[Fantasy] Super Ambiguous Relationship (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 113 [Pagoda Enters the Body]

Above the pagoda, the blood-red light that had previously emanated had long since vanished. The entire pagoda, hazy in the moonlight, was filled with a mysterious aura.

The pagoda was not tall, but it was certainly not short either. Standing in the desolate garden, it resembled a towering giant, giving people a sense of unwavering stability.

But now, the entire pagoda began to shake without warning, which greatly alarmed everyone present, causing them to retreat hastily, as if afraid that the pagoda would collapse and crush them.

However, while everyone was in a panic, there was one person who had not moved an inch from beginning to end. That person was Yang Fan. He seemed to be stunned, standing quietly at the edge of the pagoda, oblivious to the pagoda's shaking...

Yang Fan discovered that the moment his spiritual power completely covered the pagoda, he seemed to have established some inexplicable connection with it. It was as if the pagoda had become a part of his body, and that feeling of blood connection was so real.

At the same time, the entire pagoda rose into the air, and while flying in mid-air, it suddenly shrank rapidly, becoming no bigger than a palm in the blink of an eye.

The shrunken pagoda flew towards Yang Fan with a whoosh, and to everyone's astonishment, it pierced directly into Yang Fan's chest, disappearing completely in the next instant!

"Pfft!"

The moment the pagoda entered his body, Yang Fan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. However, at this moment, he had no mind to examine his physical condition and directly focused his spiritual energy into his body.

Yang Fan discovered that the entire pagoda had completely merged into his heart. The entire pagoda was exactly the same height and size as his heart, and the blood relic at the top of the pagoda also began to operate automatically.

Moreover, with each rotation of the blood relic, streams of pure life energy emanated from it, flowing through Yang Fan's heart and throughout his meridians.

In a single cycle, Yang Fan discovered that the internal injuries he had sustained from the Thunder Tiger had automatically healed. Furthermore, his meridians had been strengthened once more, both in width and strength.

He felt an immense surge of life energy within his blood. His mental state was better than ever before, and his injuries had miraculously and completely healed!

Yang Fan even suspected that if he were to lose an arm, it might instantly grow back, or at least heal instantly. He had a vague feeling that he was now like a powerful dragon imbued with immense life energy, impervious to ordinary injuries…

Originally, although Yang Fan had successfully broken through the first level of the Nine Heavens Thunder Cleansing Technique with the help of the lightning power within the Thunder Tiger's true energy, and his cultivation had reached the Qi Movement stage…

Lei Laohu's all-out attack, containing all his true energy and power, successfully helped Yang Fan recover, but the powerful destructive force also severely damaged his meridians, leaving him with serious injuries that were difficult to heal.

Although Yang Fan forcibly suppressed these injuries with his profound internal strength, it could not completely cure them. Yang Fan understood that as soon as he relaxed his mind, the injuries in his body would erupt fully, and he wouldn't be able to recover without resting for ten days to half a month.

But now, just a tremor from the relic above the pagoda was enough to completely heal his injuries, and his meridians were even strangely strengthened! If he hadn't experienced it himself, Yang Fan would never have believed it was real.

Only now did he understand the true power of the Blood Relic and the Nine-Character Mantra. Enhancing vitality, prolonging life, and restoring energy—this was not just empty talk!

Once again, Yang Fan personally experienced the supreme wonders of the Holy Buddha Relic and also felt the power of the Nine-Character Mantra. This further solidified his resolve to obtain the Nine Great Buddha Relics!

Among the Nine Great Buddha Relics, the Buddha Bone Relic strengthens bones, the Blood Relic strengthens essence and blood, and what about the other seven relics—the Flesh Relic, Hair Relic, Skull Relic, Buddha Finger Relic, etc.? What are their respective functions?

These nine relics are the nine most mysterious relics left behind by Buddha Shakyamuni after his passing. So, what will be the function of gathering all nine relics, besides obtaining the highest Buddhist techniques?

Judging from the current situation, its greatest function is to strengthen bodily functions. So, after gathering all nine Buddha Relics, will it strengthen the physical body to the same level as Shakyamuni?

The more Yang Fan understood the Buddha Relics, the more mysterious they seemed, and the more he wanted to completely unravel the mysteries within!

Yang Fan's process of collecting the pagoda was very fast, so fast that before anyone could react, the pagoda had completely disappeared. However, one thing was certain: they all saw that Yang Fan had taken the pagoda.

There's a saying that goes, "When the profit reaches 50%, many people will be tempted, but won't lose their reason; when the profit reaches 100%, many will become greedy, and reason will gradually fade; but if the profit reaches 200%, or even higher, countless people will go crazy and completely lose their reason."

And this was exactly the situation now. Although no one present knew the true function of the Buddha's relic, they all knew that Yang Fan had just obtained it. Putting aside

everything else, the mere mention of the name "Shakyamuni" was enough to drive countless people completely mad!

Just think, wouldn't something left behind by the Buddha be a valuable item? Although they didn't know the exact function of this "valuable item," it didn't mean they wouldn't be interested in the Buddha's relic. On the contrary, it was precisely because of its mystery that they were even more interested in it!

It's said that the more mysterious something is, the more precious it is; the rarer something is, the more valuable it is. And this Buddha's relic possessed both of these qualities.

So, even though they knew Yang Fan's strength was beyond their reach, many were still eager to try, even attempting to snatch food from the tiger's mouth using sheer numbers. Watching the crowd relentlessly closing in, Yang Fan frowned slightly. Lei Laohu, Yang Fan's newly acquired subordinate, was even more direct. He brandished his iron rod, glaring at the crowd. Though he didn't speak, his eyes told everyone that anyone who dared to take another step forward would face his wrath!

However, blinded by greed, the people ignored the powerful aura emanating from Lei Laohu, a master of the Qi Movement Realm. They even unleashed their full potential, their combined aura matching Lei Laohu's, resulting in a stalemate.

"Young brother, we've all come here tonight solely to see the true form of the Holy Buddha's relic. Since you've obtained it, why not do us a favor and share it with us, fulfilling our own desires? What do you say?"

A sinister voice suddenly rang out from the crowd. Yang Fan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pale-faced man, around forty years old, dressed in grey. Seeing his attire, Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

However, what truly caught Yang Fan's attention wasn't the man's appearance, but his words. From those one sentence alone, Yang Fan knew this man was far from ordinary.

His words, at first glance, seemed to represent everyone's stance, without explicitly stating his desire for the Holy Buddha's relic. But his words had subtly isolated Yang Fan, while he had gathered everyone present together, binding them to his own agenda.

If Yang Fan didn't hand over the Holy Buddha's relic, it would be tantamount to disrespecting everyone; but if he did, there would be no chance of taking it back.

In this situation, unless Yang Fan truly hands over the Holy Buddha Relic, he will likely have no choice but to fight a desperate battle to obtain it!

"Who are you?"

Although he had already made up his mind, Yang Fan asked calmly.

"I wouldn't dare, I am He Pingfeng, the master of Chengfeng Martial Arts School!"

the gray-clad man said, clasping his hands in a fist salute. Although his face was full of humility, Yang Fan could still sense a hint of smugness flashing across

his face as he introduced himself. Yang Fan played along perfectly, and upon hearing the man's introduction, he gave a light "Oh, so you are the master of Chengfeng Martial Arts School. I've long admired your name!"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"

Although he knew the other man was just being polite, He Pingfeng still looked smug. He thought that just being able to show his face in front of all the heroes of the world was enough for him to boast about for a while. But before his smile could completely disappear, Yang Fan's next words nearly made him vomit blood!

"Master of Chengfeng Martial Arts School, who do you think you are? What right do you have to point fingers at me?"

He Chengfeng's expression froze instantly. He never expected the other party to change his attitude so quickly and show him no respect whatsoever. He felt like he had swallowed a rat's dropping, extremely uncomfortable.

"You arrogant brat, when I was out in the world, you were probably still hiding somewhere suckling. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. How dare you insult me! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Hmph!"

Ignoring the other party's angry curses, Yang Fan snorted coldly. His Blood-Drinking Sword flashed, and a blood-red sword light instantly slashed towards the other party. Before He Pingfeng could react, the blood-red sword light had already entered his body. The next moment, his dantian was completely destroyed by Yang Fan.

"You...you're so vicious!"

He Pingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his abdomen and pointing at Yang Fan.

