yang Fan, how about we go to a hotel?"

Gu Feifei suddenly whispered.

"Ah!"

Hearing her words, Yang Fan almost lost his composure...

Chapter 77 [Reporting Measurements]

"Fei... Feifei, what... what did you just say?"

Yang Fan never expected such words to come from the mouth of such a pure young girl as Gu Feifei!

Although shocked by Gu Feifei's boldness, he had to admit that the words were incredibly tempting!

Go to a hotel! What an alluring phrase, what a tempting idea!

"A hotel? Does this mean I'm going to lose my virginity tonight?"

At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if an invisible flame was gathering in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Ah! I mean... I mean our clothes are all wet. Let's find a hotel first, dry them off, and then go back. This... this is a park, after all. What if... what if someone comes and sees us like this..."

Gu Feifei was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into a hole. It was all her fault for being so hasty; she hadn't explained herself clearly and had said something so easily misunderstood.

But she realized that the more she explained, the more it sounded like an unnecessary cover-up. She even started to cry. In her mind, saying such shameless things would make Brother Yang think she was a promiscuous, shameless, and shameless woman.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? You're right, we're all warm now. If we go back like this, we'll definitely catch a cold on the way. There are hotels nearby. Let's get a room, take a shower, change our clothes, and then go back!"

Patting her head, even though Yang Fan was burning with lust, when he saw the tears on Gu Feifei's face, all his anger vanished.

"Yes, how could such a pure girl like her possibly have such thoughts?" Yang Fan inwardly cursed himself for even having such thoughts; it was truly inappropriate!

"Brother Yang, do you believe me now?"

Gu Feifei said, her voice choked with sobs and aggrieved, her small face streaked with tears, her expression one of fear and misery.

Her wet hair was disheveled and fell over her shoulders, water droplets still dripping from her forehead, her eyes were hazy, and her complexion was flushed. Although she wasn't nearly exposing her entire body to Yang Fan like before, she still possessed an indescribable allure.

Yang Fan dared not look any longer, because he found his eyes constantly glancing at places he shouldn't be looking at. Besides, Gu Feifei was right; this was, after all, a park. Even though it was night, someone could come at any time. If they saw the two of them like this, they would definitely think they were doing something indecent and had accidentally fallen into the water.

Therefore, to avoid misunderstandings, Yang Fan had no choice but to leave with Gu Feifei.

Fortunately, the two had spent the afternoon strolling around Xiaoximen, and Yang Fan remembered there was a hotel not far from Qilin Park. While not a high-end hotel, it should be sufficient for a temporary change.

He draped his coat over Gu Feifei, and amidst the astonished gazes of many passersby, they arrived at the hotel. Under the slightly knowing look of the receptionist, they were booked a room.

Only after entering the room did Yang Fan breathe a slight sigh of relief. The entire way there, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he could feel pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, their gazes inexplicably piercing.

He even wondered why men and women would choose to do *that* in a hotel room. Didn't they care about what others thought? Didn't they care about the hotel staff's inexplicable glances? Or were they simply used to it?

Anyway, Yang Fan admitted he lacked self-control. If he were to book a room in the future, he would definitely have to do it secretly, or perhaps one of them would come first, book the room, and then notify the other...

Yang Fan thought to himself that he had learned a profound lesson in social etiquette tonight: how to handle the issue of booking a room when a man and woman are having an affair. In his opinion, if they were truly having an affair and both of them came to a room together, it would be extremely embarrassing if they were caught by one of their relatives. Therefore, the best solution was to go separately...

Finally arriving at the booked room, Yang Fan breathed a long sigh of relief. Even if he wasn't really there to book a room, under those pairs of eyes that seemed to be pointing fingers at his back, he would have no desire left. As long as nothing went wrong, that would be a good thing!

"Feifei, go take a shower first, take a hot bath to warm yourself up, or you'll catch a cold!"

Yang Fan said, pointing to the bathroom.

"But Brother Yang, I... I don't have any clean clothes!"

Gu Feifei said softly.

"Don't they have pajamas in the hotel?"

"But I'm not used to wearing other people's clothes."

"..."

Although Yang Fan wasn't a germaphobe, he could understand Gu Feifei's thoughts. However, he was now facing another problem: buying clothes for Gu Feifei...

Sure enough, Gu Feifei immediately continued, "Brother Yang, can you buy me some clothes? I just saw that there are clothes for sale outside the hotel."

Having grown up, he had rarely even bought his own clothes, let alone bought clothes for others. Yang Fan wanted to refuse, but he couldn't resist Gu Feifei's bright, watery eyes. He could only try to ask, "How about I ask the staff here to buy them for you?"

"No way, Brother Yang, you can't let a stranger buy me underwear, and there are all kinds of people in society these days. What if you encounter someone with bad habits and they mess with my new underwear... So, Brother Yang!"

Who said this little girl was pure and cute? Yang Fan now realized that beneath this pure exterior lay the heart of a witch. Gu Feifei's current demeanor was less like pleading and more like coquettish pleading, yet Yang Fan couldn't refuse...

"Alright then, but you have to tell me your size!"

With a sigh, Yang Fan could only bite the bullet and ask.

Despite Gu Feifei's earlier cheerful talk, seemingly unconcerned about Yang Fan buying her underwear, she became shy when Yang Fan actually asked for her size.

"Really...really have to tell me?"

Yang Fan glared at her, annoyed, and said, "What do you think?"

Gu Feifei blushed slightly, turned her back, and whispered, "32C, 22, 32."

Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle. He had only asked about Gu Feifei's bust size, but he hadn't expected this little girl to give him all three measurements. And surprisingly, judging from her appearance, her proportions were quite impressive.

Yang Fan looked Gu Feifei up and down. Her face was delicate and cute, her skin was fair and tender, her lips were red and plump, her eyelashes were long and long, and the two mounds of flesh on her chest looked quite ample...

Her breasts were not large, far from the huge breasts of Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin, and even Shen Ruoxi's were not as good as hers. They were somewhat similar to Shen Ruolan's.

Of course, this was only based on appearance, as he was limited to visual assessment and hadn't actually measured it by hand. In today's society, everything is fake; without personally testing, who would know if there were any cheating methods or padding beneath that full exterior? Sure enough,

there were clothing stores downstairs from the hotel, and not just one, but an entire street, offering everything from food and clothing to household items and all sorts of luxury goods. This saved Yang Fan a lot of trouble.

Yang Fan first went to the women's clothing section and quickly chose a pair of blue jeans and a blue striped checkered top for Gu Feifei. The jeans were simple and stylish, and the fabric was comfortable; the top was made of soft cotton, which felt very comfortable to the touch.

This combination looked like the style of a girl next door, and Yang Fan was very satisfied with his aesthetic standards. But when he finished choosing these two items, he started to have a problem, because he was missing one item, and it was the most crucial one…

The nearby amenities were quite complete, with several shops specializing in women's underwear. The lingerie vendors were all quite young women, and what made Yang Fan even more hesitant to enter was that each shop had several customers.

Just glancing inside made him feel like a thief. If he actually went in, who knew how strange looks those women would give him?

Yang Fan wandered around, oblivious to his surroundings, because subconsciously he still wanted to buy Gu Feifei a set of spare lingerie. He ended up stopping in front of a luxuriously decorated lingerie store.

"Hey! There's a handsome guy at the door!"

A woman, holding up a black, openwork D-cup bra and comparing it to herself, nudged her companion with her shoulder as if she'd discovered something amazing.

Another woman, who was scrutinizing the sexy lingerie in front of her with a critical eye, glanced at it and then scoffed, "What kind of eyes do you have? Such an ordinary guy, you call him handsome? You should go to 'Harbor' sometime, then you'll know what a real handsome guy is!"

The woman holding up her bra punched her companion and laughed, "Get lost! Do you think I've never been to 'Harbor'? The men there are handsome, but they're all gay, what a waste! Look at this one, although his face isn't that handsome, he's got a great body! Look at his clothes, so bulging, they're about to burst. If he held me in his arms, it would be incredibly pleasurable..."

"You're just being horny!"

The woman scrutinizing the lingerie laughed and scolded her companion, but her eyes involuntarily scoured Yang Fan. Sure enough, she saw that his clothes were very tight, and with the slightest movement, his muscles bulged out in an alluring curve.

"I must say, he's got a really good figure. I just wonder if he's all looks and no substance!"

"Don't worry, in my experience, guys like him are usually muscular, their stamina is so good you'd kneel down and sing 'Conquer'!"

The two middle-aged women were whispering, but their voices weren't actually quiet; in no time, they echoed throughout the entire lingerie store.

One of the sales assistants also glanced furtively towards the door, and seeing Yang Fan's hesitant and indecisive look, she immediately guessed his intentions.

Chapter 78 [Lingerie Scandal]

Whether it was the conversation between the two middle-aged customers that sparked the saleswoman's interest, or whether she couldn't bear to see Yang Fan in such a dilemma, she stepped out of the store and warmly greeted him.

"Sir, are you picking out lingerie as a gift for your girlfriend? You're so thoughtful! Would you like me to help you choose? Even without specific measurements, it's fine. Just compare them to your own measurements, and I can estimate the exact size for you."

The female shop owner was very persuasive, managing to keep Yang Fan, who had almost tried to leave, in just a few words.

The shop owner was around thirty years old, with delicate eyebrows, round eyes, and an oval face. She had dyed, wavy hair and was at least eight points attractive. What was most alluring was her avant-garde and extremely sexy outfit.

The shop owner wore a black vest over a white tube top, revealing most of her full breasts and a deep cleavage that seemed capable of accommodating all the desires a man could muster. She wore a tight-fitting short skirt that barely covered her panties; if she moved even slightly, it seemed as if her inner genitals would be exposed.

Facing a female shop owner wasn't particularly difficult for Yang Fan to accept, but the lingerie on display was all incredibly alluring, and being alone with a still-attractive woman like her easily stirred up his imagination.

Yang Fan coughed and forced a smile, saying, "Do you have anything suitable for eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls? I'll take a few sets!"

The shop owner gave him a suggestive look before continuing, "Yes, we do! We have lingerie suitable for eighteen or nineteen-year-olds, even for eighty or ninety-year-olds! What style do you want?"

The shop owner's boastful words made Yang Fan's hair stand on end. Looking around, Yang Fan couldn't imagine where there was anything suitable for older people when everywhere he looked was revealing lingerie.

Sure enough, the shop owner produced evidence; she pulled out a lingerie magazine from a hidden compartment in the display cart and showed it to Yang Fan.

At first glance, Yang Fan was somewhat interested; it featured the back view of a silver-haired woman with a curvaceous figure that was quite eye-catching. But after flipping through a few more pages, Yang Fan turned away with a strange expression and said, "Fine, I believe you. Just find me two sets!"

"How can you just find two sets?"

The shop owner was quite displeased with Yang Fan's casual attitude.

"Underwear is a woman's most intimate clothing. Not only should the material be close-fitting and comfortable to wear, but it should also be breathable and the size should be right. Only then can it protect the skin and promote development!"

The shop owner launched into a long, rambling explanation, leaving Yang Fan dizzy and repeatedly begging for mercy.

Under the shop owner's persuasion, Yang Fan abandoned the idea of just picking two sets: "32C, 22, 32, please pick one that's relatively conservative. Those aren't quite right..."

The shop assistant glanced in the direction Yang Fan was pointing and couldn't help but smile inwardly. Yang Fan was pointing precisely to the area where two middle-aged women were sitting. That was the section for more alluring lingerie.

"Okay, sir, what price range are you looking for? Full-coverage or partial-coverage bra? Solid color or cartoon pattern?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but wipe his sweat. Even with such a conservative selection, it was truly a headache.

"You…you decide. Price isn't a problem."

The saleswoman smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, sir, please have a seat inside. I'll help you choose right away."

Yang Fan shook his head, saying, "Never mind, I'll just stand outside. It'll be more comfortable there."

The saleswoman smiled and said, "Your thinking is understandable, but what if someone walks by? Won't they think you…"

Hearing this, Yang Fan immediately abandoned the idea. Thinking about it, it was true; it was already awkward enough for a grown man to come and buy underwear, let alone stand at the door—wasn't that just giving himself away?

Yang Fan was about to continue negotiating with her when he sensed an eerily quiet atmosphere around him. He glanced around unconsciously and saw that almost all six or seven customers in the lingerie store were peeking in his direction, their ears perked up, clearly listening to his every move.

Their actions amused Yang Fan, but also

made him feel somewhat embarrassed. What made him even more uneasy was that the enthusiastic saleswoman had already selected several sets of lingerie and was standing in front of him with samples, ready for him to choose.

"Well! How about this, I'll take all of these you chose. My friend is waiting. How much is it in total?"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the female shop owner's face lit up with a happy smile. These lingerie sets weren't cheap; a single piece was over two thousand yuan, and a set would be about five thousand yuan.

She had brought out four sets for Yang Fan to choose from, which was almost twenty thousand yuan. That was more than two thousand yuan over the cost price, equivalent to almost half a month's income for her!

"Nineteen thousand five, but I can round it down to nineteen thousand. But sir, these are samples. Please wait a moment, I'll prepare some new ones for you."

The shop assistant shrank back slightly, stopping Yang Fan from taking the lingerie.

Yang Fan scratched his head and agreed. After the shop assistant left, he found a place to sit down, intending to wait for the shop owner to finish packing them.

His choice of location was rather unfortunate. While it was in the girls' lingerie section, it was surprisingly close to the two middle-aged women who had spoken so boldly and seemed quite interested in him.

Feeling their gazes, he glanced up at them, but their intense eyes made him shiver and he quickly lowered his head.

Women whose physical needs weren't met were indeed terrifying prehistoric creatures. Just facing their gazes gave Yang Fan a sense of danger—like being targeted by two hundred desert wolves.

Should he confront these women? Ask them why they were talking nonsense, ask them how they looked like male prostitutes except for their muscular physiques?

Just thinking about these questions gave Yang Fan a headache. It would be better not to ask; if he did, he might just earn that title.

"What a joke! I, the most powerful assassin in the assassin organization, am being mistaken for a gigolo by a middle-aged woman who wants to keep me as a mistress… Good heavens! I'd rather slit my own throat!"

Yang Fan waited anxiously for a moment. When the shop assistant finished packaging the four lingerie gift boxes and put them in a paper bag, Yang Fan casually tossed her two stacks of red bills and said, "Keep the change. I have something to do, I'll be going now."

"Wait a minute, sir…"

Although a little embarrassed, the shop assistant still stepped in front of Yang Fan.

"The money… still needs to be checked."

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, then found it somewhat amusing. But since she hadn't done anything wrong, he nodded and let the shop owner put the money into the money counter.

He carried so much cash on him just for convenience, but he hadn't expected that the other person would have this concern. If he had known, he would have just used a card.

"Sir, I'm so sorry about earlier. Here's your change..."

The shop assistant bowed apologetically to Yang Fan, but Yang Fan waved his hand, indicating it was alright, and said, "No need, I said keep the change."

"By the way, sir, those two ladies over there wanted your contact information..."

A bad feeling crept into Yang Fan's heart. He glanced in the direction the shop assistant was pointing, and that feeling of being targeted by a wolf king instantly enveloped him again.

A cold sweat immediately broke out on his body.

"Haha, miss, you have a great figure. I think that lingerie would suit you very well."

Yang Fan laughed, changing the subject. As soon as the female shop owner turned her head, he immediately slipped out of the lingerie shop.

The female shop owner looked in the direction Yang Fan was pointing, and coincidentally, she saw a pair of open-fronted panties. It was a pair of panties that looked very conservative and innocent, but in the middle, there was a hole that wasn't too big or too small, for urination, and also for certain other things.

"Tch! This gentleman, really! He actually said that person would suit that outfit? Did he even know that I'm naturally bald and that those kinds of underwear get wet very easily..."

The female shopkeeper blushed and turned back, but Yang Fan was nowhere to be seen. She felt an emptiness in her heart, a slight sense of loss.

"It's not easy to find someone who appreciates you, and it's a pity that I missed out so easily..."

Coming out, Yang Fan felt a sense of relief. Just buying a few pieces of underwear for Gu Feifei felt like walking through a mountain of knives and a sea of fire—more unbearable than anything else.

Especially the gazes of those two women, so naked and undisguised, practically devouring him alive. Yang Fan seriously doubted whether, if there was no one else around, they would have become beastly and done something truly irrational and outrageous to him.

Banishing this terrible thought from his mind, Yang Fan jogged back to the hotel.

"Is that Brother Yang Fan? You bought it for me? I'm not feeling well right now, so please wait outside for a bit. Don't peek, okay? The door's not even locked!"

Gu Feifei's voice came from inside as soon as the door opened.

"I bought the clothes, you'll just have to come out and get them yourself!"

Shaking his head, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile wryly, recalling his experience buying underwear before.

"Oh..."

Gu Feifei responded softly, then fell silent.

Standing in the room for a while, Yang Fan thought about it and decided it wasn't appropriate for him to be there at this time. How could she change her clothes if he was in the room? So, whether to avoid suspicion or to avoid an awkward situation later, he should leave the room temporarily.

However, before leaving, he felt he should tell Gu Feifei. Yang Fan went to the bathroom door and, without making a sound, reached out to knock, saying, "Feifei, the clothes I bought for you are inside, I'll..."

But Yang Fan's words froze halfway through, his hand hovering in mid-air, his words stopping abruptly, his hand leaving empty air. Because the bathroom door was suddenly opened from the inside…

Chapter 79 [Police Sweep Prostitution]

“Brother Yang Fan…”

Just as Yang Fan was about to knock, Gu Feifei suddenly opened the bathroom door.

At this moment, Gu Feifei’s hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, slightly wavy, not exactly soft, but with a unique comfort to it. Her features were very delicate, but when put together, they gave people an incredibly fragile feeling.

Yes, it was those big, bright eyes that were always sparkling, as if tears were about to fall, that were so expressive and so capable of winning people’s favor and sympathy, making her look so fragile, so evoking a desire to protect her.

She was only wrapped in a white bath towel, a not-so-long towel that only reached her breasts, and barely covered her narrow, pert buttocks…

At this moment, although she couldn’t be said to be completely naked, she was hardly better off without clothes!

Every woman is a piece of fine porcelain, unique and irreplaceable; there is absolutely no other like her in the world. At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but recall his first meeting with Shen Ruoxi, and couldn't help but compare their figures!

Undoubtedly, both of them had very fair skin, but Shen Ruoxi's fairness paled in comparison to Gu Feifei's. Gu Feifei's fair skin was a translucent, crystalline white, like a freshly peeled lychee—smooth, tender, and delicate, like porcelain, so flawless it seemed to exist solely to describe her skin!

Compared to Gu Feifei's "fairness," Shen Ruoxi's advantage lay in her fullness. Her slightly plump body didn't appear fat; it was almost the perfect proportion of a perfectly rounded, jade-like figure. Rounded shoulders, full breasts, and pert, slightly larger hips… everything seemed so vividly before his eyes!

Yang Fan felt as if a fire was burning wildly inside his body, igniting his blood and internal energy. Then, the boiling blood and burning internal energy, in turn, affected his physical body, causing strange changes in a certain part of his lower body…

Yang Fan knew he couldn't stay any longer; otherwise, things would definitely take a turn for the worse. Although he also hoped things would develop in a certain direction, he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability. Yes

, take advantage of her vulnerability. In Yang Fan's view, if he did something beastly now, that would be taking advantage of her vulnerability. She trusted him so much that she dressed like this in front of him; if he did something inappropriate at this time, how would he be any different from a beast?

"You change your clothes, I'll go out for a bit!"

With this thought, Yang Fan tried to leave the room. However, just then, the door was violently kicked open from the outside, and a large group of people rushed in. "Don't move, police!"

"Police raid on prostitution, everyone stay still!"

Before Yang Fan and his companion could react, several police officers, guns drawn, stormed in, the lead officer producing a search warrant…

The first time he was in the police station was for a fight, but this second time was for allegedly soliciting prostitution! Yang Fan realized he had a natural grudge against the police station. No matter how he explained, the police officers wouldn't listen.

However, when Yang Fan and his companion were taken to the hotel lobby and saw forty or fifty men and women squatting there, he wisely shut his mouth. He knew he had inadvertently walked into a trap.

No wonder when he checked into the room, he saw more than ten heavily made-up women in the lobby, and when he looked at them, they gave him many flirtatious glances. Yang Fan didn't know at the time, but now he understands that this hotel offered special services...

Needless to say, this hotel was definitely a front for something else, using the hotel name to run a brothel.

Normally, if he had ever frequented such places, he wouldn't even need to enter the hotel to know if it was up to par. Unfortunately, he was still a virgin, hadn't even lost his virginity, so how would he know anything about this?

As for Gu Feifei, she was even less likely to know these things. And so, these two innocent young men, as blank as sheets of paper, unwittingly went to this hotel, only wanting to book a room for a few hours to change their wet clothes, but unexpectedly, they ran into a police raid on prostitution and were caught red-handed!

It has to be said that their luck was truly incredible; of all times, they booked a room right now, and right when Gu Feifei had just finished showering and was about to change!

Faced with that situation, even if Yang Fan had countless mouths, he couldn't explain himself. What frustrated him most was that the police officer told him he was suspected of soliciting a minor for prostitution, a more serious crime…

The thought of the word "minor girl" made Yang Fan's gaze involuntarily shift to Gu Feifei.

Tight jeans accentuated her curvaceous figure, and her slightly loose blue plaid cotton shirt gave her a stylish and cute look. Add to that a pair of blue casual shoes. Dressed in this outfit Yang Fan had designed for her, she looked like a college student or a cute girl next door.

Moreover, her hair wasn't tied up yet, just casually draped over her shoulders, her long, black hair further highlighting her excessively beautiful face.

At first glance, she really did look like a little girl of no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. So, the charge of soliciting a minor for prostitution wasn't entirely unfounded!

However, Yang Fan cried out in injustice because he hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was being falsely accused. This wasn't like last time. Last time, he was framed and could fight back, but this time, he was powerless to do anything.

A group of glamorously dressed women led Yang Fan and his companion to a police car. Throughout the process, Gu Feifei stayed hidden behind Yang Fan, but her face showed no tension; instead, it held a hint of excitement and curiosity!

This reassured Yang Fan slightly, but also left him speechless. Gu Feifei's reaction clearly showed her curiosity about the police car; she probably had never ridden in one before. But what was she doing reacting like this? Didn't she know she was involved in prostitution?

The police cars roared, sirens blaring. Not only at the hotel where Yang Fan and his companion were staying, but throughout the entire Yanjing area, a large-scale crackdown on prostitution and organized crime was underway.

This crackdown was personally supervised by the police chief, with all officers from various branches of the Yanjing police station mobilized to conduct a comprehensive search of all bars, KTVs, hotels, casinos, and other entertainment venues in Yanjing. Its scale was so massive that it could be called the worst crime in Yanjing in recent years!

Shen Ruoxi personally oversaw the operation at the police station, issuing order after order, while news poured in: yellow dots were being cleared, and illegal organizations were being destroyed. Each time she heard this news, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, and at the same time, the anger in her heart was finally vented.

This operation, even without the director's personal involvement, was one they dared not be negligent in the slightest. The assassination of the director on his way home the night before last was undoubtedly a slap in the face to all the police officers.

Therefore, whether based on Shen Ruoxi's remaining influence or to maintain the face of the police, they put in extra effort.

These government employees, while perhaps not the most capable, certainly had a much sharper sense of smell than the average person. The director was attacked the night before last, and today the crackdown began; anyone who wasn't a fool could figure out the reason. Undoubtedly, the director was angry!

However, Shen Ruoxi made no attempt to conceal her actions. She had long wanted to find an opportunity to wipe out the underground criminal underworld of Yanjing, but the relationships involved were complex and involved the interests of many people, making a complete takedown unlikely.

This operation also served as a warning. She didn't aim for total annihilation, but at least wanted to give them a heads-up: she was not someone to be trifled with.

For this reason, the crackdown only targeted some sex trafficking venues; the real criminal organizations were not involved. Firstly, there wasn't enough police force, and secondly, Shen Ruoxi didn't want to escalate the situation. After all, in the capital, any gang that could survive in such a place was bound to have complex relationships. While she wasn't afraid, she didn't want to cause trouble for her family.

It was also Yang Fan and his companion's bad luck that they happened to be there at this time. Normally, there were police officers investigating in hotels, but they usually just went through the motions, boasting to the hotel manager before leaving. This time, however, it was a surprise raid; they even broke down the door…

After being taken to the police station, someone immediately came to take their statement. This was originally just a procedural matter; as long as they denied everything, they would just get a small fine and that would be the end of it, since it wasn't a serious crime.

But that wasn't Yang Fan's concern. The fine was a minor issue; he couldn't forget whose territory this place belonged to. If Shen Ruoxi knew he was arrested for suspected prostitution, wouldn't she skin him alive? Besides, even if she didn't say anything, he would feel embarrassed.

But life is often strange; what you fear most often comes to pass. Just as Yang Fan was trying to find an excuse to escape quickly and avoid running into Shen Ruoxi, Shen Ruoxi, dressed in a police uniform, appeared at the interrogation site, followed by a group of police officers…

Chapter 80 [My Chief Husband]

Shen Ruoxi was always meticulous and attentive to etiquette and attire. Her tall, slender figure, nearly 1.75 meters, was perfectly framed by a full police uniform. The bright green top paired with a knee-length, flowing skirt made her appear both heroic and awe-inspiring, like a goddess, unapproachable and commanding!

Many women are beautiful at first glance, but after a while, a sense of disharmony arises. But Shen Ruoxi was different. No matter how long you looked at her face, it remained exquisite and beautiful.

Especially now, with the authority of a superior on her face, her tense expression, and her commanding gestures, she exuded a sense of fierce strength and a blend of wildness and radiance.

Seeing Shen Ruoxi, Yang Fan's smile was more like a grimace. His worst fears had come true; he prayed to Buddha, God, and Jesus for protection, but he couldn't escape this predicament!

Just as Yang Fan noticed Shen Ruoxi, she noticed him too. Upon seeing Yang Fan, Shen Ruoxi was visibly startled. The operation was nearing its end, and she wanted to check on the progress before heading home, but she never expected to find Yang Fan here.

However, the director is the director; when she saw the heavily made-up women surrounding Yang Fan, she immediately knew why he was here. In other words, if it were something serious, they wouldn't be taking statements in the lobby; they'd have to interrogate him separately in the interrogation room!

"Yang...Fan!"

she practically spat out the word through gritted teeth. Shen Ruoxi was furious. She had launched a massive operation to seek justice for Yang Fan's injury the night before last, but who would have thought that not only would he be ungrateful, but he actually... actually went to see prostitutes! And

to make matters worse, he got caught red-handed...

She had initially wondered if Yang Fan's absence last night was due to some urgent matter he hadn't had time to tell her. But now, without needing an explanation, she was certain that he hadn't returned home all night and had gone off somewhere to fool around. All her worrying about him for a whole day was for nothing; this guy was so irresponsible!

As her breathing deepened, Shen Ruoxi's already swollen chest heaved even more violently, threatening to burst forth.

However, no one was in the mood to appreciate this rare sight. Everyone present clearly felt the director's anger; she was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. Who dared to provoke her?

Moreover, Shen Ruoxi had cultivated a formidable aura of authority in front of her subordinates. Aside from working with trepidation, who dared to admire the director's beauty in her presence?

As for the prostitutes and their clients who were arrested, they were probably frequenters of such places and knew that the beautiful policewoman in front of them, who made everyone afraid to even breathe, was not someone to be trifled with. Therefore, they all wisely kept quiet and lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact...

At this moment, Yang Fan wished he could find a hole to crawl into. Shen Ruoxi's scream was like a series of steel needles piercing his spine, making him feel uneasy and indescribably embarrassed.

"Um... um, Ruoxi, you... you haven't finished work yet!"

Feeling the gazes directed at him, Yang Fan had to force a smile. But his smile was as forced as could be, looking worse than crying.

"Yang Fan, you bastard! I was worried about your safety here, and you went to find a prostitute? How could you do this to me? Humph, come home with me, and I'll show you what I'm made of!" Shen Ruoxi's

angry voice almost echoed throughout the entire police station building, her shrill voice like a thunderclap. At this moment, everyone was still shocked, completely oblivious to the harshness in her voice…

“My God, what did the Chief mean by that? Could that man be her husband? Otherwise, why would the Chief be so angry?”

“The Chief got married? We didn’t even know? But this is going to be interesting. Her husband was caught soliciting a prostitute, and it was the Chief’s husband! This is going to be interesting!”

“No way, a strong woman like the Chief gets jealous? That’s unbelievable. And we’ve never heard of her being married. Are they living together? We never thought our Chief would have such a womanly side.”

“This guy is really tough. He has a wife who’s a police chief and he still dares to go out and find prostitutes. Isn’t he afraid of launching a surprise attack? He’s a role model for us all. Amazing, truly amazing…” While everyone was astonished, the police officers also noted down Yang Fan’s physical characteristics. Regardless of anything else, they had to memorize what the bureau chief's husband looked like as soon as possible. Otherwise, if they ran into him again in some small shop, it would be a huge mistake—they might not recognize each other.

Especially the guys who had arrested Yang Fan; they were all sweating profusely. They never imagined that a raid on prostitution would lead to the bureau chief's husband's arrest. If the bureau chief found out they were the ones who arrested him, would they still be able to keep their jobs?

However, the most curious person was Gu Feifei, who was standing next to Yang Fan. Previously, perhaps because it was her first time in the police station, she showed no worry whatsoever; on the contrary, she was full of curiosity, looking around like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion.

But now, when she heard Shen Ruoxi's angry roar, she fell silent, her mouth agape. She first looked at the bewildered Yang Fan, then at the furious Shen Ruoxi, tilting her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Seeing the fierce Shen Ruoxi, Yang Fan could only manage a wry smile. Even if he hadn't done it, there was no need for such a big reaction, was there? They had no relationship whatsoever, but looking at the current situation, who would believe him?

"You, and you, come to my office!"

It must be said that Shen Ruoxi had a very keen eye; with just one glance, she saw through the relationship between Yang Fan and Gu Feifei. She also knew that in front of so many people, it wasn't the right time to question Yang Fan. After leaving those words, she turned and walked towards her office.

Shrugging, Yang Fan patted Gu Feifei's hand to reassure her, and then the two of them walked towards Shen Ruoxi's office amidst everyone's admiring gazes.

"What are you doing here? You, come in with me!"

Shen Ruoxi had been waiting for Yang Fan and Gu Feifei outside the office. When she saw Yang Fan trying to come in with her, she stopped him and, to his astonishment, pulled Gu Feifei into the room. Then, with a bang, the door slammed shut, leaving Yang Fan with only a dark doorway...

He shrugged helplessly. Shen Ruoxi's reaction was far beyond Yang Fan's expectations, but he didn't dwell on it. At this moment, he was curious about how Shen Ruoxi would deal with Gu Feifei. With Shen Ruoxi's strength, even ten Gu Feifeis wouldn't be a match for her.

"She wouldn't... wouldn't she do something irrational to Feifei?"

Images from Japanese adult films involuntarily flashed through Yang Fan's mind.

It was a scene involving whips, ropes, and candles. Shen Ruoxi held a whip in one hand and a candle in the other, while Gu Feifei was tightly bound with ropes. Both were naked, and then she pinned the other down…

Yang Fan swallowed slightly, unsure whether he was overthinking or feeling a surge of excitement at what was happening inside, perhaps related to his suspicions.

The door to Shen Ruoxi's office was thick and soundproof, but unfortunately, even with Yang Fan's special training in this area, he could still hear some of the sounds coming from inside…

Inside the room, Gu Feifei and Shen Ruoxi, one older and one younger, sized each other up. Gu Feifei was filled with curiosity about the woman in the police uniform, especially after Shen Ruoxi's words in front of so many people, which made her even more eager to know about her relationship with Yang Fan.

Shen Ruoxi, dressed in her police uniform, lacked some of the typical feminine grace, but possessed a uniquely masculine air of heroism. This heroism in a girl was very attractive.

Especially to someone like Gu Feifei, who had an innate admiration for soldiers, it was breathtaking, even making Gu Feifei feel a little inferior.

Unbeknownst to Gu Feifei, while she was observing Shen Ruoxi, the other woman was also observing her.

Gu Feifei, dressed like a girl next door, lacked some of the mature charm of a young woman, but possessed a pure and lovely aura. Her large, watery eyes had a captivating beauty, and her every glance seemed to speak volumes.

Looking into her eyes, one could no longer feel anger; in fact, one couldn't help but feel a desire to protect her.

Indeed, Shen Ruoxi felt this way. She had originally wanted to ask about the relationship between Gu Feifei and Yang Fan, but after seeing Gu Feifei's eyes, she couldn't bring herself to ask.

"Sister, you...you wouldn't happen to be Yang Fan's girlfriend, would you?"

Gu Feifei had wanted to ask this question since entering the room, but had been too shy to ask. Seeing that the other woman remained silent, she broke the silence first.

Shen Ruoxi and Yang Fan, who was eavesdropping outside the door, were both taken aback by Gu Feifei's completely unrelated guess, and then found it somewhat amusing.

However, just when Yang Fan thought Shen Ruoxi would deny it outright, and a heated argument would erupt in the room, he heard an incredulous voice.

"That's right, I am!"

Chapter 81 [Being a Concubine]

Yang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to knock on the door and go in. If Shen Ruoxi didn't open the door for him, he was prepared to break it down.

Why? He hadn't even touched her much, how could she be his girlfriend?

"You're really Yang Fan's girlfriend? That's great! What do you think of me? Being his concubine shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Shen Ruoxi's words only surprised Yang Fan.

Gu Feifei's words almost knocked him to the ground.

Were these two women out of their minds? Even if they didn't like each other, they didn't need to provoke him like this. If they really aroused him and he pushed them both away, it would be their own fault...

Similarly, Shen Ruoxi was also shocked by Gu Feifei's words. This little girl looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. What exactly was going on in her little head?

Having worked as a criminal investigator for many years, Shen Ruoxi was incredibly skilled at reading people. If she had initially thought Yang Fan was visiting prostitutes, after seeing Gu Feifei clearly, she knew things weren't so simple.

Although Gu Feifei's clothes weren't designer brands, her unique气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or aura) was something that couldn't be cultivated in an ordinary family. Especially a pure girl like her—how could she possibly work as a prostitute?

However, just as Shen Ruoxi's old suspicions subsided, new ones arose, and she was secretly furious: "That damn guy, he can lay a hand on such a delicate girl, why can't he... Ugh! What am I thinking?"

"What's your name? How come you're with that lecherous Yang Fan?"

Suppressing her inner turmoil, Shen Ruoxi forced herself to remain calm and asked.

"Me, a lecherous guy?"

Outside the door, Yang Fan couldn't help but rub his nose, a bitter smile creeping across his face. This was truly an undeserved disaster. He hadn't done anything to her, so why was he being labeled a lecher?

Yang Fan looked helpless, thinking to himself: Women, they're so petty! I just accidentally saw your half-naked body, nothing more, why are you slandering me like this?

Shaking his head, Yang Fan quickly stopped eavesdropping. Leaving aside the even more outrageous things he might hear if he kept listening, just being secretly insulted was no good. He didn't have any masochistic tendencies, nor did he enjoy being insulted.

Since he knew he couldn't do anything about the insults, why make trouble for himself? He could just pretend he didn't hear them.

Besides, judging from their conversation, they definitely wouldn't get physical. So, let them do what they want.

Amidst countless envious and admiring glances, Yang Fan leaned calmly against the wall of the corridor, watching the police handle their case.

For a moment, he felt quite at ease. He would occasionally steal glances at the women of varying looks, finding it quite amusing to watch how they handled police questioning.

While those ordinary girls couldn't compare to Gu Feifei and her group, their bold and alluring attire, that half-concealed, half-revealing effect, was still very tempting to a virgin like Yang Fan!

Just as Yang Fan was lost in thought, a sound came from the door next to him, and then the door opened, revealing Shen Ruoxi and Gu Feifei standing before him.

"Ruoxi, actually, it's like this..."

Yang Fan immediately explained upon seeing Shen Ruoxi.

Gu Feifei interrupted Yang Fan, saying, "Brother Yang Fan, don't worry! I've already explained everything to Sister Ruoxi, and... hehe, she's even planning to adopt me as her god-sister. Sister Ruoxi said you're pursuing her, so you'd better try your best!"

"Feifei!"

Shen Ruoxi hadn't expected Gu Feifei, who looked so gentle and weak, to be so outspoken! Such embarrassing words, even just thinking about them makes one's cheeks burn, how could she say them so easily?

Yang Fan rubbed his nose, utterly astonished: since the matter was already resolved, why call him down? And why did she want to? Moreover, he sensed a hidden meaning in Gu Feifei's words. He secretly glanced at her and, sure enough, saw the young girl looking at him expectantly, but as soon as he looked at her, she immediately looked away.

"What's this little girl up to?"

They say a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, and Gu Feifei, though young, was equally unfathomable. Especially since Yang Fan had just overheard her telling Shen Ruoxi that she wanted to be his concubine, and now she was telling him to pursue Shen Ruoxi?

Little did Yang Fan know that Gu Feifei had said those words to avoid an awkward situation between her and Shen Ruoxi, deliberately mentioning being Yang Fan's concubine to disrupt Shen Ruoxi's thoughts. Although she was simple-minded, she wasn't stupid; on the contrary, she knew how to use her advantages.

However, she was unaware that Yang Fan had overheard their conversation, so she didn't think much of it. As for her deliberately suggesting Yang Fan pursue Shen Ruoxi, it was simply to see their reactions…

Perhaps due to the crackdown tonight, the usually bustling night market was unusually quiet. Many shops on the street had closed early, and even some night markets seemed unusually deserted.

A black police car sped along the road, finally stopping at the entrance of Peking University. The door opened, and three figures jumped out—it was Gu Feifei and her two companions.

“Feifei, should we take you inside?”

Shen Ruoxi broke the silence first.

"No need, Sister Ruoxi, it's getting late, you two go back first, I can go in by myself. Don't worry, this is a school, it'll be fine!"