"Hmph, this is just to teach you a lesson. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just destroying your dantian!"

Completely unconcerned by the other's tone, Yang Fan said expressionlessly, as if he had just done something unrelated to himself.

Chapter 114 [Water Heart]

"Hiss!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, everyone present gasped. Destroying someone's dantian without a word—what a decisive and ruthless attitude!

For a martial artist, the dantian is even more important than their life. With their dantian destroyed, their cultivation is instantly ruined, and they can never practice martial arts again. Who could bear such a thing happening to a martial artist? In a sense, this is even more cruel than actually killing them! Everything that

just happened was too fast; no one could react in time. Who could have imagined that the two who were so polite just a moment ago would suddenly become enemies and even attack each other?

In fact, if it were anyone else, Yang Fan might not have acted so decisively. But when he heard the words "Chengfeng Martial Arts School," he could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart.

If he remembered correctly, what Lin Wan'er said was related to this Chengfeng Martial Arts School, and if nothing unexpected happened, He Pingfeng in front of him was the uncle Lin Wan'er mentioned!

It was precisely because of this that Yang Fan chose to act without hesitation. Moreover, if it weren't for his relationship with Lin Zhentian, he would have directly killed him, instead of simply crippling his dantian.

"Consider it getting some justice for my senior brother!"

He silently murmured to himself, ignoring He Pingfeng's hateful gaze, and instead turned his attention to the others, saying calmly, "Anyone else who wants to see the Holy Buddha Relic, just say it, and I will definitely satisfy them!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, countless people were speechless. How could this person be so shameless? Damn it, he attacked people the moment he arrived, and now he's threatening them with a sword, not to mention the even more terrifying Lei Laohu standing beside him. In this situation, who would be foolish enough to step forward? They'd

probably lose their lives before even seeing the Holy Buddha Relic! The Holy Buddha Relic is indeed alluring, but not to the point of risking their lives for it!

Therefore, after hearing Yang Fan's emotionless threat, those who had previously looked greedy timidly retreated.

Seeing the effect his sword strike had achieved, Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction. He didn't want to kill unless absolutely necessary, but if someone actively sought death, he wouldn't be polite. He wasn't some savior, but a killer with blood on his hands!

"Tiger, let's go!"

Ignoring the complex expressions in everyone's eyes, Yang Fan and Lei Laohu slowly disappeared from sight...

Yang Fan didn't stay at the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy because he knew that although these people were impressed by him, they were only outwardly compliant but inwardly resentful. If they knew about his relationship with the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy, they might cause trouble behind his back. He wasn't afraid, but it would bring unnecessary trouble to the academy.

Leaving now, even if it still caused trouble for the academy in the future, wouldn't be as bad as it was now. Therefore, leaving was his only option.

Instead of leaving through the main gate, Yang Fan and Lei Laohu soared into the air. Having reached the Qi Movement stage, he could stay in the air for a period of time by utilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Unlike before, when he could only make short jumps using his lightness skill.

The Qi Movement stage is a watershed moment in cultivation. Before Qi Movement, the focus is on tempering the physical body; after Qi Movement, the focus is on mastering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth—in other words, comprehending the Dao.

It can be said that before reaching the Qi Movement Realm, it's a process of accumulation. The human body itself is like a huge water tank. With cultivation, water is constantly poured into this tank, and it's continuously reinforced and deepened.

When the tank is full, there's no need to continue pouring water. Instead, the water in the tank needs to be used rationally before adding new water. The Qi Movement Realm is the process of rationally utilizing the water in a full tank.

His body moved rapidly through the air, feeling the cool breeze blowing in his face, and Yang Fan felt refreshed. Lei Laohu kept chasing after him. Although Yang Fan wasn't using his full strength, Lei Laohu was still struggling. This, in turn, made him more cooperative with Yang Fan's strength.

Yang Fan's plan was to first settle Lei Laohu at the hoodlum club, where he could look after the place and also train Eisen and the others. However, just as he was about to head towards the hoodlum club, he suddenly stopped. A short distance ahead, a young nun in a white robe stood in mid-air, blocking their path.

"Young nun, what is the meaning of this?"

Frowning slightly, Yang Fan hadn't expected the nun to block his way.

To be honest, he was quite curious about her. Her martial arts were exactly the same as his own sect's. Lei Laohu had mentioned that she seemed to be from the Western Chan Sect. Could this mean his master had some connection to the Western Chan Sect?

Because he wasn't sure about the relationship, Yang Fan maintained a relatively amiable attitude towards the nun. Otherwise, just the fact that she had suddenly blocked his way would have been enough reason for him to attack her.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I see your murderous aura is too strong. Would you be willing to let go of your obsession and return to the sect with me? I promise that once the murderous aura within you is dispelled, I will immediately send you back. Would you be willing to come with me?"

The young nun clasped her hands together, her face full of sincerity.

"What?"

Yang Fan was taken aback. He wasn't completely ignorant of Buddhism. This sounded like an invitation, but in reality, it was an attempt to convert him, just as he had converted Lei Laohu!

Everyone says fortune turns like a wheel, and Yang Fan hadn't believed it before, but now he had no choice but to. If it weren't for the young nun's earnest expression, he would have thought she was joking.

"Young nun, what is your Dharma name?"

Yang Fan asked.

"Amitabha, my Dharma name is Shuixin!"

the young nun replied earnestly, unaware of Yang Fan's intentions.

"Shuixin, that's a nice name!"

Yang Fan said, but inwardly he sighed. Such a beautiful young woman, not only young and lovely, but also graceful and alluring—wasn't it a waste for such a lovely person to become a nun?

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't speak but just stared at her blankly, the young nun felt a little displeased. However, she didn't show it at all. After chanting a Buddhist prayer, she continued to ask, "What do you think of the plan?"

Before Yang Fan could speak, Lei Laohu couldn't hold back any longer. He had been chased by this person for months, with fighting and stopping intermittently. He was also filled with resentment. Now, this was going too far, actually coming to cause trouble for his king.

At that moment, the anger that had been building up for months finally erupted. He shouted at the little nun, "Hey little girl, when will you ever stop? You've been chasing me for months, and now you're causing trouble for my master. Are you bored? Or have you taken a fancy to my master? Even though you're a little nun, you're not bad looking. You could be used to warm the bed!" "Benefactor Lei, you don't need to say such things to provoke me. Haven't you said similar things enough along the way? But don't worry, if I don't send you back to the demon realm, I won't go back either."

To his surprise, the little nun was completely unmoved by Lei's words, and her expression remained unchanged.

"Fine, I, Lei Laohu, rarely submit to anyone, but now I can't help but submit to you! The people of your Xichan Sect are all terrifying, one more terrifying than the next. Sigh, I was wondering why I'm so unlucky, running into someone from your Xichan Sect the moment I left the mountain!"

Lei Laohu shrugged, looking helpless. Their cultivation levels were similar, neither able to gain the upper hand. Therefore, the little nun's attempt to force him back was futile; on the contrary, he couldn't shake her off.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable having a little tail constantly following them, which was why Lei Laohu felt powerless and had no choice but to submit!

"The Demon Realm? The Xichan Sect?"

Yang Fan frowned subtly. Judging from the various signs of Lei Laohu and the little nun, they didn't seem to belong to this world, or at least they didn't live in the mortal realm.

Yang Fan vaguely suspected that all cultivators in the world gathered in one place, rarely appearing in the mortal realm. Otherwise, why had he encountered so few true cultivators until now?

Suddenly, Yang Fan realized how insignificant his understanding of this world was. He had always thought he knew enough, but tonight's experience seemed to have opened a mysterious door for him, giving him a completely new perspective on the world…

“Little nun, thank you for your kindness, but I don’t feel I have any obsessions, nor do I need to let go of anything. However, I am somewhat interested in the Western Zen Sect you mentioned, but I don’t have time to go right now. How about this, you tell me the location, and when I have time, I will personally visit your sect?”

With his mind preoccupied with his questions, Yang Fan didn’t want to get entangled with the little nun any longer. He didn’t sense any killing intent from her, so he didn’t want to fight her; he just needed to trick her away first.

“Okay!”

Yang Fan had only made up an excuse, but the little nun was surprisingly gullible, agreeing without even thinking.

However, before Yang Fan could rejoice, he was quite frightened by her next words.

The young nun pondered for a moment before continuing, "Since you don't have time, I won't force you. Anyway, I don't have anything else to do, so I'll stay with you for now. When you have time, you can come back to the Western Zen Sect with me!"

"..."

Yang Fan was speechless. Now he finally understood why Lei Laohu had such a helpless expression towards this young nun. This girl was a real-life Tang Sanzang, determined to talk the dead back to life!

Chapter 115 [One Thing Subdues Another]

At this moment, Yang Fan finally understood Lei Laohu's pain. Although Yang Fan didn't consider himself a romantic, he couldn't bring himself to scold a young nun, let alone fight her!

If it were a true mortal enemy, he could draw his sword without hesitation. But the problem was, this young nun had neither a grudge nor any resentment towards him, and she wasn't disliked at all.

Although she was a bit stubborn, she didn't seem to have done anything wrong, and her intentions were good, especially since they were for her own benefit!

They say you can't hit a smiling face, and the more the little nun acted this way, the more helpless Yang Fan felt. Moreover, she seemed determined to follow him no matter what; Yang Fan had practically worn out his words, but she simply said "Amitabha" and it was all she got away with…

Helpless, Yang Fan had no choice but to have a little tagalong following him around!

When the three arrived at the hoodlum club, Yang Fan was surprised to find Dongfang Lan there. Today, she wore a red and white striped short-sleeved top with black trim on the collar and cuffs, the exquisite cut making her look petite and delicate, the round neck revealing her beautiful collarbone.

Light blue mini shorts revealed her fair and slender legs, and a pair of simple and elegant red cloth shoes. On her left wrist was a series of small red circle bracelets, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

Her hair was loosely styled in a bun, and two silver hoop earrings adorned her snow-white earlobes. She wore only light makeup, with a touch of pale pink lip gloss on her lips. Her curled eyelashes fluttered, and her dark eyes shone with a bewitching light.

When Yang Fan saw her, she was directing a group of people renovating the club's facilities. Yang Fan then remembered that he hadn't contacted her since asking her to manage his hoodlum club. Who would have thought she would be so dedicated, putting her own work aside and working late into the night?

In an instant, a warm feeling welled up in Yang Fan's heart, and he secretly regretted his deliberate avoidance of her these past few days.

He had deliberately avoided her because he couldn't stand Dongfang Lan's occasional shocking remarks and constant physical advances, which only fueled his desire when he was aroused. To avoid being consumed by lust, Yang Fan could only avoid her at all costs!

Little did he expect that during this time of avoidance, she had been quietly working for him all along. Without anyone telling him, just looking at how this former paradise had been completely transformed in less than ten days, Yang Fan knew just how much effort Dongfang Lan had put into this matter!

She had to teach at Yanda University, manage her own Dongfang Lido, and now she was even taking time out of her schedule to handle the hoodlum club for him… Yang Fan realized that, without even noticing, he had actually neglected her so much!

“Oh! Little brother, you’re here! What, a surprise visit? Tsk tsk, handsome young man, you’ve become more and more like a big boss these past few days!”

Just as Yang Fan was inexplicably moved, Dongfang Lan’s sweet voice suddenly entered his ears.

“Little brother, what brings you here today? Did you want to sneak over to see if my secretary is doing a good job? How is it? I’m doing a decent job, aren’t I? Working for the boss so late!”

“…”

Well, this vixen was deliberately seducing him. Seeing Dongfang Lan's expression, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the classic saying, "When there's work, the secretary does it; when there's no work, the secretary does it."

"Come in quickly, are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Just as Yang Fan was lost in his fantasies, Dongfang Lan's teasing voice rang out again.

"..."

Although Yang Fan did have a fleeting thought of running away, after hearing Dongfang Lan's last words, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Otherwise, it would seem like he was genuinely afraid of her!

"Hey, little brother, where did you find this little sister? Tsk tsk, she's even a little nun! You have quite the unique taste!"

"Come here, little sister, let me see if this pervert has taken advantage of you!"

"Wow, little sister, your skin is so beautiful, fair and smooth! What brand of cosmetics do you use? How do you maintain such good skin?"

"By the way, little sister, how old are you? How did this guy manage to seduce you? Did this little pervert do anything to you? Did he climb into your bed in the middle of the night?"

"..."

As soon as she entered, Dongfang Lan gave up teasing Yang Fan because she noticed the little nun Shuixin behind him. Seeing her, she acted as if she'd seen a beloved toy, running directly to her side and taking her arm, acting completely at ease.

The little nun could remain unmoved by Lei Laohu's foul language and unfazed by Yang Fan's earnest advice, but faced with Dongfang Lan's barrage of questions, she seemed somewhat at a loss!

She had probably never experienced anything like this before. Not only her, but even Yang Fan could only run away from Dongfang Lan, let alone the little nun who only knew how to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures.

At this moment, she felt the same painful experience Yang Fan and Lei Laohu had gone through. Faced with the kind-hearted Dongfang Lan, she couldn't refuse his kindness, and she certainly couldn't use her special abilities on an ordinary person.

Helpless, she could only be like a runaway girl, rendered speechless by Dongfang Lan's kindness…

"The wheel of fortune turns!"

Seeing the little nun's current state, Yang Fan and Lei Laohu exchanged a glance, both seeing schadenfreude in each other's eyes.

As the ancients said, a toad subdues a monster; one thing subdues another. Only an evil person can defeat an evil person! Having finally gotten rid of the little tail, Yang Fan quickly led Lei Laohu towards the underground boxing ring that had previously been near the club.

This underground boxing ring had now become the training ground for Eisen and Xiao Dao's group. Even from a distance, Yang Fan could hear the sounds of training coming from inside, as well as Eisen's stern reprimands.

Yang Fan didn't rush in, but stood outside watching Eisen train Xiao Dao and the other six. They were all shirtless, divided into three groups of two, sparring under Eisen's supervision.

Eisen, true to his underground boxing background, was ruthless to himself and others, and even more so to those he trained! Under his brutal training methods, each of Xiao Dao's six men was covered in wounds. Some were old, scabbed wounds, while others were still bleeding.

However, it must be said that under his almost demonic training methods, the growth rate of Xiao Dao and the others was astonishing. Yang Fan noticed that the six men's physical standards had reached that of ordinary special forces soldiers; they could easily defeat three or five burly men.

In less than ten days, they had achieved such results, demonstrating that they hadn't been lazy in their training. Furthermore, Yang Fan noticed that Xiao Dao and the others had not only significantly increased their strength, but also made great progress in practical combat experience and fighting techniques.

While cultivation isn't something that can be accomplished overnight, having a master to guide you is a completely different matter. Although Xiao Dao and his group were previously just a bunch of petty thugs who only knew how to fight and collect protection money, their physical fitness was quite good, indicating they exercised regularly and weren't lazy. This was precisely why Yang Fan valued them.

Xiao Dao and the others certainly had good talent, but if they didn't work hard, Yang Fan wouldn't have spent too much effort on them. He wasn't a saint, nor was he some kind of benevolent savior. Opportunity always favors the prepared.

Even someone with exceptional innate talent will ultimately become just another face in the crowd if they don't work hard, living a muddled and aimless life.

True genius is one percent talent and ninety-nine percent perspiration. No pain, no gain; hard work is far more important than innate talent.

In fact, sending Xiao Dao and the other six to find Eisen was also a test. If they could persevere, he would mentor them. Conversely, if they couldn't, they would return to their old lives.

Although Yang Fan hadn't come here beforehand, he had informed Eisen, instructing him to deliberately increase the training difficulty. Fortunately, they hadn't disappointed Yang Fan; at least until now, they were still persevering!

Looking at the six sweating profusely, Yang Fan seemed to see his former self in them. Although their ages weren't far apart, the things he had experienced were far beyond what most people could imagine.

Because at the age of four, he began trekking twenty kilometers through the desert every day; at eight, he began fighting desert wolves alone; at ten, he began venturing into the desert alone; at twelve, he began traveling far from home, beginning his career as an assassin…

In just eighteen years, he had endured countless hardships, even he himself didn't know; he had long since lost count of how many times he had teetered on the brink of death!

Seeing the six men training so desperately, Yang Fan knew that he had made the right move. Putting aside everything else, just based on their current relentless enthusiasm for training, he believed that it wouldn't be long before their strength would undergo a dramatic transformation!