Gu Feifei said with a smile.

"Then Feifei, be careful!"

Yang Fan, who always felt a little awkward being caught between the two girls, had to speak up at this moment.

"Okay, goodbye Brother Yang Fan! Goodbye Sister Ruoxi!"

Gu Feifei waved and smiled at the two of them, then turned and walked into the school.

"What a nice girl, I really feel sorry for her!"

Shen Ruoxi actually said.

"..."

Yang Fan glanced at Shen Ruoxi with slight surprise, and after realizing that she wasn't being sarcastic, he said, "Actually, Ruolan is also a good girl, maybe your expectations of her are too high!"

"Hmph, don't mention that brat to me, she hasn't even shown her face for so many days, not even called me once, and she's caused me so much trouble! Enough said, get in the car!"

Mentioning Shen Ruolan made Shen Ruoxi furious.

Touching his nose, Yang Fan didn't dare say anything more. Although the other party's meaning was clear—that he was the one in trouble—he knew he was in the wrong and could only remain silent at this moment…

The car continued on its way, but this time, it was unusually quiet. Shen Ruoxi focused intently on the police car ahead, never once glancing at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan, though wanting to speak, could only swallow his words upon seeing her frosty expression.

"Why don't you pull over and I'll get out first?"

Yang Fan said softly only after the car had driven quite a distance from Peking University.

"What? Something wrong?"

Still not looking at Yang Fan, Shen Ruoxi said indifferently.

"I think... I think I'll find a hotel and make do for the night!"

"What? You regretted not going to a prostitute earlier, now you're trying to salvage the situation? But let me tell you, there's a crackdown going on lately, and those prostitutes aren't clean. You don't want to accidentally get yourself into trouble!" "

..."

Yang Fan was speechless. Why was this girl so explosive? He still had to explain, "It's already the third day. I think I should be sensible and leave, otherwise I'll lose face big time if I get kicked out!"

"Hmph, someone with skin thicker than a city wall like you cares about face? Besides, who told you it's the third day? Isn't there still one night left?"

Shen Ruoxi glared at Yang Fan.

"So I can still sleep at your place for the night?"

Hearing her tone, it seemed there was still a chance, so Yang Fan immediately pressed on. At this point, he didn't care about sleeping on the sofa anymore.

Shen Ruoxi blushed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "Do you think this is a hotel? You can come and go as you please? Let me tell you, without my permission, you'd better stay here obediently. The day I'm in a bad mood and want to kick you out, then you can get lost!"

With that, Shen Ruoxi deliberately turned her face towards the car window to avoid her embarrassment. For some reason, when she heard Yang Fan say he was leaving, she suddenly felt an emptiness in her heart. Although she didn't know why, reason told her she couldn't let Yang Fan leave.

That's why she deliberately put on a fierce look. Even so, she still felt her face burning. She had actually found a reason to keep a man here—how unbelievable! Yet she had done it, and done it so confidently… Yang Fan didn't notice Shen Ruoxi's change. At this moment, he was already so excited about her agreeing to let him stay that he almost screamed. Although staying with Shen Ruoxi meant he was destined to sleep on the sofa, he still thoroughly enjoyed this lifestyle.

Compared to living with Dongfang Lan, he could at least reduce many temptations, both physically and mentally. Between being able to see but not touch and being unable to see at all, Yang Fan preferred the latter. After all, having no hope would make him give up, but if there was some hope but no end in sight, he would collapse!

Chapter 82 [Are you up to it?]

Yang Fan was in a good mood today, unaffected by his time in jail. One reason was, of course, that Shen Ruoxi continued to take him in. Lin

Wan'er taught him in the morning, and nothing happened between them. One focused on her lesson, and the other listened attentively. But as soon as class ended, Yang Fan was stopped by Lin Wan'er again.

Today, Lin Wan'er was wearing a black casual suit skirt, but the suit jacket was unbuttoned, casually open, revealing a white tight-fitting round-neck t-shirt underneath. The neckline of the t-shirt was very low, revealing a considerable amount of her full, round, snow-white skin.

Her black leather skirt was very high, just an inch or so above her underwear. Paired with flesh-colored stockings, her long, beautiful legs could easily captivate any man's gaze. If she stood on the street, she would definitely be a top-tier car hazard.

It was still that tastefully decorated office. Yang Fan followed Lin Wan'er there with slight surprise. Logically, now that she knew his identity, she shouldn't be causing him any trouble, but judging from her expression, she was clearly not friendly…

"Teacher Lin, what do you need me for?"

Helpless, Yang Fan could only ask tentatively.

"Yang Fan, I'm asking you, do you admit you're a student in the Chinese Literature Department? Do you admit I'm your class teacher?" Ignoring

Yang Fan's confusion, Lin Wan'er sat on the sofa and asked in return.

"Huh?"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, not understanding why she would ask such a question.

Seeing Yang Fan remain silent, Lin Wan'er continued, "Of course, if you insist on bringing up that identity, I can't help you. If so, just pretend I didn't ask anything, and you can go back to the classroom!"

Yang Fan naturally knew what she meant by that identity, and it was indeed true. Although she didn't want to admit his status as her junior uncle, the fact remained.

But Yang Fan also knew that now was not the time to argue about this issue. He collected his thoughts and said, "Teacher Lin, what are you saying? Didn't we say before that we each have our own roles? At school, you are still the teacher, and I am the student."

"Okay, Yang Fan, that's exactly what I wanted to hear!"

Yang Fan was about to say something when Lin Wan'er suddenly jumped up excitedly, picked up a stack of materials from the table, and handed them to him, saying, "Take a look. Here are the materials for your martial arts competition, and also the registration form for the school's summer sports meet in a few days. I've filled them out for you!"

"What?"

Only then did Yang Fan realize that he had been tricked by Lin Wan'er again without even realizing it. No wonder she said things like she wasn't his homeroom teacher before; it was all to shut him up and prevent him from using his "junior uncle" status!

He naturally knew what was going on with the martial arts tournament; it was undoubtedly Wang Tianhao who had used some means to bribe Lin Wan'er into agreeing. As for the summer sports meet, he didn't care much.

In fact, the whole situation wasn't too far off from Yang Fan's guess. Unable to force Yang Fan to accept the challenge directly, Wang Tianhao chose to approach Lin Wan'er.

He knew Lin Wan'er's personality very well—a fiery temper. If he used the right methods, he wasn't worried about her disagreeing.

Upon hearing the news, Lin Wan'er agreed almost without hesitation, even guaranteeing that Yang Fan would participate in the competition.

Her reasons were twofold: firstly, she wanted to use this opportunity to teach Yang Fan a lesson; secondly, Lin Wan'er had always wanted to test Yang Fan's strength and see if he lived up to the title of "Junior Martial Uncle." Therefore, the two were practically in agreement!

As for the summer sports meet, Lin Wan'er didn't really think about revenge against Yang Fan. She knew that Yang Fan practiced martial arts, and his physique was far superior to ordinary people. Having him participate in the sports meet could bring several honors to the class—a win-win situation, so why wouldn't she do it?

Therefore, based on all of the above, Yang Fan was unwittingly betrayed by Lin Wan'er. However, he wasn't particularly concerned. He hadn't taken the sports meet to heart at all, and as for Wang Tianhao's provocation, if he wanted to embarrass him, he'd just return the favor…

However, having been tricked like this, Yang Fan felt a little resentful. After all, he was her nominal junior uncle, wasn't he? She had actually set a trap for him; if he didn't teach her a lesson, wouldn't she rebel?

Watching Yang Fan flip through the documents in his hand, Lin Wan'er gave him a half-smile, said nothing, and lazily leaned back on the sofa.

Her knees were too close to the table in front of the sofa, causing her some discomfort, so she unconsciously stepped back slightly, crossing her legs.

In that fleeting glance, Yang Fan was startled to discover that beneath Lin Wan'er's black leather skirt, a faint glimpse of black stood out starkly against her crossed white thighs.

"No way!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow hard. Although he was still a virgin, it didn't mean he was completely ignorant about the female body. That barely visible black was definitely not clothing; it could only be…

"This girl is really open-minded; you can't tell at all! But I heard she doesn't wear underwear under her skirt, which is quite comfortable. I wonder if she's a staunch defender of this theory." "Yang Fan!"

It turned out that Yang Fan was slightly dazed, his thoughtful expression, and the direction his gaze was pointing betrayed his shameless behavior.

Lin Wan'er noticed, but she didn't want to sit up straight too quickly and make it too obvious, embarrassing everyone. She could only slightly turn her face away, pretending not to care, and then give Yang Fan a warning look.

Yang Fan knew that she meant to tell him that she was now his teacher, and if he displeased her, she had countless ways to make him suffer.

Yang Fan chuckled dryly and said, "Teacher Lin is truly beautiful."

Lin Wan'er was caught off guard by Yang Fan's abrupt compliment, unsure whether to laugh or get angry. A blush crept onto her cheeks.

Even though she was used to such situations and had hardened her mind, rarely showing any emotion, she couldn't help but blush. Having her little secret exposed was indeed a strange feeling.

"Go away! Go away! Go away! Have you finished looking? Are you going to answer or not?"

To hide her embarrassment, Lin Wan'er could only pout.

"I'll think about it!"

Slightly embarrassed, Yang Fan looked away, not giving a direct answer.

"Fine, then think it over. You don't need to go anywhere this afternoon. Just think it over here. Don't worry, I'll wait for the result with you!"

Lin Wan'er wasn't about to let Yang Fan off the hook, pressing him further.

Seeing the strange look in Yang Fan's eyes, Lin Wan'er scolded him angrily, "What are you thinking? Even if I were willing, could you do it?"

Could you do it... could you do it... could you...

For a man, being questioned by a woman about his ability is undoubtedly a serious provocation, and no one could tolerate such a challenge, Yang Fan being no exception.

Moreover, putting aside Lin Wan'er's status, she was undeniably beautiful. Her identity as a teacher only added to her allure... Therefore, Lin Wan'er's provocation truly stirred something within Yang Fan.

"Beautiful teacher, oh, a teacher..."

Seeing Yang Fan's increasingly dangerous gaze, Lin Wan'er was startled. She knew she had made a mistake. Saying such provocative things to a man could easily lead to that kind of thing, but she felt unwilling to take back her words.

In a moment of crisis, Lin Wan'er had a sudden inspiration: "If you're not worried about running out of energy during the competition, then go ahead, it's up to you, I won't resist."

"Go ahead, I won't resist!"

Upon hearing this, the flame flickering in Yang Fan's eyes suddenly died down. Right now, it really wasn't a good time!

It wasn't that he was genuinely afraid of running out of energy; firstly, he hadn't agreed to the competition yet, and secondly, he didn't really care about it. His hesitation stemmed from the fact that the time, place, and people weren't suitable.

This was, after all, an office, and someone could come at any moment. Secondly, Yang Fan could sense that Lin Wan'er was mostly acting out of spite; she was, after all, his senior brother's daughter, and if he really pushed her down, it wouldn't be good for his senior brother.

But if he just gave in like that, Yang Fan would feel somewhat resentful. Because her words were a blatant disregard for his male dignity!

Yang Fan's eyes darted around, and he approached Lin Wan'er with a half-smile: "Teacher Lin is so kind, letting me do whatever I want." Seeing Yang Fan's somewhat wicked smile, Lin Wan'er unconsciously shrank back in her chair. She increasingly felt that her words had really stirred up a hornet's nest.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Yang Fan smiled wickedly: "If I don't want to do anything, what's there to do? It's easier to do something as a teacher."

"Do... teacher... shameful!"

Lin Wan'er's face flushed slightly. She thought she had seen all kinds of situations, and that she would be lucky not to manipulate a novice like Yang Fan. Who would have thought that a few words from him would lead her into such a shameful corner.

Her body felt weak, and Lin Wan'er slumped on the sofa, unable to move. A slight chill ran down her lower body, and the sticky feeling between her thighs wouldn't go away!

"P.S.: The outburst has temporarily subsided. Brothers, let's give it a boost with some flowers! Flowers give us motivation. Whether we can continue the outburst depends on you brothers. I'm waiting here for your good news, ready to continue the outburst at any time!"

Chapter 83 [Serving with Hands]

Lin Wan'er wanted to get angry, wanted to slap Yang Fan and drive him away. But this big boy had already left a deep shadow in her heart. That shadow had already occupied a certain place in her heart.

If she were to harden her heart and take action, Lin Wan'er really couldn't bring herself to do it. But if she let this situation continue, she didn't know what kind of terrible situation would occur between the two of them.

Yang Fan moved step by step, slowly walking towards Lin Wan'er, the smile on his face never changing, but the evil meaning on his face was becoming stronger and stronger.

Lin Wan'er felt that if she didn't resist and let this situation continue, perhaps her years of persistence would collapse at this moment. She would also become completely dependent on this man, forced to live under his wings.

"Believe it or not, I can rout you with just my hands?"

Lin Wan'er could hardly believe her own voice came out of her mouth.

"How could this be? How did it turn out like this?"

Lin Wan'er wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it; it would be better than facing such an embarrassing situation.

Hearing Lin Wan'er's words, Yang Fan's gaze involuntarily fell on her small hands.

What a pair of warm, jade-like, slender, and elegant hands! In the past few days, he had never really looked closely at Lin Wan'er's beautiful hands.

Perhaps it was because she habitually kept her hands in her pockets or clothes, or perhaps she habitually crossed her arms, rarely showing them.

Now, seeing Lin Wan'er's beautiful hands, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of impulse, wanting her to use those hands to measure him, grind soybeans…

"Is that so? Why don't we try?"

Saying this, Yang Fan himself felt increasingly wicked.

Hearing Yang Fan's slightly teasing voice, Lin Wan'er was both ashamed and angry, but she refused to give in.

"That guy is really despicable! But how could I admit defeat? I'll show you my power! Using that skill for this is really... embarrassing!"

Because Lin Zhentian wasn't sure he'd teach the sisters martial arts, Lin Wan'er hadn't truly practiced any martial arts, only some basic exercises for strengthening her body.

In her spare time, she unexpectedly acquired a technique. This technique wasn't for cultivating true qi, but rather a method similar to hidden weapon training, albeit incomplete.

According to the technique's description, if one mastered it, a single strike would unleash countless cold flashes. It could extract moisture from the air and use it as a weapon.

Whether it was truly that miraculous, Lin Wan'er didn't know, but after practicing for many years, nothing else changed; her small hands became increasingly smooth and soft!

The rubbing and kneading truly had countless uses and benefits...

Although Lin Wan'er had never done *that* with anyone, she was still a woman, and she had moments of passion, and sometimes, under the moonlight, she would watch adult films to relieve her loneliness.

Having experimented with props before, Lin Wan'er was brimming with confidence that she could surpass even the best actresses in adult films in terms of nasal techniques.

Moreover, once activated, her technique could unleash ten, even dozens, of thrusts instantly! At such a rapid pace, what man wouldn't be utterly defeated?

This was the source of Lin Wan'er's confidence, her inner strength!

Yang Fan, unaware of this, only saw the soft, white skin of Lin Wan'er's hands, imagining the sensation of being caressed and played with by those small hands. His breathing became somewhat disordered, and he moved closer step by step.

The distance between them grew ever closer, and Lin Wan'er's breathing also became somewhat erratic.

She wasn't the kind of woman who had never stood close to a man; she believed that no man in the world could move her heart.

But now, even before Yang Fan had done anything, just as he was approaching step by step, she unconsciously began to match his breathing rhythm, slowly becoming erratic, and her body gradually heated up.

What embarrassed her even more was the increasingly intense greasy feeling between her legs. She even wondered if she would suddenly stand up and a pool of water would form beneath her...

"Teacher Lin, how about you serve me?"

Even the longest distance eventually comes to an end. Yang Fan finally reached Lin Wan'er, arms crossed, looking down at her on the sofa.

At this moment, Yang Fan's eyes gleamed with an unusual light, completely different from his usual self. Two barely visible crimson dots appeared in his dark eyes, and an unusual aura seemed to emanate from him.

This aura was invisible and intangible, yet it clearly reached Lin Wan'er's nose. Smelling this scent, a look of confusion appeared in her eyes. While her heart raced with panic, her small hands inexplicably reached out... What she

saw was shocking, more exaggerated than any adult film Lin Wan'er had ever seen. The slightly sweet, fishy smell was something she had never smelled before, yet she didn't find it repulsive at all.

Her mind was a complete mess. Ever since Yang Fan started getting closer, her brain had been malfunctioning, and now it was especially muddled. When her small hand touched that monstrous thing, under Yang Fan's influence, it spontaneously began to move!

Every woman's hand is different. Lin Wan'er's small hand had both the pinkness of a little girl and the smoothness of a young woman. For a girl her age, hands are one of the most beautiful parts of the body.

Under her skillful hands, Yang Fan felt as if a part of his body was stepping into a downy quilt, soft, smooth, and somewhat warm. Unfortunately, that warmth was only slight, not intense. Compared to a real woman's body, it was naturally much inferior, and compared to a mouth, it was far inferior...

Yang Fan, who had initially felt quite comfortable, couldn't help but feel somewhat bored after thinking about a real woman's body and mouth. His thrusting movements unconsciously slowed down.

After her initial confusion, Lin Wan'er slowly came to her senses. She glanced at the menacing object in her hands and immediately closed her eyes, too frightened to look. But the thing was in her grasp, and even though she didn't want to see it, she couldn't help but feel it.

Especially with her hands clenched tightly, she could clearly feel every angle and detail; little by little, its complete image slowly began to form in her mind.

Everyone likes to replace something they find unappealing at first glance with something they like. Lin Wan'er loved ice cream, so naturally, she imagined the object in her hand as a nut chocolate ice cream.

Why nut chocolate? That's because chocolate is black, and nuts are angular, hanging on the chocolate like exposed veins...

At this moment, neither of them noticed that behind Yang Fan, a blood-red dragon was slowly forming. The dragon's shadow sometimes merged with Yang Fan, sometimes separated from him. Each time it merged, the red light in his eyes would intensify, and when it separated, his eyes would briefly become dazed!

At this moment, although Yang Fan was still in "battle" mode, his consciousness had already become blurred. If he could still see inward, he would find that the Great Circulation of Qi within his body, formed by forty-nine small circulations, was now operating at an unprecedented speed.

Each time the Great Circulation was completed, the true Qi within his body would rapidly flow throughout his body, and during this flow, faint traces of blood would separate from the dragon's shadow behind him and merge into his meridians.

When the energy in the meridian reached the perineum, it automatically surged into Yang Fan's body, which resembled a javelin, and finally entered Lin Wan'er's body through her small hand. After circulating within her body once, the true energy returned to Yang Fan's body.

However, during this cycle, the blood shadow emanating from the dragon's shadow was slowly neutralized. The true energy that returned to Yang Fan's body began to calm down, and the Great Circulation of Qi within his body finally returned to normal.

In the tastefully decorated office, spring was in full bloom, infinitely alluring, and indescribably ambiguous. Even the air seemed to be filled with molecules that stirred restlessness. However, the two parties who created this restlessness were both caught in a special aura. They didn't react to anything that was happening. They just kept repeating mechanical movements, back and forth, tirelessly...

Yang Fan's body trembled more and more violently. Time passed by, but he showed no signs of stopping. He repeated the movements countless times, but he always felt that he was still missing a little bit. If the stimulation was just a little bit stronger, he could release completely.

He felt a soft, bone-deep tenderness gradually enveloping him, a sensation akin to his soul soaring to heaven, unleashing the power he had been searching for.

After an unknown amount of time, the Great Circulation of Qi within Yang Fan's body finally calmed completely. The crimson dragon shadow behind him slowly faded. Simultaneously, he seemed to have found that special feeling; countless offspring within him, at the instant the crimson dragon shadow merged with him, completely detached from his body…

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

Reaching his peak, Yang Fan felt all his strength leave him, rushing towards Lin Wan'er.

“Ah…”

The moment the liquid hit her face, Lin Wan'er awoke from her strange state. However, in that instant, streams of white liquid, like water dragons, sprayed onto her face. Hot, sticky, like snot, it made her uncomfortable.

Even worse, the white liquid slowly flowed down her cheeks…

Chapter 84 [Born with the Dragon]

“Ah…”

Lin Wan’er’s scream signaled the end of it all. However, at the same time she screamed, Yang Fan’s upright body suddenly fell straight backward. By the time Lin Wan’er reacted, Yang Fan had already fainted…

“What… what happened?”

The sudden change left Lin Wan’er completely dumbfounded. Not only had she done something so foolish, but this situation had also occurred.

“Is this guy faking it?”

Although she thought this, Lin Wan’er was still busy checking Yang Fan’s body, not even having time to wipe the liquid still stuck to his face.

“Ah…”

However, as soon as her fingers touched Yang Fan, another scream came from her mouth. Because she found that Yang Fan’s body was now frighteningly hot. She had only touched him with her fingertips for a moment, and she almost got a blister.

In a short time, Yang Fan's clothes began to dry and shrivele, rapidly shrinking under the high temperature, turning into black, gelatinous patches that adhered to his body. Then they crumbled into powder without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan appeared naked before Lin Wan'er. But at this moment, she had no time for embarrassment. Although she didn't understand what had happened to Yang Fan, the situation was undoubtedly dire.

However, Lin Wan'er dared not touch Yang Fan easily. Although she hadn't practiced real martial arts, she understood some basic principles. Yang Fan was definitely experiencing some kind of condition, and if she rashly moved him, it might cause irreparable damage.

Without his clothes, the dragon tattoos on Yang Fan's body were completely exposed. Mysterious tattoos covered his entire body, like real dragons. Combined with his flushed skin and beads of sweat, he looked like a living dragon draped over his body.

Especially the dragon head on his chest, its eyes flashing with an eerie red light, as if it had come alive. Its entire body seemed to be struggling, trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

"No, I have to call Dad immediately!"

Seeing this bizarre situation, Lin Wan'er didn't dare delay and immediately dialed Lin Zhentian's number. In her opinion, only her father could solve this problem.

Peking University and Tianwei Martial Arts Hall were only a street apart. After receiving the call, Lin Zhentian rushed over. Taking advantage of this time, Lin Wan'er finally had time to wipe the suspicious liquid off her face.

Thinking back to what had happened, she still felt like she was in a dream. She remembered that the moment her eyes met Yang Fan's, her mind was in a daze, and her body's reactions were completely beyond her control.

Although she knew what she was doing, she was powerless to stop it. Especially the moment her hand touched the other person's object, she clearly felt a surge of intense heat flowing into her body.

At first, she thought it was just a normal physiological reaction, but when the heat circulated through her body once and then returned, she realized something was amiss. That

energy was actually the legendary true qi! Although it only circulated within her body once, some of it remained in her body during that process.

Not only that, but during this circulation, it was like a complete transformation, thoroughly strengthening her physique!

She didn't know that at this moment, all her meridians were already open, and she still had a source of true qi remaining within her. Even more remarkably, she hadn't even experienced the Small Heavenly Circuit of cultivation; through Yang Fan's unconscious interaction with her, she had actually memorized the Great Heavenly Circuit!

In other words, her future cultivation would directly skip all levels before the Innate Realm, starting from the Fetal Breathing Realm. Her starting point was the endpoint of countless people's lifelong struggles. One can imagine how high her future achievements would be if she began cultivating!

Lin Wan'er clearly felt that her body was much more relaxed than before. Her vision, hearing, and even her perception of her surroundings had reached an unprecedented peak. Aside from the initial unease of doing "that" for the first time, her current state was exceptionally good!

However, while Lin Wan'er was reaping endless benefits, Yang Fan was facing an unprecedented crisis. At this moment, the seal within his body, influenced by external forces, showed signs of breaking…

The story of the seal dates back to Yang Fan's birth.

His master said that at his birth, extraordinary phenomena occurred: lightning and thunder, and the shadow of a dragon flickered in the sky. Moreover, he was born alongside a dragon!

Therefore, immediately upon birth, he possessed a dragon soul, but this dragon soul was not auspicious; rather, it was formed from fierce and bloody energy. This was related to the location of his birth.

Of course, his master didn't explain these things to him in detail. He only knew that an extra soul, not his own, existed within him. Every full moon night, this dragon soul would interfere with his mind, triggering the malevolent energy within him and temporarily controlling his soul.

It was for this reason that for the past eighteen years, he had lived in the temple with his master, undergoing daily purification by Buddhist power in addition to his training, in order to suppress the dragon soul within him.

However, after eighteen years of effort, with his master's help, he had almost completely controlled the dragon soul, which was why his master felt comfortable letting him leave the mountain.

But today, perhaps due to the absorption of Lin Wan'er's pure Yin energy, the dragon soul within him suddenly awakened, even being countered by her, causing his soul to be temporarily sealed by the dragon soul.

The entity now controlling Yang Fan's body is not his soul. The instant he released his life essence and the dragon shadow behind him completely merged with him, his soul was cast into a void. Simultaneously, on the surface of his soul, a furious, blood-red dragon coiled tightly around him like a python, seemingly intent on utterly pulverizing him.

"What's going on?"

Although Yang Fan couldn't perceive anything in his body, he could still think. He immediately noticed the blood dragon binding his body.

He could almost picture its appearance with his eyes closed, for it had been with him for eighteen years. Although he had never seen its true form, he saw the dragon markings on its body every day. This blood dragon was the true soul of the dragon markings!

The moment Yang Fan saw the blood dragon, he immediately understood what was happening. Similar incidents had occurred to him countless times before.

He knew that the dragon soul sealed within him must have taken advantage of his momentary lapse in vigilance while he was with Lin Wan'er, launching a sudden counterattack to try and control him.

Previously, on the night of the full moon, when the dragon soul absorbed the moon's essence, its power would surge, and at that time, Yang Fan was utterly powerless against it. But this time, it was because he had relaxed his guard, allowing the dragon soul to find an opening.

In recent years, as his strength had increased and his understanding of the dragon soul had grown, Yang Fan had been able to consistently overpower it. While he couldn't completely destroy it, it had no chance of possessing his body.

This, while giving him complete control of his body, had also caused the dragon soul within him to accumulate increasing resentment. That was why this counterattack was stronger than ever before, even attempting to destroy his soul!

"You've coexisted with me for eighteen years, you should have disappeared long ago. Since you want to die, then let me completely destroy you!"

Having an extra soul within him would make anyone uncomfortable, and Yang Fan was no exception. Although this dragon soul had no other consciousness besides being violent and bloodthirsty, it still made Yang Fan very uncomfortable, giving him a feeling that he wasn't normal.

Especially this time, it actually counterattacked at the moment when his consciousness was most relaxed, even trying to regain control of him. If it succeeded, then from now on, he would be completely reduced to a mindless killing machine.

How could Yang Fan not be furious in such a situation? Enraged, Yang Fan immediately launched a counterattack…

The struggle against the dragon was very simple, yet fraught with danger. Because Yang Fan didn't need to do anything; he only needed to guard his spiritual platform, ensuring it remained clear at all times. In this way, even if the dragon soul was strong, it couldn't control him.

It was like possession, a battle of souls and willpower; whoever could persist to the end would achieve final victory. The dragon soul's awakening has a limited time limit; once this time is over, it will automatically fall into slumber. Yang Fan's task is to persevere during this awakening period…

In the void, Yang Fan and the dragon soul continue their struggle. At this moment, his body temperature rises higher and higher, his skin turns increasingly red, and even black liquid is faintly being expelled from his body under the intense heat.

These black impurities then dry and solidify on his skin, turning him into a black mud figure.

However, it is precisely this cover of black impurities that prevents Lin Wan'er from noticing the ring on Yang Fan's thumb. Just as his body temperature reaches a critical point, it suddenly emits faint white light and penetrates into his body…

Chapter 85 [Nine True Words]

That glowing ring is the Buddha bone relic that Yang Fan seized from the Nether Serpent. Because it closely resembles a ring and causes no discomfort when worn, Yang Fan simply uses it as an ornament.

Using relics left by Buddha Shakyamuni as ornaments—if this news got out, not only would Yang Fan face countless attacks from Buddhist believers, but even the usually mild-mannered Buddhist monks would likely hunt him down!

After all, this is a blatant provocation and desecration of Buddhism! Even if Shakyamuni were reborn, he would probably be furious!

However, whether Buddha Shakyamuni would be angry or not is unknown. After the milky-white energy entered Yang Fan's body, his body underwent further changes…

After circulating within him, the milky-white energy gradually suppressed his body temperature. Otherwise, if the temperature continued to rise, the high temperature would completely destroy his organs.

Once this energy controlled Yang Fan's body temperature, it began to burrow into his bones.

The human body has 206 bones, divided into four parts: the skull, trunk bones, upper jaw bones, and lower jaw bones. This milky-white energy completely enveloped all 206 bones!

Then, this milky-white energy began to permeate the bones, and during this process, impurities were expelled from Yang Fan's bones… This

milky-white energy seemed to have strengthened his entire skeleton. Although the shape of the regenerated bones remained unchanged, their surfaces radiated a diamond-like brilliance, and the bones were also slightly transparent, shimmering with light, giving an impression of indestructibility.

If someone could see Yang Fan's bones now, they would find that his entire skeleton emitted a faint glow, like the most beautiful crystal. The bones were of moderate size and perfect shape. If his bones were taken out and examined, they would undoubtedly be the most harmonious and perfect skeleton in the world!

These bones alone were stronger than the hardest metal in the world; even the sharpest weapon would not be able to completely cut them, at most severing his flesh and meridians!

It could be said that Yang Fan's misfortune turned into a blessing in disguise. After his bones were strengthened, his overall strength experienced a qualitative leap, his entire body brimming with explosive power, and his bones containing a vast amount of life essence. It's even possible that even if Yang Fan's physical body rotted away, leaving only his bones, he wouldn't necessarily die!

At the same time, while battling the dragon soul in the void, Yang Fan suddenly felt a vast power emanating from the void. Before he could react, his soul consciousness was swept up by that energy and sucked into another mysterious space.

In the instant he was enveloped by that vast energy, he "saw" the dragon soul that had been wrapped around him instantly covered by a white aura, and the next moment, the dragon soul was completely suppressed!

When his consciousness returned, Yang Fan found himself in a different sky. And before him appeared a gigantic seal.

This deity has one face and two arms, long hair flowing down its shoulders, a furrowed brow, and glaring eyes. Two tiger teeth protrude from the corners of its mouth, giving it a fierce expression. It wears a slanted robe and a flowing skirt, holding a sword in its right hand and a rope in its left. It stands in a childlike posture surrounded by flames of wisdom.

At the same time, a series of Sanskrit chants reached Yang Fan's ears...

"Nangma Siddhi, Siddhi, Su Siddhi, Siddhi Gara, Raya Kuja, Samma Masili, Ajama Siddhi Svaha..."

"Acala!"

Upon seeing this deity, Yang Fan immediately recognized it as Acala, one of the Five Great Vidyarajas of Buddhism.

Acala is the command body of all Buddhas, also known as the King of Vidyarajas, the Great Powerful Acala, or the Eternal Vajra, and is the principal deity of the Five Great Vidyarajas.

Acala, by the command of Vairocana Buddha, manifests in a wrathful form to subdue all demons. His form is a transformation for those stubborn, deluded beings, obscured by demonic obstacles, to awaken them and frighten away these obstacles.

His right eye looks upward, signifying his ability to bind the heavenly demon; his left eye looks downward, signifying the burning of dragon demons and asuras; his forehead eye looks straight ahead, signifying the subjugation of yakshas and rakshasas. A snake hangs around his neck, representing the "angering mind" that eliminates the root of afflictions. Adorned with five skulls and the image of Akshobhya Buddha, it symbolizes the elimination of all evil obstacles.

The sword in his hand is not an ordinary blade, but a sword of wisdom, capable of severing the root of afflictions. The rope in his left hand is used to bind all demons. According

to the commentary on the Mahavairocana Sutra, Volume 5, this deity sits on a rock throne in the form of a child. He has seven topknots on his head, with braided hair hanging down to his left shoulder. His left eye is slightly closed, and his lower teeth are biting his upper lip, displaying a wrathful expression. He carries a raging fire on his back, holds a sharp sword in his right hand, and a noose in his left, posing as if to sever afflictions.

Yang Fan, having studied Buddhism since childhood, was naturally well-versed in Buddhist matters and immediately recognized the mudra as belonging to Acala, the Immovable King of Buddhism. However, he couldn't understand why Acala's Dharma body would appear here, and what kind of place this was.

In the instant that many thoughts arose in Yang Fan's mind, Acala moved. She clasped her hands together, her index fingers extended and touching, making a series of strange movements. At the same time, obscure and difficult Buddhist scriptures appeared unexpectedly deep within Yang Fan's mind…

Acala's movements became faster and more complex, until finally, Yang Fan could only see blurry afterimages, and the scriptures became increasingly intricate. Even with his limited understanding of Buddhism, he couldn't comprehend their meaning.

Yet, those Buddhist teachings seemed engraved deep within his mind; though incomprehensible, he forcibly memorized them. Moreover, even Yang Fan himself was unaware that, without realizing it, he had begun to mimic the other's hand movements, his ten fingers flying in unison, making strange gestures...

Yang Fan seemed possessed, inexplicably repeating those movements, though his eyes remained clear throughout. Furthermore, as his fingers continued to move, invisible flames appeared behind him.

These flames were very similar to the wisdom fire behind Acala, only much paler in color. However, as Yang Fan's finger movements accelerated, the flames behind him slowly condensed, eventually forming a hand seal. Although

this hand seal appeared intangible, even merely a phantom, the moment it formed, Yang Fan felt as if he had merged with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his entire body brimming with power.

His mind and body remained still; at this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Acala. Unmoved by anything, he maintained a state of perfect composure. His mind and body were indescribably calm at this moment, as if his essence, energy, and spirit had become one, and he had entered a state of profound clarity.

"Those who see my form will awaken the Bodhi mind; those who hear my name will sever evil and cultivate goodness; those who hear my Dharma will attain great wisdom; those who know my heart will attain Buddhahood in this very life!"

Yang Fan's expression turned intensely angry, but not the kind of anger born of emotional change. On the contrary, at this moment, his mind was as clear as a mirror. At this instant, he seemed to feel that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he could overcome all obstacles without wavering!

"The Immovable King Mudra? The Mantra of the Three Worlds King? The Immovable King Mantra? The Immovable King Demon-Subduing Mantra? The Immovable King Devouring Mantra? The Immovable King Fire Realm Mantra? The Immovable King Compassion Mantra… What are these things? The Nine Syllable Mantra? And what are these things?"

At the same time, a series of mantras suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by information he had never heard of before, all merging into his consciousness. Gradually, Yang Fan's doubts dissipated…

He finally understood what had happened. It turned out that his soul was currently residing within the ring finger on his thumb, within the Buddha's relic!

People only know that the relics of the Holy Buddha possess extraordinary powers, but they don't know their true purpose. Now, however, Yang Fan knows what these relics are, and why only nine were selected from tens of thousands of relics of Shakyamuni, collectively known as the Nine Great Relics.

The reason is simple: these nine relics seal within them the supreme Buddhist teachings of the Nine Syllable Mantra!

The Nine Syllable Mantra is: Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian!

Each syllable contains a powerful and awe-inspiring technique, corresponding to nine mudras and nine mental cultivation methods within Buddhism. This Nine Syllable Mantra was further divided into nine parts and sealed within the nine relics.

According to Buddhist records, this Nine Syllable Mantra was created by Shakyamuni. Legend has it that only by practicing the Nine Syllable Mantra can one ultimately attain Buddhahood. Others can only cultivate to the level of a Bodhisattva.

The hierarchy in Buddhism is as follows: Ascetic, Sattva, Vajra, Rahan, Bodhisattva, and Buddha. The Ascetic is the most common form of ascetic monk. The Sattva is considered a highly accomplished monk. Vajra and Rahan are legendary figures. Bodhisattvas are mythical beings… and the Buddha is at the very top of the Buddhist hierarchy.

The distinction between Mahayana and Theravada Buddhism lies in the fact that Mahayana aims to liberate countless beings, while Theravada aims to liberate only a few.

As the saying goes, those who follow different paths cannot work together. Supporters of Mahayana and Theravada Buddhism often argue due to doctrinal differences, each believing themselves to be right and the true orthodox tradition. The debate continues unabated.

Ultimately, the key to Buddhist orthodoxy lies in the Nine Syllable Mantra. This mantra was taught by Buddha Shakyamuni, and both Mahayana and Theravada Buddhism originate from him. Therefore, whichever side possesses the Nine Syllable Mantra represents the true orthodoxy of Buddhism…

and what Yang Fan just obtained is the Lin syllable mantra from the Nine Syllable Mantra. The Lin syllable mantra contains the Acala Mudra and the Subhuti Mantra!

Chapter 86 [Buddhist Ultimate Technique]

The Acala Mudra is further divided into fourteen mudras, collectively known as the Fourteen Fundamental Immovable Mudras: the Single Drill Mudra, the Treasure Mountain Mudra, the Head Mudra, the Eye Mudra, the Mouth Mudra, the Heart Mudra, the Nail Mudra, the Lion's Roar Mudra, the Flame Mudra, the Fire-Proof Mudra, the Conch Mudra, the Sword Mudra, the Lasso Mudra, and the Three-Pronged Vajra Mudra.

Although these fourteen mudras have different functions, their power is incomparably strong. Take the Single Drill Mudra, one of the fourteen mudras, for example: it requires both hands to be bound inwards, the two index fingers vertically joined together, and the two thumbs pressing down on the nails of the ring fingers; it is also called the Needle Mudra. The two index fingers represent a sword, while the two thumbs and two ring fingers represent a rope. Alternatively, the two ring fingers and middle fingers can be seen as representing the four demons, with the two thumbs pressing down to subdue them.

The mantra of the Three Worlds-Subduing Wisdom King, also known as the Acala Mantra, is divided into four parts: the Acala Demon-Subduing Mantra, the Acala Suicide Mantra, the Acala Fire Realm Mantra, and the Acala Compassion Mantra.

The Acala Mudra must be mastered using the Acala Mantra to be fully effective. In other words, the Acala Mudra is a martial art technique, while the Acala Mantra is the mental method that activates it; both are indispensable and complementary.