Perhaps even Yang Fan hadn't expected that, many years later, when the Gangster Club was spread all over the world, the names of the Gangster Club's Six Great Generals would also resound throughout the world, and the names of Mad Tiger and Black Bear, the two guardian Vajras, would become the nightmares of countless people in the middle of the night…

Chapter 116 [The Feeling of Home]

Yang Fan didn't want to interfere with the training of the six men, so after introducing Lei Laohu to them, Yang Fan found an excuse to leave.

With Lei Laohu's addition, the strength of the hoodlum club undoubtedly increased several times over. Although Aisen could teach the six members of Little Knife many fighting techniques, his own strength was limited; he had never even touched things like true qi.

Therefore, when Yang Fan introduced Lei Laohu to him, this underground boxing expert, who had spent most of his life in the underground scene, immediately knelt down, wanting to perform the formal apprenticeship ceremony!

Yang Fan was both amused and exasperated, but he completely understood his behavior. As a martial artist, the pursuit of great power is undoubtedly every martial artist's dream, and Aisen was no exception. Especially for someone like him who often teetered on the edge of life and death, he understood the importance of strength even more.

That's why he reacted so strongly. When Lei Laohu told him that Yang Fan had asked him to teach him, Aisen's gratitude towards Yang Fan increased to an indescribable level. Not only him, but even the six members of Little Knife were incredibly excited when they heard they could train with him.

They naturally knew that Yang Fan was a legendary martial arts master, and they both admired and envied his strength. Now that they have the opportunity to cultivate, and even the chance to become legendary martial arts masters, how could they not be excited?

Although Lei Laohu is a demon beast, the cultivation technique he practices is equally suitable for humans. In fact, the techniques themselves are no different except for their power. Therefore, humans can practice demon techniques, and demons can practice human techniques.

The technique Lei Laohu practices is called the Raging Thunder Technique, a secret skill passed down only within his demon clan. Interestingly, the Raging Thunder Technique shares some similarities with Yang Fan's Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique, as both are thunder-attribute techniques.

Lightning is always associated with masculinity, dominance, and destruction; therefore, like the Nine Heavens Vast Thunder Technique, the Raging Thunder Technique is not only incredibly powerful but also possesses explosive force, even allowing for combat across different levels.

The reason Lei Laohu, with only a first-level Qi Movement cultivation, could fight Shui Xin, a nun with a third-level Qi Movement cultivation, to a standstill, besides his inherent physical constitution, was the domineering attack power of the Raging Thunder Technique!

However, the domineering nature of the Thunderclap Technique wasn't apparent during the battle with Yang Fan. On the contrary, the very reason for the Thunderclap Technique's effect was to help Yang Fan take his first step in cultivating the Nine Heavens Thunderclap Technique!

After dealing with the Thunder Tiger issue, Yang Fan secretly escaped the thugs' club. This was partly due to Dongfang Lan, but mostly because of Shui Xin. He couldn't guarantee whether Dongfang Lan could handle the troublesome little nun Shui Xin. If she couldn't, going there would be like jumping into a fire pit.

However, Yang Fan hadn't gone far from the thugs' club when his phone rang. He opened it to find it was Dongfang Lan calling. After inwardly sighing at the vixen's cunning, Yang Fan had no choice but to answer.

"Little brother, that's not fair! Your sister is helping you take care of your little lover, and you just pack up and run away! Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

As soon as the call connected, Dongfang Lan's alluring voice, which stirred the imagination, came through.

With a wry smile, Yang Fan had no intention of continuing to argue with Dongfang Lan. He could only force a smile and say, "Good sister, please help me. That little nun is one of my rivals. I'm stuck with her tonight and can't get away. But she's not a bad person. I can only ask you for help!"

"Oh? Is that so? Not your little lover you abandoned?"

Dongfang Lan clearly didn't believe Yang Fan's explanation.

"How could that be? Even if I were desperate, I wouldn't go looking for a little nun. If I were to go looking for one, it would be someone as beautiful, mature, and sexy as you, sister!"

At this point, Yang Fan could only start flattering Dongfang Lan. "So you mean I'm not even as good as a nun?"

"No way, absolutely not. I was just praising you for being beautiful and sexy, sister!"

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine. He even began to wonder if there was something wrong with Dongfang Lan's brain. How could she interpret it that way? But he absolutely couldn't say that.

Dongfang Lan giggled, "Hehe, you've got a sweet tongue. Alright, I'll keep an eye on your little lover for now. But you have to promise me one thing!"

"Don't even mention one thing, I'd agree to a hundred!"

At this point, Yang Fan couldn't bother arguing about the little nun's identity anymore.

"Don't rush to agree, little brother. Let me tell you, a man shouldn't easily make promises to a woman, much less easily agree to someone's conditions. What if he can't keep them? A man can't easily break his promises!"

"But don't worry, I don't have any demands. How about this, come to my place tomorrow afternoon. You've already slept with me for a night, you should know the address, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Yang Fan answered, wiping away cold sweat. What did she mean by "slept with me for a night"? That sounded so inappropriate.

And, he only said one sentence, yet she said so much. He really admired what was going on in her head. It's said that women with big breasts aren't very bright, but this Eastern enchantress, not only is her chest large, but her mind is just as unpredictable...

Finally hanging up the phone, Yang Fan was relieved to be free from his torment. While the little nun Shui Xin was troublesome, she wasn't nearly as dangerous as Dongfang Lan. One was mental torture, the other a double torment of mind and body!

Instead of returning to Tianwei Martial Arts School, Yang Fan went back to Shen Ruoxi's residence. He hadn't been back for a week, and Yang Fan had spent the whole way thinking about what excuse he could give Shen Ruoxi.

However, to his surprise, Shen Ruoxi wasn't home. Thinking about it, such a big incident at Tianwei Martial Arts School had alarmed the entire city of Yanjing; as the police chief, she was probably busy calming the public.

Exhausted after a night's work, although his cultivation had increased considerably, Yang Fan still felt extremely tired. He took a cold shower in the bathroom and fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.

Yang Fan slept soundly until dawn. He didn't have classes that morning, so he didn't need to get up too early. He didn't return from his slumber until around ten o'clock.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Yang Fan noticed a large amount of breakfast food had appeared on the table in front of the sofa—his favorite dishes.

"Ruoxi is back?"

Seeing the breakfast, Yang Fan's first thought was that Shen Ruoxi had returned. But after searching the entire room, he couldn't find her.

Touching the breakfast, which had cooled down considerably, Yang Fan knew that even if Shen

Ruoxi had returned, she was probably already gone. Yang Fan hadn't expected to sleep so soundly; it was the first time in years he'd slept so long and so peacefully, without even knowing when Shen Ruoxi had returned or left.

This was unbelievable for Yang Fan, a former assassin. A qualified assassin needed to be constantly vigilant, even in sleep, maintaining a degree of alertness. Yet he slept so soundly.

Putting aside his identity as an assassin, his cultivation level at the Qi Movement Realm shouldn't have allowed him to sleep so deeply. But he slept so soundly, so peacefully!

Yang Fan knew that this was because he had completely let down his guard.

Only someone who believes they are in an absolutely safe place would completely relax their vigilance and enjoy the sweetness of a dream without restraint.

Why was this? Yang Fan didn't know. He only knew that subconsciously, he believed this place was safe. Here, he could feel a unique sensation, and it was this unique sensation that allowed him to completely relax!

What kind of sensation was it? Yang Fan wasn't quite sure, but he vaguely felt the warmth of home, the safety of home, the tranquility of home!

Yes, it was the feeling of home, and it was this feeling of home that allowed him to completely relax and sleep so peacefully!

Whether human or animal, only when they return to their true home can they completely relax, peacefully do whatever they want without any burden.

Suddenly, Yang Fan found himself starting to like this feeling and getting used to this life. He didn't know when he started feeling this way, but he knew that without realizing it, he had become accustomed to having Shen Ruoxi in his life, and accustomed to seeing that familiar figure every morning when he woke up.

That's why, the moment he woke up, his first thought was that Ruoxi was back, and when he discovered she had left, a sense of loss involuntarily rose in his heart.

Because without realizing it, he had completely integrated into this environment and had become accustomed to the other person's presence. Even more unconsciously, he had begun to care about her every move, getting used to her joy and tears…

After washing up, Yang Fan immediately launched an offensive on the breakfast, ignoring the fact that it had long since gone cold. On the contrary, he found that today's breakfast was more delicious than ever before, and he ate it more comfortably than ever before…

Chapter 117 [The Girl Next Door]

Just after finishing breakfast, Yang Fan's phone rang. Looking in his pocket, he saw it was Dongfang Lan's number.

"This is really not a peaceful place!"

he muttered to himself, answering the call with a touch of helplessness.

Sure enough, as soon as the call connected, Dongfang Lan's irresistibly charming voice came through: "Little brother, I've missed you so much! Don't you miss me?"

Yang Fan chuckled wryly. How could he not know why she was calling him? She was just being a little too impatient. It was only ten o'clock; what could she possibly want him to come to her place for?

His mind filled with questions, Yang Fan said weakly, "Hey, big sister, can't you talk normally for once?"

"Now you think I'm not normal? When you kissed me the other day, why weren't you normal?"

"It seems like you were the one who initiated it, okay? Mmm, that was my first kiss..."

But Yang Fan naturally couldn't say that aloud.

"You heartless bastard! She's all yours now, what? You think you can just walk away after you've had your fill? Believe me or not, I'll kick your little lover out right now!"

"Big sister, I'm scared! Okay, okay, I'll be right there, alright! But big sister, what's the rush for you?" "

Actually, it's nothing much, I just missed you… is that alright?"

"…"

"Hehe, I'm not teasing you anymore. Come on over right now. I have something very important I need your help with. Also, a very, very beautiful woman wants to see you, and you know her too!"

"I know her? Who is she?"

"You'll find out when I get here. I'll tell you secretly, there will definitely be a surprise! If you don't come, you'll definitely regret it. That's it, bye-bye, come on, um… a kiss!" "

…"

After hanging up Dongfang Lan's call, Yang Fan was speechless. This heartless vixen, if she could speak normally, she would definitely be a heartthrob. But then again, if she were normal, would she still be considered a vixen?

However, Yang Fan was genuinely curious about the beautiful woman Dongfang Lan mentioned wanting to see him. Of course, the beauty was secondary; the main thing was that Dongfang Lan said she knew her. Who could this woman be, someone who was both beautiful and knew him?

Unable to guess, Yang Fan didn't bother to. He'd find out soon enough. After quickly tidying his desk, he prepared to head towards Dongfang Lan's place.

Just as he stepped out the door, Yang Fan saw the door next door close. Glancing over with slight curiosity, he saw a familiar back view.

In the blur, he seemed to see a face that even women would fall in love with. Regardless of appearance, the serene aura emanating from within was enough to make countless people feel inferior.

Graceful and elegant, tranquil yet melancholic! In that instant, this figure was forever etched into Yang Fan's heart. He knew he would never forget it. Moreover, he felt he had seen this figure somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it!

Shaking his head, Yang Fan tried to shake off the thoughts in the sea. Looking at the closed door, he vaguely remembered that his neighbor was the mature and beautiful woman named Tang Wan, whom he had met twice before…

Arriving at Dongfang Lan's residence by taxi, Yang Fan had barely rang the doorbell when Dongfang Lan opened the door.

Today, Dongfang Lan was wearing loose and elegant home clothes. Her hair was loosely tied up, her expression languid, and every movement revealed a gentle intellect. Combined with the way she opened the door, she looked like a charming and sweet wife waiting for her husband to come home from work, giving people a warm and refreshing haven.

Unfortunately, the moment she opened her mouth, she completely shattered the beautiful feeling in Yang Fan's heart: "Little brother, you're here!"

Rolling his eyelids, Yang Fan wanted nothing more than to pin this woman to the ground and fuck her countless times. The feelings he had painstakingly accumulated in his heart were all destroyed by her!

"What do you need me for?"

Yang Fan asked weakly.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"What?"

"I missed you!"

Dongfang Lan stared at Yang Fan with her large, lustful eyes, grinning as she spoke.

This woman's ability to change her expression was far superior to the face-changing techniques in Sichuan opera. Yang Fan knew she could convincingly portray either a human or a ghost. When she was ladylike, she could make you feel like a college student untouched by the corrupting influences of society; but when she was wanton, she could make you think of her as a sexy and generous socialite. She

could be innocent, she could be wanton, she could put on a stern face like an ice queen, or she could lower herself and transform into a sexy and alluring beauty!

So, anyone who believed her would end up being sold to Africa as a laborer without even knowing how. Based on his understanding of her, Yang Fan was not affected by her. While changing his shoes at the door, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Sigh, you heartless woman, you don't believe me even when I tell the truth!"

Dongfang Lan sighed, as if Yang Fan's words had greatly disappointed her.

"If you believed everything I said, pigs would fly!"

Yang Fan muttered to himself, then asked, "Alright, I give up. Didn't you say you needed my help? What is it? Tell me first, and I'll see if I can help!"

"Don't rush, you should meet that very important person first. Speaking of which, I asked you for help because of her!"

"Who is it?"

Dongfang Lan glanced at the bathroom and whispered in Yang Fan's ear, "Wait a little longer, and you'll soon be able to enjoy a beautiful woman emerging from the bath!"

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is it?"

"You'll know when she comes out."

"Do I know her?"

"Of course, you little pervert, you even stared at her chest!"

"..."

Yang Fan knew that arguing with this vixen, Dongfang Lan, would never end well. He had stayed here once before and was quite familiar with Dongfang Lan's room. He walked into the bedroom, but when he saw the figure sitting on the sofa, he froze on the spot.

She was a girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. She sat on the sofa, curiously observing Yang Fan with her large, deep, and melancholic eyes.

The girl wore a white tank top and yellow shorts, her legs long and slender, and she wore only slippers on her feet, all ten toenails painted a bright red. She had

slightly upturned, full hips, a slender waist, and a full, softly contoured bust. Her shoulders were rounded, her forearms delicate, and her neck long. She had a small face, almond-shaped eyes, arched eyebrows, and cherry-like lips. She was undeniably a beautiful young woman full of youthful energy, except that she was bald…

If Yang Fan hadn't just seen the young nun Shuixin last night, he would have thought he'd mistaken her for someone else. He simply couldn't reconcile the person before him with the young nun; the change was simply too drastic!

The young nun, now dressed in a short skirt and tank top, was completely transformed. Full of energy, with large eyes, a small nose, and a bald head, complemented by a small cherry-like mouth, she exuded youthful charm. Her

fair neck, full breasts, and white tank top, combined with her slender waist, yellow skirt, and the shapely legs peeking out from beneath it, made her incredibly sexy!

Yang Fan's gaze lingered on the young nun for a full half minute before shifting his questioning look to Dongfang Lan. Needless to say, the young nun's dramatic transformation was directly related to Dongfang Lan; he just couldn't understand how Dongfang Lan had managed to get the young nun to take off her robes and don such an outfit. However,

it had to be said that the young nun was now even more captivating and beautiful than she had been the night before. Last night, she was like a reclusive sage, beautiful yet ethereal, untouchable and unapproachable.

Now, aside from her baldness, she's a spitting image of a girl next door, her purity and charm no less than Gu Feifei's, and perhaps even more so, possessing a quality Gu Feifei lacked—a quality only those who have lived deep in the mountains, untouched by worldly affairs, could possess. This was something Gu Feifei couldn't have.

However, Gu Feifei and the little nun were two completely different types. Gu Feifei possessed a pure beauty, untainted by the mud, while the little nun possessed a purity untouched by worldly influences. Therefore, if one had to compare them, they were equally beautiful, each with their own merits!

But honestly, seeing the little nun's dramatic transformation, Yang Fan couldn't help but admire Dongfang Lan. From the little nun's months-long pursuit of Lei Laohu, solely for her sect's orders and her desire to be converted, even to the point of becoming his shadow, it's clear how persistent this girl was.

Yet now, this same persistent person had been transformed by Dongfang Lan in a single night into someone completely unrelated to a nun.

It has to be said, she was even more fervent than Tang Sanzang (the monk in Journey to the West). Perhaps, if it were someone else wanting to convert him, they might have already succeeded. Yang Fan didn't believe he was any more persistent than the little nun…

"How is it? Did I package your little lover well? How do you plan to thank me?"

Seemingly very satisfied with Yang Fan's reaction, Dongfang Lan wore a broad smile.

"Not bad!"