Together, they form the supreme Buddhist Nine-Syllable Mantra, specifically the "Lin" syllable mantra!

This "Lin" syllable mantra can only be activated by Buddhist disciples using Buddhist teachings; disciples of other schools, even if they obtain it, cannot truly unleash its power.

The difference between Buddhist mental cultivation methods and general martial arts mental cultivation methods lies in the fact that practicing Buddhist mental cultivation methods does not increase martial arts skill level, but rather increases Buddhist power. In other words, Buddhist mental cultivation methods and martial arts mental cultivation methods are two completely different martial arts concepts; one is about cultivation of skill, the other about cultivating the mind.

Buddhist combat techniques are merely used for self-defense and are far less important than mental cultivation methods. However, Buddhist combat techniques require unique Buddhist mental cultivation methods to activate. Activating Buddhist combat techniques does not require powerful physical strength or internal energy, but rather the vastness of Buddhist teachings and the understanding of Buddhist philosophy.

To explain it simply, activating Buddhist combat techniques requires exceptional spiritual power, backed by physical energy. It's like magic in fantasy novels, which communicates with elemental forces through mental power, with very little need for the physical body.

Buddhism has always emphasized mind and body rather than physical cultivation; in their view, the physical body is merely a stinking bag of skin. Therefore, although Yang Fan is currently cultivating in a soul state, it hasn't hindered his progress. On the contrary, without the constraints of a physical body, his comprehension of the Acala Mantra has become much easier.

Furthermore, Yang Fan can be considered a semi-Buddhist disciple, having studied Buddhism since childhood and possessing a decent understanding of it. Aside from the unknown cultivation method he practices, most of his learning is related to Buddhism. Therefore, upon obtaining the Acala Mantra, he immediately began practicing it. However, without a physical body, he cannot practice the Acala Mudra and is unaware of its true power.

Time slipped away unnoticed as Yang Fan immersed himself in his cultivation. At this moment, he had long forgotten everything; only the Immovable King Mantra remained in his mind, as he continuously comprehended and cultivated with complete absorption…

“So these Holy Buddha relics also have the effect of refining the physical body! The Buddha bone relics refine the bones! I’ve seen many body-refining techniques, but they all refine the skin first, then the flesh, then the tendons, and finally the bones. But I’ve done it backwards! My physical body hasn’t changed much, but my bones have become impervious to blades and spears, although my strength seems to have increased dramatically!”

The instant his soul reunited with his body, Yang Fan immediately felt the changes in his bones. After comprehending the Immovable King Mantra, he had a general understanding of the entire event.

He knew that if he wanted to find the complete Nine Syllable Mantra, he must find the nine Holy Buddha relics. These relics not only contained the supreme Buddhist teachings of the Nine Syllable Mantra but also possessed incredible energy.

Take this Buddha relic, for example. It can actually strengthen bones. Yang Fan's bones are no longer human; he even has the illusion that this Buddha relic was left behind by Shakyamuni after his passing. Wouldn't his bones, after being strengthened, become the same as Shakyamuni's?

In fact, while Yang Fan's idea is somewhat exaggerated and far-fetched, it's true. Of course, his current bones are nowhere near comparable to Shakyamuni's. But if one day he cultivates the "Lin" mantra to its full potential, then his physical body might indeed reach the level of Shakyamuni. The

"Lin" mantra is the foundation of the Nine-Syllable Mantra. After cultivation, one can possess a strong physique and enhance their perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When the "Lin" mantra is fully mastered, one will possess boundless physical strength!

Especially after Yang Fan's bones have been strengthened by the Buddha relic, his physical body already possesses a trace of the Buddha's aura. If he were to gather all nine mantras and cultivate them to the Great Perfection, it wouldn't be impossible for him to eventually cultivate the indestructible golden body of Buddha.

Moreover, what surprised Yang Fan the most was that this Buddha relic, shaped like a finger ring, actually formed its own world. As the Buddhist saying goes, "One flower, one world; one blade of grass, one paradise." This small finger ring actually formed its own world. His previous soul had cultivated within the world of this finger ring!

However, before Yang Fan could spare the mind to study the wonders of this world within the finger ring, he suddenly felt as if a pair of hands were constantly moving and rubbing against his body...

He slightly opened his eyes, but Yang Fan immediately found himself lying in a bathtub, his whole body immersed in water, and beside him, Lin Wan'er was squatting by the bathtub, constantly wiping his body with a towel.

She was still wearing her business suit, and whenever she bent down to wipe herself, from Yang Fan's angle, he could vaguely see the sheer fabric beneath her skirt... "

Spring chill bestows a bath at Huaqing Pool, the hot spring water smooths her delicate skin; a maid helps her up, languid and weak, just as she receives the Emperor's favor." Lin Wan'er's current appearance, though not that of a concubine emerging from her

bath, still possessed an undeniable allure. Especially since Yang Fan dared not open his eyes too wide, in the steamy bathroom, between her slightly parted legs, a glimpse of black was faintly visible, like black sexy underwear, yet also like something mysterious. The

tantalizing glimpse, the almost-seen, was most captivating; a strange current surged through Yang Fan's heart, a slight tingling sensation...

Lin Wan'er's feelings were complex. After summoning her father, Lin Zhentian examined Yang Fan and found nothing wrong, so the two took him back to the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall. However, Yang Fan was covered in filth; without washing, the stench wouldn't be detectable even from three zhang away.

However, although Tianwei Martial Arts Academy had many students, very few were truly affiliated with the academy. Furthermore, Lin Zhentian didn't trust anyone else to clean Yang Fan, so in the end, they had to trouble Lin Wan'er.

Although somewhat dissatisfied with her father's arrangement, she had no choice but to take Yang Fan back to her room and personally clean him.

Even though she had unwittingly touched some things she shouldn't have before, and had just seen Yang Fan's naked body, she still blushed and her heart raced when she placed him in the bathtub and faced his naked body alone.

Forcibly suppressing her shame, she wiped the dirt off Yang Fan while recalling the scenes that had unfolded. It all felt like a dream; she never imagined that she would actually use her hands to… perform such shameful and unspeakable acts for a man!

Strangely, afterwards, she didn't feel much resentment. Aside from being flustered, it seemed she wasn't overly opposed to the thing deep down. Although Yang Fan had forced her to do it, she didn't seem to blame him...

Lin Wan'er couldn't help but recall her first meeting with Yang Fan. At that time, he didn't know her identity and thought she was just an ordinary senior student, even taking the initiative to approach her. She, in turn, only thought he was a student from another department trying to pursue her.

They both talked with their own thoughts, but unexpectedly, the conversation went very well. Lin Wan'er clearly remembered the surprised and embarrassed expression on Yang Fan's face when he learned her identity. Thinking about it now, Lin Wan'er found it somewhat amusing; she had never encountered a student like that before.

Later, she wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him privately and maybe even tease this "cute" student again. Who would have thought he would suddenly attack, grabbing her breasts... Then, instead of teaching him a lesson, she ended up in his arms... She

had originally planned to continue finding ways to mess with him, but unexpectedly, he helped the martial arts school solve its problems. Even more surprising, she learned he was her father's junior brother, her "junior uncle." Moreover, she heard that Yang Fan was having an affair with Dongfang Lan and also had a relationship with a female student. Hearing this news, she felt an indescribable anger, but besides anger, she also felt a lump in her throat and a sense of loss...

She had intended to continue finding ways to mess with him, but who would have thought this would happen? Was it okay for her to question him so rashly? Then, in a daze, she used her hand to help him with that…

Lin Wan'er couldn't understand it, but the more she couldn't understand, the more she felt that Yang Fan possessed endless secrets. Moreover, this young man had an indescribable charm that attracted her, making her unable to help but think of him when she was lost in thought.

Unforgettable scenes kept flashing through her mind, and her expressions became colorful, sometimes depressed, sometimes joyful, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes curious…

Gradually, Lin Wan'er's gaze at Yang Fan became deeper and more intense, unable to look away. A heart that had been indifferent for many years began to throb, making her breathing unconsciously quicken.

Just then, her jade-like hand, which had been wiping Yang Fan's body, quietly slipped down and touched something soft. The strange feeling made her temporarily stop her recollection, and she subconsciously squeezed the soft thing in her hand.

As she kneaded it, the soft thing instantly hardened, seemingly more than doubling in size. Even more strangely, it felt hot to the touch…

Wait, why is it erect?

Lin Wan'er wasn't an ignorant little girl, and her hands had touched this thing not long ago. After thinking about it carefully, she suddenly remembered what it was!

"Ah…"

A scream rang out as Lin Wan'er was thrown backward as if by an invisible wave of air. She pulled her hands back and sat down on the bathroom floor, getting soaked. In that instant, her right hand involuntarily gripped something tightly!

"Oh…"

An even sharper scream came from the bathroom. Yang Fan, who had been pretending to be asleep, could no longer maintain the act. He clutched his breasts tightly, his entire body arched in the bathtub like a giant shrimp…

05-02
Chapter 87 [A Self-Narrated "First Time"]

Yang Fan never considered himself a good person, nor a gentleman, but he never imagined he would encounter such a horrific thing!

Was this retribution? Not long ago, this little guy had experienced a blissful, ethereal feeling from the other person's delicate hands, a feeling he had never experienced before. But not long after, those same hands had given him a taste of what it meant to have a "child-severing claw"! He had also experienced an excruciating pain he had never felt before…

His entire body was hunched over in the bathtub, Yang Fan clutching the source of the pain, gasping for breath, and letting out piercing screams. His screams could be clearly heard by everyone in the martial arts gym!

"What's wrong?"

The bathroom door was suddenly forced open, and Lin Zhentian rushed in, but he retreated much faster than he entered.

"Ah, I didn't see anything, you guys continue!"

Leaving behind a nonsensical remark, Lin Zhentian retreated, his face flushed...

"That brat, has he finally come to his senses? If Wan'er could be with him, it would be a wonderful thing. But their seniority? Oh well, who cares about seniority? Junior Brother is younger than Wan'er. Besides, if they really can be together, I believe Master won't object..."

Lin Zhentian muttered to himself, his hands behind his back, head down, when he bumped into Lin Feng, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion.

"You brat, you're such a grown man, how can you still be so reckless? Don't you watch where you're going!"

Lin Zhentian was still replaying the scene he had witnessed in the bathroom when his son interrupted him; how could he not be angry?

"What do you mean I'm blind? You bumped into me yourself!"

Lin Feng muttered to himself, feeling wronged, but he didn't dare argue with his father. Remembering Yang Fan's inhuman scream, he didn't have time to argue with his father and tried to slip past Lin Zhentian.

"What are you doing? This is your sister's room, not a place for you to barge in!"

Before Lin Feng could even get halfway in, a strong hand pressed down on his shoulder, and Lin Zhentian's displeased voice reached his ears.

"Dad, didn't you hear Junior Uncle's scream? I have to go see how he is!"

Lin Feng said anxiously.

Actually, he wasn't really concerned about Yang Fan; he was afraid something had happened to Yang Fan, and his own martial arts dream would never be fulfilled. However, deep down, there was a genuine concern in his heart.

"Hmph, with your old man here, do you think your junior uncle will be in trouble? You're such a grown man, how can you be so clueless? Is this the time for you to go in? If you really go in, your sister will hate you for the rest of her life!"

Lin Zhentian said, his beard bristling and eyes wide.

Lin Feng suddenly looked burly, but he wasn't stupid at all. Hearing his father's words, he immediately guessed what was going on. Recalling his sister's usual fierceness, he couldn't be sure she was trying to force herself on his junior uncle right now!

"Poor junior uncle, let's mourn for you for three seconds. But from now on, you're my brother-in-law. Taking a few martial arts manuals as a dowry should be reasonable, right?"

With a quick dart, Lin Feng immediately had a new idea.

Lin Zhentian shouted, "What are you muttering to yourself for? Go do what you're supposed to do. What's wrong, itching for a beating? Instead of staying in the army, you're always running home. What kind of behavior is this?"

"If you were willing to teach me martial arts, I wouldn't be running home every day. Now that a junior uncle has appeared, there's some hope, isn't there?"

Lin Feng muttered to himself, not daring to say it aloud. However, he still said, "Dad, since my little sister and junior uncle are like that, shouldn't we prepare to invite relatives and friends to finalize things?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhentian's eyes flashed, and he patted his son's shoulder forcefully, saying, "Hey, you know what, that's a good idea. I didn't expect you, usually so carefree, to come up with such a suggestion. But you're right, you should also pay attention to your sister's situation. Stop laughing and joking all the time. Also, you're not getting any younger. Hurry up and bring me a daughter-in-law tomorrow, preferably with a grandson!"

Lin Feng broke out in a cold sweat. How did this conversation suddenly turn to him? "And what do you mean by bringing me a daughter-in-law tomorrow, and a grandson too? If that really happens, you'll break my legs!"

"What are you talking about?"

Just as the old man and young man were engaged in their lively conversation, a chilling, murderous voice came from behind them. Turning around, they saw Lin Wan'er had appeared behind them. However,

Lin Wan'er's face was ashen, her fists clenched so tightly they were practically cracking, her long hair almost standing on end!

"Um, um, I have something to do. Little sister, Dad, I'm going back to the army!"

Seeing the situation was bad, Lin Feng turned to slip away. Based on his experience, Lin Wan'er was already on the verge of exploding; if he didn't get out of there soon, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Oh, right, I just remembered, Old Man Li wants to see me about something, I have to go!"

When it came to escaping, Lin Zhentian was no less skilled than Lin Feng. Before he finished speaking, he had already vanished without a trace.

"Dad, wait for me!"

Seeing his father run away, Lin Feng dared not linger any longer and practically scrambled away from Lin Wan'er's residence.

"Ah..."

With nowhere to vent his anger, he could only let out a furious roar that soared into the sky. This roar not only sent chills down the spines of Lin Zhentian and his son, who had fled not far away, but also terrified countless students at Peking University not far away!

"Who has angered the Tyrannosaurus Rex this time? To make her so angry, it seems someone else is going to be in trouble..."

In the bathroom, Yang Fan had finally regained some strength. Even though he was a peerless martial artist, he was still just a mortal. His manhood had been grabbed hard, and with that force, if it were an ordinary person, it might have been pulled off. Even so, Yang Fan secretly glanced at it a few times and found that his little brother was pinched until it was bright red and burning with a dull pain...

"What did I do to deserve this? It's not like I let you touch me. You touched me, fine, but you hit me so hard!"

Yang Fan felt extremely wronged. How could she blame herself? Even before, she hadn't hit him so hard. Why was she so violent this time?

Looking at the closed bathroom door, Yang Fan tried to get up, but after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't straighten up. Helpless, he could only continue to sit in the bathroom and let the water soak him.

"Oh no, is it going to get damaged? I'm still a virgin, I haven't even experienced the taste of a woman yet. If it's ruined like this, who can I complain to?"

"No, I have to try and see if it still works!"

"But how do I try? Right, I have to see if it can still get up. If it can't, then I'm really done for..."

Sitting in the bathroom, Yang Fan tried for a long time, but found that his little guy had no reaction at all. Although the bruises had faded a lot and the pain had lessened, there was still no reaction.

"Right, romance, I need romance. How can there be romance if there's no feeling at all? No, I have to think of something passionate first..."

Yang Fan muttered to himself, trying to recall anything about "passion."

But having hardly ever been with a woman since childhood, what did he know about "passion"? He'd read countless Buddhist scriptures, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was like an illiterate, still in the early stages of enlightenment!

"I think, I think, I think again..."

He thought and thought, first thinking of Qin Mengyao, but still no reaction. Then he thought of Shen Ruolan, still no reaction!

Then he thought of Shen Ruoxi, the woman with whom he'd had several ambiguous encounters... but still no reaction!

Tang Wan, the woman he'd met briefly on the bus, no reaction either... Gu Feifei, no reaction either... Qin Qing, no use...

Dongfang Lan, their ambiguous relationship was already quite something! But thinking of her, Yang Fan felt nothing but a slight fear, and absolutely no reaction...

He'd thought of every woman he could think of, but still felt nothing at all. What to do? However, at that moment, Yang Fan suddenly thought of Lin Wan'er, their first meeting, and the scene in her office just now…

The thought that his virginity had been given to a woman made Yang Fan feel somewhat depressed. But amidst his depression, he discovered he was actually experiencing some arousal!

After all, this was his first experience with intimacy, and although it wasn't actual sexual intercourse, it had allowed him to fully release himself, making it feel more real and personally experienced—much better than pure fantasy.

Finally feeling something, Yang Fan wasn't about to give up halfway. This was a matter of lifelong happiness… no, a matter of lifelong commitment; how could he dare to be careless?

"At that time, she held it with both hands... and then moved it back and forth... The feeling was like... like being clamped by something, warm and comfortable... Oh right, her hands were so soft, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing underwear at the time. I didn't expect this girl to be so avant-garde. Oh right, when she helped me take a bath just now, I think I saw that her private parts were black..."

To make the stimulation more intense, Yang Fan couldn't help but whisper it aloud as he thought about it. It seemed that only in this way could he more clearly imagine the scene at that time and get more "passion". However, in his concentration, his perception seemed to have decreased a lot. He didn't know when, but a beautiful figure had appeared at the bathroom door. It was Lin Wan'er who had returned.

At this time, she was holding a bathrobe in her hand, intending to give it to Yang Fan to wear. But now, she had to stop. Moreover, she had heard every word of Yang Fan's account of his first time...

Chapter 88 [Absolutely a Conspiracy]

Lin Wan'er's anger, which she had finally managed to suppress, flared up again. She had originally intended to give Yang Fan a bathrobe, and also wanted to check how badly he was injured, since she knew perfectly well how much force he had used in that attack.

But she never imagined that this bastard Yang Fan would be in the bathroom recounting their past experiences, his tone lewd and his actions extremely obscene.

Seeing his hands on his genitals, constantly moving them, it looked like he was fantasizing about doing those disgusting things!

In fact, she had misunderstood Yang Fan. The reason he was protecting his little Yang Fan was because the little guy was still throbbing with pain, and what he was saying was just to test if the little guy was still usable…

Yang Fan, who was engrossed in contemplating his future happiness, suddenly felt a chilling killing intent coming from behind him. This killing intent wasn't as intense as that of a murderous tyrant who had slaughtered millions, but it still made Yang Fan's scalp tingle.

Turning his head, Yang Fan saw that Lin Wan'er's eyes were practically burning with fire, and he could even feel the anger emanating from her breath.

"This...that...I..."

Yang Fan wanted to explain, but even with his sharp mind, he didn't know what to say.

He was squatting there, muttering her name, making actions that would seem strange to anyone. Surely anyone would think the opposite!

And even if Yang Fan wanted to explain, how could he? He couldn't exactly tell Lin Wan'er, "I wanted to see if my little guy was still usable, so I borrowed your body to fantasize!" That would be absurd!

If he didn't explain, he could stubbornly deny it, but if he did explain, even if Yang Fan had a thousand mouths, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

Just when Yang Fan thought Lin Wan'er was about to explode, the murderous intent surrounding him vanished without a trace. Then, Lin Wan'er suddenly smiled—a sweet and beautiful smile. While not quite a smile that could launch a thousand ships, in that instant, Yang Fan felt a sense of relief, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

However, as soon as he relaxed, a sense of unease crept in. As the saying goes, unusual behavior is a sign of trouble. If it were him, he would probably be tempted to devour her whole. But Lin Wan'er wasn't angry, which puzzled Yang Fan.

People are often strange like this; even when everything seems fine, they feel uneasy. Yang Fan was experiencing this. In his eyes, Lin Wan'er's sudden change of heart was undoubtedly brewing a much larger conspiracy, a super conspiracy that could lead him to utter ruin!

"Here, this is my brother's bathrobe. He hasn't worn it yet, so I don't know if it will fit you, but you can make do for now!"

Just as Yang Fan was filled with doubt, Lin Wan'er walked in boldly and handed him the bathrobe.

The moment he saw her enter, Yang Fan's first reaction was to quickly cover his lower body with his hands, partly because he was shy, and partly because he was afraid Lin Wan'er would give him another groping!

However, Lin Wan'er scoffed and said, "What are you covering up for, little brat? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Besides, I've not only seen it, I've touched it! What part of your body haven't I seen?"

What a pervert! Yang Fan then understood why Lin Wan'er was as famous as Dongfang Lan. It turned out that neither of them were easy to mess with, and even when they used perverted methods, they were equally adept.

In a different situation, Yang Fan might have been more open about letting go. After all, seeing wouldn't hurt him, and he wouldn't be the one who suffered. But at this moment, after hearing her words, he dared not let go!

"A conspiracy! This must be a conspiracy! She must be tricking me into letting go so she can cripple me. So, I absolutely mustn't let go..."

Seeing that Yang Fan wasn't provoked by her words, Lin Wan'er appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief. Her act of being so strong was to hide her inner embarrassment!

Even she herself didn't know how she had suddenly figured it out. Not only was she not angry at Yang Fan's disrespect, but a strange sense of joy welled up inside her.

"The reason he fantasizes about me, doesn't that mean he's interested in my body? That I have an attraction to him?"

Thinking this, Lin Wan'er was no longer angry; on the contrary, she felt somewhat happy. Although she knew such thoughts were shameful, Lin Wan'er still couldn't control her true feelings...

People are often so strange. Compared to Yang Fan's paranoia, Lin Wan'er's change in attitude was equally unbelievable. Not only could Yang Fan not know, but even she herself didn't know. No wonder Yang Fan was so cautious!

"Are you...are you alright there?"

Just as Lin Wan'er was about to leave the bathroom, she suddenly asked Yang Fan, her face flushed. Although she knew it was inappropriate for a girl like her to ask such a question, she was, after all, the culprit. Besides, after thinking it over, she was afraid that she might have gone too far, which could affect her future happiness...

"What do you think?"

Yang Fan countered.

"How about... I take a look for you?"

Lin Wan'er asked softly.

"..."

Yang Fan almost blurted out "yes," as her suggestion was incredibly tempting. However, remembering her previous actions, he suppressed the temptation. Who could guarantee that she wasn't deliberately seducing him to pave the way for her scheme?

"No need!"

Swallowing hard, Yang Fan's gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Wan'er's chest. There, two soft mounds of flesh were particularly prominent due to the pressure, and Yang Fan could even see a deep cleavage. This temptation immediately put him in a state of internal struggle.

"Pervert!"

Cursing under her breath, Lin Wan'er, unable to bear Yang Fan's burning gaze any longer, dared not stay in the bathroom any longer and turned to flee.

"Thank goodness...it's not broken, it's still reacting!"

At this moment, Yang Fan had no time to care about Lin Wan'er's reaction, because just now, the brief glimpse of her ample bosom had given him a significant boost, finally allowing him to feel his manhood regain its vigor...

After changing his clothes, Yang Fan discovered that Lin Wan'er was nowhere to be found, and he couldn't find Lin Zhentian or his son either.

After circling around, Yang Fan realized just how vast the Tianwei Martial Arts School was. The area used for admitting students, along with Lin Wan'er's living quarters, didn't even occupy a tenth of the entire school.

Leaving Lin Wan'er's residence, Yang Fan wandered around the school. His previous visit had been rushed, and he hadn't had a chance to properly explore the layout of the Tianwei Martial Arts School. Passing through several gates, Yang Fan didn't encounter any students. This area was the school's backyard, which ordinary students weren't allowed to enter.

Yang Fan moved through the backyard with ease, as if he had been there countless times before, and soon arrived at an abandoned garden.

Here, artificial hills stood tall, and mist swirled around them. It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, but what puzzled Yang Fan was that it didn't appear lifeless. On the contrary, he seemed to hear the melodious sound of bells echoing in his ears.

The gentle Buddhist chanting seemed to come from his ears, or perhaps it rose from the depths of his heart. Faintly, a mysterious force seemed to be calling to Yang Fan, urging him to walk deeper into the abandoned garden.

In the garden, there were piles of discarded stone sculptures. Some were carved with celestial dragons, some with yakshas, and many with Buddha statues in various poses. Each figure was lifelike, as if it were alive.

However, these stone carvings were clearly quite old. Eroded by time, they were dilapidated. Some Buddha statues were broken in the middle, some dragons only had their bodies, their heads missing, and some were mostly buried deep in weeds and soil, covered in moss and dust.

"What happened? How could Senior Brother let this place be so abandoned? Logically, this is the backyard of the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy. Even if no one lives here, there's no need to leave it like this. Besides, in Yanjing, where land is incredibly valuable, such a large piece of land, located in such a prime location, could easily be developed into a huge fortune!"

Although Yang Fan didn't understand business, he knew what such a large piece of land represented. And even if Lin Zhentian didn't lack money, there was no need to leave this land so desolate. After all, they lived here; leaving such a large empty space in their own home was simply unacceptable!

"Junior Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Just as Yang Fan was about to investigate further, Lin Feng's voice suddenly came from behind him, and then his massive figure appeared behind Yang Fan.

"Nothing, I was just wandering around and somehow ended up here. By the way, why is this place so deserted?"

Seeing Lin Feng, Yang Fan couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

Lin Feng chuckled and said, "I don't know either. I remember this place being like this since I was a child. When I was little, I often came here to play, but my dad found out and beat me a few times, so I never dared to come here again. Later, when I became more sensible, I asked my dad why he didn't care about this place, but he never told us why. Over the years, as I've grown up and had more things to do, I haven't paid much attention to it. If my dad hadn't just sent me to find you, I would have almost forgotten about this place!"

"Oh?"

Lin Feng's words made Yang Fan slightly taken aback. These stone carvings were clearly the kind you'd find in a typical Buddhist temple. Coupled with Lin Feng's words, Yang Fan suddenly remembered what the taxi driver had said before. He said this place used to be the site of the Great Xiangguo Temple. At the time, Yang Fan hadn't thought much of it, but now, thinking about it, it seemed there was indeed some necessary connection.

"Junior Uncle, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't speak, Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing. Oh, right, wasn't my senior brother looking for me? Let's go over there!"

With that, Yang Fan turned and left the abandoned garden.

"What's wrong with this junior uncle? Why is he acting like Dad, all mysterious?"

Scratching the back of his head, Lin Feng was utterly puzzled by Yang Fan's behavior...

Chapter 89 [Blood Pill]

Lin Zhentian's study was practically a forbidden area in the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Academy. Apart from Lin Zhentian himself, even Lin Feng and his sister Lin Wan'er had never set foot in it.

This was Lin Zhentian's resting place, and also his work place. Under normal circumstances, no one would come here to disturb him. But now, in his study, besides him, there was another figure—Yang Fan.

When Lin Zhentian asked him to bring Yang Fan to the study, although Lin Feng knew that his junior uncle was no ordinary person, he was still startled. In his memory, no outsider had ever set foot in this area before.

Today, however, his father directly instructed him to take his junior uncle to the study, demonstrating his father's affection for him. This also subtly alerted Lin Feng to something unusual, but he didn't ask. After escorting Yang Fan to the study's door, he left.

"Senior brother, what brings you here?"

Yang Fan asked Lin Zhentian with slight curiosity after surveying the study. Generally, a conversation in the study usually indicates something important, or perhaps a secret.

"You've been to that place?"

Lin Zhentian responded without answering Yang Fan's question.

"Senior brother, you mean that abandoned garden?"

Without any surprise, Yang Fan seemed to have anticipated this question.

Nodding, Lin Zhentian's expression was somewhat serious: "That's right!"

Yang Fan shrugged and laughed: "Hehe, I was just about to ask you about this, Senior Brother. How come that place is abandoned?"

"Sigh, I knew I couldn't hide this from you, little guy. With your abilities, you should know what happened by now!"

Lin Zhentian sighed. He hadn't wanted to involve Yang Fan in this matter, but now it seemed unlikely.

"I know some things, but I'll have to tell you more, Senior Brother!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Lin Zhentian was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "That's right, that abandoned garden is the site of the former Daxiangguo Temple, and there, a sacred Buddha relic is hidden. Master himself told me all this!"

"Master? Master knows about this too?"

Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise. To be honest, he really hadn't expected that even his master knew about this.

After gathering his thoughts, Lin Zhentian finally spoke, "The story goes back twenty years. At that time, although my family wasn't extremely wealthy, we still had some influence in Yanjing. So, with my father using some connections, we bought this former Qing Dynasty prince's mansion. Who knew that we wouldn't live there for long before we discovered something strange about it!" "

Strange things? Did something happen?"

Yang Fan asked doubtfully.

“Yes, something did happen. My father saw that the garden had been abandoned and wanted to clean it up. He hired some workers to build some houses there, but who would have thought that as soon as the construction team started digging the foundation, blood gushed out of the ground!”

“After such an incident, it was impossible to continue construction. My father managed to cover it up, but because of this, he never dared to touch the garden again.” “

When it happened, my master happened to be in Yanjing, so I invited him over. After his investigation, he confirmed that this place had once been a Buddhist holy site, and he personally said that a sacred Buddha relic was buried there. Moreover, my master said that this relic was a blood relic formed from the essence and blood of Shakyamuni Buddha!”

“A blood relic?”

Yang Fan was stunned.

Yang Fan had some knowledge of blood relics. The nine great relics left by Shakyamuni Buddha are the finger relic, tooth relic, flesh relic, hair relic, fragmented body relic, skull relic, vajra relic, blood relic, and bone relic.

These nine relics were formed from various organs of Shakyamuni's body. For example, the bone relic Yang Fan had obtained was formed from Shakyamuni's finger bone.

Previously, Yang Fan might not have known the functions of the nine relics, but after the events surrounding the bone relic, he learned that one of their functions was strengthening the physical body.

Since the bone relic could strengthen bones, did that mean the blood relic could strengthen essence and blood, and the flesh relic could strengthen the physical body?

Yang Fan believed that while he might not be the most knowledgeable about the nine relics in the world, he was certainly one of the few. Moreover, setting aside its other function, Yang Fan couldn't help but be tempted by the Nine-Syllable Mantra, a Buddhist ultimate technique contained within the nine relics.

Although he had only reached the level of the "Lin" syllable of the Nine-Syllable Mantra and had only just begun his cultivation of it, he had already felt its power. Furthermore, the nine relics were incredibly effective in suppressing the dragon soul within him. Considering all these factors, how could he not be interested in the nine relics? This

was precisely why he was so excited when Lin Zhentian personally admitted that the Blood Relic, one of the nine relics, was present!

“That’s right, it is indeed the Blood Relic!”

Lin Zhentian, seemingly oblivious to Yang Fan’s emotional shift, continued, “Although my master deduced that the Blood Relic was hidden here, he couldn’t pinpoint its true location.”

“My master said that all sacred objects possess spirituality, and one should not force their acquisition if one is destined to obtain them. Furthermore, he also said that the Blood Relic’s presence here would greatly benefit the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Academy. Therefore, although I knew the Blood Relic was hidden within the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy all these years, I never harbored any desire to covet it, nor did I ever consider searching for it!”

"However, as the saying goes, 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.' The Blood Relic involves far too many things, and I dared not spread the news widely. Later, I directly ordered that the area be sealed off as a forbidden zone, forbidding anyone from setting foot there!"

Nodding, Yang Fan believed that he himself could not have handled the situation better than Lin Zhentian. What was even more admirable was Lin Zhentian's magnanimity. Knowing that there was a sacred object right beneath his feet, he had not harbored any covetous thoughts for over twenty years. This magnanimity alone made Yang Fan feel ashamed of himself!

Seeing Yang Fan remain silent, Lin Zhentian continued, "Unfortunately, nothing stays hidden forever. I thought no one would ever know about this, but recently someone suddenly received the news. Although they were not sure if it was the Blood Relic, they were certain that the Dingtian Martial Arts Hall possessed a great treasure, which is why it attracted the attention of the Japanese!"

At this point, Yang Fan roughly understood what had happened. It was because of his unexpected intervention that he learned the secret and obtained the Buddha Relic.

However, he didn't intend to tell Lin Zhentian these things. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other party, but rather that telling him would not only be of no benefit, but would also bring inconvenience to him and even the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Academy.

Some secrets are destined to be kept from others. Take this Blood Relic, for example; if the news hadn't leaked, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.

"Originally, I didn't want to involve you in this matter. After all, your primary purpose in coming to Yanjing was to study, not to get involved in these disputes. But I knew you had a nose as sharp as a dog's. As soon as I found out you went to the garden, I knew I couldn't hide it from you!"

Hearing Lin Zhentian say this, Yang Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes. What did he mean by "a nose as sharp as a dog's"? Was this a compliment or an insult? Moreover, his going to that place was entirely unintentional; who knew there was such a forbidden area there?

Of course, Yang Fan knew that Lin Zhentian hadn't told him these things to avoid getting him into trouble, so he didn't mind the other's concealment and continued to ask, "So, Senior Brother, what are your plans for dealing with this next? I think that since those guys from the island nation have gotten the news, others can't possibly be unaware. We Chinese are good in every way, but our bad habit of wanting to possess anything good is something we can never shake off!"

"Hehe, don't worry, don't you trust your senior brother? Although quite a few people have been eyeing this place, the Heavenly Might Martial Jar isn't to be trifled with. If they want to take advantage, they have to be prepared to end up with nothing. So, until things develop to that point, they won't dare to act rashly. As the saying goes, pulling one hair affects the whole body. This is, after all, under the emperor's nose. Even if they're bold, they still have to consider the country!"

Lin Zhentian knew why Yang Fan asked this, but he didn't want to involve Yang Fan. He had to protect his junior brother.

Yang Fan suddenly said, "Senior brother, I don't have a fixed place to stay yet. I see you have quite a few empty houses. Could you prepare one for me to stay in for a few days? I don't think you'll refuse me!"

"You little rascal, don't I know your little tricks? Fine, stay as long as you want. I'll have Wan'er prepare a room for you later."

Lin Zhentian knew perfectly well the real reason Yang Fan wanted to stay. If he really wanted to stay, why didn't he come to find him on his first day in Yanjing? But Yang Fan had already put it this way; how could he refuse?

Lin Zhentian was considering Yang Fan's feelings, and Yang Fan was equally worried about Lin Zhentian. He knew very well how strong the allure of the Holy Buddha Relic was. Even if those people didn't know the true function of the Holy Buddha Relic, they probably wouldn't give it up easily.

At this moment, how could he truly ignore it? If that were the case, he might not be called Yang Fan anymore…

Chapter 90 [Enchanting Bar]

After leaving Lin Zhentian's study, Yang Fan's mood became much heavier, and the joy he felt from obtaining the Nine True Words was also diminished considerably. He thought that even if someone wanted to steal the Holy Buddha's Relic, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the reality was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Leaving aside how many people are eyeing the Tianwei Martial Arts School, it's practically impossible for him to obtain the Blood Relic silently. Although confident, he wasn't arrogant. From Lin Zhentian's fragmented words, Yang Fan could easily guess that even his senior brother was finding this troublesome; otherwise, he wouldn't have kept him out of this mess.

Leaving the study, Yang Fan pondered how to handle the situation, but unexpectedly nearly bumped into Lin Wan'er.

Seeing Lin Wan'er again, besides embarrassment, Yang Fan felt a bit of fear. After all, her "Child-Severing Claw" was incredibly vicious, almost truly severing his offspring. Although it didn't affect his happiness for the rest of his life, it still left some psychological scars.

"Teacher Lin... Teacher Lin!"

Yang Fan initially wanted to adopt the airs of a junior uncle, intimidate her, and then make a quick escape, but when he met Lin Wan'er's gaze, he inexplicably felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and in the end, he could only obediently lower his seniority.

Hearing Yang Fan's address, Lin Wan'er's displeasure finally eased considerably.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere!"

With that, she grabbed Yang Fan without further ado and turned to walk outside.

"Teacher Lin...where are we going? You...you don't mean to...do...that to me, do you?"

Pulled by Lin Wan'er, Yang Fan tried to break free but hesitated, only able to ask haltingly.

If it were before, he would have been quite happy for such a thing to happen, but now, not only was he still somewhat traumatized, but his little Yang Fan was also still aching. If he did that now, he wasn't sure if he could fight back... "What 'that'? Stop talking nonsense, just come with me!"

Giving Yang Fan a fierce glare, Lin Wan'er said no more, directly pulling Yang Fan out of the backyard, slowly leaving the martial arts hall amidst the stunned gazes of the students.

Seeing that Lin Wan'er didn't drag him towards her room, Yang Fan felt slightly relieved but also a little regretful. However, when he saw Lin Wan'er leading him to a

luxury car with a soaring "B" logo, a new question arose: "Where is this little girl taking me?"

"Get in!"

In the instant Yang Fan was puzzled, Lin Wan'er had already gotten into the driver's seat and called out to him.

As long as she didn't find a corner to do something to him, what was there to be afraid of? Thinking this, Yang Fan's courage grew considerably. He shrugged and jumped into the passenger seat.

The silver Bentley Arnage sped along the highway like a cheetah. Watching Lin Wan'er steadily driving the sports car beside him, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a little curious.

The Bentley Arnage is a typical Bentley sedan, combining elegance and power. The entire Arnage, inside and out, is meticulously decorated with gleaming wood trim and soft, fragrant leather, and equipped with a V8 6.75-liter engine and... The complete set of electronic equipment fully embodies the dignified, elegant, refined, and comfortable style of Bentley luxury cars, and its superior performance makes it stand out from the crowd.

However, in Yang Fan's mind, it's not very suitable for women. On the contrary, such a grand-looking car should belong to men. As for girls, they should use petite and cute cars like the Audi Q7 or Porsche Cayenne.

But thinking about Lin Wan'er's personality, Yang Fan was relieved. It would be a blessing if she didn't drive a rugged military Hummer... The Enchanting

Bar is a small bar, not particularly high-end. Especially in a place like Yanjing, there are probably thousands of bars like this. Eight hundred.

When Lin Wan'er parked the car here, Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at her a few times. He had made many guesses along the way, wondering what Lin Wan'er's purpose was in bringing him out, but he never imagined she would bring him to such an ordinary bar!

A date? Unlikely. Not only was that unlikely, but even if it were, there was no need to travel so far to choose a bar like this!

So what was her purpose? Yang Fan didn't know, but he still obediently followed her into the bar.