Still half-asleep, Yang Fan didn't quite hear what Dongfang Lan said.

Dongfang Lan was first stunned, then burst into unrestrained laughter, even covering her stomach and lying face down on the sofa, not even noticing the glimpse of her underwear beneath her skirt.

As for the little nun Shuixin, she was also stunned at first, then her beautiful face immediately smeared with blush, a dazzling and captivating red!

"ps: Another five chapters, brothers, am I awesome? There will be more later, at least five more, consider it a celebration of the Dragon Boat Festival! Finally, I'll quietly add one more thing, that is, I want flowers, I want flowers, I want flowers!"

Chapter 118 [Goodbye Little Xinxin]

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Just as Dongfang Lan was laughing without any regard for her image, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and sexy woman walked out.

She was wearing a white bathrobe, her long hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of plastic slippers. Where the hem of the bathrobe could not cover, a large section of her long, white, flawless legs was exposed.

However, what truly captivated everyone's attention were her two towering, seemingly bursting breasts. With each step, they trembled slightly, creating waves that seemed to bewitch and bewitch. Anyone who passed by her couldn't help but be drawn to her magnificent bosom!

"Little Xin Xin!"

Upon seeing her, Yang Fan was slightly taken aback. Now, he finally knew who the beautiful woman Dongfang Lan had mentioned was!

Lin Jiaxin was also momentarily stunned upon seeing Yang Fan, but being a flight attendant, she quickly regained her composure. However, just as she was about to greet him, Yang Fan's use of "Little Xin Xin" made her face instantly turn bright red.

"Tsk tsk, Little Xin Xin, that's so cheesy! I say, little brother, you might as well just call her 'wife,' not 'Little Xin Xin'!"

Just as Lin Jiaxin was at a loss for words, Dongfang Lan's sour voice rang out.

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Lin Jiaxin was already blushing from Yang Fan's affectionate address, and when she heard Dongfang Lan's teasing, she immediately turned her attention to Dongfang Lan.

However, Dongfang Lan completely ignored her threat, pouting and saying, "I wonder who was calling you 'husband' nonstop on the plane last time, hugging and cuddling you, and now they're acting all high and mighty? Little Xinxin, we're like sisters, why are you admitting it to me?"

"That was all acting!"

Lin Jiaxin hurriedly explained, seemingly afraid Yang Fan would misunderstand.

"So you're taking it too seriously? What era are we living in? Xinxin, you're not that conservative, are you?"

Dongfang Lan continued.

"..."

Lin Jiaxin knew Dongfang Lan's temper, and seeing that the other party was persistent, she simply ignored her and turned to Yang Fan, saying, "Mr. Yang, I haven't had a chance to thank you for what happened last time. I said I would treat you to dinner, but I forgot!"

"See? You've changed from calling me 'teacher' to 'Mr.' How elegant! Tsk tsk!"

Before Yang Fan could speak, Dongfang Lan's voice came again.

"..."

Yang Fan simply went along with Lin Jiaxin, ignoring Dongfang Lan, and turned to Lin Jiaxin, saying, "Miss Lin, you're too kind. We're friends now. Calling me 'Mr.' sounds a bit formal, and I don't think I'm that old. If Miss Lin is willing, you can just call me Xiao Fan!"

"Alright, I'll call you Xiao Fan then. You don't need to call me Miss Lin, just call me by my name!"

Lin Jiaxin knew that Yang Fan was helping her out, and she looked at Yang Fan with slight gratitude. However, perhaps she suddenly remembered something, because when she asked Yang Fan how to address her, a blush suddenly flashed across her cheeks.

"Pretend? Let's see how long you two keep up this act. I want to see if you can still act like nothing's wrong when you're sleeping in the same bed tonight!"

"..."

Yang Fan glanced at Dongfang Lan with slight suspicion. He had a feeling she was acting strangely today. On the surface, she seemed to be just joking with him, but Yang Fan keenly sensed something was off.

Especially when his gaze fell on her, she deliberately avoided his eyes, seemingly afraid to meet his gaze.

Such a thing happening to Dongfang Lan, who was known as a fairy, was undoubtedly strange, but Yang Fan couldn't quite pinpoint what was so strange about her.

Dongfang Lan, seemingly sensing Yang Fan's gaze, immediately shifted her attention to Lin Jiaxin and said, "Xin Xin, you seem to have a three-day vacation this time, right? Tonight is Joya's concert, do you want to come along?"

"What? Joya's concert? I have to go! I've been waiting for Joya's concert for months, and I can't believe it's happening right now during my vacation. Lanlan, since you told me, you must have bought tickets, right? Hurry up and hand them over, or you'll be sorry!"

Upon hearing about Joya's concert, Lin Jiaxin was as happy as a little girl who had received candy, dancing and jumping with excitement. She even rushed to Dongfang Lan, hugging her and cheering.

"My dear Lanlan, I love you to death! You know I love Joya's songs the most! Come here, give me a kiss!"

"You little hussy, stay away! I'm not a lesbian. Go hug your husband, don't come hugging me! Hey... don't kiss me!"

Staring dumbfounded at everything in front of him, Yang Fan never expected Lin Jiaxin to have this side to her. Moreover, because of her sudden excitement, she didn't even realize that a large expanse of her white chest was exposed.

Fresh from her bath, her white bathrobe revealed her bare chest, making it immediately apparent from Yang Fan's angle just how magnificent it was. Dongfang Lan's breasts were already quite impressive, but compared to hers, Yang Fan finally understood the meaning of "a small fry compared to a big fish!"

Lin Jiaxin had previously promised to treat Yang Fan to dinner to repay his help on the plane, and today, not only did they happen to run into Yang Fan, but they hadn't eaten either. So, the group headed towards the hotel.

Since there were various hotels near Dongfang Lan's apartment complex, they didn't drive. Of the four people in the group, three were beautiful women. Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin's beauty was undeniable, but the little nun Shuixin was particularly striking. Dongfang Lan had somehow gotten her a white baseball cap and black sunglasses to wear.

Although the white baseball cap covered her bald head and most of her face, anyone who saw her could tell she was incredibly beautiful—stunningly beautiful!

Oversized black sunglasses allowed only the perfect curve of her lips to be seen, exuding an air of omniscience and invincible confidence. Her black and white casual wear made her appear both mysterious and pure. She was simply cool, no other word could describe her!

As for Dongfang Lan, her long, flowing hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, each strand incredibly alluring! Thick eyelashes, captivating eyes, and full, sensual lips revealed a myriad of charms at all times… A short, pinkish-purple shawl jacket further accentuated her stunning figure, paired with a pale yellow velvet knee-length skirt and black pink knee-high boots… truly captivating!

Lin Jiaxin's attire, on the other hand, was more ordinary. A light blue dress made her slightly tanned skin appear exceptionally healthy, her jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her face flushed slightly.

With devilishly alluring figures, her hair, no less beautiful than Dongfang Lan's, shone brightly. Her long, slender legs were clad in a pink and blue mini-skirt, showcasing her flawless physique…

Clear, bright eyes, arched eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin with a faint rosy glow, and thin lips as delicate and dewy as rose petals…

Such a combination on the street would definitely turn heads! Yang Fan accompanied three stunningly beautiful women down the street, attracting considerable attention. Some drivers, so focused on them, almost crashed their cars into the back of the cars in front!

Fortunately, the place they were heading to for dinner wasn't far. Amidst envious comments, they arrived at a Sichuan-style restaurant called Shi Wei Tian.

It's said that Sichuan is famous for its beautiful women because they love spicy food. Yang Fan didn't believe it before, but now he's starting to think so. Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin are not only incredibly beautiful, but also have very full breasts, especially Lin Jiaxin, whose bust is absolutely top-tier. Yang Fan wickedly thinks it's probably because they love spicy food…

Because Dongfang Lan had made a reservation in advance, after they arrived at the hotel and gave their names, a beautiful lady in a cheongsam immediately led them to a luxurious private room.

At Lin Jiaxin's insistence, Yang Fan casually ordered a few dishes. But when he handed the menu to Dongfang Lan, she actually ordered a specialty dish for herself, attracting strange looks from the waiters.

Sensing something was amiss, Yang Fan secretly glanced at the dish's name and almost spat out his tea. It turned out that Dongfang Lan had specifically ordered him a dish called "sheep penis," a purported kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac!