Inside the bar, men and women dressed in various revealing outfits swayed their hips and danced freely on the dance floor, indulging in their activities. Uniformed bartenders moved through the crowd, creating a striking scene and occasionally eliciting whistles and jeers.

Some even groped the female staff, though the women responded with only gentle smiles.

Despite the deafening DJ and loud noise, Yang Fan was quite satisfied with the service. At least so far, he hadn't seen anything inappropriate in the dark corners.

Lin Wan'er was clearly a regular; as soon as they entered, a waiter approached and led them to a quieter corner.

"What would you like to drink?"

Lin Wan'er asked Yang Fan after they sat down.

"Just a glass of water!" "

Under the waitress's curious gaze, Yang Fan uttered something that almost made her eyes pop out!

Coming to a bar for water? This was probably the first time this waitress, who had worked in bars for so many years, had encountered such a customer. If it weren't for the fact that he came with Lin Wan'er and his decent clothes, she would have almost mistaken him for some country bumpkin from the mountains.

Although she was very surprised, she had been in the service industry for many years and had seen all sorts of strange customers. After her initial surprise, the waitress immediately put on a smiling face and said, 'Excuse me, sir, this is not a teahouse!'

'A teahouse?'

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan smiled and said, 'I didn't expect you to be so humorous. It's okay, just get me a glass of water, anything drinkable!'

'Brother, you're the humorous one, don't you understand what I'm saying?'

The waitress groaned inwardly, but had no choice but to look to Lin Wan'er for help.

'Alright, Xiaoya, just get him a glass of water. As for me, the usual!'"

After waving the waiter away, Lin Wan'er turned her gaze to Yang Fan: "You can't drink?" To

avoid further questioning from Lin Wan'er, Yang Fan simply replied, "No!"

"Seriously? Are you even a man? You can't even drink!"

Lin Wan'er rolled her eyes, somewhat incredulous.

"Whether I'm a man or not, others may not know, but don't you?"

Yang Fan retorted, giving her a knowing look.

"You..."

Lin Wan'er was speechless. She naturally knew what Yang Fan meant, but she couldn't retaliate.

"That's right, others may not know, but I've personally checked... Pshaw, who personally checked!" The moment the thought flashed through her mind, Lin

Wan'er's heart began to race. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, but thinking back, she found herself somewhat nostalgic for it…

To hide her embarrassment, Lin Wan'er deliberately shifted her attention to the dance floor, hoping to distract herself.

Seeing Lin Wan'er's silence, Yang Fan was happy to relax. His gaze involuntarily began to search the bar. Although there might not be any prey for him there, simply looking at the sexy and revealing outfits was a good form of entertainment.

The biggest characteristic of bars is that the women wear very little and revealing clothing. Some of the more avant-garde girls even go wild on the dance floor wearing only a bikini. Of course, even those dressed more conservatively still show off large expanses of their flesh, making Yang Fan's mouth water.

"Huh? What's she doing here?"

Just as Yang Fan was searching for eye-catching prey, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

She was wearing a strapless white top, which was stretched taut by her stunning figure, revealing a deep cleavage at the neckline. Her perfect waist was inadvertently exposed at the hem of the short top, and her snow-white calves were beautifully pressed together. The bottom of her denim hot pants was pulled deep between her legs, and the short hot pants could not even cover her full and pert buttocks from behind!

While not overly provocative, her attire was undeniably eye-catching, a striking figure in the dark bar. However, to Yang Fan's astonishment, this alluring woman was none other than Shen Ruoxi!

The usually impeccably dressed, heroic woman in her police uniform had such a sexy side. The woman who never used makeup was now wearing light makeup!

Yang Fan initially thought he was seeing things, until he rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm he wasn't mistaken. The woman sitting not far from him, surrounded by several burly men and women, was indeed Shen Ruoxi!

"What's she doing here?"

Yang Fan noticed that the men beside her, though seemingly casual, were constantly scanning the bar, their glasses still full and untouched.

"Damn it, what's he doing here?"

Just as Yang Fan noticed the other person, Shen Ruoxi also noticed his presence. She was stunned at first, but when she saw Lin Wan'er beside Yang Fan, an inexplicable anger suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart...

Chapter 91 [That Touch of Charm]

"What's this guy doing here?"

Shen Ruoxi's doubts were immediately replaced by Lin Wan'er beside Yang Fan!

Today, she received intelligence that there would be a drug deal at the Enchantment Bar that night, a transaction between the Golden Triangle and the Green Dragon Gang, one of the three major gangs in Yanjing. Moreover, the amount of drugs involved was unprecedented!

As the head of the Yanjing Police Bureau, Shen Ruoxi naturally could not allow such a large quantity of drugs to enter Yanjing smoothly. Not to mention the great damage this would cause to Yanjing's security, just the fact that this matter was related to the Green Dragon Gang meant she could not ignore it.

In this world, where there is white, there is black; no matter where you are, there will always be underworld. However, due to Yanjing's unique geographical location, a single dominant force is impossible. Therefore, although there are hundreds of gangs of varying sizes in Yanjing, only a dozen or so are truly influential. And only three truly wield power in Yanjing's underworld: the Green Dragon Gang, the Mad Tiger Gang, and the Mad Wolf Gang!

These three gangs sound like one big family—Dragon, Tiger, and Wolf—seemingly united. However, the reality is quite different. Although their names differ by only two characters, they are irreconcilable enemies, constantly clashing over territory.

It's said that the leaders of these three gangs were once sworn brothers, as close as blood brothers, but later fell out over interests and became adversaries. Afterwards, the three men each established these three gangs, developing them together. Now, the three gangs occupy a three-way power struggle, but none can truly subdue the others.

Leaving aside the personal feuds between the three gangs, their businesses primarily revolve around drugs, prostitution, and arms. The Green Dragon Gang controls over 80% of the drugs sold in all establishments in Yanjing, while the Mad Tiger and Mad Wolf Gangs jointly dominate the remaining 20%. Similarly,

the Mad Tiger Gang controls all of Yanjing's sex industry, from large clubs like Dream Paradise to small hair salons and ordinary hotels.

The Mad Wolf Gang's arms business is similar to the other two gangs, though they also have some involvement in the other two sectors, though it only accounts for a maximum of 10%.

It's not that they can't expand into the other two sectors, but rather that they deliberately maintain this balance. While their feud is irreconcilable, they know that their fates are intertwined; if they fight too fiercely, they will ultimately be wiped out by the police.

Enough of the digressions, let's get back to the point. This Green Dragon Gang is primarily involved in the drug trade. Undoubtedly, drugs pose the greatest threat to public security. Looking back at history, the Qing Dynasty collapsed under the influence of drugs.

While that might not be the exact figure, there's no doubt that the Green Dragon Gang's existence has significantly impacted the security situation in Yanjing. And drugs are a primary focus for the Yanjing police.

Shen Ruoxi has always wanted to eradicate the Green Dragon Gang, but lacked evidence. Now, with information that the Green Dragon Gang has extensive drug dealings with drug lords in the Golden Triangle, how could she let this opportunity slip by?

To avoid alerting them, they had already laid an ambush, with Shen Ruoxi personally leading the operation, waiting for the criminals to appear so they could wipe them out.

However, Shen Ruoxi hadn't expected that at this crucial moment, Yang Fan would suddenly appear. And, of all things to do, he deliberately brought a woman with him—wasn't that just deliberately trying to annoy her?

Glancing at the time, Shen Ruoxi realized it was still early before the criminals' transaction. A plan flashed through her mind…

“Oh no!”

The glint in Shen Ruoxi's eyes was fleeting, but Yang Fan keenly caught it. Based on his understanding of Shen Ruoxi, he knew he was in trouble!

Sure enough, just as Yang Fan felt a sense of unease, Shen Ruoxi stood up and walked with graceful steps, blending seamlessly with the music in the bar, moving to the perfect rhythm.

“Handsome young man, how about buying me a drink?”

Just as Yang Fan was about to greet her, Shen Ruoxi's words almost made him jump.

“What does she want?”

Seeing Shen Ruoxi sitting next to him with such familiarity, yet acting as if she didn't recognize him, Yang Fan was filled with questions. He didn't consider himself stupid, but for some reason, his thoughts always seemed to drift when facing women.

Unfortunately, Shen Ruoxi completely ignored Yang Fan's puzzled expression and instead shifted her gaze to Lin Wan'er. Although she had noticed Lin Wan'er's good looks from afar, upon closer inspection, Shen Ruoxi had to admit that this woman, in terms of both appearance and temperament, was in no way inferior to herself!

"That bastard, he really has a way with women. First Gu Feifei, and now this woman. I wonder how many innocent women he's ruined!"

Thinking this, Shen Ruoxi's displeasure intensified.

Little did she know that while she was sizing up Lin Wan'er, the other woman was also curiously observing her. With a woman's intuition, Lin Wan'er knew that this woman's relationship with Yang Fan was definitely not ordinary.

Although she had deliberately worn heavy makeup, even appearing somewhat vulgar, and dressed rather seductively, Lin Wan'er had to admit that this woman was indeed very beautiful. In particular, the heroic spirit that occasionally emanated from her was strikingly similar to that of her brother, which made her even more puzzled.

She knew that the aura was a unique quality of a soldier, meaning that the seemingly glamorous woman in front of her was actually a soldier!

Aside from her somewhat volatile temper, Lin Wan'er's intelligence matched her beauty. While not as sharp as Shen Ruoxi's, her ability to read people was still formidable.

In particular, Lin Wan'er clearly caught Yang Fan's astonishment the moment he saw her again. That one glance alone was enough to explain everything!

"Handsome young man, how about dancing with me?"

Just as Yang Fan was at a loss, Shen Ruoxi suddenly leaned most of her body against him. Just as Yang Fan felt his arm pressed against two soft mounds, he heard her cold voice: "Come with me, or you're dead!"

Slightly startled, looking at Shen Ruoxi's stunningly beautiful face, less than ten centimeters away, Yang Fan couldn't believe that voice came from her. What is acting? What is a true talent? What is a smile hiding a knife? Yang Fan didn't know before, but now he understood it all!

"But I can't dance!"

Yang Fan wanted to say this, but when his eyes met Shen Ruoxi's, he clearly felt her threat. The delicate hands that had been on his arm had changed from a grasp to a squeeze, pinching a vulnerable spot on his waist. Helpless, he could only force a smile and say, "Okay, dancing with such a beautiful sister is more than I could ask for..."

Watching the two of them join her on the dance floor, Lin Wan'er's eyes practically spit fire. She never expected that this bastard Yang Fan would kick her aside for that woman, without even a word of warning!

What was this? The person she brought had benefited someone else. Was she being made a pimp? Or a middleman for a matchmaking agency?

Lin Wan'er was furious, but had nowhere to vent her anger. Just then, the waiter brought over the drinks she had ordered. She could only vent her anger on that bottle of red wine…

Meanwhile, Yang Fan and Shen Ruoxi on the dance floor weren't dancing passionately as Lin Wan'er had imagined. Instead, both of them moved their bodies stiffly, appearing quite uncomfortable.

Yang Fan couldn't dance, and neither could Shen Ruoxi. Although she knew some ballroom dancing, she really couldn't do the kind of hot dancing in a bar. Having grown up in a military camp, fighting and brawling were commonplace for her, but dancing was truly a challenge for this high-ranking official!

Fortunately, this kind of dance had no rules; you could twist and turn however you wanted. The reason she was uncomfortable was mainly because Shen Ruoxi, as a high-ranking official, rarely frequented nightclubs like bars.

However, after the initial discomfort, she quickly adapted. Swaying her body, she whispered in Yang Fan's ear, "Yang Fan, this isn't a place for you. Take your friend and leave immediately!"

Hearing this, Yang Fan immediately confirmed his suspicions. Shen Ruoxi's frequenting of this kind of place was unusual, especially with several burly men accompanying her. Judging from their constantly vigilant demeanor, their identities were immediately obvious.

Therefore, Yang Fan knew that Shen Ruoxi's sudden appearance in this place must be for a case. If he hadn't known, Yang Fan might have left, but now that he knew, was it possible for him to pretend not to know and leave?

Although he wasn't exactly a saint and had no real relationship with Shen Ruoxi, that didn't mean he could just stand by and watch her get into danger. Besides, his intuition told him that tonight's events were destined to be anything but ordinary…

Yang Fan said nonchalantly, “What? My dear Chief, are you jealous? Actually, we're nothing to each other.”

“Jealous? I'd never be jealous of you! I'm asking you, are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, don't blame me for being rude to you when we get back!”

Shen Ruoxi was speechless. How could this guy be so shameless? Besides, even if she were jealous, would she act like a normal person and throw a tantrum?

Actually, what he didn't know was that she did indeed have a bit of a petulant air about her right now. Not to mention the usually stern and unsmiling female bureau chief, even when she threw a tantrum, her charm was so captivating that Yang Fan was mesmerized…

Chapter 92 [First to the Rescue]

Unconsciously, Yang Fan's hand was wrapped around Shen Ruoxi's supple waist, and he swayed his body nimbly to the rhythm of the energetic music. Although he couldn't dance, he was also quite skilled in martial arts, so how could dancing be a challenge for him? Moreover, this dance had no rules whatsoever; one could simply let loose.

"Sweetheart, don't talk, let's dance!"

He whispered these words in Shen Ruoxi's ear, even surprising Yang Fan himself! When did he become so perceptive?

At the same time, Shen Ruoxi's entire body trembled slightly. Not to mention that her waist, which had never been touched before, was now being held down by a pair of strong hands, Yang Fan's words alone made her brain short-circuit.

It was a sickeningly sweet statement, yet Shen Ruoxi felt an inexplicable pleasure. The voice, as if possessed by magic, flowed through her entire body. At the same time, it felt as if an electric current was coursing through her waist from those large hands, sending shivers down her spine… In the past, if anyone dared to call her "darling" or be so intimate with her, they would likely have been beaten to a pulp, if not broken. Shen Ruoxi's fierceness was renowned not only throughout the military region but also throughout the entire police station.

Who had ever seen the chief so intimately connected with a woman? In the past, no one would have believed it, but now, the plainclothes officers Shen Ruoxi brought were all wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief… Besides these stunned officers, there was another person whose expression wasn't disbelief, but anger. This person was none other than Lin Wan'er!

She never imagined that she would become a "living Lei Feng" who planted the tree for others to enjoy the shade, only to have someone

else beat her to it! What angered her even more was that this bastard Yang Fan dared to make such intimate gestures with another woman right in front of her. Wasn't he completely disregarding her?

If she hadn't retained a shred of reason, she might have already exploded and knocked this "adulterous couple" to the ground. However, even so, Lin Wan'er was on the verge of exploding... "Yang... Yang Fan, you need to leave here quickly. This isn't a place for you to stay tonight!"

Shen Ruoxi, being a former soldier, possessed a willpower far beyond that of ordinary people. Thinking about what was about to happen, she quickly calmed down.

"Heh, why?"

Yang Fan said nonchalantly.

"Don't worry about that. Just leave quickly. Something bad is going to happen tonight,"

Shen Ruoxi said anxiously.

"What could possibly happen? Besides, even if something did, with you, the dignified bureau chief, here, would any fool dare to cause trouble?"

"Sigh, I can't explain it to you in a short time. I'm asking you, are you leaving or not?"

If soft tactics don't work, then hard ones will do; if that doesn't work, then forceful ones will do. At this point, Shen Ruoxi had no choice but to resort to force!

"I'm afraid even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't leave now!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan gestured for Shen Ruoxi to look towards the entrance.

Following Yang Fan's direction, a group of fierce-looking men suddenly appeared at the entrance of the bar. The men at the front pushed aside anyone they encountered along the way. Those people wanted to curse, but when they saw who it was, they all chose to remain silent.

"Damn it, how did they get here so fast?"

Subconsciously, Shen Ruoxi reached for the gun hidden at her waist. Although her face was still slightly flushed, her expression began to turn serious.

"Be careful later!"

Shen Ruoxi knew Yang Fan had some skill and could protect himself. Besides, she needed to command her subordinates, so after saying this, she parted ways with Yang Fan.

Shrugging, Yang Fan lost interest in continuing to dance. He left the dance floor and walked towards Lin Wan'er, but when his eyes met hers, he clearly saw the intense anger in her eyes.

Instinctively shrinking back, Yang Fan walked to Lin Wan'er's side and said somewhat awkwardly, "She's a friend of mine!"

"Hmph, I didn't ask you, do you need to explain?"

Lin Wan'er said casually, but her expression clearly showed she was extremely jealous.

Yang Fan found it somewhat amusing and intended to tease her a bit, but just then, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the group of burly men who had just entered the bar. His eyes narrowed slightly when he noticed one of them…

This man had a refined and handsome appearance, standing no more than 1.75 meters tall, slender but not weak. However, the hideous scar on his face ruined his overall aura, making him appear particularly ferocious and terrifying in the dim lighting.

However, what interested Yang Fan wasn't the scar on his face, but rather the man's demeanor. He stood there, yet his entire being was like an arrow released from a bow, poised to strike!

“This is a master!”

With just one glance, Yang Fan determined that this man was different, and moreover, his strength was probably no less than Eisen's!

"Judging from Ruoxi's actions tonight, it must be related to this person. While the police force is capable enough to deal with ordinary people, they're clearly not strong enough to handle this guy!"

Yang Fan knew that although we're no longer in the era of cold weapons, and bullets are far more powerful than ancient arrows, posing a deadly threat to most people, it doesn't mean everyone is afraid of bullets.

Take him, for example; catching a bullet barehanded is child's play, let alone being injured by one. Clearly, this scarred man belonged to the category of people bullets couldn't threaten.

While Yang Fan was sizing up the scarred man, he was also surveying the entire bar, his cold gaze sweeping across the space. He nodded slightly, and immediately his men began clearing the area.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this place is booked by my Green Dragon Gang tonight! All your expenses will be on my tab. Please give us the Green Dragon Gang some face!"

The scarred man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone in the bar, even drowning out the powerful DJ music. His tone, though polite, was filled with a chilling, bloodthirsty edge, sending shivers down the spines of everyone who heard it.

The energetic music suddenly stopped, and the patrons who had been dancing wildly on the dance floor froze, as if struck by lightning. The once noisy bar fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. Many faces showed confusion, but when they heard the name "Green Dragon Gang," they all fell silent.

In Yanjing, who didn't know the names of the three major gangs? Especially since this area was Green Dragon Gang territory—not only them, but even high-ranking government officials would likely give them face.

In an instant, the patrons in the bar seemed to have rehearsed beforehand, leaving one after another obediently. Some even whispered greetings as they passed the scarred man.

In the blink of an eye, only Yang Fan and his companion, along with Shen Ruoxi and her group, remained in the large bar.

"Hey kid, you want to die? Get the hell out of here!"

Seeing that Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er didn't move, a burly man shouted from afar. As he cursed, he was about to charge at Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er.

Waving his hand to stop his men, the scarred man didn't even glance at Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er, instead shifting his gaze to where Shen Ruoxi and her group were. In his eyes, Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er were probably already dead. Since they were dead, what did it matter whether they existed or not?

"Director Shen, long time no see!"

Ignoring Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er, the scarred man walked straight to where Shen Ruoxi and her group were, crossed his arms, and smiled mockingly.

"Poison Dragon? One of the three great generals of the Green Dragon Gang!"

Upon seeing the scarred man, Shen Ruoxi was unaware she'd been tricked. However, her face showed no panic; instead, she calmly revealed his identity.

"Heh, I didn't expect even the dignified bureau chief to know of a nobody like Poison Dragon. Should I feel lucky? Or unlucky? Or terrified?"

Poison Dragon's gaze lingered on Shen Ruoxi's face for a moment, his eyes remaining completely unmoved. It was as if the person standing before him wasn't a stunning beauty, but merely an ordinary opponent.

Shen Ruoxi said, "I think the one who should be feeling unfortunate or terrified is me, not you, right?" "

Haha, Director Shen truly lives up to her reputation as a heroine. Director Shen's courage is truly ashamed of us! At this moment, to remain so calm, no wonder Yanjing has achieved such prosperity under Director Shen's leadership. Putting aside everything else, just this composure alone is enough to make me feel inferior!"

Ignoring the praise, Shen Ruoxi calmly said, "I think tonight's events were also a trap you set, deliberately waiting for me to fall into it, right? Tell me, what is your purpose in going to such lengths to invite me here?"

Poison Dragon casually found a seat in front of Shen Ruoxi before continuing, "Director Shen is indeed straightforward. That's right, the reason I invited Director Shen here is not for any other reason than to have a casual chat with her. For example, about the future development of Yanjing, social order, and the safety of ordinary citizens!"

"Pfft!"

As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, Yang Fan spat out the water he had just drunk. This guy is really funny. A gangster actually comes to talk to the bureau chief about social order and economic development. Is he out of his mind? Or is he overconfident?

Yang Fan thought he was pretty good, but he didn't expect there to be someone even more awesome than him. Sure enough, there's always someone better. This guy, you can't help but admire him!

Chapter 93 [Police-Criminal Standoff]

"The outbreak continues, brothers, where are the flowers? Don't hold back anymore, hurry up and smash oppa to death!"

Not only was Yang Fan amused, but even Lin Wan'er, who had been keeping a straight face, couldn't help but laugh. By now, she also knew Shen Ruoxi's identity. Although she was surprised that the other party had become the bureau chief at such a young age, after hearing Poison Dragon's 'witty' joke, she had to admire the eloquence of this one of the three great generals of the Green Dragon Gang!

One is black, one is white, one is righteous, one is evil, and they actually came together to casually discuss national affairs. And he even invited her willingly! Did he really think the Green Dragon Gang's power could control national treasures and reverse the course of history?

Shen Ruoxi laughed, but not out of amusement, but out of anger. Different positions lead to different perspectives. Yang Fan and his companion, not being directly involved, might at most think the Poison Dragon was just showing off.

But Shen Ruoxi was different. This was a complete disregard for her as the bureau chief, and for the entire Yanjing police force. Not only her, but even the officers behind her wore expressions of rage.

This wasn't just a provocation; it was blatant disregard, utter contempt. Contempt for the entire Yanjing police force, contempt for the entire Chinese police force!

Shen Ruoxi's smile, while not quite enough to topple cities or nations, was certainly captivating. But her smile suddenly froze, as if a moment ago it was the warmth of spring, and the next, a blanket of ice. With the change in her expression, the temperature in the entire bar seemed to drop.

"Who do you think you are, Poison Dragon? Do you think you can represent the entire Green Dragon Gang? Or do you think the Green Dragon Gang is strong enough to oppose the entire Chinese police force? Believe it or not, with just one phone call, I can send tanks straight to your Green Dragon Gang headquarters within a day!"

Yang Fan broke out in a cold sweat; Shen Ruoxi's threats were truly audacious. Not only him, but even Poison Dragon's confident smile froze.

Although he knew she was just threatening him, he dared not doubt the truth of her words. If she were provoked too much, it wasn't impossible for her to deploy the army against the Green Dragon Gang.

The biggest reason they dared not push Shen Ruoxi too far was precisely because of her background. Imagine, a girl barely in her early twenties becoming the head of a bureau—that's no small feat, requiring a powerful background.

While the Green Dragon Gang isn't without government support, it pales in comparison to the Shen family of Yanjing!

After a couple of dry laughs, Poison Dragon continued, "Heh, I was just joking to lighten the mood, but I didn't expect Director Shen to dislike it, so forget it!"

Shen Ruoxi remained cold and said, "Stop with the nonsense, tell me, what exactly do you want to do tonight?"

"Since Director Shen is so generous, then I, Poison Dragon, won't beat around the bush anymore. Director Shen, your massive crackdown has damaged many of our interests. We're all trying to make a living in Yanjing, and we'll run into each other all the time. Can you give us a way out and let's stop here!"

In fact, the main reason Poison Dragon brought Shen Ruoxi here was because Shen Ruoxi's crackdown on organized crime and prostitution these past few days had not only affected their business, but also resulted in countless establishments being shut down or raided.

They had suffered heavy losses in just a few days, forcing them to approach Shen Ruoxi hoping for a compromise.

Indeed, they are gangsters, no match for the police. But if pushed to the limit and driven to madness, the consequences of thousands of gang members gathering and causing trouble are undeniable.

Of course, this is something neither side wants to see. If a mass riot occurs, the Green Dragon Gang will face utter destruction.

Similarly, if such a thing happens, Shen Ruoxi won't fare any better. The public opinion alone will be enough to suffocate her. Not to mention the immense impact of tens of thousands of people rioting.

It was precisely because he understood this that Poison Dragon dared to approach Shen Ruoxi. In other words, if he hadn't been so pressured by Shen Ruoxi, he wouldn't have willingly bowed down. Now that

the conversation had reached this point, Shen Ruoxi understood his true meaning. If it were anyone else, perhaps the matter would have ended there, but they were dealing with Shen Ruoxi, who was fearless and had an equally formidable background.

What Shen Ruoxi found most unacceptable was that they had recently sent someone to assassinate her, and now, fearing her retaliation, they were offering to make peace. What kind of worldly favors are these?

Besides, she hadn't become the bureau chief solely for promotion and wealth; if that were the case, she wouldn't have had to suffer this ordeal. With the Shen family's power, she could easily secure a good job.

She had her own beliefs and pursuits, and especially as someone from a military family, she was more intolerant of the existence of the underworld than most. Therefore, almost without thinking, she said, "If you want a way out, fine, disband the Green Dragon Gang and turn yourself in to the police station!" He

frowned slightly. Although he knew this young woman was difficult to deal with, Poison Dragon hadn't expected her to show no respect whatsoever. As one of the Green Dragon Gang's three top generals, wherever he went, as long as he mentioned his name, who would dare not give him face?

This time, he had lowered himself to negotiate, but who knew they wouldn't show him any respect? Who in the underworld is a kind soul? The smile on Du Long's face gradually froze. He stared at Shen Ruoxi and said, word by word, "So, Director Shen isn't giving you any face at all, and there's no room for negotiation?"

"Face? Hmph, what makes you think I'd give you face? And if you want to talk, fine, go to the police station's interrogation room. Someone will talk to you there!"

"Sigh! It seems Director Shen is really determined to go down this dark path. Well, there's no other way. Since someone isn't giving us a way out, then he won't have an easy time either!"

As he spoke, Du Long waved his right hand, and immediately the crowd behind him pulled out their weapons, pointing them at Shen Ruoxi and her group.

Shen Ruoxi seemed completely oblivious to the guns pointed at her, calmly saying, "Hmph, very well, illegal possession of firearms. Just for that, I'm confident I can make you regret it!"

Du Long's original intention was simply to threaten Shen Ruoxi, but he hadn't expected her to be so indifferent and instead use this as a pretext to threaten him.

Indeed, he didn't dare to openly kill Shen Ruoxi, but that didn't mean he had no way to deal with her. Otherwise, they wouldn't have hired assassins to deal with her before. Moreover, he also had foolproof arrangements for tonight. Originally, he wanted to have a proper talk, but since they couldn't talk now, then he could only...

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

As Poison Dragon lowered his right hand, several silenced gunshots rang out. The police officers next to Shen Ruoxi barely had time to react before they were riddled with bullets.

"Old Wang, Little Li... Poison Dragon, you actually dared to assault the police!"

The sudden turn of events shocked Shen Ruoxi. She never expected that Poison Dragon would actually fire a gun. Wasn't he afraid of wiping out the entire Green Dragon Gang?

Seeing the astonishment on Shen Ruoxi's face, a smug look flashed across Poison Dragon's face. His long scar stretched even longer with his smile, looking exceptionally terrifying.

"What? Director Shen? Is that strange? But you're wrong about one thing. We didn't assault a police officer, we killed one. But don't worry, you'll be joining them soon. Tsk tsk, the murder of the Beijing police chief, I think that news should be sensational enough, right?"

Hearing what Poison Dragon said, Shen Ruoxi calmed down and slowly analyzed, "It seems you planned this all along. If I'm not mistaken, the assassins a few days ago were also arranged by you, right? Also, I think tonight's events will be attributed to drug lords in the Golden Triangle. Of course, most importantly, Poison Dragon, you're not a member of the Green Dragon Gang, are you?"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Poison Dragon clapped his hands several times and laughed, "Very good, very good. As expected of the most promising young police chief in China, you can deduce so much just from these few things. It seems we really can't let you live!"

"However, considering you're about to die, I can tell you: yes, I, Poison Dragon, am not a member of the Green Dragon Gang. But so what? You're destined to die tonight, and after tonight, the Green Dragon Gang will be a mere shell of its former self. Not only will you die, but your entire Shen family will be wiped out sooner or later. What? Do you want me to tell you who's behind me? Unfortunately, I won't tell you, never. You'll have to find the answer to this secret in the underworld!"

"Poison Dragon, one day you will pay the price for what you did today, and that day won't be far off!"

Shen Ruoxi said, her eyes red. Seeing her warrior, her colleague, sacrifice himself before her eyes, her feelings were unimaginable.

Shrugging, Poison Dragon was completely unfazed by Shen Ruoxi's threat. "Goodbye, beautiful Director!"

As he spoke, he took a pistol from one of his underlings and aimed it at Shen Ruoxi…

“Bang!”

The gun didn’t fire, but the sound of shattering glass suddenly rang out in the quiet bar. Shen Ruoxi, who had been quietly waiting for her fate with her eyes closed, opened them and saw that the gun in Du Long’s hand had been knocked to the ground at some point, and in front of her was a pile of shattered glass.

At the same time, a slightly sighing voice also rang out in the bar: “Hey, Ruoxi, you were urging me to leave just now. If I had really left, wouldn’t you have been in danger?”

The speaker was naturally Yang Fan. Because the incident had happened so suddenly, even he couldn’t save the police officers. This made him regretful, but he couldn’t just stand by and watch Shen Ruoxi get hurt.

Chapter 94 [Straw Injury]

“Yang Fan? What are you still here?”

Hearing Yang Fan’s voice, Shen Ruoxi was overjoyed at first, then became anxious.

Although seeing Yang Fan at this moment lessened her regret somewhat, the entire bar was now filled with Poison Dragon's men, all armed with guns. Wouldn't Yang Fan be in grave danger here?

Thinking this, the excitement that had just risen in Shen Ruoxi's heart vanished instantly. The situation was already beyond repair; was it really necessary to add more casualties?

Without answering Shen Ruoxi's question, Yang Fan shifted his gaze to Poison Dragon. Frankly, the only person in the entire bar who had any interest in him was Poison Dragon.

"Don't you know that pointing a gun at a girl is very impolite?"

Hearing Yang Fan's question, Poison Dragon's eyes flashed with cold light. The fact that Yang Fan had knocked his gun away with a glass earlier made him realize that the other party was a master, but he wasn't particularly concerned. In another corner, under a calculated attack, he could do the same thing.

What puzzled him was that he couldn't sense any fluctuation of aura from the other party, and even now, he couldn't detect any aura at all. This situation could only mean that the other party was an ordinary person, or that the other party's strength far surpassed his own.

However, the first scenario was clearly impossible. Could someone who could shoot down his pistol from twenty meters away be an ordinary person? But to say that his strength far surpassed his own was equally unbelievable.

The other person was only a few years old; when he was that age, he probably hadn't even reached the Acquired Realm yet. But now, he was already a Master of the Innate Realm, and had cultivated five minor cycles within his body.

Such strength, while not invincible, was certainly that of a master. At least in Yanjing, there weren't many who could defeat him.

However, although the other person was sitting there casually, he gave him a feeling of being like a cheetah, as if he were ready to strike at any moment, ready to pounce and bite if he showed the slightest weakness.

It was precisely because of this that Poison Dragon dared not move rashly; remaining still didn't mean he was truly afraid of Yang Fan. Looking at the twenty-odd men beside him, each holding a pistol, even the most skilled martial artist would be riddled with bullets if those twenty-odd fingers fired simultaneously.

Although he had misjudged Yang Fan's strength, which had surprised him slightly, it was merely surprise. Surprise and fear, though similar in meaning and even synonyms, convey entirely different effects. There

was no turning back tonight; the mere act of shooting a policeman was enough to condemn Poison Dragon to a life of exile. Therefore, he wouldn't let him leave alive, not even if it were the Emperor himself!

With this thought, the slight surprise in Poison Dragon's heart vanished. He clapped his hands, showing no displeasure at Yang Fan knocking his pistol away.

After staring at Yang Fan for a while, he finally asked, "May I ask which gang this friend belongs to?"

He didn't genuinely want to know Yang Fan's identity, but merely wanted to test Yang Fan's limits. He was a decisive and ruthless man; once he made up his mind, he wouldn't easily change it!

"You don't need to know which side I'm on. I just want to tell you that she's my friend, and none of you can hurt her!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan pointed at Shen Ruoxi.

"Haha, buddy, are you being too narcissistic? Or do you think you can outrun these twenty-odd guns of mine? Believe me, if you make a move, you'll be a hornet's nest, and of course, that includes the pretty lady next to you!"

Poison Dragon laughed loudly, and with his laughter, his men all moved their guns towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at Lin Wan'er. This little girl had been silent from the beginning, as if none of this concerned her. Even now, with Poison Dragon shifting his target to her, she showed no fear, still slowly savoring her wine…

Shrugging, not seeing the result he wanted from Lin Wan'er, Yang Fan could only say indifferently, “Whatever. If you want to try, I can't stop you. But don't blame me for not warning you, once you fire, there will be no more chances!”

“…”

Poison Dragon was speechless. He even wondered who was threatening whom? He felt as if the roles were reversed. He was the one threatening him, but from Poison Dragon's tone, it sounded like he was the one threatening him.

Having been in the underworld for so many years, he had seen all kinds of ruthless characters—the fierce, the crazy, the fearless, the reckless—but he had never seen someone be held at gunpoint and then threaten the other.

“Are you scared?”

Ignoring Poison Dragon's speechless expression, Yang Fan shifted his gaze to Shen Ruoxi.

Hearing Yang Fan's voice, Shen Ruoxi felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of peace, as if all her fear had vanished. She didn't speak, only gently shook her head.

Yang Fan continued, "Then do you trust me?"

Slightly taken aback, although she didn't know why Yang Fan asked this, Shen Ruoxi nodded firmly.

Although she was absolutely certain, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart when he saw Shen Ruoxi nod. After all, trusting him meant entrusting her life to him, and this kind of trust wasn't something easily given.

"Alright then, you can shoot!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, everyone was stunned. Poison Dragon was stunned because he seemed to have misheard; he was actually telling him to fire first! Lin Wan'er was stunned because this bastard had asked Shen Ruoxi but not her—wasn't that blatant disregard? As

for Shen Ruoxi, she hadn't expected Yang Fan to say something like that either, but when she saw his calm gaze, she almost blindly chose to trust him.

Trust—it's a very strange feeling. And this kind of trust is the kind that involves entrusting your life to the other person. Having grown up in the military, Shen Ruoxi understood this kind of trust very well. Only comrades-in-arms who have shared countless battles and faced life and death together can entrust their lives to each other without any doubt.

Yet now, she had chosen to believe Yang Fan without hesitation. They had only known each other for a few days at most, and although many things had happened in those days, it seemed far from the point of entrusting their lives to each other.

So why did she blindly choose to trust him? And this trust was without reason, without any basis whatsoever, yet it felt so real. Because she believed that Yang Fan wouldn't let anything happen to her…

“Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!”

After a moment of stunned silence, a fierce glint flashed in Poison Dragon's eyes. Although he was very curious about Yang Fan's background, his intuition told him that he couldn't wait any longer.

"Ling! Ling! Ling!"

Just as he was about to give the order to fire, Yang Fan flicked his arm lightly, and streaks of light flashed. It was unclear what he had flung out, but immediately afterward, screams of agony erupted from his men's mouths.

Looking down, Poison Dragon discovered that his men's hands, which had been gripping their guns, now bore straws of various colors.

These ordinary plastic straws, originally used for drinking beverages, were now deeply embedded in their hands, piercing through from one side to the other!

Poison Dragon's heart clenched. Leaving aside how thin an ordinary straw is, its hollow shape creates significant resistance when thrown, making it impossible for an average person to throw it very far.

Even for a master of concealed weapons, it would be difficult to use a straw as a projectile, especially from twenty meters away, let alone to injure an enemy!

But now, those straws piercing his men's hands told Poison Dragon a fact: it was all real!

This discovery sent a chill down Poison Dragon's spine. At this moment, he clearly realized Yang Fan's power. Putting aside everything else, he admitted he couldn't have done this. Moreover, his men were clearly incapacitated.

Swallowing hard, a cold wind swept over him, and he felt a chill run down his spine. Poison Dragon realized that he had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat…

His gaze involuntarily fell on Shen Ruoxi, who stood not far in front of him. A thought suddenly formed in Poison Dragon's mind: "As long as I capture this woman, I still have hope of escape!"

Unconsciously, Poison Dragon stopped thinking about killing to silence witnesses and started thinking about how to escape. There was no other way; his men had been taken down in the blink of an eye. Even if they weren't incapacitated, they would only be cannon fodder now. In the face of a true powerhouse, they didn't even qualify as cannon fodder.

Suddenly, a gleaming military dagger appeared in Poison Dragon's hand. Simultaneously, he leaped forward, instantly appearing before Shen Ruoxi. Before she could even register her surprise, the dagger was already pressed against her snow-white neck…

Slightly startled, Yang Fan hadn't expected Poison Dragon to react so quickly, subduing Shen Ruoxi before he could even react. He had to admit, he had been somewhat careless.

Seemingly noticing Yang Fan's change in expression, Poison Dragon smiled and said, "Hehe, we're both smart people, we should know what to do, right?"

Although Poison Dragon smiled, his smiling eyes radiated a chilling killing intent, and the military dagger in his hand moved even closer to Shen Ruoxi…

Chapter 95 [Harbor of Happiness]

Seeing the military dagger pressed against Shen Ruoxi's neck, Yang Fan slowly stood up, a layer of frost rising on his previously calm face.

"Do you know what I hate most? It's being threatened, especially when it involves my family and friends. Now, I'm giving you a chance. Either let her go and I'll give you a quick death, or you'll soon experience what it's like to be alive!"