No wonder that little girl looked at him with such curiosity; she must have thought that he, surrounded by three beautiful women, had overindulged in sex, leading to kidney deficiency, and needed to replenish it with mutton penis.

Mutton penis is a kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac, suitable for impotence and low libido caused by insufficient kidney yang, but it wasn't suitable for him!

Let alone overindulgence, Yang Fan only had a vague understanding of what was going on. He was constantly burning with lust and had excessive energy; why would he need to replenish it?

Revenge, this must be revenge! If he really ate this, he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, because no one would help him relieve his pent-up desire. He couldn't possibly go to a prostitute! How could he waste his precious first time on a prostitute? No, absolutely not!

Therefore, Yang Fan was certain that Dongfang Lan had ulterior motives for ordering this dish for him. However, he couldn't understand how he had offended this little vixen again.

"Sixth update! 555... Seems like the flowers aren't very generous today. Brothers, at least ten updates today! Considering how hard I'm working, don't hesitate any longer!"

Chapter 119 [Kidney Whip and Cistanche Soup]

However, even if Yang Fan secretly discovered this secret, he could only pretend he didn't see it. Not only did he not yet understand what Dongfang Lan was up to, but even if he did know, he couldn't reveal it!

It was the little nun Shui Xin's turn to order. Again, to the waiter's surprise, she only ordered a few vegetarian dishes. Fortunately, this restaurant was quite well-equipped, so it didn't stump the young waiter.

Soon, various delicious dishes were served. Since the girls didn't like drinking alcohol, and Yang Fan didn't drink either, they only ordered some soft drinks.

As soon as the dishes were served, Lin Jiaxin poured drinks for everyone and raised her glass to Yang Fan, saying, "Xiao Fan, thank you for what happened last time. Here, let me toast you with this drink instead of wine!"

"What, what? There are two of us here!"

Dongfang Lan quickly raised her glass, and even the little nun Shuixin raised her drink.

After a few drinks, everyone relaxed. Since Lin Jiaxin was sitting close to Yang Fan, she started serving him food after only a short while, saying, "Xiao Fan, you don't look very old. I'm a few years older than you, so I'll be your older sister from now on. Come on, eat more meat; you're still growing."

"Thank you..."

Yang Fan stopped mid-sentence because he realized that what Lin Jiaxin had given him was the dish of lamb penis, which was said to have aphrodisiac effects... He wondered which bastard waiter had served it and placed it right in front of him. No wonder Lin Jiaxin had given it to him!

"Haha!"

At the same time, Dongfang Lan also noticed what was happening. She laughed without any regard for her image, almost spitting out the food in her mouth.

"?"

Looking at Yang Fan's black face and Dongfang Lan's shaking laughter, Lin Jiaxin vaguely guessed that she had made a fool of herself.

But the problem was, she had no idea what she had done wrong. Was it because she was laughing at herself for putting food on Yang Fan's plate? That didn't seem like a big deal at all; it was just a normal gesture between friends! Then what was it? Lin Jiaxin looked around, but couldn't find anything wrong with herself.

To her surprise, Dongfang Lan burst into laughter upon seeing Lin Jiaxin's puzzled expression, even laughing until tears streamed down her face. Yang Fan, on the other hand, looked utterly embarrassed, his forehead dripping with cold sweat…

“Lanlan, what's wrong with you? What are you laughing at? What's so funny?”

Seeing their reactions, Lin Jiaxin felt a chill run down her spine.

“Hehe… Little Jiaxin, are you a little dissatisfied with Yang Fan?”

Dongfang Lan didn't answer Lin Jiaxin's question but instead asked in return.

“Dissatisfied? No, Xiao Fan is so outstanding, how could that be?”

Lin Jiaxin asked, bewildered.

“I mean, in that aspect!”

Dongfang Lan said, winking.

“In that aspect? What aspect?”

Lin Jiaxin was even more confused.

“Haha, Little Jiaxin, do you know what this dish is called? And what is its purpose?”

Dongfang Lan asked.

"What's it called? What's its purpose? Lanlan, isn't this just an ordinary dish? What could it possibly do?"

"Hehe, this dish is quite special, and not just anyone can eat it!"

"Sister Dongfang, are there gender distinctions when it comes to food?"

Shuixin asked curiously.

"Silly girl, of course! Some dishes are not for girls; they're specifically for men! You've been living in the temple for so long, you naturally wouldn't know these things." "Specifically for men? There are such dishes in this world? How come I didn't know?"

Hearing this, even Lin Jiaxin became curious, completely unaware that Yang Fan was practically wishing he could disappear into a hole in the ground.

"It's said... this dish has a very strong kidney-tonifying and yang-boosting function; it's a very nourishing dish! Let me think, I think the name is something like Kidney-Tonifying Cistanche Soup!"

Dongfang Lan deliberately dragged out the words.

"Pfft!"

Yang Fan had intended to quickly swallow the "nutritious food" Lin Jiaxin had given him while Dongfang Lan was speaking, to destroy the evidence. However, just as he put it in his mouth, he heard Dongfang Lan's explosive revelation, and a mouthful caught in his throat, causing him to cough violently.

At this moment, Lin Jiaxin, hearing Dongfang Lan's words, finally understood what had happened. In an instant, her face flushed crimson with shame. She buried her head in front of the table, refusing to look at the two of them again. It was a pity there wasn't a crack in the floor; otherwise, she would have rather crawled in and never come out again!

"So embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing! I actually gave him that stuff… No wonder Lanlan said she wasn't satisfied with him in that area, it's not…"

Lin Jiaxin felt increasingly ashamed, but she couldn't explain it.

She knew without a doubt that Dongfang Lan was behind it all; only her cunning mind could have done such a thing. What puzzled Lin Jiaxin was that in the past, whenever a man tried to approach her, she would always do her best to shoo him away. But this time, instead of chasing Yang Fan away, she kept making jokes about the two of them, intentionally or unintentionally.

Joking aside, Lin Jiaxin's womanly intuition told her that Dongfang Lan's attitude towards Yang Fan was somewhat abnormal. It seemed like she was trying to bring them together, but there was a hint of jealousy in it…

To be honest, even Lin Jiaxin didn't understand what Dongfang Lan's feelings for Yang Fan were. For some reason, her heart would always race whenever she was around him.

Although Lin Jiaxin knew very well that she didn't love Yang Fan, at least she had a strange fondness for him. When she was around him, she always had an indescribable feeling, a feeling

she never experienced with anyone else. This feeling was something she had never experienced before, not even with her ex-boyfriends. Because she and her deceased boyfriend were childhood sweethearts, they had known each other since they were little. Their bond was more like family than romantic love.

Growing up together, and with their parents' encouragement, they naturally assumed they would live together. However, until the day before their wedding, they had no physical contact beyond holding hands, and their relationship was always respectful and distant.

Unfortunately, they ultimately didn't end up together. Just as Lin Jiaxin had let go of that immature relationship, Yang Fan suddenly entered her life. His voice calling her "Little Xin Xin" opened a door to her heart, and the experience on the plane left a lasting impression.

She thought that with time, this image would fade from her life. But now, seeing Yang Fan again, Lin Jiaxin found that this image had taken root and sprouted in her heart, impossible to shake off!

Lin Jiaxin's gaze eventually fell on Dongfang Lan again. Intuitively, she sensed that her best friend also seemed to have fallen for Yang Fan. She had no idea what had happened to them in the past few days, but Lin Jiaxin suddenly found herself in a dilemma.

On one hand, there was her best friend, and on the other, a man who had captured her heart. Who would have thought that this man's appearance would entangle the three of them?

Lin Jiaxin suddenly remembered what Dongfang Lan had said to comfort her when her fiancé had just had his accident. Dongfang Lan had said that from that day forward, she was family, and no matter what happened in the future, she would never leave her. Even if one day, the two of them fell in love with the same man, there was no need to fight over it; they could both love him, and that way, they could be together forever!

She had thought it was just a joke, but now, that joke had become a reality. She never imagined that one day, she and her best friend would both fall in love with the same man! The fact that

her past joke had come true filled Lin Jiaxin with a strange sense of panic. She knew very well that even if it wasn't a joke, but real, reality and ideals were two completely different concepts. Not to mention that it's impossible for two people to have the same man at the same time, even the law and morality wouldn't allow it!