Before this, Yang Fan hadn't intended to kill. Even when he did, he only crippled those people's hands, and after some treatment, they were fine. He hadn't even intended to kill Poison Dragon. But now, however, the killing intent in his heart surged. His

icy gaze and emotionless tone not only made Poison Dragon feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, but even Lin Wan'er beside Yang Fan felt Yang Fan's chilling killing intent!

"Well? You don't have much time to think!"

Ignoring Poison Dragon's astonished expression, Yang Fan still spoke calmly, and as he spoke, he slowly moved closer to him.

"You...you stay away! If you come any closer, I won't be polite. It's not impossible for me to let her go, but if you let me go, I'll leave Yanjing immediately!"

At this moment, Poison Dragon had long lost his previous composure. Looking at Yang Fan approaching step by step, he felt his throat go dry, a cold wind blowing down his back, and even his calves trembling involuntarily.

Shaking his head, as Yang Fan slowly advanced, his killing intent grew stronger: "Too late. If you hadn't used her to threaten me earlier, perhaps you would still have a chance, but now, you have no choice at all. I'll count to three. If you don't let go now, you'll definitely regret it!" "As long as you let me go, I promise I won't hurt him!" "One..." Ignoring the other party, Yang Fan slowly spoke. "Friend, leave a way out for everything, so you can meet again in the future.

Don't provoke me! " "Two..." Yang Fan continued. "We might as well die together!" Two voices, like the tolling of death, struck the mental defenses of Poison Dragon. After all, he was a man of the underworld; he still had some backbone. Seeing Yang Fan's aggressive advance, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he was about to stab with his military dagger… "You're courting death!" Yang Fan's gaze turned cold, and almost instantly, he shot towards Poison Dragon like a black line. The word "death" had barely left his lips when he appeared before Poison Dragon! At this moment, the military dagger in Poison Dragon's hand was less than half a centimeter away from Shen Ruoxi. Shen Ruoxi could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold; she could even imagine her neck being slashed. However, even at this distance of less than half a centimeter, the dagger simply wouldn't pierce through. Poison Dragon felt his right hand, holding the dagger, being clamped by an arm like an iron clamp. Then, a piercing pain shot through his lower abdomen. Before he could react, he was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string. From beginning to end, Poison Dragon hadn't clearly seen how Yang Fan made his move. As for Shen Ruoxi, she only felt a chill, and the next moment, she found herself in Yang Fan's embrace. This embrace, though not particularly firm, offered an inexplicable sense of security. Similarly, Yang Fan's body wasn't warm; on the contrary, the pervasive killing intent made him seem somewhat cold, yet Shen Ruoxi felt incredibly comfortable. Years of military service had prevented her from even considering herself a woman. Whether training in the army or working in politics, she had given her all, never considering her private life. But at this moment, she suddenly realized that a woman truly needs a safe haven to shelter her from the storms of life. So this haven was truly blissful… With her eyes closed, Shen Ruoxi nestled into Yang Fan's arms, as if grasping at a lifeline. Completely oblivious to her surroundings, she clung to him like an octopus, inhaling his unique masculine scent. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing quickened… This embrace caused Yang Fan to react instantly. It wasn't due to lust, but rather because Shen Ruoxi's movement pressed her full breasts against his body. The thin fabric offered little protection from their heat, and the touch of those naturally soft mounds against his chest sent a shiver down his spine… It was impossible not to react! Fortunately, Poison Dragon's reaction brought Yang Fan back to his senses. Poison Dragon struggled to his feet. While Yang Fan's attack had injured him, it wasn't fatal. However, Poison Dragon also realized that if he wanted to live tonight, he had to kill his opponent. Although the difference in their strength was huge, he was not without a chance.

Gripping his military dagger, Poison Dragon stared coldly at Yang Fan. The curved blade gleamed with a blinding cold light in the reflection of the sun. Poison Dragon's aura shifted dramatically the moment he gripped the blade.

His tall frame stood like a javelin, his entire being seemingly transforming into a long, gleaming blade, its overwhelming aura sweeping across the heavens and earth!

Sensing this change, a flicker of surprise crossed Yang Fan's eyes. Although he had anticipated Poison Dragon's strength, he hadn't expected him to possess such power.

Judging from his aura, his internal energy circulation must have been quite significant. Such strength certainly gave him reason to be arrogant, but unfortunately, he had encountered Yang Fan!

Pulling Shen Ruoxi behind him, he took a light step forward, and a boundless aura slowly erupted from Yang Fan's body. An invisible energy vortex slowly spread out from Yang Fan. The wine glasses on the table nearby swayed and clinked together under the influence of Yang Fan's aura, seemingly cheering on the two.

Yang Fan's sudden burst of powerful energy startled Poison Dragon. As a martial artist himself, he knew how rare ancient martial artists were in modern society—to put it somewhat inappropriately, they were rarer than pandas!

He never expected that an operation he thought was foolproof would actually encounter an ancient martial artist, leaving him unsure whether to feel fortunate or unfortunate! But

the surprise in his eyes was fleeting. Anyone who could cultivate ancient martial arts was undoubtedly a person of unwavering faith. Moreover, he knew that if he didn't defeat his opponent, he would have no chance of escape today. So, as Yang Fan's momentum continued to rise, Poison Dragon also moved...

With a flick of his blade, the light that had been shining on it instantly reflected back at Yang Fan. The blinding light made Yang Fan squint slightly. Seizing this opportunity, Poison Dragon gripped the blade with both hands, his entire being seemingly transforming into a long sword in that instant, slashing straight at Yang Fan!

Before the blade even reached its destination, the powerful blade energy sent some tables and chairs flying nearby. Under the oncoming blade energy, Yang Fan's long, black shawl billowed in the wind, revealing his chiseled face.

His gaze fixed on the tip of the blade, Yang Fan seemed oblivious to the rapidly approaching figure. To outsiders, he appeared as if he had been frozen in fear, blankly waiting for his opponent to cleave him in two!

"Ah! Be careful!"

Shen Ruoxi and Lin Wan'er, seeing Yang Fan standing there dumbfounded, almost simultaneously cried out a warning.

"Ling! Ling! Ling!"

Just as the two men, unable to bear seeing Yang Fan cleaved in two, closed their eyes in terror, Yang Fan moved! Several straws he had been holding flew from his hand, whistling through the air as they hurtled towards Poison Dragon.

The straws, moving at such incredible speed, left afterimages, appearing from afar like shooting stars—quite beautiful! But this beauty was transformed into terrifying, deadly projectiles in Poison Dragon's eyes.

Wielding his blade like the wind, he swiftly slashed several times with his military knife. The long blade struck the oncoming straws, producing a series of metallic clanging sounds, even sparks flying from the impact…

Having cleaved all the straws in two, Poison Dragon felt as if his arms no longer belonged to him, his tiger's mouth throbbing with pain. Gritting his teeth, he knew he had no way out. A desperate glint flashed in his eyes. With a roar, Poison Dragon leaped into the air, man and blade becoming one, like a god, cleaving towards Yang Fan with the force of a mountain splitting!

As Poison Dragon soared, two footprints, each two inches deep, were clearly imprinted on the ground where he had just landed. Around the footprints, tiny cracks spread like a spiderweb.

The fact that he had managed to leave two footprints on such solid concrete floor showed the immense impact of his stomp!

In mid-air, Poison Dragon's towering figure exuded oppressive power, like a mountain, completely enveloping Yang Fan. Facing this earth-shattering attack, he remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the blade tip drawing ever closer to his brow, his expression calm and composed!

The burly man high in the sky was brimming with confidence in his all-out attack, but for some reason, when his gaze met the calm, still eyes of his opponent, an ominous premonition suddenly rose from the depths of his heart. Just as this strange emotion stirred within him, his military dagger was about to cleave Yang Fan's head...

Clang! But just when Poison Dragon thought it was all over, his charge abruptly halted, his face filled with disbelief!

The tip of Poison Dragon's blade was less than half an inch from Yang Fan's brow; one more step and he would have cleaved him in two. But that half-inch seemed like an insurmountable barrier, impossible to cross!

At the point where their blades met, a clearly visible energy wave rippled outwards in all directions, overturning countless tables and chairs along its path, and even tearing up the ground! Like the aftershocks of a missile explosion, even tables and chairs a short distance away were shaken violently by this unparalleled force…

Chapter 96 [Combat Skills Displayed]

Although Yang Fan had withstood the opponent's full-force attack, the force still caused his blood to surge. The powerful force passed through his body, completely destroying the ground beneath him.

Boom!

Yang Fan's legs, which had been pressed together, suddenly parted, his feet digging deep into the ground. The hard concrete floor beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing a massive shockwave. Although he had managed to trap the Poison Dragon's full-force attack with two fingers, he couldn't stop its immense power.

The strength of a Xiantian martial artist was enough to kill a water buffalo with a single punch, and the Poison Dragon's attack was a full-force strike, further amplified by its dive. The force of this attack was no less than ten thousand jin. If it weren't for his exceptional physique, the shockwave alone would have been enough to injure Yang Fan.

Crack!

The military knife in Poison Dragon's hand could no longer withstand the powerful impact of these two opposing forces, shattering inch by inch, turning into countless fragments that scattered down! Poison Dragon, having exhausted his old strength and not yet generated new, plummeted towards the ground…

"Die!"

Just as Poison Dragon was falling from the sky, Yang Fan pulled his legs, which were deeply embedded in the ground, out. Moving with lightning speed, just as Poison Dragon's body was about to hit the ground, Yang Fan's leg, imbued with all his strength, struck Poison Dragon's chest…

A barely audible sound of bones cracking rang out, and then Poison Dragon's tall body flew backward like a ball. His toes hooked on the ground, kicking up dirt, and streams of bright red blood spurted from his chest!

Bang!

Poison Dragon's body was thrown back several meters, crashing into the bar counter before finally landing on the ground. On the counter, bottles of fine wine shattered and fell to the ground, with countless more smashing against Poison Dragon's body.

Yang Fan didn't press his advantage, firstly because it wasn't necessary, and secondly because he was currently experiencing the changes within his body. The brief exchange had finally given him a clear understanding of his own strength. He hadn't used any true energy;

he relied entirely on the power of his physical body. After being strengthened by the Buddha's Bone Rebirth, the strength of his bones had reached an indescribable level. Take, for example, his two-finger clamp—he had actually managed to catch the full-force attack of a Xiantian master with just two fingers!

This would have been unimaginable before. Even though his strength far surpassed his opponent's, without a robust physique, he simply couldn't withstand such immense force.

Especially since his fingers didn't have much muscle, being mostly bones and joints. In other words, the majority of the force of that attack was directly absorbed by his bones. However, the force that could kill even a cow was held firmly between Yang Fan's two fingers, demonstrating just how strong his bones were!

That finger strike was the Solo Drill Seal from the Acala Mudra, using the finger as a drill, unbreakable and invincible! This was Yang Fan's first time using a technique from the Nine Syllable Mantra, yet its effect far exceeded his expectations.

"The Acala Mudra truly lives up to its reputation as a Buddhist masterpiece; its power is astounding!"

Even Yang Fan himself was shocked by the Solo Drill Seal's immense power. This Solo Drill Seal is merely the first of the fourteen seals of the Acala Mudra, yet its power is already so immense. This demonstrates just how powerful the Acala Mudra truly is!

Not all fourteen seals of the Acala Mudra are offensive. For example, the Head Seal, Eye Seal, Mouth Seal, Heart Seal, and Armor Seal strengthen corresponding body organs, serving as defensive techniques. The Solo Drill Seal, Treasure Mountain Seal, Flame Seal, Sword Seal, and Three-Drill Vajra Seal are primarily offensive techniques. As for the Lion's Roar Seal, Fire-Shielding Seal, Conch Seal, and Rope Seal, they are auxiliary techniques.

The fourteen hand seals within the Immovable King Seal, though each with a different force, complement each other, combining offense and defense, and their combined power can be infinitely amplified.

Of course, with Yang Fan's current strength, the true power of the Immovable King Seal is only one or two-tenths of its potential. But even so, it is still something that no ordinary person can withstand...

The clash between the two seemed to last a long time, but it was actually completed in an instant. From the moment Poison Dragon rose from the ground to attack Yang Fan, to the moment Yang Fan caught his military dagger and kicked him away, the entire action was not only fluid but also completed in an instant. By the time everyone reacted, Poison Dragon was already lying on the ground unconscious.

"Yang Fan, is he... is he alright?"

Although Shen Ruoxi did not understand martial arts, she was born into a military family and naturally had some insight. Not to mention anything else, Poison Dragon's skills were extremely rare even within their family, yet now, he had been kicked unconscious by Yang Fan. Even a fool could guess Yang Fan's strength.

"He should... be alright!"

Yang Fan said uncertainly.

Indeed, it was his first time fighting solely with physical strength, and his control over his power was unclear, leading to reckless attacks. Although Poison Dragon possessed innate-level strength, he couldn't guarantee his opponent would survive a single kick.

However, at the very least, Poison Dragon was completely crippled by Yang Fan's kick, which shattered his dantian, destroying all the true energy he had painstakingly cultivated. Therefore, even if Poison Dragon didn't die, he would be a cripple from now on!

Equally shocked was Lin Wan'er, who was standing not far away. Although she knew this guy, who could call her father a brother, was strong, she couldn't believe he was this powerful!

"My God, that's a master of the Innate Realm!"

Lin Wan'er came from a family of martial artists. Although she hadn't practiced any real ancient martial arts, she still had a keen eye. Judging from the momentum of Poison Dragon's attacks, it wasn't hard to determine his cultivation level. However, if a master of the Innate Realm couldn't even last a single round against Yang Fan, then just how strong was he?

At that moment, Lin Wan'er suddenly remembered her older brother's offer to give her to Yang Fan in exchange for a martial arts manual. It seemed like such a deal wasn't too bad...

"Yang Fan, something's wrong! Poison Dragon is dead!"

Just as Lin Wan'er was lost in thought, Shen Ruoxi's slightly anxious voice suddenly rang out.

Tonight's events were crucial; through him, they could not only find out who had betrayed them but also obtain a lot of evidence of the Green Dragon Gang's crimes. Therefore, he couldn't die so quickly.

Thus, without receiving a definite answer from Yang Fan, she immediately ran over to check Poison Dragon's injuries, only to find that he had already been dead for some time.

"What? Dead? Impossible!"

Although he wasn't entirely sure how hard his blow had been, with Poison Dragon's innate level strength, even if he couldn't survive, he shouldn't have died so quickly. Hearing Shen Ruoxi's words, Yang Fan immediately ran over, only to find that, as she said, Poison Dragon was indeed dead!

"There's no reason for this."

Although he wasn't particularly concerned about Poison Dragon's life or death, Yang Fan was filled with doubt about his demise. If it were anyone else, they would at most assume that he had gone too far, but who was Yang Fan? As a former assassin, how could he not know these details? So his intuition told him that Poison Dragon's death was suspicious.

He crouched down to examine Poison Dragon's body, and sure enough, Yang Fan found a flaw. There was a small bluish-black dot near his ear.

The dot was only the size of a pinhead, almost invisible unless you looked closely, and even if you did notice it, you wouldn't pay much attention to it. But the moment Yang Fan saw that bluish-black dot, his expression changed slightly.

"Death by poisoning!"

Yang Fan had already concluded that Poison Dragon wasn't killed by him, but rather died from poisoning.

Needless to say, the poison couldn't have been administered before he arrived. Although he couldn't determine the exact type of poison, Yang Fan was certain it was a potent one, fatal within seconds.

What puzzled Yang Fan was, who could poison

someone right under his nose? And so silently, without him even noticing. He thought the matter was closed, but then Yang Fan realized there was a conspiracy behind it all. Poison Dragon's murder was definitely a cover-up, someone trying to

silence him and prevent him from getting anything out of him. On the surface, the most suspicious party was the Green Dragon Gang. But from Poison Dragon's words, it was clear he wanted to frame the Green Dragon Gang for Shen Ruoxi, thus inciting them to fight the police. Therefore, the Green Dragon Gang could be ruled out.

But besides the Green Dragon Gang, who else wanted Shen Ruoxi dead? Who was trying to frame the Azure Dragon Gang? The Mad Tiger Gang? Or the Mad Wolf Gang? Or perhaps someone else? Unfortunately, all of this became an unsolved mystery with the death of Poison Dragon!

"It was her!"

Looking at the black dot behind Poison Dragon's ear, a name suddenly surfaced in Yang Fan's mind. Indeed, only she could have such a method of killing.

Within the assassin organization, besides its founder, the Grand Commander, its assassins are the King of Assassins, the Four Heavenly Kings, the Twelve Golden Hairpins, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals, and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.

Their strength, from highest to lowest, is ranked according to this order. Take the Nether Serpent, whom Yang Fan had met before, for example; her strength in the assassin organization would only rank her in the upper echelon of the Twelve Golden Hairpins; while the Four Heavenly Kings are second only to Yang Fan.

Although Yang Fan had never interacted with these people, he knew each of their methods of killing perfectly well. As for killing silently like Poison Dragon, only Poppy King, one of the Four Heavenly Kings second only to Yang Fan in strength, could accomplish such a feat within the assassin organization.

Therefore, Yang Fan was almost certain that Poison Dragon's death was inextricably linked to Poppy King! Connecting this to the encounter with the Nether Serpent a few days prior, Yang Fan seemed to grasp a fleeting realization, but this realization vanished in an instant…

Chapter 97 [Nine Heavens Thunder Technique]

"Brothers, it's the fifth watch again! Want another five? Ten? Then let the flowers fly!"

The matter at the Enchanting Bar was temporarily resolved. Given the magnitude of the incident, Shen Ruoxi, as the police chief, naturally had to stay and handle it. As for Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er, they returned to the Heavenly Might Martial Arts Hall together.

To Yang Fan's surprise, when he mentioned not returning tonight, Shen Ruoxi didn't react excessively. She simply told him to be careful and said nothing more. This surprised Yang Fan, leaving him both astonished and bewildered.

He vividly remembered how Shen Ruoxi had dismissed him last night. That's why Shen Ruoxi's current calm surprised him, giving him a sense of calm before the storm… Before he could even

consider Shen Ruoxi's unusual behavior, Yang Fan immediately noticed Lin Wan'er's odd behavior. Although she was still driving at a leisurely pace, Yang Fan felt she was constantly scrutinizing him.

Of course, this wasn't the tender, affectionate gaze of someone deeply in love; it was the look of a beggar eyeing a mountain of gold, like a beggar discovering a treasure. It made Yang Fan's scalp tingle!

"What are you looking at? Do you think I have flowers on my face?"

Unable to bear her gaze any longer, Yang Fan could only ask, forcing a smile.

"Tch, how would you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?"

This was supposed to be his script, but now she'd said it out loud, leaving Yang Fan speechless.

This girl, seemingly calm on the surface, was actually seething with anger. Upon discovering this, Yang Fan wisely chose to remain silent.

However, Lin Wan'er disagreed. Giving Yang Fan a provocative look, she calmly asked, "By the way, what kind of kung fu did you use just now? I've never seen it before. Aren't you and my dad's senior brothers?" Well,

now he finally knew what this girl was up to. But Yang Fan pretended to be clueless, asking with a puzzled expression, "What? Didn't my senior brother teach you? This is our sect's unique skill!"

"Unique skill? What's your sect called? I've never heard Dad mention it."

Sure enough, hearing Yang Fan's words, Lin Wan'er immediately became interested.

"Well… I don't know what our sect is called either. Including Master and Senior Brother, there are only three people in our sect!"

Yang Fan said somewhat embarrassedly.

This was the truth; his sect, if you counted on your fingers, only had three people, and one of them was a nominal disciple. The most embarrassing thing was that Yang Fan still didn't know the name of his sect, though he seemed to have heard his master mention something about Zen Buddhism.

"No wonder it's not famous, it's just a sect of three people. I was wondering why Dad didn't pass on his martial arts to us, it's too trashy!"

Lin Wan'er deliberately provoked him.

"Trying to play this trick on me, you're still a bit slow? I don't believe you can hold back!"

Yang Fan chuckled inwardly, but remained silent.

"What? Are you angry? Actually, I was just kidding. I thought the moves you used tonight were pretty good. How about we spar sometime?"

"No need!"

"Of course! How can you not? How will you know how powerful your sect's techniques are if you don't try? By the way, you still have to study, you don't have time. How about this, you write down those moves and I'll take them back to study. That way, it won't interfere with your studies, and I can also find out how good your sect's techniques are!"

"Isn't that necessary? Our sect is small and insignificant, our techniques aren't worth studying!"

"How can you be like this? Who speaks ill of their own sect? Or do you have no confidence in your sect at all? Don't you want to make your sect famous?"

"Heh, it's just empty fame, we don't care!"

"..."

Lin Wan'er took a few heavy breaths, feeling incredibly angry. Why was this guy so stubborn? He was completely oblivious. She had already said so much, didn't he understand what she meant? What a stingy guy!

Knowing this wouldn't fool Yang Fan, Lin Wan'er could only sigh and say, "Okay, I admit it, I want to learn martial arts from you because my dad refuses to teach us. I wonder if you'd be willing to teach me!"

With that, Lin Wan'er pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to look at Yang Fan eagerly.

"Teach you martial arts..."

Yang Fan deliberately drawled, "It's not impossible, but I have a condition!"

"What condition?"

"Well..."

As he spoke, Yang Fan deliberately glanced at Lin Wan'er's alluring figure.

Feeling Yang Fan's blatant gaze, Lin Wan'er understood his meaning perfectly. Gritting her teeth, she resolutely said, "Fine, as long as you teach me martial arts, you can do whatever you want!"

"Pfft!"

Yang Fan almost choked on his own saliva. He only wanted to scare this little girl, but who expected her to be so fierce? Moreover, Yang Fan was deeply shocked by Lin Wan'er's determination to learn martial arts.

"Teacher Lin, your thinking is a bit unhealthy! What I mean is, it's not impossible for me to teach you martial arts, as long as you call me 'Junior Uncle,' I'll teach you right away!"

"Really?"

Lin Wan'er looked at Yang Fan with disbelief, as if she thought she had misheard.

"Has this guy changed his ways?"

Recalling what Yang Fan had done to her during the day, Lin Wan'er strongly questioned his suggestion. They say a leopard can't change its spots, and while that analogy isn't entirely accurate, how could a lecherous guy possibly change his habit of stealing fish?

"What? You don't believe me?"

Yang Fan was somewhat annoyed that his character was being questioned.

"Of course... I believe you." Lin Wan'er's answer dealt a blow to Yang Fan. However, her next words gave him a glimmer of hope.

Actually, this wasn't Lin Wan'er's true feeling. What she really wanted to say was, "If I believed you, pigs would fly! Pshaw, you little rascal, I'll trick you into giving me the martial arts manual first, then expose your little tricks..."

Yang Fan was unaware of Lin Wan'er's true thoughts. On the contrary, gaining her trust made him feel incredibly comfortable. He almost wanted to grab her and say, "Fate! Fate! I've finally found my organization, my party!"

Finally suppressing his excitement, he asked, "Can you tell me why you want to learn martial arts?"

This was a question that had always puzzled Yang Fan. Although born into a martial arts family, her desire for martial arts far exceeded that of ordinary people, but surely it shouldn't be as obsessive as Lin Wan'er's? Moreover, Yang Fan clearly sensed a strong hatred in Lin Wan'er, meaning that her desire to learn martial arts wasn't simply about becoming stronger.

Originally, Yang Fan intended to teach Lin Wan'er his cultivation technique, because Lin Zhentian treated him like a father, caring for him meticulously. For this alone, he felt obligated to repay him.

Although his sect had rules against privately passing on sect techniques, the problem was that Yang Fan wasn't practicing his sect's technique. His technique wasn't from his sect; his master had told him it was a family heirloom called the Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique! The phrase

"Wind sweeps across the Nine Heavens, a flick of the finger evokes thunder" describes this technique. The Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique uses a sword to control thunder, learning the laws of heaven and earth through wind and thunder, entering the Dao through the art of connecting with nature, and harnessing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for its own use. Whether it's the Nirvana Sacred Fire or the Nine Nether Thunder, it can be controlled!

The Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Tribulation is divided into nine levels, each allowing control over a type of lightning. As cultivation deepens, the control over lightning and other spiritual energy of heaven and earth becomes increasingly refined. However, even now, Yang Fan has only just begun to learn the basics, and he hasn't even mastered a single type of lightning.

Even so, Yang Fan, who had just entered the realm of martial arts, still managed to suddenly reach the innate level and enter the embryonic breathing stage using this method. Moreover, in recent days, while practicing the Immovable King Mantra, he vaguely discovered that the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique was showing signs of a breakthrough.

Although Yang Fan didn't know the true power of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, he knew that its true power was no less than the Bodhi Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra passed down by his sect.

It was precisely for this reason that he had the idea of teaching this technique to Lin Wan'er and her brother. Of course, this was because Yang Fan didn't know that Lin Wan'er's body had already been strengthened, reaching the innate physique; otherwise, he probably would have taught her the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique without hesitation.

Yang Fan knew that Lin Zhentian hadn't taught the sect's techniques to Lin Wan'er and her brother because of the sect's rules, but his Nine Heavens Thunder Technique didn't have this restriction. However, he felt he should discuss this matter with Lin Zhentian. But now, he wanted to ask Lin Wan'er the real reason she wanted to learn martial arts.

"What reason could there be? Wanting to learn martial arts is obviously to become stronger and not be bullied. Besides, my family owns a martial arts school. If I don't know martial arts, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Lin Wan'er wanted to look Yang Fan directly in the eye to increase the credibility of her words, but the moment their gazes met, she involuntarily looked away.

She wasn't a girl who was good at lying, especially since she saw sincerity in Yang Fan's eyes, making it impossible for her to lie.

"Sigh, never mind, I'll tell you the truth. I want to learn martial arts because I want revenge!"

With a soft sigh, Lin Wan'er fell silent, a hint of sadness appearing in her eyes.

"Revenge?"

Although he had already guessed that Lin Wan'er's purpose in learning martial arts wasn't so simple, Yang Fan still hadn't expected her reason to be like this!

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that Lin Zhentian's wife had passed away twelve years ago. He'd heard she died of illness, but judging from Lin Wan'er's expression, that didn't seem to be the case…

Chapter 98 [Imparting Knowledge]

The carriage suddenly fell silent. Apart from the faint breathing, the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy. Seeing Lin Wan'er's silence, Yang Fan didn't know how to begin.

After a long while, Yang Fan said calmly, "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. Don't worry, I'll teach you martial arts. However, learning martial arts is extremely difficult. As for the kind of hardship you experience at your martial arts school, it's nothing compared to real martial arts training!"

"I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Hearing Yang Fan agree to teach her martial arts, Lin Wan'er's face lit up with joy. She nodded her head vigorously, as if making a promise to Yang Fan.

Seeing Lin Wan'er's current state, Yang Fan couldn't help but find it amusing. He suddenly remembered that she was his homeroom teacher, yet she was making promises to him like a child who had made a mistake. Wasn't that a bit ridiculous?

"What are you laughing at?"

Lin Wan'er noticed Yang Fan's reaction and, after a slight pause, immediately understood. "Oh, Yang Fan, you dare to tease me? Have you forgotten your current status?"

Yang Fan pretended not to know: "Status? What status? Oh, I remember now, you mean Junior Uncle, right? Right, I just said, unless you call me Junior Uncle, I won't teach you martial arts!"

Lin Wan'er said angrily: "Want me to call you Junior Uncle? Don't even think about it!"

"What? You don't want to learn martial arts anymore? Well, that's fine, saves me the trouble. Sigh, I can go back to sleep now!"

"You dare!"

"Let's see if I dare!"

"Can we change the condition?"

"Sure, how about you offer yourself to me, maybe I'll consider it!"

"Pervert, go to hell..."

After this commotion, the oppressive atmosphere in the carriage was relieved quite a bit. Their relationship had improved considerably. After their playful banter subsided, Lin Wan'er said softly, "Didn't you want to ask me why I wanted to learn martial arts? I'll tell you now, it's because I want to avenge my mother!"

Hearing this, Yang Fan's smile faded, and he waited quietly for her to continue.

"That happened twelve years ago, when I was only thirteen. Back then, my father's martial arts school wasn't as large as it is now; it had only recently established itself in Yanjing. Other martial arts schools often came to cause trouble, and the day my mother had her accident was precisely when someone came to challenge the school!"

As she recounted her story, Lin Wan'er gradually became lost in her memories. She seemed to have forgotten everything, wanting only to confide the secret she had kept hidden for over ten years.

Yang Fan knew the history of Tianwu Martial Arts School, and although he hadn't witnessed the situation Lin Wan'er described, he could roughly guess what it entailed.

In the Chinese martial arts world, the distinction between schools was extremely strict, and other schools were often ostracized. Given the rapid development of Lin Zhentian's martial arts school, it was easy to imagine the suppression it would face. He just hadn't expected that this matter would be related to Lin Wan'er's mother...

"The ones who came to cause trouble that day were from a very famous martial arts school in Yanjing, called Chengfeng Martial Arts School. The most ridiculous thing is that the head of this martial arts school is actually my mother's brother, my maternal uncle!"

"He had always wanted to merge with Tianwei Martial Arts School. Not only that, they also coveted the space where Tianwei Martial Arts School was located. The reason they agreed to my mother's marriage to my father was precisely because of this." "

However, my father always disagreed with the merger of the martial arts schools, so after my father and mother got married, they rarely had any contact. That day, they came under the guise of electing the president of the martial arts association, and they wanted my father to fight them."

"My father defeated everyone except those from Chengfeng Martial Arts School by himself. My father didn't want to fight with my maternal uncle because he was afraid of hurting the harmony between the two families, so he took the initiative to admit defeat. But my maternal uncle thought that my father was looking down on him, so he tried to sneak up on him when my father turned around. My mother happened to see it."

"My mother's health had always been poor, and then she took a blow for my father, which made her seriously ill

and unable to get out of bed. She passed away not long after. Before she left, she told my father not to cause trouble for my eldest uncle." "Over the years, because of what happened that day, the two families have had no contact, but I will never forget what happened that day. I swear I will seek justice for what happened that day, not only for my mother, but also for my father!"

"You don't know how my eldest uncle cursed my father that day. In front of nearly a hundred martial arts schools, big and small, in Yanjing, he called my father a coward, called him incompetent, and used every kind of foul language imaginable. Moreover, he not only showed no remorse for accidentally injuring my mother, but on the contrary, he also cursed her, saying that she was a traitor and that he wanted to drive her out of the Cui family."

"From that day on, I practiced martial arts desperately, wanting to avenge my father. But he refused to teach me the sect's techniques, only some self-defense fighting skills. Although I later found many books through various channels, I knew that without practicing true martial arts techniques, I would never be able to avenge my mother..."

Listening to Lin Wan'er's intermittent narration, Yang Fan's expression gradually turned cold. Although Lin Wan'er's account wasn't very detailed, and many things were only mentioned briefly, Yang Fan still understood the whole story.

In his mind, the image of a sickly-looking woman, always wearing a smile, involuntarily appeared. Yang Fan had met Lin Wan'er's mother once; although they hadn't had much contact, he could sense her kindness.

Yang Fan had always assumed she had died of illness. Who would have thought there was such a twist in the story? No wonder Lin Zhentian always looked so frustrated and resentful when he brought it up. He must have wanted revenge constantly, but his wife's dying words prevented him from disobeying her.

"Chengfeng Martial Arts School?"

Yang Fan appeared calm on the surface, but deep down, he had memorized the name. He thought to himself, "Senior brother, since you can't handle this yourself, let me take care of it. Let me be the villain..."

In the dim light of night, under the twinkling stars, Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er sat cross-legged facing each other in her boudoir.

A girl's boudoir always holds secrets waiting to be discovered, temptations always luring others, but Yang Fan had no interest in exploring these little secrets at this moment.

"Humans possess three souls: the first is Tai Guang, the pure and harmonious Yang Qi, belonging to Heaven; the second is Shuang Ling, the transformation of Yin Qi, belonging to the Five Elements; and the third is You Jing, the mixed Yin Qi, belonging to Earth."

"Tai Guang governs life; its long-term presence in the human body brings clarity of mind and spirit, prolonging life. Shuang Ling governs wealth and fortune, enabling the bright Qi to control Yang, causing scheming and manipulating all things, leading to misfortune and harm. You Jing governs calamity and decline, causing lust and desire, indulging in filthy thoughts, depleting essence, lacking spirit, deficient kidney Qi, and obstructed spleen, stomach, and five meridians, leaving one lying like a corpse day and night."

"Therefore, cultivating life and practicing Taoism requires controlling You Jing and preserving Yang Qi. For example, at dawn or before falling asleep at night, one should knock the teeth and call out to the three souls three times, thus maintaining a strong spirit, preserving essence, preventing disease, and making ghosts and spirits fear..."

"Wind, frost, water, ice, snow, sun, moon, stars, clouds, metal, wood, water,

fire, earth, thunder, lightning, starlight, and magnetism—all possess essences that can be absorbed; forged into various deadly weapons, mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, both offensive and defensive; concealed within, yet unleashed with unimaginable power!" "Moving mountains and overturning seas, stealing the sky and changing the sun, flying immortal swordsmanship, external avatars, astral projection, resurrection through corpses, three lifetimes of cause and effect, six paths of reincarnation, breath control and fasting, immortality, the five elements' mutual generation and

restraint. Summoning gods and exorcising ghosts, subduing demons and suppressing evil, curing diseases and eliminating disasters, saving the world and benefiting the people…" Yang Fan's voice did not reach Lin Wan'er's body through her ears, but it clearly echoed in her mind.

"The Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, wielding thunder with a sword, learning the laws of heaven and earth, mastering the arts of nature, using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for one's own benefit, controlling all things in the world..."

Without reservation, Yang Fan transmitted the entire mental cultivation method of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique to Lin Wan'er, without explaining it in detail. Although Lin Wan'er didn't understand much of it, Yang Fan imprinted these techniques deep into her memory. Even if she lost the imprint one day, she wouldn't forget the techniques!

This was the legendary, top-tier method of transferring power: "Imparting Power to the Head!"

Through divine sense, the mental cultivation method was directly imprinted into the other person's body, while true energy was used to cleanse the marrow and lay a solid foundation.

Although this method of power transfer was excellent, it was extremely harmful to the recipient, and generally no one would use this method to transfer power.

Even Yang Fan didn't understand why he suddenly used this method to transfer power to Lin Wan'er, but after listening to her recollections, this idea suddenly arose in his mind, so much so that as soon as he returned, he couldn't wait to transfer power to her.

As the power transfer progressed, Lin Wan'er gradually became completely immersed in that magical world, deeply attracted by the mystery of the Nine Heavens Thunder Cleansing Technique. At this moment, she had long forgotten everything else, only knowing to wholeheartedly indulge in her own inner world.

It could be said that Yang Fan had opened a mysterious door for her, but all the treasures within this door required Lin Wan'er to explore and study on her own, and Yang Fan was merely a guide!

Time passed by, and compared to Lin Wan'er's holy expression, Yang Fan's face appeared somewhat pale. Although he was not weak, using a power transfer method like the "Pouring Water from the Bottom of the Head" was also extremely taxing. If the

Dragon Soul hadn't been temporarily suppressed by the Buddha Bone Relic, he wouldn't have dared to use his soul power in this way; otherwise, he would definitely have suffered a counterattack from the Dragon Soul during this process.

However, even without the interference of the dragon soul, Yang Fan's condition wasn't good at the moment. His face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to appear on his forehead…

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Chapter 99 [Midnight Enlightenment]

"Hoo!"

Finally, just as Yang Fan was about to give up, the transfer of power was completed.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Yang Fan immediately entered a meditative state. His energy expenditure tonight far exceeded his usual levels; if he didn't recover quickly, he would suffer irreparable damage.

Time passed second by second, and white mist swirled above Yang Fan's head. The free-floating energy in the world surged into his body.

He had a strange feeling that he could actually sense the excited emotions of those energies. They cheered as they rushed into his body, like swallows returning to their nests. During this process, Yang Fan's previously depleted true energy was rapidly recovering, and even showing signs of expansion...

At a certain moment, the swirling energy above his head seemed to be summoned, surging towards Yang Fan's head. At the same time, Yang Fan awoke from his cultivation state.

The instant he opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in them. Feeling the significantly increased true energy within his body, Yang Fan was secretly delighted. Under these circumstances, the day of his breakthrough was not far off!

After checking his internal condition, he turned his gaze to Lin Wan'er. After the infusion, he believed that it wouldn't be long before she mastered the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, at which point she would officially enter the path of cultivation.

Unable to resist, Yang Fan's gaze fell upon Lin Wan'er's exquisite face. Her face was unadorned, with snow-white skin, rosy lips, delicate eyelashes, and deep, slightly closed eyes that shimmered with a faint mist, an ethereal beauty that seemed to defy worldly concerns, like a pure angel newly descended to earth!

Yang Fan rarely observed Lin Wan'er so closely, but he had to admit, she was truly beautiful. Her soft facial features, paired with her straight, delicate nose and rosy lips, created a harmonious blend of seemingly contradictory qualities: pure innocence and wild allure.

Especially now, as she was lost in her inner world, from Yang Fan's perspective, she resembled Sleeping Beauty, possessing an indescribable charm!

This image of Lin Wan'er was completely different from what Yang Fan had seen before. The aura of a youthful idol still lingered, but more than anything, she radiated a seriousness and focus.

It was this earnestness and focus that deeply moved Yang Fan, making him reluctant to disturb it. Slowly rising, Yang Fan tried his best to remain silent as he quietly left Lin Wan'er's room.

Leaving Lin Wan'er's room, Yang Fan didn't head towards the room Lin Zhentian had arranged for him. As if sensing something, as if understanding something, he almost subconsciously walked towards the abandoned garden he had visited earlier that day.

It seemed as if an inexplicable force was calling to him, or as if a voice was constantly calling to him from within. Passing through walls and doors, he soon arrived at the overgrown garden.

In the garden, the fragrant grasses remained, but the weeds grew rampant. Because no one had tended to it for years, it was filled with an air of desolation. Yet, within this desolation, there was a transcendent air, making Yang Fan feel as if he were outside the mundane world.

This garden seemed to exist independently, incongruous with the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Hall. Compared to the grand and imposing exterior, this place was closer to nature, more otherworldly!

Following his journey, Yang Fan soon arrived at the depths of the garden, stopping atop a massive, square stone platform, approximately five zhang in size. The platform bore no large, flamboyant characters, nor any exquisitely carved patterns. It simply bore the marks of time and the vicissitudes of life.

The edges of the stone platform, eroded by wind and frost and worn down by day and night, had long since become rounded, even bearing footprints of varying sizes, resembling the stone steps of a temple upon closer inspection.

Yet, when Yang Fan stepped onto this ordinary stone platform, he experienced a strange enlightenment. In that instant, his mind was indescribably calm, without the slightest ripple.

Simultaneously, he felt two streams of energy flowing into his body from the Yongquan acupoints on the soles of his feet. Under the influence of these two streams, he found his blood vessels boiling.

However, this boiling was not caused by any emotional change; on the contrary, his mind was unprecedentedly tranquil, only his blood vessels seemed to rejoice, a joy that brought Yang Fan an indescribable comfort.

At the same time, the Immovable King Mantra slowly circulated within Yang Fan's body. The Immovable King Mantra cultivates spiritual power; therefore, the moment it circulated, Yang Fan's spirit was greatly invigorated, his spiritual power as if it had received a powerful tonic.

At this moment, Yang Fan seemed to merge with heaven and earth. His spiritual power spread outwards without warning, enveloping the entire garden.

In that instant, every blade of grass, every speck of dust in the garden was clearly imprinted in his mind; even an ant's crawl could not escape his perception. The four great

mantras—the Immovable King's Demon-Subduing Mantra, the Immovable King's Devouring Mantra, the Immovable King's Fire Realm Mantra, and the Immovable King's Compassion Mantra—also surfaced in Yang Fan's mind. Some previously obscure and difficult aspects of these four mantras became readily understood at this moment.

Yang Fan had a vague, unsettling feeling, as if at this moment, he was this garden, a blade of grass swaying in the wind, a newly sprouted seedling, or perhaps a bare rock, a speck of dust…

He seemed to see a towering pagoda standing deep within the garden, its spire crowned with a crimson relic that spun incessantly. With each rotation, the relic emitted a dazzling red light, enveloping the entire garden. This red light then refracted through the garden and into his body, improving his bloodline. The

surge of his bloodline energized the circulation of true qi within Yang Fan's body, causing the Nine Heavens Thunderous Technique he cultivated to circulate continuously according to the Great Circulation of Qi. With each major cycle of Qi circulation, the true Qi in Yang Fan's dantian increased slightly. He even vaguely felt as if he had touched an invisible door; just one more step forward would open it and grant him entry into a completely new realm…

If someone were beside Yang Fan at this moment, they would find that he was completely devoid of energy, like a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, his breathing barely perceptible. If one closed their eyes, even standing right in front of him, they would not be able to detect his presence.

He cultivated for an unknown amount of time, standing there for an entire night. The instant the dawn broke in the east, he awoke from his cultivation. Looking directly east, two beams of purple light suddenly shot from his eyes.

Those two beams of purple light traveled less than half a meter before returning to his eyes. When the purple light dissipated, Yang Fan's eyes returned to normal. At first glance, there seemed to be no change, but anyone familiar with him would sense the tremendous transformation within him.

A pure and ethereal aura seemed to have appeared around him. His every movement was natural and harmonious, giving an impression of perfect balance. His eyes were like deep, bottomless pools, captivating and mesmerizing anyone who looked into them.

"Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more and I can break through!"

Feeling the surge of true energy within him, Yang Fan sighed inwardly, a touch of resentment creeping in. He realized his Nine Heavens Thunder Technique was incredibly close to the first level; one more step and he would be on the path to a complete breakthrough.

But he was stuck at that crucial hurdle, unable to advance even an inch. It was only a hair's breadth away; no wonder Yang Fan was frustrated. However, what offered Yang Fan some solace was the Immovable King Mantra. After a whole night of study, he had finally mastered it, and his mental strength had also increased considerably.

His battles with the dragon soul over the years have mostly been contests of mental strength. The mental strength of the human and the dragon is roughly equal, so neither can gain the upper hand. However, Yang Fan's mental strength has now increased significantly. Moreover, as long as he continues to cultivate the Immovable King Mantra, his mental strength can continue to grow. At that time, even without the suppression of the relic, Yang Fan believes he can completely eliminate the hidden dangers within his body using his own strength!

It was already broad daylight, so he naturally couldn't stay there any longer. Besides, he had to go to school. Therefore, after stretching his muscles briefly, Yang Fan left the garden.

Back in the courtyard, Yang Fan found Lin Zhentian practicing his morning exercises alone. He wasn't practicing any profound techniques, but simply demonstrating a few simple and gentle Tai Chi movements.

Seeing Yang Fan return from outside the courtyard, he showed no curiosity whatsoever, his hands continuing their work. Only when Yang Fan approached did he smile and ask, "Little Fan, did you sleep well last night?"

"Fine!"

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan knew that Lin Zhentian had arranged a room right next to his. With his strength, how could he not know he hadn't returned all night? But why was he asking this? Although Yang Fan didn't understand, he still answered accordingly.

"Haha, that's good. Come on, let's have a push-hands session, you two senior brothers. Although Tai Chi isn't a profound skill, practicing it year-round can greatly help one's martial arts!" Lin

Zhentian didn't point it out, saying with a smile.

"Okay!"

Yang Fan didn't refuse, walking up to Lin Zhentian and assuming a Tai Chi starting stance. Although he wasn't proficient in Tai Chi, he could still do some simple movements.

"By the way, Little Fan,"

Lin Zhentian suddenly said.

"What?"

"What are you planning to do about your relationship with Wan'er?"

"What are you planning to do about it?"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

Lin Zhentian stared intently at Yang Fan for a while before smiling strangely, "Hehe, don't worry, your senior brother is very open-minded. I didn't mean to blame you. It's normal among young people. Don't worry, I understand."

"..."

Yang Fan didn't react for a long time, wondering what he was talking about.

"Where did you sleep last night?"

Seeing that Yang Fan still wanted to deny it, Lin Zhentian could only subtly probe from the side.

Chapter 100 [The Great Compassion Mantra]

"Where did you sleep last night?"

Seeing Lin Zhentian winking at him, Yang Fan finally understood what his unscrupulous senior brother was trying to say. But the problem was, things weren't at all as he imagined.

"Senior brother, it's not what you think. Last night I..."

"Sigh, Xiao Fan, you don't need to explain anymore. Explaining further just makes it an unnecessary cover-up. Besides, do we, as fellow disciples, need to be so formal? Although you and Wan'er aren't a good match in terms of seniority, what era are we living in? I don't care, and I don't think Master will object. But Xiao Fan, you're still young, you should be careful. Although I'm eager to have grandchildren, I won't be in too much of a rush!" "

..."

Yang Fan really didn't know what to say. What was all this about? He was still a virgin, what was there to be careful about? But he had nowhere to prove it, since he didn't have that hymen.

Moreover, he had long known that his seemingly stern and upright senior brother actually possessed a heart far beyond his years. And he showed none of the qualities expected of a Buddhist disciple!

"By the way, when do you two plan to settle things? I think Wan'er isn't young anymore, and you are a bit younger, but you can consider marriage. As for having children, your jobs aren't stable yet, so there's no rush. However, I think it's better to get your marriage certificate as soon as possible; a licensed driver is always safer than an unlicensed one!" "

..."

Yang Fan was almost in a state of collapse. What licensed driver? Unlicensed driver? What kind of father is this? What kind of senior brother is this? Did his senior brother really think his self-control was that weak? Or was he truly so magnanimous?

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from behind them. Yang Fan turned around and saw Lin Wan'er staring at them with murderous intent.

Upon seeing the other person, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine. Needless to say, she had heard everything that had just happened, which explained her murderous look. But the problem was, he hadn't said or done anything!

Despite feeling extremely wronged, Yang Fan had to quickly explain, "I didn't say anything! It was all your dad who told me!"

Seeing Yang Fan's pleading gaze fall on him, Lin Zhentian acted as if he hadn't seen him, smiling and saying, "Hehe, it's Wan'er! How was it? Did you sleep well last night? When you and Xiao Fan came back, I had something to do with your brother, but seeing you go back to your room together, I didn't say hello!" "

..."

Yang Fan finally understood what was going on. It turned out that this old man and young girl had seen him go to Lin Wan'er's room last night; no wonder they misunderstood.

Yang Fan went to Lin Wan'er's room to transfer his internal energy to her, but this transfer lasted for several hours. A man and a woman alone in a room for hours, especially in the dead of night—if something were to happen, they would have already done it!

Lin Zhentian must have told him this because he thought Yang Fan had stayed in Lin Wan'er's room the night before. No wonder he didn't question his whereabouts; he already knew.

But Yang Fan couldn't explain. He couldn't very well say he left after staying in Lin Wan'er's room for several hours and went to the garden—who would believe that?

To prove himself, Yang Fan could only turn his attention to Lin Wan'er, hoping she could prove his innocence. But to Yang Fan's utter astonishment, Lin Wan'er didn't offer any explanation. Aside from that initial cold snort, she didn't utter a single word before turning and leaving.

Watching Lin Wan'er walk away, Yang Fan felt like crying. If he had known Lin Zhentian would misunderstand, he wouldn't have left last night. Now, he hadn't gotten anything out of her and had only gotten himself into trouble…

"Right, why didn't she explain? Why didn't she explain?"

Even after Lin Wan'er's figure completely disappeared from sight, Yang Fan was still pondering this question. He really couldn't understand why Lin Wan'er, who was clearly angry, wouldn't explain.

The next few days were quite peaceful. During the day, Yang Fan went to school as usual, and in the evenings, he returned to the garden of the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall to practice. He had discovered that practicing in the garden was more than twice as fast as practicing elsewhere.

Of course, sometimes he would go back to Shen Ruoxi's place, but recently she had been busy with the Qinglong Gang's affairs and rarely had time to go home, which saved Yang Fan the trouble of finding an excuse.

Tonight, Yang Fan still came to the garden to practice. After several days, practicing here had almost become a habit. It was still that familiar stone platform. Yang Fan sat cross-legged on it, first familiarizing himself with the surroundings, then closing his eyes to cultivate.

However, today, Yang Fan felt something was amiss. Every time he cultivated here, he had a peculiar feeling, a sense of being drawn in, but he hadn't paid much attention to it.

But tonight was different. Yang Fan discovered that the attraction was much stronger than usual, even feeling as if it wanted to completely pull his soul in.

This phenomenon made it impossible for him to calm down and cultivate peacefully. Helpless, Yang Fan could only continue to release his spiritual power, searching for the source of the attraction.

After a week of cultivation, Yang Fan had already mastered the Immovable King Mantra to a great extent. His spiritual power had also undergone a tremendous change. If a few days ago he couldn't even sense the crawling of an ant under the influence of his spiritual power, now he could clearly sense even the breathing of an ant!

Although the difference might not seem huge, the requirements for spiritual power were on completely different levels. Yang Fan's current strength is around the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing stage, but his spiritual power far surpasses that of ordinary Fetal Breathing stage experts.

In fact, according to Yang Fan's conservative estimate, his spiritual power has reached the level of a Qi Movement stage expert. Therefore, under his powerful spiritual search, everything in the entire garden was completely revealed to him.

Gradually, Yang Fan locked onto a spot—a slightly raised hill, not large, only about ten zhang in diameter and half a meter high. With some weeds growing on it, it was almost impossible to see anything unusual without careful observation.

However, Yang Fan discovered that every time his spiritual power swept over this area, the blood in his body would flow faster. Although it only lasted for a brief moment, how could it escape his perception?

"Blood Relic!"

The word suddenly appeared in his mind. Yang Fan suddenly remembered Lin Zhentian telling him that the Buddhist sacred object, the Blood Relic, was hidden here, but no one had been able to find it.

Originally, Yang Fan also wanted to search for this legendary sacred object, but considering that even his master couldn't find the Blood Relic, how could he, with his meager cultivation, possibly find it?

Moreover, he had tried to obtain the Blood Relic quite a bit over the past few days, as it was connected to the secrets of the Nine Syllable Mantra, but to his regret, a whole week had passed without a single clue.

But tonight was different. When he felt that inexplicable calling, Yang Fan finally understood where it came from: the Buddha Relic he possessed!

The Nine Great Buddha Relics were all left behind by Shakyamuni Buddha after his death, so there was an innate connection between them. Within a certain range, one could sense their presence. Otherwise, those Japanese wouldn't have brought the Buddha Relics to China, ultimately benefiting Yang Fan.

Yang Fan had considered this, but for several days, he hadn't discovered a connection between the Buddha Relics and the Blood Relic. Previously, he didn't understand the reason, but now, he suddenly understood.

It turned out that to establish a connection between the two relics, a Buddhist mental cultivation method was required. In other words, only when Yang Fan activated the Immovable King Mantra could the connection between them be established. This also explained why he always sensed a summoning during his cultivation. Thinking

this, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel sorry for the people of the archipelago. They thought that possessing the Buddha bone relic would guarantee finding the blood relic, unaware that relying solely on the Buddha bone relic could only sense the approximate location of the other relic, and could not possibly find the blood relic itself.

Unfortunately, the people of the archipelago didn't know this, confidently carrying the Buddha bone relic to the Heavenly Might Martial Arts Hall, ultimately only to have Yang Fan benefit from it!

Of course, if the dragon soul within Yang Fan hadn't suddenly rebelled, the Buddha bone relic wouldn't have been activated, and Yang Fan wouldn't have known this secret. But who can truly understand the consequences of such actions?

However, when Yang Fan's spiritual energy approached the small hill and attempted to immerse it within, he encountered an obstacle.

As if drowning, Yang Fan found that as his spiritual energy penetrated the hill, invisible pressure surged from all directions, relentlessly grinding and crushing his spiritual energy, seemingly trying to completely obliterate it. At the same time, a series of Buddhist chants suddenly resounded in Yang Fan's mind:

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Six syllables, yet containing exceptionally rich meaning, boundless mystery, and supreme power. It seemed to contain the great power, wisdom, and compassion of the universe.

It seemed capable of clearing away greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, jealousy, stinginess, and other afflictions, blocking the gates of the six realms, transcending the cycle of rebirth, and attaining rebirth in the Pure Land to realize enlightenment.

"The Great Compassion Mantra!"

Upon hearing these six Buddhist chants, Yang Fan's mind suddenly jolted...

Chapter 101 [The Pagoda Appears Suddenly]

The Great Compassion Mantra is composed of the Great Compassion Mantra and the Great Mercy Mantra. It is also the most revered mantra in Tibetan Buddhism.

Om symbolizes the wisdom of the deity; Ma symbolizes the compassion of the deity; Ni symbolizes the body, speech, mind, activities, and merits of the deity; Padma symbolizes the great bliss of the deity; Mi symbolizes the great bliss of the deity; Hum symbolizes the compassion of the deity.

Constantly reciting the Great Compassion Mantra can eliminate ignorance, hatred, stinginess, greed, jealousy, and arrogance; it can also accumulate immeasurable merit. It grants all blessings and longevity, endless eloquence, unparalleled power, elimination of all disasters such as those caused by earth, water, fire, and wind, cures all illnesses, and expels all demons and monsters, etc...

However, few people know that this Great Compassion Mantra is also a supreme sealing technique!

This is something Yang Fan gleaned from the Acala Mantra after obtaining the Buddha's relic. He believed that very few people in the world truly understood the power of the Great Compassion Mantra.

Yet, the Great Compassion Mantra was present here, which seemed to offer a reasonable explanation for the Blood Relic's continued absence. Yang Fan was almost certain that the Blood Relic was sealed by the Great Compassion Mantra.

He wondered who possessed such power, maintaining the seal for so many years and perfectly concealing the Blood Relic.

Yang Fan speculated that the Blood Relic's continued existence was related to the Great Compassion Mantra's seal. The reason Lin Zhentian discovered the anomaly was likely due to the Great Compassion Mantra's seal breaking over time, allowing the Blood Relic's aura to be exposed.

This speculation stemmed from Yang Fan's knowledge that while the Great Compassion Mantra's power couldn't compare to the Nine Syllable Mantra, it was still a supreme Buddhist art. Especially considering the ability to seal the Blood Relic for so many years, the one who set up the seal must have been a powerful Buddhist figure.

However, a seal is still a seal; if it's not repaired for a long time, it will inevitably develop flaws, the size of which is

directly proportional to the strength of the person who cast the seal. If the seal hadn't revealed any flaws, Yang Fan, with his current meager cultivation, wouldn't have been able to discover them at all. So, since he was able to discover them, it means there must have been a flaw. Naturally, all the deductions fall into place.

Of course, this doesn't rule out the possibility that it's related to the Buddha's bone relic, but regardless, Yang Fan has finally discovered the true hiding place of the Blood Relic. This is undoubtedly a very exciting thing.

However, what frustrates Yang Fan is that although he discovered the existence of the Blood Relic, with his current spiritual power, he simply cannot penetrate the sealing barrier of the Great Compassion Mantra, let alone obtain the Blood Relic.

His mental energy felt like it was trapped in a swamp, and to Yang Fan's dismay, he couldn't retract it even if he wanted to, because it was completely stuck to the surface of the Great Compassion Mantra seal.

Helpless, Yang Fan could only gather all the scattered mental energy around him and direct it towards the hill. Now, he had no choice but to fight a desperate battle. If he couldn't break the seal, his mental energy would be completely destroyed, and without it, he would be practically a cripple!

In his mind, Yang Fan silently chanted the Immovable King Mantra. With the action of the Immovable King Mantra, his mental energy surged dramatically, and an invisible vortex slowly spread outwards from Yang Fan. The trees and grass that had been standing quietly around him seemed to be compressed by an invisible wind, pressing in the opposite direction from Yang Fan.

At the same time, Yang Fan focused his mental energy into a single point, like a spear, and thrust it towards the Great Compassion Mantra seal.

He knew that with his strength, breaking the seal head-on was impossible. The only way was to find a flaw in the seal and break through it to enter. Even if he couldn't break the seal, he could still explore its secrets.

However, at that moment, the situation suddenly changed. Yang Fan's newly gathered spiritual energy was suddenly drawn in by an attractive force and rapidly pulled towards the seal.

At the same time, a white lotus flower suddenly appeared on the stone platform where Yang Fan was sitting. The lotus flower was only half a meter in diameter, just enough to envelop Yang Fan. To Yang Fan's surprise, all of this happened silently. When he tried to resist, he found himself unable to move!

Then, the lotus petals on his body suddenly emitted soft white light, which formed a circular shield around Yang Fan's body, completely enveloping him.

At this moment, Yang Fan stood on a lotus platform like an enlightened monk, radiating a holy light. However, he was speechless and immobile; aside from his thoughts still functioning, he was completely unable to move. Then

, Yang Fan discovered that his body was floating. To be precise, it wasn't his body that floated, but rather the lotus platform that suddenly appeared on him, supporting him and lifting him up!

One person on the platform, as if gravity had been removed, floated silently in the void, then slowly moved towards the hill. As Yang Fan stared in disbelief, the entire lotus platform suddenly began to spin…

The most painful part of the spinning was for Yang Fan, who was sitting on it. Suddenly unable to speak or move, yet still possessing his senses, the rapid spinning of the lotus platform caused him dizziness, blurred vision, and a tingling sensation on his scalp!

In a short instant, Yang Fan felt seasick. He was confident that his rigorous training in this area would prevent him from experiencing this, having tried everything from airplanes and cars to simulated spaceships.

Therefore, Yang Fan assumed his willpower in this regard far surpassed that of ordinary people. But now, he discovered just how unbearable motion sickness truly was. Not only was he dizzy and lightheaded, but he couldn't vomit because his mouth wouldn't open…

As the lotus platform spun rapidly, Yang Fan's figure became completely invisible, even the white lotus platform itself was indistinct; in the distance, only a white sphere of light could be seen spinning endlessly in the void.

However, when the lotus platform reached a certain critical point, it stopped without warning, as if time had suddenly frozen. This sudden change startled Yang Fan, who had just managed to adapt to the high-speed rotation. But at that moment, before Yang Fan could react, the lotus platform, as if weightless, suddenly plummeted towards the ground.

"It's over!"

At this moment, Yang Fan only had this one thought in his mind. Falling from such a height, and unable to defend himself in any way, even if he didn't die, he would be crippled!

However, the expected collision between the lotus platform and the ground did not occur. The instant the lotus platform touched the ground, it sank as if a stone had sunk into the sea, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. At the same time, Yang Fan himself vanished as well…

A gentle breeze swept by, causing the weeds on the hillside to sway from side to side, yet the person and platform that descended from mid-air did not cause any damage to a single blade of grass or tree on the hillside. In fact, the scene just now made one wonder if it was an illusion. How could a living person disappear silently?

A cold breeze swept by, and no one witnessed this scene in the abandoned garden. When the strange scene stopped, the abandoned garden returned to its tranquility. Perhaps, only the unchanging stars in the sky were the sole witness to what had just happened!

However, less than three seconds after everything calmed down, the tranquility of the abandoned garden was once again disrupted.

Suddenly, a muffled thud erupted from the hill, followed by flying sand and stones, like a volcanic eruption. The hill, which had been covered in weeds, burst open with the sound.

In the instant the hill exploded, a blood-red light shot out from it, shooting straight into the sky. Even people a hundred miles away could clearly see it, because in that instant, the entire sky above the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall turned crimson.

Rumble!

At the same time, a series of sounds came from the ground within a radius of several dozen feet around the hill. The previously barren ground suddenly developed jagged cracks, like a spider web. From these cracks, beams of red light also shot towards the sky. Although not as dazzling as the central beam, together they dyed almost half of the sky above Yanjing red.

If anyone were to witness this scene in the desolate garden, they would see that the ground surrounding the hill had cracked open as if by an earthquake, with molten lava gushing forth from within, instantly melting the entire surface.

From this melted ground, a pagoda slowly rose. This nine-story pagoda was enveloped in a halo of Buddhist light, radiating a sacred aura. Rays of light shot towards the sky, imbuing the entire pagoda with an air of unparalleled holiness.

Each story of the pagoda seemed to be a separate space, exuding an aura of solemnity, holiness, grandeur, and magnificence.

At the top of the pagoda, a blood-red bead stood silently, spinning continuously. As this blood-red bead spun, Buddhist chants suddenly emanated from the pagoda, spreading in all directions. At this moment, even all the citizens of Yanjing clearly heard the compassionate Buddhist chant…

Chapter 102 [Gathering of Heroes]

“Another crazy outburst! Brothers, what are you waiting for? Where are the flowers? Come on, hurry up! From yesterday to today, there have been fifty chapters, a total of 150,000 words, roar…”

Blood light soared into the sky, and the pagoda reflected the moon. The strange phenomenon that occurred at Tianwei Martial Arts School instantly shocked the entire city of Yanjing. While countless citizens were at a loss, many people simultaneously turned their attention to Tianwei Martial Arts School.

At Tianwei Martial Arts School, Lin Zhentian was resting with his eyes closed in his study. The moment the blood light soared into the sky, he suddenly opened his eyes and shifted his gaze from the window to the garden. After seeing what had happened, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

"Sigh, this junior brother of mine is really a handful. But it's all for the best. If he can really get the Blood Relic, it will eliminate a hidden danger for the Heavenly Might Roc Pavilion!"

With that, he pushed open the window, leaped into the air, and flew rapidly towards the desolate garden like a soaring roc…

At Peking University, in an ordinary faculty dormitory, an elderly man with thick reading glasses was engrossed in studying a thick book. Suddenly, a beam of blood-red light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire dormitory room crimson through the window.

He put down his book, pushed up his reading glasses with his rough fingers, and then said thoughtfully, "What's Little Lin up to now? Why such a commotion? I have to go see!"

With that, the old man's withered body slowly disappeared from the spot…

Meanwhile, in countless secret locations in Yanjing, countless people were doing the same thing. Although they spoke different words, they all had the same action: rushing towards the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall as fast as they could. In

the dark night sky, the sound of wind cutting through the air filled the air as figures of varying heights and builds darted among the towering buildings. Like swift rabbits, soaring rocs, and falcons, their speed far exceeding human limits, they leaped towards the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall.

Many figures even moved through the crowd without the onlookers noticing. They only felt a gentle breeze pass by, and before they could react, everything was calm again…

The once abandoned garden of Tianwei Martial Arts Hall was now full of life once more. Having not set foot on this land for over ten years, Lin Zhentian was filled with emotion upon reappearing. Looking at the familiar scene, he seemed to see himself playing here as a child, seeing familiar and warm memories. Unfortunately, everything had changed!

He seemed unsurprised by the pagoda that suddenly appeared in the garden. Behind him were Lin Wan'er and her brother, who had come after hearing the news. Seeing their father remain silent, they wanted to ask, but dared not speak.

However, at that moment, the sound of wind breaking suddenly came from the sky, and then, figures appeared without warning above the garden, finally stopping around the pagoda.

"Haha, Lin Zhentian, it's been many years! I never expected your Tianwei Martial Arts School to be hiding such a treasure. Luckily, I'm not too late!"

A rough voice rang out from the sky as soon as the figure landed.

"Xue Chengli, you're fast, but we're not slow either. Besides, your Pingchuan Martial Arts School is closest to Tianwei Martial Arts School. Appearing alongside us, do you really have the nerve to boast?"

Another voice suddenly came, but the owner of this voice didn't appear around the pagoda. Instead, he appeared directly in front of Lin Zhentian and raised his fist, saying, "Brother Lin, I'm not too late, am I?"

"Hmph, who is it? It's Chen Tianlong, the master of Tianlong Martial Arts School. Your Tianlong Martial Arts School has always been on the same page as Tianwei Martial Arts School. What, are you planning to get a share of the pie today?"

The man named Xue Chengli snorted coldly from the sky.

Chen Tianlong ignored the other party's provocation and said, "Xue Chengli, don't use your filthy mind to assume others are like you. Since this thing appeared at Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, it naturally has nothing to do with us. I came here tonight just to help Brother Lin keep an eye on some stray cats and dogs!"

"Haha, Brother Chen, you're wrong. All spiritual objects of heaven and earth are known to those with affinity. How can you say that whoever finds it is whoever it is? Don't you agree, Brother Xue?"

As soon as Chen Tianlong finished speaking, another cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Hmm, He Pingfeng, you are the head of Chengfeng Martial Arts Hall. What kind of skill is it to hide your face and show your true colors?"

Hearing this cold voice, Chen Tianlong looked disgusted. Not only him, but even Lin Zhentian's face turned very ugly.

"Brother Chen, what are you saying? What do you mean by hiding your head and tail? I'm just a little late. Besides, Zhentian and I are family. Why would I need to hide my head and tail here? It's some people who like to curry favor with the powerful and influential!"

Accompanied by a cold voice, a pale-faced middle-aged man in his early forties, dressed in gray, appeared before the crowd.

Upon seeing his opponent, Lin Zhentian clenched his fists tightly, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the air. His eyes burned with a murderous intent, as if he wanted to devour his opponent alive. Behind him, Lin Wan'er and her brother wore equally furious expressions. He Pingfeng, however, seemed oblivious to the hostile gazes, a faint smile still on his face.

In Yanjing, four martial arts schools were renowned: Tianwei Martial Arts School, Tianlong Martial Arts School, and Pingchuan Martial Arts School. The four schools were relatively evenly matched, although Tianwei Martial Arts School held a clear advantage in various aspects, their overall strength was not weak either.

Now, the masters of all four schools had gathered, a truly grand occasion. But in the current situation, the four of them seemed insignificant.

Not far away stood at least thirty or forty other people, some also masters of martial arts schools, but most unfamiliar faces. Moreover, Lin Zhentian noticed that many of these people were renowned masters from hidden sects.

Logically speaking, even if something like this happened, it would at most involve forces from Yanjing, which he could easily handle. But now, with so many mysterious experts suddenly appearing, dealing with them is quite troublesome…

Lin Zhentian also understood that this situation must have arisen because someone had leaked information about the Blood Relic beforehand; otherwise, this uncontrollable situation would never have occurred.

But who leaked this information?

Meanwhile, in a building not far from the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, several men holding binoculars were closely observing everything inside. Seeing so many people gathered at the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, they all burst into laughter.

One of the men, after putting down his binoculars, said to the man beside him, "Saito-kun, your plan is brilliant! Without lifting a finger, you've completely outmaneuvered the entire Chinese martial arts community. And you've gathered them all at the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall. Now, all we have to do is watch the show!"

"Hmph, these Chinese are all so arrogant, a bunch of self-important fools. In my eyes, they're nothing but a bunch of idiots. Now we just need to wait for them to fight amongst themselves, and when most of them are dead, the Holy Buddha Relic will naturally be ours!"

"Haha, there's a Chinese saying, 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Have we proven that saying right now?"

"It's the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"

"That's right, that's right, Saito-kun is smart. Let's just sit back and wait, like the oriole unaware!"

"Haha..."

"Zhentian, it's been quite a few years since we brothers last met. How have you been?"

He Pingfeng, with a strange smile on his face, slowly walked up to Lin Zhentian and asked.

"Thank goodness, I'm not dead!"

By this time, Lin Zhentian had already returned to normal, but his expression had become colder than ever before.

"Hehe, that's good. Back then, because of my little sister, you and I, brothers, had fallen out like this. Thinking about it now, it really wasn't worth it. If my little sister were still alive, you..."

Hearing He Pingfeng say this, a flash of killing intent crossed Lin Zhentian's eyes. The other party's words sounded like regret, but that was without looking at his expression. Looking at his smiling face, there was no trace of regret, but rather a strong sense of provocation.

"Slap!"

However, just as Lin Zhentian couldn't help but want to make a move, and He Pingfeng was about to say something, a white light suddenly shot from a distance, coincidentally hitting He Pingfeng's mouth and forcibly silencing him.

Immediately afterward, a hoarse voice, tinged with anger, echoed from the void: "He family brat, if you want to live a good life, you'd better shut up, or I'll give you a good beating!"

At the same time, a cold-faced old man suddenly appeared not far from He Pingfeng.

Seeing him, the anger that had just appeared on He Pingfeng's face vanished instantly. He removed the blackboard eraser still stuck to his face, and, without bothering to hide his ashen face, said in a slightly ingratiating tone, "So it's Elder Li. What brings you here?"

"Hmph, do you think you're the only one who can come? I want to see which fools dare to cause trouble in Yanjing! Do they really think the government is dough to be kneaded however they want?" As

soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty people suddenly appeared behind the old man. They were men and women, old and young, dressed in various styles; in other words, this group looked like a band of thugs.

However, when the old man and his "thugs" appeared, everyone present fell silent, because they were very clear about the identities of these people; not just anyone could... Those who can be offended…

Chapter 103 [China Dragon Group]

Looking at the suddenly appearing old man, the most surprised was Lin Wan'er, because she not only recognized him, but was extremely familiar with him. Moreover, she believed that no one in the entire Peking University was unaware of the old man's illustrious name!

Because he was the most senior, oldest, worst-tempered, and most ruthless… the legendary successor of Little Li Flying Dagger: Boss Li!

However, Lin Wan'er never imagined that Boss Li was actually a hidden martial arts master!

He Pingfeng Lin Wan'er was well aware of his strength; he was no match for her father, making him one of the few top experts in the entire Yanjing. Yet, even he was powerless against Boss Li's blackboard eraser, proving that Boss Li's reputation was well-deserved!

What puzzled Lin Wan'er was that, having spent many years at Yanjing University, from her studies to her teaching career, she hadn't discovered anything mysterious about Boss Li's eraser in those seven or eight years.

She had always thought Boss Li's eraser skills stemmed from years of coaching experience, but now she realized it was actually... "This is truly a hidden master!

Could this be the legendary 'minor hermit hides in the forest, major hermit hides in the city'? She's been facing such a master every day, yet she had no idea! Back in the day, she even tricked this Boss Li… And what about that group of people behind her, seemingly a five-generation family? Who are they? Why does everyone seem so wary of them?"

Just as Lin Wan'er was filled with doubt, He Pingfeng's slightly surprised voice reached her ears: "Old Li, why did you bring the entire Dragon Group and Human Group?"

"Dragon Group? Human Group? What does that mean?"

Slightly startled, Lin Wan'er looked puzzled.

Lin Feng, standing beside her, however, upon hearing the name "Dragon Group," his eyes blazed with excitement. Clenching his fists, he barely managed to suppress his inner turmoil before muttering, "Dragon Group! It's the Dragon Group! I've finally met them! I've finally met the Dragon Group members!"

Although Lin Feng's voice was soft, Lin Wan'er heard it clearly. Looking at her excited older brother, she asked with slight curiosity, "Brother, what is the Dragon Group? Do you know about the Dragon Group?" "

Little sister, you know your brother is a special forces soldier, right?"

Lin Feng didn't answer Lin Wan'er's question but instead asked her own.

"Nonsense!"

Rolling her eyes, Lin Wan'er was speechless. It seemed her older brother had some kind of mental problem; how could he ask such a stupid question? Or did he think her special forces identity was so special? Making her act like a secret agent.

Ignoring his sister's attitude, Lin Feng said with longing, "Special forces are a special branch of the national army responsible for disrupting important political, economic, and military targets of the enemy and carrying out other special missions. They have extremely strong individual combat capabilities, are suitable for completing combat missions under various harsh conditions, and are often a crucial factor in determining the outcome of a war."

"They are characterized by flexible organization, highly skilled personnel, excellent equipment, rapid mobility, rigorous training, and strong combat effectiveness. Their main tasks include: harassment and sabotage, assassination and kidnapping, reconnaissance behind enemy lines, intelligence gathering, psychological warfare propaganda, special security, as well as counter-subversion, counter-espionage, counter-ambush, and counter-hijacking."

"Take China, for example. The most powerful special forces include Flying Dragon, South China Sword, Black Beret, Eagle, Eastern Tiger, and Southwest Eagle. As you know, I'm from the Flying Dragon Special Forces."

"However, within the special forces, there is an even more mysterious unit. This mysterious team, though small in number, consists of elite members with monstrous strength. Any one of them could easily take on an entire ordinary special forces unit." "

What? One person can take on an entire special forces unit?"

Lin Wan'er was astonished upon hearing Lin Feng's words.

She knew that her brother's greatest dream was to become a true special forces soldier, which was why he joined the army. His understanding of the military far surpassed her own, and besides, her brother would never lie to her.

That's why Lin Wan'er was so surprised. She also knew something about Lin Feng's Flying Dragon Special Forces unit; any member of Flying Dragon could easily take on ten opponents.

But now, her brother was telling her about a mysterious unit where one person could defeat an entire Flying Dragon Special Forces unit. Just what kind of powerful unit was this?

Looking at the group of people before her, standing haphazardly, dressed in disheveled clothes, a mix of old and young, Lin Wan'er found it hard to associate them with experts, let alone soldiers even more skilled than special forces.

Lin Feng seemed to sense his sister's confusion and explained softly, "Little sister, you don't know, these people are different from ordinary soldiers. They aren't under military control and are free to move around as they please. They only gather together when there's a mission. Of course, if you don't understand, let me tell you about their other identity, and I believe you'll understand!"

"What identity?"

Lin Wan'er asked curiously.

"Superpowered individuals!"

Lin Feng said softly after looking around.

"What? Superpowered individuals? Superpowered individuals really exist in this world?"

Lin Wan'er looked incredulous.

"Of course, the world is vast and full of wonders. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The Dragon Group is a special forces unit composed of a group of superhumans. The Dragon Group is divided into three groups: Heaven, Earth, and Human. The Heaven Group is the strongest, followed by the Earth Group, and the Human Group is the weakest. But even the weakest Human Group member can take on dozens of people like me."

"Have you ever seen members of the Heaven Group? If the Human Group members are this powerful, then the Heaven Group members must be insanely strong!"

Lin Wan'er clicked her tongue and asked.

Lin Feng blushed and said, "No, I haven't even seen the Earth Group, let alone the Heaven Group. And even the Human Group, this is the first time I've seen them today. Don't be fooled by how respectable I seem in public. Compared to the members of the Dragon Group, I'm nothing. Someone like me wouldn't even qualify as a prospective member."

"Don't be discouraged, brother. I believe that with your strength, you'll be able to join the Dragon Group sooner or later!"

Hearing the helplessness in Lin Feng's tone, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but comfort him.

"Well, don't worry, little sister, I won't admit defeat so easily. It's just the Dragon Group, I will definitely reach the level of a Dragon Group member with my own strength!"

Halfway through his sentence, Lin Feng said weakly, "It's just a pity that Dad won't teach me martial arts, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to get in. Sigh, now I can only place all my hopes on my junior uncle. After all, we came from the same sect. Even if my junior uncle isn't as good as Dad, he should still have a few special skills. I'm not greedy, I'll be satisfied if I can learn a few things."

"By the way, little sister, I saw you and Junior Uncle sleeping in the same bed. You must have gotten a lot of benefits from him, right? Don't hold back, I'm your brother, your own brother! If you learn any martial arts techniques, don't forget your brother!"

Hearing Lin Feng's nonsense, Lin Wan'er was deeply embarrassed: "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean you slept in the same bed? You can't expect anything good to come out of

a dog's mouth!" Lin Feng chuckled: "Hehe, I saw everything, and Dad saw it too. But don't worry, I'll talk to Father. Although your generations aren't quite right, what era are we living in? It doesn't matter. But little sister, don't forget your big brother! My happiness for the rest of my life depends entirely on you!"

"You..."

Lin Wan'er wanted to fight back, but found that she had no way to retaliate. Moreover, she vaguely remembered her conversation with Yang Fan last week. Actually, she wasn't angry at the time, she was just too proud to admit it…

“Could it be that I’ve really fallen for him? Really fallen for him?”

Recalling the experiences of the past few days, Lin Wan’er suddenly realized that a figure had unknowingly appeared in her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake him off!

“Right, where’s Yang Fan? Where is he? With such a big thing happening here, he shouldn’t not know, but where is he?”

Thinking of Yang Fan, Lin Wan’er suddenly remembered that such a big thing had happened tonight, but she hadn’t found any trace of Yang Fan.

“Brother, have you seen Yang Fan?”

Unable to find Yang Fan, Lin Wan’er could only ask Lin Feng.

“Junior Uncle? Isn’t he with you? How would I know?”

Lin Feng said matter-of-factly. In his opinion, even his own sister didn’t know Yang Fan’s whereabouts, so how would he know?

It’s not surprising that he would think this way. These days, Yang Fan and Lin Wan’er were almost inseparable, going to class together and coming back together. Moreover, he had personally witnessed the two returning to one person's room late at night... Therefore, the one who knew Yang Fan's whereabouts best was naturally not himself...

Just as Lin Wan'er and Lin Feng were talking quietly, the situation changed again. He Pingfeng tried to curry favor with Old Master Li, but the other party didn't give him any face at all.

Especially when Old Master Li heard He Pingfeng's question, he looked displeased and said, "What? Young man of the He family, do I need to report to you about the actions of my Dragon Group? Do I, Li Guoqiang, need you to interfere in my work? Do I need your approval?" "

Old Master Li is joking. How could I dare to have such thoughts? It's just that I was a little curious because Old Master Li brought the entire Dragon Group here at once!"

A flash of murderous intent appeared in He Pingfeng's eyes, but he kept his head down, so no one noticed.

Seeing that He Pingfeng remained silent, Old Master Li snorted coldly before shifting his gaze to the pagoda not far away. His intuition told him that tonight's events were likely to be difficult to handle…

Chapter 104 [Western Zen Sect]

In the desolate garden, more and more people gathered, but no one dared to make a move. As the saying goes, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot; at this moment, whoever acted first would become the target of everyone's criticism. No one present was a fool, and naturally, no one would be foolish enough to run out at this time.

However, their stillness didn't mean they weren't making moves. Among those present were many acquaintances, and others with whom they had previously exchanged favors. Gathered together, they naturally formed small cliques.

The formation of these cliques was akin to the establishment of small alliances; the previously scattered crowd quickly coalesced into groups, and mutual wariness began to grow.

Since they knew beforehand what treasure was present, and there was only one, a struggle was inevitable. Where there was struggle, bloodshed was unavoidable, and with so many people vying for a single treasure, the stronger party naturally had the greatest chance. Therefore, forming temporary alliances among acquaintances was undoubtedly the best option.

As for what would happen after obtaining the treasure, they hadn't considered that. At this moment, they didn't have time to think about the ownership of the treasure, because everything had to wait until they got the treasure...

"Old Li, why did you dare to come over?"

On the other side, Lin Zhentian saw Old Master Li approaching him and asked with his fists clasped. He naturally understood that Old Master Li's previous attitude towards He Pingfeng was all because of him.

Nodding casually, Old Master Li adjusted his reading glasses before speaking, "Young Li, things aren't looking too good tonight. The Myriad Manifestations Sect, the Eight Trigrams Sect, the Heavenly Mystery Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect—except for those few super powers, almost every other sect is here. Add to that the major powers of Yanjing, and it's going to be quite a spectacle tonight."

Lin Zhentian smiled wryly, not minding the way Old Master Li addressed him as "Young Li," and shook his head before continuing, "What's meant to be will be. Even if it didn't happen now, it would have happened eventually; it's just that some people with ulterior motives have taken advantage of it!"

Old Master Li nodded, "That's right. We also received news that the Heavenly Might Martial Arts Academy possesses the Holy Buddha Relic. Someone deliberately leaked it. However, they couldn't be certain beforehand, so even when it appeared in Yanjing, they didn't take any action. But with the sudden anomaly here tonight, naturally, everyone rushed over."

“I remember my master once told me that all spiritual objects possess a spirit, and those destined to obtain them will acquire them; they cannot be forced. That's why he didn't forcibly seize them back then. So, even if these people wanted to forcibly take them, they might not have the chance!”

“That's right, Little Li, I love your unwavering character. Hmph, spiritual objects aren't something ordinary people can obtain. If I weren't worried about things escalating tonight, I wouldn't have brought people here, because I trust you can handle things here. Alright, I'll leave things here to you for now. I need to calm the public down, otherwise, if this gets reported tomorrow, things will become very troublesome!”

With that, Master Li and his Dragon Group members left.

Shaking his head, Lin Zhentian knew Master Li's character very well. He didn't say anything, just quietly watched the crowd in the distance, as if everything was irrelevant to him. At this moment, it seemed everyone had forgotten that he was the true master here!

"Brother Lin, what should we do?"

Chen Tianlong asked Lin Zhentian. He and Lin Zhentian were good friends, and at this moment, he stood on the other's side without hesitation.

"It's alright, let them fight it out. We just need to watch from the sidelines. Tonight is destined to be a turbulent night. Rather than getting involved, it's better to just watch the show. As for the aftermath, Old Master Li will handle it."

After saying that, Lin Zhentian stepped back, making his stance clear.

"Brother He, what does Lin Zhentian mean? Doesn't he want to fight for the Holy Buddha Relic? It's rumored that this Holy Buddha Relic is a sacred treasure of Buddhism. Carrying it with you for a long time can enhance your understanding of martial arts, similar to the Bodhi Heart. Is he really that indifferent?"

On the other side, Xue Chengli saw Lin Zhentian actually leaving the desolate garden and couldn't help but ask He Pingfeng beside him.

"Hmph, don't I know Lin Zhentian well? He's waiting for his chance, but he's destined to be disappointed tonight. With so many people, will he even get a share? We can't wait any longer, we must act quickly!"

Around He Pingfeng, five or six people had also gathered, mostly owners of small martial arts schools and He Pingfeng's followers. Of course, there were also some representatives of the Yanjing forces among them.

While He Pingfeng and his group were talking, the crowd surrounding the pagoda couldn't contain themselves any longer, and several people moved closer to it. Their movement was enough to make others restless, and in an instant, almost everyone present moved towards the pagoda.

"Get out of my way, this pagoda is mine!"

However, just as everyone was about to approach the pagoda, a rough, tiger-like roar suddenly rolled in from the sky. The sound emanated from above the pagoda, spreading in all directions, creating invisible waves that startled everyone.

The sound was like thunder. As the tiger-like roar slowly subsided, a tall figure suddenly appeared above the pagoda. He was at least eight feet tall, with a leopard-like head, round eyes, thick eyebrows, a broad face, and a full black beard. Most strikingly, between his brows was a character resembling the Chinese character for "king"!

His rugged physique was like an eagle in the night, cold and aloof yet exuding an overwhelming aura. Standing alone, he radiated an air of dominance that seemed to survey the heavens and earth. Under this powerful presence, not a single person dared to take a step forward. They looked at each other, but none dared to move.

"A master, an absolute master!"

This thought flashed through everyone's minds simultaneously.

"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant humans, daring to covet such a treasure, what a joke!"

Seeing everyone stunned by his words, the burly man sneered. With a casual turn, his five fingers slightly curled, and his entire right arm miraculously grew larger. In the blink of an eye, a gigantic hand, over ten feet in size, appeared above the pagoda, reaching out to grab it!

"Amitabha! Benefactor, this is the human world; you should not be here!"

However, just as the burly man's enormous hand was about to grasp the pagoda, a faint, ethereal voice suddenly rang out from the sky.

The voice was indistinguishable as male or female, but it seemed to possess some inexplicable power. The moment the voice sounded, the burly man's hand was blocked in mid-air by an invisible force, unable to grasp it.

"The Great Brahma Prajna Mantra!"

Outside the desolate garden, Lin Zhentian exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this voice!

"How could this be? How could this be? This Great Brahma Prajna Mantra is our sect's supreme sonic wave technique, which can only be activated with the Bodhi Prajna Paramita Heart Method. But only my master and I know the Bodhi Prajna Paramita Heart Method. Even Xiao Fan doesn't know it. How could this person know it?"

Lin Zhentian's heart was filled with doubt. He really couldn't understand who else in this world besides himself and his master knew the Bodhi Prajna Paramita Heart Method!

"Who?"

The burly man's movements were stopped, and he immediately became furious. A thunderous sound came from his mouth, and the voice in the void was instantly suppressed by him. However, after this obstruction, his movements had to stop.

"Amitabha, benefactor, your killing intent is too strong. You should not appear in the mortal world. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Benefactor, you should return to your original place!"

The ethereal voice continued to come from the void. At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared not far from the burly man.

A figure in a white dress landed ten feet away, instantly captivating everyone's attention. In the misty night sky, the figure was like a delicate orchid in a secluded valley, graceful and beautiful, and everyone's hearts swayed with the gentle movement of the white dress.

The most surprising thing, however, was that the figure that suddenly appeared was actually a nun—in other words, a very young and beautiful nun!

She possessed a delicate, doll-like face, a childlike innocence tinged with a touch of mischief, a liveliness that concealed an elegance befitting a noblewoman. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of clear, bright eyes held a mysterious allure, brimming with vitality and radiating youthful energy and boundless wisdom.

She had captivating lips, naturally rosy without any makeup, their alluring curves outlining a breathtaking sensuality, radiating a subtle glow.

She was exquisitely beautiful, her radiance captivating; truly a stunning beauty. She appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, her figure graceful and slender, even shrouded in a loose nun's robe, her graceful figure still undeniable.

What's most astonishing is that a seven-colored halo emanated from behind her, her entire figure positioned at the center of the halo. The light moved with her, flickering and changing unpredictably. And this seven-colored halo was none other than the Buddha's light, as described in Buddhism!

The Buddha's light refers to the light emanating from the Buddha. Buddhism believes that the Buddha's power is vast, enlightening sentient beings like the sun dispelling darkness. Therefore, in Buddhism, only those who have attained Buddhahood instantly possess the Buddha

's light. The Buddha's light is a light of wisdom arising from the Buddha's great compassion and love. High-ranking monks who possess this light are called those of great wisdom and enlightenment.

Yet now, a young nun of only sixteen or seventeen years old possesses the Buddha's light—this is truly astonishing!

"Western Zen Sect!"

However, unlike the astonishment of the others, the burly man screamed in terror the moment he saw the little nun...

Chapter 105 [Great Wheel Vajra Seal]

"Great Wheel Vajra Seal, Vajrasattva Mantra! What... what's going on?"

Before Yang Fan appeared a large Buddha, entirely blue, wearing a five-Buddha crown, celestial robes, and jewels around his neck, holding a vajra in his right hand and a vajra bell in his left, his hands crossed in front of his chest, seated in the double lotus posture, on a lotus moon disc supported by eight lions. At the same

time, the mudra and mantra of the second mantra of the Nine Syllable Mantra, the "Soldier" syllable, appeared in his mind!

Although he didn't understand how he, who was sitting on the lotus platform just a moment ago, suddenly appeared here, Yang Fan knew that he had broken the seal of the Great Compassionate One and entered its interior, meaning that he had obtained the Nine Syllable Mantra from the Blood Relic.

However, what puzzled Yang Fan was that since he had obtained the Nine Syllable Mantra, why hadn't he discovered the Blood Relic itself?

However, Yang Fan recognized the large Buddha before him as Vajrasattva, also known as Vajradhara, in Buddhism!

But there are many Vajradharas, not just one. The Dharmakaya Samantabhadra, the sixth Vajradhara, refers to Vajrasattva. Vajrasattva is the sixth in rank, the sixth Vajradhara. In Buddhism

, the Five Dhyani Buddhas are the five Vajradharas: Vairocana in the center, Amen Buddha in the east, Amoghasiddhi Buddha in the north, Ratnasambhava Buddha in the south, and Amitabha Buddha in the west. These five Buddhas are the five Vajradharas, and the Dharmakaya Samantabhadra, the sixth Vajradhara, refers to Vajrasattva. There is also another name, Vajradhara.

Actually, Vajradhara is not one of the Buddhas in Buddhism, but rather the true manifestation of the enlightened one. It represents the primordial Buddha, the essence of all Buddhas. Its essence transcends the limitations of form, light, and place.

Vajradhara symbolizes the three bodies of a fully enlightened Buddha: Dharmakaya, Sambhogakaya, and Nirmanakaya.

Every detail of the Vajradhara image represents a certain aspect of enlightenment. For example, the color of Vajradhara's body, like the azure sky, symbolizes the vastness and infinity of the enlightened mind, known as the Dharmakaya.

The adornments of the celestial beings, such as earrings, crowns, and bracelets, symbolize the clear and lucid awakened mind, known as the Sambhogakaya. Vajradhara's human form represents the Nirmanakaya, the manifestation of the enlightened being's form, perceptible to ordinary beings. The

Sambhogakaya and Nirmanakaya are collectively called the Buddha's physical body, a natural expression of the Buddha's undifferentiated compassion for all beings. The Buddha's compassion manifests in countless ways; these skillful means encompass everything, from all the Buddha's orthodox teachings to the living relationship between guru and disciple.

The bell and vajra held at Vajradhara's chest represent the union of wisdom and skillful means. Although the three bodies of Buddha are described separately, their manifestation in the mind of an enlightened being is unified and inseparable. This unified three bodies represent the inherent potential of every sentient being.

Furthermore, Yang Fan knew that the Bodhi Prajnaparamita Heart Method inherited by his sect originated from Vajradhara and is the essence of Buddhism. Therefore, practicing the Bodhi Prajnaparamita Heart Method can manifest the Dharmakaya, Sambhogakaya, and Nirmanakaya respectively.

However, although Yang Fan was familiar with his sect's method, he hadn't practiced it. He simply studied it as ordinary Buddhist teachings. Unexpectedly, it would be useful today.

Moreover, Yang Fan discovered that his sect's Bodhi Prajnaparamita Heart Method shared many similarities with the Vajrasattva mantra. Comparing the two, some aspects of the Bodhi Prajnaparamita Heart Method that Yang Fan previously didn't understand became clear, and he gained a completely new understanding of the Vajrasattva mantra.

The Vajrasattva mantra and the Acala mantra are not significantly different; both are used to cultivate spiritual power and are key to activating the Great Wheel Vajra Mudra combat technique.

The Acala mantra is the foundation, and the Vajrasattva mantra is the stepping stone. In other words, the Acala mantra helps Yang Fan establish the foundation for cultivating spiritual power, while the Vajrasattva mantra allows him to advance his spiritual power to the next level.

Therefore, they are essentially one, like a single mental cultivation method divided into nine parts. However, Yang Fan currently only possesses two parts, specifically the initial two.

As for the Great Wheel Vajra Mudra, it is also an enhanced version of the Acala Mudra, surpassing it in both power and technique.

The Acala mantra emphasizes unwavering will in the face of adversity. Its function is to combine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, remaining calm and composed in the face of challenges. After cultivation, one will possess a strong physique, thus stabilizing the mind and body.

The Vajrasattva Heart Mantra is meant to prolong life and restore spiritual power, while also granting swift and powerful movements, and enhancing vitality and recovery energy.

These two mantras, one for strength, the other for speed; one for strengthening the physical body, the other for restoring energy, complement each other perfectly. They are inextricably linked. However, what

puzzled Yang Fan was why he hadn't yet seen the Blood Relic, yet had received the Nine-Syllable Mantra's formula without it.

This doubt was immediately disrupted by a sudden change, as Yang Fan suddenly discovered he could see the outside world…

He saw countless people surging forward, secretly forming alliances, and then the mysterious giant and the young nun appeared before him.

Although he didn't know what was happening, when he, like Lin Zhentian, saw the young nun use her sect's unique Great Brahma Prajna Mantra, his reaction was exactly the same!

Just as he was wondering, the big man suddenly said "Western Zen Buddhism," which made Yang Fan fall into deep thought...

He vaguely remembered that when he was young, his master seemed to have mentioned the word Zen Buddhism. At that time, he did not pay attention to it, but now that he suddenly remembered it, it had a different charm.

Moreover, what surprised Yang Fan the most was that he couldn't see through their cultivation levels. Due to the unique nature of his cultivation method, he could instantly discern the opponent's stage within the same realm, regardless of their current level. However, he couldn't see through the cultivation levels of the two before him. What did this mean? It meant that both of them were at least at the Qi Movement stage, and only higher!

If the tenth level of the Fetal Breathing realm was a process of transformation from an ordinary person to a cultivator, then the Qi Movement realm was the dividing line for a cultivator's complete transformation. One was a process of adaptation, the other a process of application. The

Fetal Breathing realm involved absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen and cleanse the physical body, enhancing physique and thus unleashing powerful combat strength. However, the combat in this process was still limited to the physical body.

The Qi Movement realm, on the other hand, involved transforming the absorbed spiritual energy of heaven and earth into various attack methods, using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to attack. The combat between Qi Movement cultivators was no longer limited to the physical body. On the contrary, their battle was more about the application of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Battles at the Qi Movement Realm are incredibly intense, with the wind and clouds shifting with a mere wave of the hand. Their destructive power far surpasses that of battles at the Fetal Breath Realm. To use a somewhat inaccurate analogy, the power of the Fetal Breath Realm is equivalent to a regular hand grenade, while the power of the Qi Movement Realm is equivalent to a cannon—the two are simply incomparable.

In the secular world, those at the Innate Realm are generally considered true masters. Due to a lack of cultivation techniques, very few can reach the Fetal Breath Realm, and those who do are enough to be among the world's top masters.

Take, for example, the assassin organization he once belonged to. Apart from the elusive Grand Commander, none of the assassins under him, except for himself, had reached the Fetal Breath Realm. This is precisely why his Fetal Breath Realm strength was enough to secure him the throne of the supreme assassin.

As for those with cultivation levels above the Fetal Breath Realm, they do exist, but they are extremely rare. According to Yang Fan's previous calculations, the number in the entire China should not exceed ten.

But now, two people randomly appearing before him possessed the cultivation of the Qi Movement Realm. Especially the young nun, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, yet at such a young age, she possessed a level of cultivation that even Yang Fan himself had to look up to. How could he bear it!

Moreover, although the young nun was only sixteen or seventeen, she exuded an indescribable holy aura, like Guanyin Bodhisattva. Furthermore, she had actually cultivated Buddhist light!

This was what astonished Yang Fan the most. In his memory, he had only seen Buddhist light on his master, but now, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl actually possessed Buddhist light!

Similarly, the strength of the burly man also greatly surprised Yang Fan, but beyond the surprise, he was even more puzzled. Because he couldn't sense any human aura from the burly man. In other words, he wasn't human!

Because he possessed a dragon soul within him, although Yang Fan had to constantly guard against the backlash, his mental strength was far stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Furthermore, his spiritual power, enhanced by practicing the Immovable King Mantra and the newly acquired Vajrasattva Heart Mantra, had reached an unbelievable level. Therefore, his spiritual power could detect things that ordinary people couldn't.

Additionally, due to the nature of his dragon soul, he was extremely sensitive to the aura of animals other than humans. He clearly sensed a wild beast's aura emanating from the burly man. This was why he suspected the man's identity.

However, just as Yang Fan was wondering about the two men's identities, the situation changed again…

Chapter 106 [Golden Tiger Demon Beast]

In the instant Yang Fan was stunned, the little nun and the burly man exchanged words, and suddenly the two launched a fierce attack. Seeing that the two strongest experts had made their move, the experts from various sects also became chaotic. Those who had conflicts with each other started fighting. For a time, the scene descended into utter chaos.

In fact, they all knew that to ultimately obtain the treasure, a bloody battle was inevitable. Now, it's just bringing the conflict forward. Since a fight is inevitable sooner or later, it's better to settle the score now.

The sudden turn of events caught Yang Fan off guard. By the time he reacted, chaos reigned outside. However, after the initial shock, he was immediately drawn to the battle between the little nun and the mysterious giant, because their fight was truly spectacular!

The giant had somehow produced a three-meter-long black staff, which he wielded like a giant propeller, emitting whistling winds. The little nun, on the other hand, held a blue lotus!

Under the bright moonlight, the little nun resembled an ethereal immortal, graceful and otherworldly. Her skin was like jade, her eyes like stars, her nose straight and delicate, her teeth like pearls. Holding the blue lotus, the moment it appeared, the entire sky echoed with serene chanting.

At the same time, the burly man moved. He let out a cold snort, and his black staff trembled slightly in the night air. Instantly, a murderous intent surged to the heavens, chilling the winter air. Even behind him, a sea of blood seemed to appear, as if ten thousand ghosts were weeping and a hundred beasts were roaring!

This black iron staff was undoubtedly an unparalleled weapon of death. Its terrifying killing intent swept across the heavens and earth, and endless killing intent permeated the air. The space around the staff distorted, and endless black resentments seemed to roar from the staff.

In stark contrast, the blue lotus in the little nun's hand exuded vibrant life. From the lotus, a gentle fragrance wafted, refreshing the soul, as if bathing in the warmth of spring, giving one a sense of boundless hope.

Against the backdrop of the blue lotus, the little nun appeared pure and otherworldly. With the aura of Buddha surrounding her, she resembled the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, every movement perfectly natural and flawless.

If the murderous intent emanating from the iron rod in the burly man's hand represented death, then the blue lotus in the little nun's hand represented life and hope!

The burly man swung his iron rod, transforming into a black streak of light as he charged towards the little nun. His rod thrust forward like a dragon emerging from the water, aiming straight for her face. A

vortex of energy rippled around the black rod; his attack possessed a terrifying, earth-shattering force, as if anything could be reduced to ashes by its power.

However, the little nun showed no surprise at the burly man's powerful strike. She simply flicked the blue lotus in her hand, and instantly, a milky-white Buddhist light shot out first, meeting the burly man's massive black rod!

"Bang!"

The black rod and the milky-white light collided in mid-air, producing a crisp sound. An invisible ripple spread out from the point of impact, and the burly man's momentum faltered.

In the instant the burly man paused, the young nun moved again. She held a lotus in one hand and placed the other on her chest in a Buddhist gesture of respect, softly chanting, "Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this. Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature: neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

As the young nun recited the Buddhist scripture, rays of Buddhist light shot up around her, enveloping her entirely. Simultaneously, a Dharma seal emerged from the light, striking towards the burly man.

"The Heart Sutra!"

Hearing the young nun's chant, Yang Fan was filled with even greater doubt and uncertainty. If before he had only suspected the young nun was related to his sect, now he was absolutely certain she was connected to it!

At the same time, the Dharma seal reached the burly man. It seemed the Buddha's light had an innate suppressive effect on the burly man. Seeing the approaching Dharma seal, a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes, but then, a blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and a tiger's roar suddenly erupted from his mouth.

"Roar!"

It is said that dragons follow the clouds and tigers follow the wind. The moment the burly man roared like a tiger, a sudden gust of

wind swept across the sky, whipping the clothes of everyone present into a fluttering din. At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gaze to the enormous figure high in the sky.

It wasn't that they wanted to stop, but that they had no choice but to stop, because the oppressive force emanating from their very souls utterly suffocated them, leaving them with no will to resist!

"So powerful!"

This thought flashed through everyone's minds simultaneously. Most of those present were at the Acquired Realm of cultivation, though there were also some Innate Realm experts. But whether Acquired or Innate, none of them could muster the slightest thought of resistance in the face of that tiger

's roar. With a fierce roar from the burly man, his clothes were torn to shreds, fluttering wildly in the wind and disappearing in the blink of an eye. His body suddenly swelled dramatically, transforming in the blink of an eye into a colossal tiger, two meters tall!

A large "king" character was embedded in the tiger's massive head, adding to its imposing presence. Furthermore, the tiger was entirely golden, its powerful forelimbs constantly pawing at the void, causing ripples to spread.

Its throat throbbed with each movement, creating a sense of oppression. Its long tail curled backward into a circle, like a scorpion's tail. Overall, the enormous golden tiger exuded an aura of dominance, causing anyone to lose their will to fight under its might.

Moreover, this golden tiger possessed a pair of golden wings, each four meters wide, growing from its back. It was these wings that kept it suspended in mid-air.

As for the little nun, she rested on a white lotus platform. That lotus platform was very similar to the one that had appeared beneath Yang Fan earlier, but it lacked some of the domineering aura and possessed a more gentle beauty.

"A demonic beast!"

The moment Yang Fan saw the golden tiger appear, the word immediately flashed through his mind.

All things in heaven and earth possess sentience. It's not just humans who can cultivate; all living things can cultivate as well. For example, a tree, after countless years, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, gradually gaining sentience, and thus can be called a demon.

A demonic beast, however, is an animal that, through special cultivation techniques, possesses human intelligence and can even transform into human form.

Compared to humans, demonic beasts have much longer lifespans. They are the darlings of nature, possessing physiques far surpassing humans. Moreover, once a demonic beast transforms, in general, it is no different from a human. The only difference is that in battle, it can manifest its true form and unleash tremendous destructive power.

Demonic beasts have existed since ancient times, but Yang Fan saw in some ancient records that demonic beasts had not appeared in the human world for many years, and had even completely disappeared. It is precisely for this reason that the term "demonic beast" has gradually faded from people's sight.

But now, a demonic beast has suddenly appeared in the human world. How could Yang Fan not be surprised? Only now did he understand why he couldn't sense any human aura from the beast before—it wasn't human at all!

"Amitabha, benefactor, this little nun said you shouldn't belong to this world. Go back to where you came from!"

Compared to Yang Fan's shock, the little nun was completely calm. She seemed to have known his identity all along, or perhaps she had come specifically for him!

After transforming into its true form, the golden tiger didn't attack. Instead, it spoke in human language: "Hmph, little nun, stop wasting my breath. You've chased me all the way from the wilderness to here, and you still haven't given up. Do you think you can defeat me? Yes, I admit I can't do anything to you, but do you think you can do anything to me? So, you should go back to chanting your scriptures. I, Thunder Tiger, don't want to play with you anymore!"

“Benefactor, the Martial Realm and the Mortal Realm have an agreement that neither side is allowed to enter the mortal world without permission. However, you have broken this agreement and appeared in the mortal world without authorization. Therefore, you must return with me. If you return with me, I promise you I will not cause you any trouble!”

Hearing this, the golden tiger shook its enormous head like a rattle-drum: “Return? No way! I'd rather die than go back! That place is no place for a human. Little nun, I have no grudge against you, why are you chasing me like this? Please, let me go! I'm afraid of you, okay?”

Seeing the change in attitude, the little nun… He then became hesitant: "Benefactor, please don't make things difficult for this little nun. Capturing you is a task my master gave me, so you must come back with me no matter what!"

As if he had a firm grasp on the little nun's character, a glint of cunning gleamed in the golden tiger's enormous eyes. Just as the little nun hesitated, it suddenly leaped, appearing atop the pagoda in a single bound. Its massive jaws opened wide, seemingly intent on swallowing the relic at the very top of the pagoda…

Chapter 107 [The Tiger's Fury]

Yang Fan had a vague feeling that the golden tiger's bite wasn't aimed at the relic, but at his own body. The instant its massive jaws snapped shut, a tremendous sense of crisis rose within him.

Out of martial instinct, Yang Fan threw a punch without thinking. Unexpectedly, the moment he threw that punch, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. The next moment, he appeared on the horizon, directly facing the golden tiger…

This sudden turn of events not only shocked the onlookers below, but also stunned the golden tiger and the little nun.

Originally, the little nun was quite annoyed that the golden tiger had tricked her again and was about to teach it a lesson when Yang Fan suddenly appeared!

For a moment, she forgot to react. With her keen eyesight, she could naturally see the extraordinary nature of the blood-red relic at a glance. She had been chasing the golden tiger all the way here and knew nothing about the Holy Buddha Relic. The reason she was here was because the sudden anomaly had attracted the golden tiger, and she had come to chase after it.

She knew that the Thunder Tiger coveted the relic and wanted to possess it. Not to mention that her mission was to bring him back, she couldn't let him succeed just because of the relic!

With her profound understanding of Buddhism, she naturally recognized the significance of the blood-red relic within Buddhism. As a Buddhist disciple, she naturally had to protect this sacred object.

However, just as she was about to make her move, someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing her to stop almost without thinking…

At this moment, the most frustrated person was undoubtedly Yang Fan himself. "You guys are fighting so well, what does it have to do with me? I was just a spectator, why are you suddenly turning your attention to me?

And besides, I was clearly hiding inside the barrier of the Great Compassion Mantra, how did I get scared out of my wits by this golden tiger? Could it be that the seal has failed?"

However, no matter how frustrated or helpless Yang Fan was, he couldn't change the fact that he had to face the golden tiger head-on. Although the golden tiger was stunned for half a second by his unexpected appearance, after recovering, this big oaf didn't even hesitate and lunged at him, seemingly wanting to devour him whole!

"Just because the tiger isn't roaring doesn't mean I'm a pushover, does it?"

Yang Fan was incredibly frustrated, but even in his frustration, he dared not be arrogant. He cursed and threw a punch directly at the tiger.

However, his outburst completely stunned everyone present. What did he mean by "just because the tiger isn't roaring doesn't mean I'm a pushover"? He was facing a real tiger!

Not only others, but even the little nun couldn't help but smile slightly upon hearing Yang Fan's words, her large, seemingly expressive eyes fixed on him with curiosity.

Seemingly provoked by Yang Fan's words, the creature named Lei Laohu, in its illusory form, didn't bite Yang Fan with its massive jaws. Instead, it raised a tiger claw, seemingly intending to smash Yang Fan to pieces!

Unfortunately, Yang Fan's fist met the tiger's claw head-on. His already small hand, compared to the tiger's head-sized claw, was like an ant trying to move an elephant—a futile effort.

However, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded. When Yang Fan's small hand collided with Lei Laohu's massive, fan-like hand in mid-air, Yang Fan remained completely still, while Lei Laohu's enormous body was sent flying back a full ten feet by Yang Fan's punch!

One focused on offense, the other on defense; one resembled a raging bull, the other incredibly thin, yet the result of their collision exceeded everyone's expectations.

People often use the phrase "the strength of nine oxen and two tigers" to describe immense strength. Think about it, an ox is strong enough, right? But it would take nine oxen to equal the strength of two tigers. Now, a live tiger stood before them, yet it was knocked back with a single punch. Just how strong was this person?

The thought itself was unsettling, but now, everyone gasped in astonishment. Who was this suddenly appearing youth? How could he be so powerful? This question became the unspoken doubt in the minds of almost everyone present!

Not only the crowd, but even the young nun standing on the lotus platform stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief. Among those present, she was undoubtedly the one who knew Lei Laohu's strength best. She had personally experienced the sheer power of Lei Laohu's physical body.

That was why she was so astonished when she saw Yang Fan actually withstand a punch head-on and force it back.

She could naturally see that Yang Fan's strength was only at the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing stage, far from reaching the Qi Movement stage. Yet, this mere fifth-level Fetal Breathing stage had withstood an attack from Lei Laohu, whose strength was at the first level of the Qi Movement stage, without being at a disadvantage!

How could this be? For the first time, the young nun was bewildered. Hadn't her master told her that even innate masters were few and far between in the mortal world, and cultivators were nearly extinct? Even those who existed were often low-level rogue cultivators without any real cultivation techniques. Even if they could cultivate to the Fetal Breathing Realm, that would be their limit!

But now, not only had a cultivator appeared, but he was actually holding his own against a Qi Movement Realm expert at the Fetal Breathing Realm without being at a disadvantage. Moreover, this Qi Movement Realm expert wasn't just any expert; he was a demon beast!

Demon beasts—the mere mention of these two words evokes images of their monstrous physiques.

Indeed, due to their unique talents, demon beasts possess physiques far exceeding those of humans, and their strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. Among those of the same level, few can defeat them.

Take the young nun and Lei Laohu, for example. Lei Laohu was only at the first level of Qi Movement, while the young nun had already reached the third level, yet they could only fight to a draw, neither able to gain the upper hand. This is partly due to the inherent advantage Buddhist techniques have over demonic beasts.

This explains the monstrous nature of demonic beasts; they often can fight opponents far stronger than themselves. Yet, this young man before them not only fought Lei Laohu to a standstill, but also defeated him in Lei Laohu's strongest area: power. Most importantly, he was only at the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing stage, a full five levels below the Qi Movement stage!

The Fetal Breathing stage and the Qi Movement stage are completely different concepts. Even a peak tenth-level Fetal Breathing expert couldn't last ten rounds against a first-level Qi Movement cultivator.

They are simply not on the same level; the gap between Fetal Breathing and Qi Movement is insurmountable. Even if demonic beasts possess the talent to fight above their level, this is limited; they can only fight within the same major realm.

Take Lei Laohu, for example. At the first level of Qi Movement, he could face a third-level Qi Movement expert. However, even at the tenth level, he couldn't defeat a first-level Spirit Refinement expert. This was the difference in cultivation levels.

Yet now, Yang Fan, a mere fifth-level Nascent Soul cultivator, was actually fighting a demon beast with Qi Movement cultivation, capable of leapfrog combat. This far exceeded the little nun's understanding of martial arts, and beyond her imagination!

She simply couldn't comprehend how a human at only the fifth level of Nascent Soul could defeat a demon beast at the first level of Qi Movement. Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable!

However, just as the little nun found it unbelievable, an even more astonishing scene unfolded!

Suddenly, the Dharma body of Acala (the Immovable King) appeared behind Yang Fan. Simultaneously, a long sword radiating flames appeared in his right hand, while a rope materialized in his left…

“Nangma Siddhi, Siddhi, Su Siddhi, Siddhi Gara, Rayakkuya, Sammo Masili, Ajama Siddhi Svaha…”

Buddhist chants arose, conch shells rang, the sound seemingly emanating from Yang Fan's mouth, from the Acala Dharma body behind him, and even from beyond the thirty-three heavens—elusive yet undeniably present.

If the little nun's recitation of the Heart Sutra had brought inner peace and a desire to relinquish attachments, this sudden Buddhist chant evoked an irresistible urge to worship.

One by one, the crowd on the ground prostrated themselves, hands clasped together, faces filled with devout worship. Just moments before, their faces had been contorted with desire, rage, anger, and hatred; now, their expressions were remarkably similar!

Even the young nun standing on the lotus platform stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Almost instinctively, she put away the blue lotus, clasped her hands together, and began silently chanting Buddhist scriptures…

Using the Immovable King Mantra for the first time, Yang Fan was also incredibly excited. Feeling the immense power within him, he even felt an urge to let out a long roar. However, due to the unique nature of the Immovable King Mantra technique, his expression was extremely serious, and flames surged behind him—the wrath of Buddha!

In an instant, he unleashed all fourteen seals of the Immovable King Seal: the head seal, eye seal, mouth seal, heart seal, and armor seal—five defensive seals simultaneously protecting his entire body; the treasure mountain seal, lion's swiftness seal, fire-shielding seal, conch shell seal, and lasso seal—four auxiliary seals simultaneously aiding him; and the single-drill seal, flame seal, sword seal, and three-drill vajra seal—four offensive seals—ready to strike at any moment!

At this moment, Yang Fan was as if possessed by the Immovable King, majestic and awe-inspiring without anger! "PS: The burst is still ongoing, there will be more, definitely more, and quite a lot, so brothers, if you still have flowers, hand them over! Haha, don't move, this is robbery, robbing flowers, not women!"

Chapter 108 [Salvation of All Beings]

Roar!

Lei Laohu could clearly sense Yang Fan's transformation. He also felt immense pressure from the other party, but as the king of beasts, his unique kingly dignity made it impossible for him to submit to the other's feet.

With a long roar, the tiger, now in its true form, stomped its front foot in the void, leaped, and its massive body rose from the ground once more, charging fiercely towards Yang Fan from the sky. It was the pounce, one of the three signature attacks of the King of Beasts!

The tiger has a pounce, a slash, and a bite. The pounce is for subduing the enemy, the slash for injuring, and the bite for killing. Usually, a pounce followed by a bite kills the enemy without bloodshed; a slash followed by a pounce injures the enemy first, then subdues them, allowing for capture; a straight bite is the most effective way to assassinate. Seemingly simple, it contains the seemingly simple yet profound essence of martial arts.

Therefore, the tiger's pounce immediately created a whirlwind, and even Yang Fan himself felt immense pressure.

"Sword Seal!"

Facing the tiger's full-force attack, Yang Fan dared not be careless. He swung his Sword of Wisdom with force, and a sword light instantly slashed towards the tiger.

*Swoosh!* A flash of sword light, and the moment the blade touched Lei Laohu's paw, a metallic clang rang out. Yang Fan, with his sharp eyes, noticed that Lei Laohu's claws flashed with golden light the instant they made contact with the blade; it was that golden light that blocked the blade.

However, Yang Fan wasn't surprised at all. It would be strange if a Qi-manipulation Realm expert were dealt with so easily. He shouted, "Lu Suo Seal!" The rope in his left hand flew out automatically, wrapping around

Lei Laohu. The rope, seemingly originating from Yang Fan's hand, didn't directly wrap around Lei Laohu but vanished into the void. The next moment, ropes suddenly appeared around Lei Laohu, completely binding him in an instant.

"Ten Thousand Blade Slash!"

However, although Lei Laohu was suddenly bound by the ropes, he didn't lose his ability to move. His golden wings suddenly flapped rapidly, and wind blades flew out from his wings, slashing towards Yang Fan.

Seeing the approaching wind blades, Yang Fan's expression changed slightly, but he didn't pay too much attention. He flicked his Sword of Wisdom, unleashing a barrage of sword light that blanketed the sky.

Simultaneously, Yang Fan's body mysteriously appeared above Lei Laohu. However, the Sword of Wisdom and the rope in his hand had vanished, replaced by a soft, crimson sword resembling a serpent.

It wasn't that Yang Fan intentionally wanted to retract the Sword of Wisdom; rather, activating the Immovable King Seal required immense mental power. While his current mental power was sufficient to activate the Immovable King Seal, its consumption was enormous and couldn't be sustained for long.

Tonight's enemy wasn't just Lei Laohu alone. The group of martial artists watching from afar, though individually weak, formed a formidable fighting force when gathered together. Therefore, Yang Fan had to be wary of them and dared not exhaust his mental power, as overuse could potentially cause him to faint.

However, the soft sword in his hand was no ordinary weapon either. This sword, as renowned as his supreme assassin title, was called: Blood Drinker!

This Blood Drinker sword had accompanied Yang Fan throughout his growth, truly drinking in blood, for nine out of ten lives lost to him were slain by this sword! The

moment the Blood Drinker sword appeared in Yang Fan's hand, his entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation. If he was a benevolent Buddha a moment ago, he was now a ruthless Grim Reaper.

He exuded an almost tangible killer's aura, his long hair flowing, the Blood Drinker sword in his hand moving like a serpent, its tip constantly flickering crimson tongue. At this moment, Yang Fan, like an Asura from the Asura realm, charged towards Lei Laohu.

Facing Yang Fan's overwhelming killing intent, Lei Laohu felt it most acutely. This fearless king of beasts, now, felt an involuntary fear rising within him when facing Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword thrust straight towards Lei Laohu's eyes. Seeing the sword tip magnify in his pupils, every hair on Lei Laohu's body stood on end!

Without hesitation, his massive tiger body trembled violently, the ropes binding him snapping free, and Lei Laohu, who had only recently transformed into his human form, instantly reverted to human.

It must be said that this king of beasts, Lei Laohu, possessed incredibly rich combat experience. He knew that against this monstrous opponent whose physical strength was no less than his own, relying solely on his superior strength would be utterly useless.

On the contrary, his massive body would only make his opponent an even bigger target, creating more openings for himself. Therefore, he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to become a sitting duck.

As soon as he regained his human form, Lei Laohu's black iron rod reappeared in his hand. Facing the oncoming longsword, he swung his iron rod with tremendous force, cleaving downwards like a mountain being split, aiming to force Yang Fan to change his move through brute force!

"Not bad reaction time!"

Lei Laohu's transformation from his original form to human form, and then his attack on Yang Fan, was executed flawlessly, without any pause. This made Yang Fan marvel; demonic beasts truly possessed a unique advantage over humans!

However, despite his amazement, his movements were anything but slow. With a slight flick of his arm, the longsword in his hand emitted a series of sharp sounds, like sonic booms, sending shivers down one's spine.

Simultaneously, Yang Fan's body miraculously shifted half a meter to the right in mid-air. Lei Laohu's iron rod barely grazed his body, yet it didn't even touch his clothes.

Before Lei Laohu could react, Yang Fan closed in, his soft sword ringing out, straightening itself, its target Lei Laohu's throat!

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, a inch more dangerous." Within a certain range, long weapons, with their wide, sweeping movements, can ensure victory, while short weapons can barely get close to the opponent.

However, once that distance is exceeded, and the opponent closes in, the long weapon not only fails to increase power but also becomes a burden.

Lei Laohu is currently in this situation. His iron rod, wielded with immense force and powerful swings, is a weapon he, a man who pursues strength, loves most.

But he has encountered Yang Fan, a freak who wields a soft sword. A soft sword can be both hard and soft. When soft, his iron rod strikes it as if striking cotton, yielding no force; when hard, it's like steel, capable of piercing several large holes in him.

Therefore, facing Yang Fan's soft sword, Lei Laohu finds himself helpless, utterly without any solutions. The opponent's soft sword moved like a serpent, darting north and south, unpredictable and elusive, leaving wounds on his body every now and then.

These wounds weren't fatal, and with his thick skin and tough flesh, they were no big deal. But even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them; besides, no one would feel comfortable with so many wounds on their body.

In a short time, the two exchanged no less than a hundred blows in mid-air. The clash of weapons, Yang Fan's cold shouts, and Lei Laohu's roars converged into a unique melody, echoing across the entire sky.

The young nun in the distance, her clear eyes filled with disbelief, couldn't understand how a human at only the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm could fight Lei Laohu, a first-level Qi Movement realm cultivator, to a standstill, and even gain the upper hand.

Furthermore, the killing intent emanating from this human was so strong and heavy. He was like a bloodthirsty beast, his mere presence sending chills down one's spine.

Strangely, this murderous tyrant possessed pure Buddhist power. How could such righteousness and evil coexist within one person?

"Could he be practicing the 'Transcending Calamity Incarnation' technique? This kind of demonic yet Buddhist cultivation method seems only possible with the demonic art created by the first generation of the Evil Emperor's Palace, Evil Emperor Valley's Transcending Calamity!" However

, the little nun immediately dismissed this thought. The 'Transcending Calamity Incarnation' technique could only be practiced by the successive masters of the Evil Emperor's Palace, and the Evil Emperor's Palace never interacted with the secular world. Furthermore, she had

some understanding of the Evil Emperor's Palace's 'Transcending Calamity Incarnation' technique; that technique was completely different from the one used by this man. On the contrary, the technique he practiced showed traces of her own Western Zen Sect's techniques…

Thinking about it only made the little nun feel that the man's identity was incredibly mysterious. Remembering the responsibilities she bore to her sect, the young nun felt she had to find out who this person was.

If he truly is a descendant of the Evil Emperor's Palace, then this news must be relayed to her sect. Even if he has no connection to the Evil Emperor's Palace, she must still investigate the Buddhist techniques he possesses. Furthermore, even if unrelated to these two matters, as a member of the Buddhist sect, she has a responsibility to eliminate the murderous intent emanating from him.

"Such a person has long since become completely possessed by demons. If his murderous intent cannot be converted, who knows how much damage he will cause to the world!"

The little nun had already secretly resolved that after resolving Lei Laohu's problem, she would not return to her sect immediately. She would wait until she had completely converted the murderous intent from him before returning.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has the grand vow, "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will not attain Buddhahood until all sentient beings are liberated." He vows to liberate all sentient beings in the evil realms before attaining Buddhahood. So why can't she do the same?

Chapter 109 [Talent Skill]

Yang Fan was unaware that because his murderous intent was too strong, the little nun had already regarded him as a "demon" she wanted to convert. What would happen if she knew?

However, he had no time to ponder the little nun's thoughts, as all his attention was focused on Lei Laohu.

Although he had been on the offensive so far, this was only temporary. Yang Fan understood that the gap in their cultivation levels was insurmountable. Lei Laohu was, after all, a master of the Qi Movement Realm, and a demonic beast at that. Even

if he had gained the upper hand temporarily with his sheer strength, once that momentum faltered, he would face a furious counterattack from Lei Laohu!

As the ancient saying goes: "In battle, courage is paramount. One should strike with full force, but the momentum wanes with each attack, and is exhausted with each subsequent one. When they are exhausted and we are still strong, we can defeat them." And now, Yang Fan was striking with a

combination of overwhelming force and catching them off guard! His unpredictable sword techniques were unleashed one after another, leaving Lei Laohu utterly helpless. However, what surprised Yang Fan the most was that the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique actually showed signs of a breakthrough at this moment!

In the past few days, although he could vaguely sense the changes in the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, none had been as obvious and clear as this time.

Just a little bit more, just that tiny bit more, Yang Fan felt the door to breakthrough had opened, he even had one foot already in that door. If he just put in a little more effort, he would definitely break through!

Yang Fan discovered that with each swing of his sword, the true energy within his body actually increased instead of decreasing! The true energy within his body circulated continuously according to the Great Circulation route, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique also automatically operated under the impetus of the true energy circulation.

However, the speed of the true energy circulation far exceeded any previous instance. It was precisely because of this that, although Yang Fan was consuming a large amount of true energy every second, the replenishment of true energy exceeded the amount consumed.

"Roar!"

However, at this moment, Lei Laohu suddenly threw away the iron scepter in his hand, his hands transforming into tiger claws, the five fingers revealing sharp claws, directly grabbing at Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword. He must have realized that using the iron rod not only didn't give him an advantage, but actually put him at a disadvantage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing rang out. Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword, an absolute weapon capable of severing a hair, clashed with Lei Laohu's tiger claws, producing sharp, piercing sounds and even sparks. This demonstrated just how powerful Lei Laohu's claws were!

However, Yang Fan didn't care. He wielded the Blood-Drinking Sword like a bolt of lightning, incredibly agile, with crimson sword light filling the sky. The flashing sword light intertwined into a net of swords, until, except for a few people, no one could clearly see the battle.

However, this didn't affect the two combatants. By this point, both were fighting with their true strength. Although the battle had come somewhat inexplicably, and neither of them knew why they were fighting, neither of them intended to stop and explain.

Yang Fan wanted to continue fighting because he suddenly sensed signs of a breakthrough. As for Lei Laohu, he was already known for his volatile temper, but now he was being overwhelmed by a human. So, for whatever reason, he couldn't stop.

Thus, the two fought fiercely, each more intense than the last, yet neither could gain the upper hand. Suddenly, Lei Laohu roared, and with his roar, his aura surged rapidly. In almost an instant, his strength rose from the first level of Qi Movement to the second, then the third, finally stopping at the peak of the third level!

"Berserk?"

Yang Fan had long heard that some demonic beasts possessed unique innate skills that greatly enhanced their attributes. Take Lei Laohu, for example; his innate skill was Berserk, which allowed him to significantly increase his strength for a certain period.

Of course, this innate skill isn't perfect. After using it, their strength will be significantly reduced for a certain period, even entering a weakened state. This period is extremely dangerous for the demon beast itself.

Lei Laohu only used the Berserk skill because Yang Fan had pushed him to the limit. However, regardless of what happens next, Yang Fan was immediately in danger after using the Berserk skill.

Before Lei Laohu used the Berserk skill, Yang Fan could only barely hold his own against him, and that was only because of his indomitable courage. Now that Lei Laohu's strength has greatly increased, even with his courage, he is facing constant danger and peril!

Lei Laohu's claws create numerous afterimages with each swing, each radiating a chilling aura. These afterimages may seem harmless, but Yang Fan knows that if he treats them as mere afterimages, he'll be in serious trouble.

Because each of these afterimages contained pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which Lei Laohu forcibly compressed into them with his profound cultivation. If Yang Fan ignored even one of the claw marks, that claw mark would instantly solidify, unleashing tremendous power!

This was precisely the signature attack method of a Qi-Activation stage expert—the utilization of spiritual energy.

The difference in cultivation levels was, after all, insurmountable, especially after Lei Laohu used his Berserk talent skill, which amplified the gap between the two. Yang Fan, caught off guard, had his Blood-Drinking Sword seized by Lei Laohu's claws. Simultaneously, Lei Laohu's other claw slammed heavily onto Yang Fan's shoulder.

With a muffled groan, Yang Fan felt as if half his body had lost sensation from the impact of the blow; his blood surged, and he fell helplessly from the sky to the ground.

However, at the last moment, Yang Fan unleashed unprecedented potential. His Blood-Drinking Sword flashed red, suddenly breaking free from his opponent's grasp. Simultaneously, a sword aura pierced through Lei Laohu's protective aura, leaving a thumb-sized hole in his chest.

The two were two or three stories above the ground, and with Lei Laohu's full-force attack, if Yang Fan had been slammed to the ground, he would likely have been severely injured, if not killed.

At this moment, Yang Fan's rich combat experience came into play. Enduring the immense pain, he performed an incredible mid-air spin, head down, feet up. His Blood-Drinking Sword emitted a piercing cry, and before he even landed, a sword aura blasted towards the ground.

Using the recoil, Yang Fan barely managed to deflect the downward thrust. Even so, he felt as if his entire skeleton had been shattered; his blood and qi surged, and his internal energy surged uncontrollably throughout his body.

It turned out that Lei Laohu's attack had actually forced his own internal energy into Yang Fan's body, slamming him to the ground while simultaneously concentrating all his power into one point and attacking Yang Fan's body.

Lei Laohu was well aware that he couldn't hold out for long after using his Berserk talent skill, so he had to finish the fight quickly. That's why he chose this near-suicidal fighting style, relying on his thick skin and tough flesh to withstand the opponent's attack and completely destroy him.

Just how powerful was the full-force attack of a Qi Movement Realm expert? Probably no one present knew, but Yang Fan knew it deeply. If his bones hadn't been strengthened by the Buddha's Relic, this single attack would have been enough to shatter his entire skeleton.

Even so, the moment he landed and stood firm, his meridians exploded, and a series of hissing sounds rang out. His body crackled and popped like firecrackers.

Accompanied by the sounds, streaks of blood gushed out from his body, and at the same time, crimson blood flowed from his nose, mouth, corners of his eyes, and ears.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Yang Fan hadn't possessed exceptionally strong bones, he would have been reduced to a pile of minced meat by Lei Laohu's attack. Even so, almost all of his meridians were destroyed, his entire body suffered unprecedented damage, and his internal energy was in complete chaos… With

his meridians destroyed, his internal energy out of control, and his body nearly crippled, Yang Fan was practically useless.

However, Lei Laohu wasn't in much better shape. Yang Fan's final attack had also been infused with his full power; the unparalleled sword energy was currently raging within Lei Laohu's body. This was why, although he had slammed Yang Fan to the ground, he hadn't pursued him. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he needed to stop and suppress the sword energy Yang Fan had left within him.

This sword energy was unlike anything Lei Laohu had ever encountered before. It differed from the pure, destructive sword intent of cultivators, but it was equally destructive.

Moreover, this sword energy contained an extremely cold and murderous aura, which greatly increased its power.

Lei Laohu had a vague feeling that this sword energy existed solely for killing, and that the human before him existed solely for slaughter. Lei Laohu was

even somewhat relieved that the person before him had not yet reached the Qi Movement Realm. He had a feeling that if the other party was also at the Qi Movement Realm, he would not last three rounds against him; the other party could kill him instantly!

But for now… he could only nip this threat in the bud!

However, just as this thought flashed through Lei Laohu's mind, and he wanted to completely eliminate the threat, Yang Fan on the ground suddenly disappeared!

Perhaps it shouldn't be said that Yang Fan disappeared, but rather that he suddenly appeared in front of Lei Laohu. It was because his speed was so fast that it created the illusion of disappearance. By the time Lei Laohu reacted, the Blood-Drinking Sword in his opponent's hand was already at his throat...

Chapter 110 [Initial Success of the Technique]

"What... what happened?"

This question was probably not only in Lei Laohu's mind, but also in the minds of everyone present!

What had just happened seemed to take a long time, but in reality, from the moment Yang Fan was slammed to the ground by Lei Laohu's palm to the moment he leaped up, the sword tip pointing directly at his opponent's throat, it was only a matter of a flash.

If it weren't for the crimson blood covering Yang Fan's body, even Lei Laohu probably wouldn't have believed it was real!

"But, he clearly took my full-force attack, so why does he seem completely unharmed? Moreover, judging from his aura, it seems to have become even stronger..."

As for the others, they only saw Yang Fan suddenly fall from the sky to the ground, and then reflect back into the void at an even faster speed, and the next moment, the battle was already over!

The dramatic turn of events made countless people's brains react instantly. Even the little nun's mouth was wide open, her face showing a blank expression.

"Isn't it unbelievable? Do you think I should be lying on the ground right now, completely powerless to fight back?"

Looking at Lei Laohu, whose mouth was agape enough to fit several eggs, Yang Fan asked with a smile. His face was ruddy, and apart from the blood still seeping from his features, there wasn't a single sign of injury!

Yang Fan's words voiced the doubts in everyone's hearts. Not only was Lei Laohu filled with anticipation, but even the little nun not far away pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.

"Actually, I should thank you. If it weren't for your full-force attack, I probably wouldn't have been able to break through to my current realm!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Laohu's pupils suddenly contracted. Although he had sensed Yang Fan's change and guessed that this matter was related to him, when Yang Fan said it himself, he still felt a strange, indescribable discomfort, like he had swallowed fly droppings!

In fact, it wasn't that Yang Fan intentionally teased him. Without Lei Laohu's full-force attack, he truly wouldn't have been able to break through the first level of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique and truly embark on the path of cultivation!

Here's what happened: Lei Laohu's full-force attack completely destroyed Yang Fan's meridians and disrupted his true energy. However, just as this true energy was about to utterly destroy Yang Fan's body, the Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique, which was immersing Yang Fan within him, suddenly began to operate rapidly, absorbing the power of Lei Laohu's attack at top speed!

Moreover, after absorbing Lei Laohu's power, Yang Fan's Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique suddenly and unexpectedly entered the first level!

This sudden change left even Yang Fan stunned, completely bewildered. It took him a long time to understand the key.

Although the true energy contained in Lei Laohu's full-force attack was enough to completely destroy his meridians, what Yang Fan didn't expect was that Lei Laohu's true energy actually contained the element of thunder!

What Yang Fan didn't know was that Lei Laohu was named Lei Laohu precisely because his attribute was thunder.

Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and all things have five elements. Heaven and earth, and all things, cannot escape yin and yang and the five elements. Even humans are also said to have attributes. The Five Elements are naturally metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Beyond these, various other elements of heaven and earth, such as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, also exist. Different people belong to different Five Elements.

Lei Laohu happens to belong to the thunder attribute, therefore, the true energy he cultivates contains the thunder element.

Yang Fan's Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique requires the cleansing of thunder and lightning to achieve a breakthrough. This is something he only just learned. It is precisely because of this that he has always been unable to fully grasp the Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique, lacking the key of thunder and lightning.

Fortunately, the lack of this deficiency in Lei Laohu's true energy changed Yang Fan's inevitable death, and even turned misfortune into blessing, allowing him to break through the first level of the Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique.

All of this seemed to confirm the ancient saying: "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise!"

Yang Fan had not only broken through the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique and entered its first level, but his cultivation had also directly advanced from the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing Realm to the first level of the Qi Movement Realm. This was something Yang Fan hadn't anticipated.

Cultivation realms are traditionally approached step by step, steadily and surely, a fundamental principle of cultivation. It is precisely for this reason that each realm is divided into ten levels.

While the difference between each of the ten levels in the Fetal Breathing Realm isn't exactly vast, the difference between them is still significant. Because breakthroughs are extremely difficult, cultivation requires gradual accumulation. Therefore, advancing to each level takes a long time.

But someone like Yang Fan, like a rocket, directly leaped from the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing Realm, skipping five levels, and soared directly to the first level of the Qi Movement Realm. This kind of thing, while not unprecedented, is certainly unparalleled, and it completely violates the principles of martial arts.

Even Yang Fan himself couldn't understand how this was happening!

However, regardless, Yang Fan's current realm had indeed reached the first level of Qi Movement, and he felt no discomfort whatsoever; everything had progressed smoothly. Unable to fathom the reason, Yang Fan could only attribute it to the powerful techniques of the Nine Heavens Thunderclap Technique. In fact

, his deduction wasn't without basis. Generally speaking, before reaching the Innate Realm, physical strengthening techniques alone were sufficient to reach the Acquired Realm. In other words, before reaching the Acquired Realm, one didn't need martial arts techniques to cultivate to that level.

Like Eisen, who didn't understand cultivation methods, only simply trained his body and practiced fighting techniques. Yet, with just ordinary black fist fighting and his monstrous physique, he possessed the strength of the Acquired Realm, and with the powerful destructive force of black fist fighting, his strength was comparable to an Innate Realm expert.

But if Eisen didn't have a specialized internal energy cultivation method, his strength would have stagnated, unable to advance even a fraction further. The Innate Realm, beyond the Acquired Realm, cannot be reached through training alone. It requires special internal energy cultivation techniques to develop true qi before one can potentially enter the Innate Realm.

True qi is the standard for testing cultivation and the key to judging a martial artist. Although martial artists in the Acquired Realm can grasp some aspects of force application, what they master is not true qi, but at most internal strength.

Internal strength is further divided into visible and hidden strength, and can be considered a type of qigong. Although it, like true qi, is an intangible and invisible gas, there is a fundamental difference between them.

In other words, the difference between the two is like that between an unpurified river and pure water that has undergone a series of processes; both are water, but their purity is vastly different. Internal energy cultivation techniques are like the tools for purifying the river water; only through them can internal strength be transformed into true qi!

Therefore, to reach the Innate Realm, one must have specialized internal energy cultivation techniques to assist in the process. Different internal cultivation methods have different energy flow paths, resulting in varying power, effects, and explosive force. This is precisely why there are differences between different schools and styles of martial arts.

To cultivate internal energy into true qi using internal cultivation methods, one must reach a certain level. As the understanding of the method deepens, the martial arts realm also rises accordingly.

However, until this moment, although Yang Fan had practiced the Nine Heavens Thunderclap Technique for a full eighteen years, he had not truly mastered it. The problem is, without mastering the Nine Heavens Thunderclap Technique, he had somehow inexplicably raised his cultivation to the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing Realm!

This is the most unbelievable aspect. Now, Yang Fan hadn't even figured out this problem, yet the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique had unexpectedly broken through. And to make matters worse, his cultivation level shot up to the first level of Qi Movement, skipping six realms...

Yang Fan realized that, until now, all he knew about the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique was its name and that it was a technique left to him by his parents. Everything else was completely unknown to him. He only learned how to break through the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique just moments before.

He discovered that the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique was far more complex than he had imagined, and it was precisely because of it that he developed an interest in his parents for the first time.

Perhaps it was teenage rebellion, or perhaps it was because his parents hadn't seen each other for eighteen years, but Yang Fan felt a deep-seated resistance towards them. It wasn't exactly resentment, but at the very least, he felt no emotion towards his parents—no love, no hate—as if they were completely unrelated people.

But now, because of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, he felt a pang of longing for his parents. For the first time, he wanted to try and investigate their true identities and why they possessed such an extraordinary cultivation method as the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique.

Conversely, Yang Fan wasn't too surprised by his own improvement in strength. Although it was all inexplicable, he wasn't one to dwell on things. Besides, no matter how his strength improved, it was a good thing. Since it was a good thing, why insist on getting to the bottom of it? Even if he found the reason, what use would it be?

Thinking this way, Yang Fan felt a sense of enlightenment. Putting aside his various thoughts, he turned his gaze back to Lei Laohu. It seemed a real pity to kill such a powerful expert like this...

Chapter 111 [Dragon Mark Reappears]

"Kill? Or not?"

Yang Fan's mind raced as his gaze lingered on Lei Laohu's face.

Killing him would be a waste; experts at the Qi Movement Realm aren't commonplace. Keeping them by his side would be a huge asset.

Especially with the Thugs' Club about to open, although he has Eisen, a black boxing expert, to back him up, and he's also called over Little Knife and the others—with Eisen's abilities, he believes they'll soon become formidable fighters—they're only good against ordinary forces. Against true masters, they're insufficient.

As for Lei Laohu, Yang Fan believes there aren't many in the world who can truly surpass him. If he could subdue him, the Thugs' Club would be no problem at all.

However, every master has their pride, especially Lei Laohu, the proud king of beasts. Is it possible to make him submit?

Yang Fan was caught in a dilemma: he admired Lei Laohu's talent, but feared he couldn't control this wild tiger. Just as he was at a loss, he suddenly remembered something.

The Immovable King Mantra! One of the four great mantras of the Immovable Mantra, possessing the power to subdue demons and liberate all things. Could this mantra be used to subdue the Thunder Tiger?

Thinking this, Yang Fan immediately had an idea!

"Thunder Tiger, I'll give you two choices: one, submit to me; two, let me kill you with one sword. Now, make your choice!"

Secretly activating the Immovable King Mantra, Yang Fan infused the Immovable King Mantra into his spiritual power. As he spoke to the Thunder Tiger, the power of the Immovable King Mantra began to activate.

The instant Yang Fan activated the Immovable King Mantra, a look of astonishment appeared on the exquisite face of the little nun not far away. As a Buddhist disciple, how could she not sense the profound mystery behind Yang Fan's seemingly ordinary words?

She simply couldn't understand how this murderous demon king, who had fallen into the demonic path, possessed so many Buddhist secret techniques. Although she didn't know exactly which Buddhist technique Yang Fan was using, she could still discern that it was indeed a genuine Buddhist technique, its profound mysteries far surpassing even the ultimate Buddhist arts of the Western Chan School.

Conversely, Lei Laohu, under Yang Fan's mental attack, couldn't help but show a hint of confusion on his face; this was precisely because Yang Fan's Immovable King Mantra was taking effect. The Immovable

King Mantra is a supreme mantra used to subdue demons and convert them to Buddhism. In mythology, the eight guardian dragons of the Western Paradise were demons converted by powerful Buddhist figures, turning them into guardian deities of Buddhism.

In fact, the Immovable King Mantra is an attack method primarily based on mental power. Unbeknownst to the target, it imprints a mental mark on their soul. With this mental mark, one can completely control the target, and even sense their thoughts instantly.

The most amazing thing is that anyone who is subdued by the Fudo Myo-o's Demon-Subduing Curse will unconditionally obey the person who converts them. Unless the other party completely removes the curse, they will not be able to have the slightest thought of resistance.

However, while the Immovable King Mantra is powerful, it requires extremely strong mental strength to control, and the mental strength of the person being converted must be lower than that of the caster. Otherwise, not only will the conversion fail, but there is even a risk of being attacked by the other party.

Fortunately, Yang Fan had successively obtained two supreme Buddhist techniques that enhance mental strength: the Immovable King Mantra and the Vajrasattva Heart Mantra. In addition, his cultivation suddenly exploded into the Qi Movement stage, and his mental strength also increased significantly.

On the other hand, although Lei Laohu's physical body was extremely strong and his cultivation was also good, his mental strength was not excessively strong. In addition, he had just used his innate skill, and at this moment he was in a weak period. All these factors combined greatly increased Yang Fan's chances of converting him.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Fan activated the Immovable King Mantra, Lei Laohu's state began to become somewhat erratic, and his originally murderous eyes began to become peaceful.

However, just as Yang Fan thought that Lei Laohu would be converted by him, a few struggles suddenly flashed across Lei Laohu's previously bewildered face. Then, it suddenly roared to the sky, and at the same time, a unique kingly aura surged from its body, instantly disrupting Yang Fan's Immovable King Demon-Subduing Mantra.

"Bastard, you actually want to convert me? You despicable human, do you think you can make me, Lei Laohu, submit just because you're stronger than me? Dream on!"

With an angry roar, Lei Laohu slapped away Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword and charged at Yang Fan with bloodshot eyes, seemingly ready to fight to the death!

Demonic beasts have their own dignity, especially one like Lei Laohu, who is the king of beasts. With his status among the demon race, how could he possibly become someone else's subordinate? Especially not a human who is their sworn enemy?

Yang Fan's actions undoubtedly ignited Lei Laohu's fury. It was his unique kingly dignity that allowed him to resist Yang Fan's spiritual indoctrination at the last moment.

Spiritual power and willpower are actually interconnected; under certain circumstances, willpower can be converted into spiritual power. The strength of willpower is closely related to one's living environment.

A person who lives in harsh conditions year-round will undoubtedly have far greater willpower than someone raised in a sheltered environment. Similarly, someone who can still face life with a smile even in harsh conditions will certainly have a stronger mental outlook.

Lei Laohu lived in a place where all kinds of beasts gathered. While the competition among animals wasn't as complex or tortuous as that among humans, it was bloody, more violent, and more direct. The only way to survive in such an environment was to fight and fight again! Therefore, the willpower of demonic beasts is generally not weak.

Especially for someone like Lei Laohu, besides facing various crises from nature, he also had to ensure his position remained unshaken. To maintain his position, he had to cultivate relentlessly. This naturally made his willpower extremely strong.

Because he didn't understand the methods of cultivating mental power, Lei Laohu's mental power was indeed not very good. However, when faced with a severe crisis, his indomitable willpower instantly transformed into powerful mental power, actually managing to interrupt Yang Fan's Immovable King Subduing Demon Mantra.

This was a battle at the mental level. Although Yang Fan was caught off guard, he didn't gain any advantage. On the contrary, during Lei Laohu's final counterattack, he was even slightly affected by the backlash of mental power, causing his mind to momentarily go mad.

However, misfortune never comes singly. In that instant of Yang Fan's mental lapse, the dragon soul suppressed by the Buddha's relic suddenly launched a counterattack.

Now, Yang Fan was besieged from both inside and outside. He had to face Lei Laohu's deadly counterattack as well as the sudden attack from the dragon soul. His situation was extremely precarious.

Yang Fan's once deep, starry eyes were instantly replaced by blood red. His blood-stained shirt burst open with a bang, revealing crimson dragon patterns. The dragon patterns on his body seemed to come alive instantly.

A soaring crimson light erupted from Yang Fan's body. Although it wasn't as spectacular as when the pagoda appeared, it was still incredibly powerful!

In particular, the crimson light emanating from Yang Fan contained a chilling killing intent that made one's soul tremble. It not only made people feel as if they were in an ice cellar, but also left them with no sense of security. It seemed that in that instant, their lives no longer belonged to them, and they could lose their lives at any moment!

Bang! However, the moment the crimson light emanated from Yang Fan's body, Lei Laohu, who had been charging towards him, suddenly stopped and knelt down on the spot. The next moment, he transformed into his true form.

However, this time, it wasn't a voluntary transformation, but rather an involuntary one. The instant Yang Fan's blood-red light surged into the sky, a pressure originating from his very soul suddenly appeared within him, causing him to involuntarily feel a sense of submission and worship. He involuntarily knelt down and manifested his true form.

Just a moment ago, he had sworn to submit to the death, but now he was like a docile kitten, crawling on the ground trembling. His eyes, looking at Yang Fan, were filled with indescribable terror. His huge tiger mouth trembled incessantly as he muttered intermittently, "Demon... Demon Emperor... Demon Emperor!"

On the other side, the little nun was equally surprised when she saw the sudden surge of blood-red light from Yang Fan's body and the blood-red dragon patterns on his body. She seemed to remember something, looking at Yang Fan with disbelief. However, she wasn't looking at Yang Fan himself, but rather at the blood-red dragon patterns on his body, her gaze fixed, as if trying to see right through him.

The crimson light came quickly and went even faster. Just when Yang Fan thought another soul battle was about to begin, the soul within him fell into slumber once more, and he regained his clarity.

If his shirt hadn't been missing, Yang Fan would have even doubted whether what he had just witnessed was real. The dragon soul's counterattack had never appeared and retreated so unexpectedly. Its appearance seemed merely to assert its identity.

In that instant, Yang Fan even sensed the dragon soul's emotions—anger, the anger expressed when one's dignity had been severely challenged. Yang Fan even felt that its appearance was simply to demonstrate its power to the one who had provoked it, nothing more!

Chapter 112 [Tiger Submits]

Yang Fan was filled with doubt, not understanding what the dragon soul meant. But when he opened his eyes, he found the Thunder Tiger in its true form, "obediently" lying before him, its body trembling, not even daring to look him in the eye.

"What...what's going on now?"

In the instant the dragon soul interfered, Yang Fan's consciousness was temporarily sealed off, so he was unaware of what had just happened.

Not only this time, but every time the dragon soul activated, his consciousness would be temporarily sealed off. Therefore, each time it activated, he would choose a secluded place to silently endure the process...

That's why, seeing Lei Laohu suddenly kneeling before him, Yang Fan was curious about what had just occurred.

Seemingly sensing Yang Fan's gaze, Lei Laohu trembled and whispered, "Your Majesty, Lei Laohu of the Thunderwing Tiger Clan awaits Your Majesty's command!"

"Your Majesty?"

Yang Fan was stunned again. He hadn't been able to completely subdue him even with the Immovable King's Demon-Subduing Mantra, so how could he suddenly call himself king?

However, Lei Laohu's expression was so sincere, it didn't seem fake. A person may lie, may deceive, but the eyes do not lie.

The eyes are the windows to the soul; through the eyes, one can clearly see a person's true thoughts. If Lei Laohu was only feigning surrender because he feared Yang Fan's strength, then Yang Fan couldn't be fooled. Moreover, given Lei Laohu's temperament, even if he were to die in battle, he wouldn't resort to such underhanded tactics to escape.

"Why do you call me King?"

Confused, Yang Fan could only ask.

"King, you don't know? You..."

Lei Laohu's words trailed off, but he suddenly remembered the blood-red dragon soul from before. The thought of the dragon pattern sent a chill down his spine, and he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk, don't force me!"

Yang Fan's eyesight was exceptional; how could Lei Laohu's momentary fear escape his notice?

In an instant, he knew that there was no chance of getting the truth out of Lei Laohu by force. The only way was to approach him indirectly and slowly extract information. Since Lei Laohu seemed sincere and willing to cooperate, there was no fear of not having a chance to get information out of him...

With this in mind, Yang Fan simply stopped asking.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Lei Laohu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since the king didn't know his identity, it must be too early for him to find out. If he were to blurt it out, he would be revealing a secret, and he might not even know how he died.

Therefore, Lei Laohu had made up his mind that unless the king himself knew his identity, he wouldn't utter a single word, even if it meant death!

Yang Fan didn't know that after years of navigating the martial world and never misjudging people, he had completely misjudged him today. For a long time afterward, he tried almost every method to get information out of Lei Laohu, but this seemingly honest fellow remained completely unmoved.

No matter what methods he used—wealth, beauty, power, status, even threats and bribes—he couldn't extract a single useful piece of information!

This made him sigh, "This Thunder Tiger truly lives up to its title as the King of Beasts; it indeed possesses the noble character unique to a king...

" "Your Majesty, that pagoda is a treasure! Please put it away quickly, and don't let anyone discover it!"

Just as Yang Fan was thinking about how to get information out of Thunder Tiger, the other's voice quietly reached his ears.

"Oh?"

Hearing the other's telepathic message, Yang Fan was slightly taken aback,

and his gaze involuntarily shifted to the pagoda that had suddenly appeared in the desolate garden. Yang Fan knew that weapons were divided into five categories: mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, magical weapons, and divine weapons. Mortal weapons were the weapons used by ordinary martial artists. Although their sharpness or power varied due to different materials, they were still at the mortal weapon level.

Spiritual weapons, as the name suggests, were weapons possessing a soul. A spiritual weapon possessed a soul in two ways: firstly, the forger sacrificed themselves to the weapon during forging, or forcibly sealed a powerful soul within it, becoming the weapon's spirit.

Another method involves the evolution of ordinary weapons. When a weapon spends too much time with its master, a mysterious connection gradually forms between them. Under certain special circumstances, such as the weapon absorbing too much blood, or other factors, a new soul is created—this soul is the weapon spirit. However, the

compatibility of a weapon spirit sealed within a weapon is not as high as that of a weapon spirit born with its master, resulting in a difference in its power. Regardless, any weapon possessing its own soul can be called a spiritual weapon. However,

the soul of a spiritual weapon is very weak, lacking any self-awareness, and can only issue simple commands to its master. Its greatest advantage is its ability to merge with its master, unleashing immense power.

Above spiritual weapons are treasure weapons. Treasure weapons are created when the soul of a spiritual weapon reaches a certain level, even capable of self-thinking.

Compared to spiritual weapons, treasure weapons possess completely independent self-awareness; when their master is in danger, they can even protect and save them. Its power is far greater than that of a spiritual weapon.

As for magical artifacts, they are even more powerful. The artifact spirit can even control the artifact to fly, attack targets, and so on, although it cannot detach itself from the artifact.

However, magical artifacts are already legendary existences. At least so far, Yang Fan has never heard of anyone possessing a magical artifact. Even treasure artifacts are extremely rare.

For ordinary cultivators, possessing even one spiritual artifact is a remarkable achievement. Take Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword, for example; it falls into the category of spiritual artifacts, but its artifact spirit is self-generated. Therefore, its compatibility with him is extremely high.

Above magical artifacts are divine artifacts. Divine artifacts are entirely mythical existences. In legends, divine artifacts are no different from ordinary humans. They can transform into any form, fly, and escape from the earth, are omnipotent, and can even be cultivated!

Divine artifacts have completely transcended the realm of artifacts and become true gods!

Yang Fan has only read about divine artifacts in some ancient books and has no idea whether they actually exist in this world.

In conclusion, ordinary weapons are the most common weapons possessed by people in the martial arts world, while spiritual weapons are the spiritual weapons possessed by cultivators. As for treasure weapons, they are probably only possessed by reclusive super sects. Magical weapons and divine weapons exist only in legends!

Therefore, when Yang Fan heard Lei Laohu say that the nine-story pagoda before him was actually a treasure weapon, he appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, a storm was brewing within him!

He didn't doubt the truthfulness of Lei Laohu's words because he knew that he had just been sucked into the pagoda by that inexplicable force, although he later escaped in a daze. But regardless, he had obtained the "Weapon" mantra from the Nine True Words within this pagoda, which alone was enough to demonstrate its extraordinary nature.

Moreover, this pagoda was related to the Blood Relic, and Yang Fan naturally wouldn't let it slip away right under his nose!

However, this nine-story pagoda, while not exactly a skyscraper, was undoubtedly a behemoth in Yang Fan's eyes. Even if he were to reach the Refining Spirit Realm, let alone the Qi Movement Realm, he probably wouldn't be able to budge such a massive "treasure"!

Even if this thing truly was a treasure, it would likely only be usable against enemies at the Transformation Realm. Otherwise, not only would he be unable to lift it, but even if he did manage to unleash it, he might end up crushing himself before even managing to throw it at an enemy!

Seemingly sensing Yang Fan's predicament, Lei Laohu whispered, "Your Majesty, although this treasure is currently quite large, once you communicate with its spirit and it successfully recognizes you as its master, you can completely control its size. Moreover, I have a feeling that this tower is no ordinary treasure; perhaps it hides some significant secret. Therefore, Your Majesty, you must possess it no matter what!"

Yang Fan's eyelids twitched slightly. He hadn't expected Lei Laohu, who looked like an iron tower, to have such keen observation skills, even discerning the tower's secret.

Although Yang Fan had already obtained the secret, he still felt a sense of admiration for Lei Laohu. Who said that tall, strong people are all brainless? Wasn't Lei Laohu an exception?

"It seems that my move to have him manage the thugs' club was the right one..."

While thinking about how to use Lei Laohu to do things for him, Yang Fan also turned his attention to the nine-story tower.

Now, he almost completely believed Lei Laohu's words. Since that was the case, he needed to find a way to gain the pagoda's spirit's approval first; otherwise, how could he possibly bring it under his control?

With this thought, Yang Fan instantly released his spiritual power, covering the entire pagoda.

Yang Fan's current spiritual power could completely cover the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, so finding the pagoda's spirit was naturally not difficult.

To Yang Fan's surprise, even after thoroughly searching every corner of the pagoda with his mental energy, he couldn't find its spirit.

"Could this not be a magical artifact?"

Just as this thought flashed through Yang Fan's mind, the pagoda, under the cover of his mental energy, suddenly moved…

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