Looking at Dongfang Lan with a complicated expression, Lin Jiaxin momentarily forgot her previous embarrassment, a faint sadness involuntarily appearing between her brows.

"It seems Lanlan is already deeply in love. What should I do? Withdraw? Perhaps withdrawing is the best choice. Anyway… anyway, I'm not deeply in love. At most, I only have some affection for him; it's completely different from true love. Besides, I'm destined never to experience love again in my life!"

"Lanlan, don't worry, I will always wish you both well!"

In that instant, Lin Jiaxin finally made her decision…

As Lin Jiaxin's best friend, although they weren't exactly soulmates, they still had at least some understanding. How could Dongfang Lan not notice Lin Jiaxin's emotional shift?

In terms of cunning, Lin Jiaxin was indeed no match for Dongfang Lan; this was evident in their attitudes towards Yang Fan.

All of Dongfang Lan's actions, seemingly just to tease her friend, were actually a way of sending a message. She believed that with the friend's intelligence, she would surely understand what she was trying to say.

Dongfang Lan suddenly felt a sense of guilt in front of her best friend. She knew that her choice had unknowingly damaged their friendship, but faced with love and friendship, how should she choose?

She didn't know, and neither did Lin Jiaxin. Dongfang Lan's actions were entirely subconscious, but regardless of the process, the outcome was already predetermined…

Chapter 120 [Crazy Stargazers]

After this little incident, the previous awkwardness was temporarily put aside. Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin were both preoccupied with their own thoughts, so they stopped joking.

The atmosphere at the dinner was somber that even Yang Fan gradually sensed something was amiss, but he didn't know the two women's thoughts and didn't pay much attention.

After dinner, Dongfang Lan suggested going shopping. Yang Fan originally wanted to find an excuse to slip away, but he also vaguely sensed a problem in the sisters' relationship and wanted to help them resolve it, so he didn't say anything, and the group headed towards the mall.

The group's appearance in the bustling mall naturally made them the focus of attention once again. However, both Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin were generous people, and Shui Xin was even more detached and didn't care about others' opinions. Therefore, Yang Fan became the target of gossip, making him extremely uncomfortable.

What was supposed to be a simple shopping trip turned into a whole morning of browsing. By the end, Yang Fan was completely covered in accessories, hanging from every possible spot on his body.

It must be said, however, that the way women connect is quite peculiar. After a few hours, not only did the distance between the two women vanish without a trace, but even the bond between the young nun Shui Xin and them had deepened considerably.

Now, if someone didn't know Shui Xin, they would never guess she was a reclusive nun. Even Yang Fan was extremely curious about the nun's dramatic transformation.

But thinking about it, the nun had always lived in the temple, like a blank sheet of paper, completely untouched by worldly influences. Now, entering the world for the first time, especially under the guidance of a bewitching woman like Dongfang Lan, she had been exposed to countless new things, so it wasn't surprising that she changed.

Finally, as the sun began to set, the group's shopping spree came to an end, and they returned to Dongfang Lan's place. But Yang Fan hadn't even had a chance to sit down and catch his breath before the girls dragged him to Joya's concert.

After a period of helpless resistance, he reluctantly gave in. He simply couldn't believe that these two seemingly delicate beauties had so much energy when shopping; even he, a master of the Qi Movement Realm, couldn't keep up, yet they were completely unfazed!

As for the concert, to be honest, Yang Fan had no interest whatsoever. He could probably name three or five artists from Japan, but as for these mainland stars, he really didn't know them. At the very least, until now, he didn't even know what Joya, who could be called an Asian diva, looked like, let alone had ever heard her sing!

However, when Yang Fan and his group arrived at Joya's accommodation, Yang Fan realized what a sea of people truly meant…

What greeted Yang Fan's eyes was a massive crowd, all queuing to buy tickets. There were also vendors selling merchandise, renting out light sticks, distributing sponsored clothing, and more. Joya's fans were also frantically buying up various items, including keychains, necklaces, fans, and small pillows.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yang Fan would have found it hard to believe that these fans were so enthusiastic. He had truly witnessed the allure of Joya, the queen of pop!

Tsinghua Street was bustling with activity. Near the Bird's Nest, a huge venue attracted everyone's attention. A massive banner hung outside, proclaiming: "Warmly welcome renowned international singer Ms. Joya to Beijing for a concert." Inside,

an open-air stage had been set up, its lavish decorations captivating the crowd, even overshadowing the Bird's Nest itself.

The area around the venue was already packed with Beijing residents, who had arrived early, their faces beaming with excitement. Because their favorite superstar was going to perform that evening, they excitedly lined up in long queues outside the venue.

The usually quiet Tsinghua Street suddenly became bustling, like a boiling pot, with almost everyone pouring into the street. The surge of people gave the security police a headache, but it couldn't dampen the citizens' enthusiasm for welcoming their beloved star.

Today was the day of Joya's open-air concert; everyone in Yanjing knew, but very few could actually buy tickets. Some people, even without tickets, still waited outside the venue, content even just to catch a glimpse of Joya.

People of all ages gathered on Tsinghua Street, anxiously awaiting Joya's concert. Everyone wanted to see her beautiful face or hear her heavenly voice.

Reporters also arrived early, fearing the street would be blocked if they were late, so they waited at the venue entrance for Joya's appearance to gather news.

Some of the early reporters were impatient, some even complaining that other magazines had arrived earlier and were ahead of them in line. That's how people in the media are; everyone wants to get the first scoop, which is why there's such rampant media warfare. Today it's his news, tomorrow it's yours, but all that news is fabricated, completely baseless, yet they still enthusiastically hype it up. In the end, it ruins the person's reputation, and the media ends up in court, paying damages and being exposed.

"Joya! Joya! We love you!"

"Joya, we love you!"

"Joya, our favorite!"

"..."

Joya's concert venue was already packed with reporters. The influence of a big star is indeed extraordinary, especially one as famous as Joya, a renowned international singer whose fame resonates throughout the country. Her charm is unmatched.

Joya's path to fame is already legendary, and her songs are loved and adored by people. Countless citizens of Beijing were overjoyed to hear about Joya's concert, and long queues immediately formed on the streets where the concert was held. Reporters surrounded the hotel entrance, but were blocked by security guards.

"Joya's here! A concert is starting!"

a young man shouted excitedly to the busy crowd.

"What? Joya's here?"

The old man selling fruit, upon hearing Joya's arrival, stood up, dusted himself off, and rushed towards the street where the concert was being held.

"Joya's here! Let's go see!"

A young man selling newspapers, disregarding his own business, hurried to the concert venue.

"Joya's here!"

the young man reading the newspaper said to his girlfriend.

"Joya's here! Let's go see!"

The girl grabbed the boy's hand and ran towards the concert venue.

In an instant, the entrance to the concert venue was packed with people, even the police maintaining order couldn't get in, and traffic on the street was severely congested.

"Damn it, she's just some trashy celebrity. Fine, she'll come! But why is she blocking my way?"

The driver was frustrated, surrounded by crowds, unable to move forward or backward.

He had barely finished cursing when a group of Shen Ruolan's loyal fans, hearing the driver's outburst, shouted in unison, "Smash his car!"

Bang! The windshield shattered, and the car body was smashed flat by the crowd. The driver timidly poked his head out, and when hundreds of eyes were fixed on him, he hurriedly shouted, "Long live Joya!"

Only then did all those hundreds of eyes shift from him to the concert venue. He breathed a sigh of relief; this was terrifying! This was the consequence of angering Joya's fans.

Several reporters eagerly asked, "When is Ms. Joya's concert?"

"What would Ms. Joya like to say to her fans in Yanjing?"

"When is Ms. Joya's new album coming out?"

"Won't Ms. Joya stay in Yanjing for a few days after the concert?"

A barrage of questions overwhelmed the security guard, who could only stop the reporters trying to get in; he didn't care about anything else.

The concert hadn't started yet, but countless fans had already gathered at the entrance, waiting for their idol. They held up a banner that read: "Joya, we will always love you!"

A little girl cried into the camera, "Sister Joya, I love you! Please see us! We love your songs so much!"

An older man grabbed the microphone and declared, "I will never marry Ms. Joya!"

He was immediately attacked by the crowd!

An older woman excitedly said to the camera, "Joya, do you know? Ever since I fell in love with you, I've been considering getting gender reassignment surgery! I love you so much!"

An older man snatched the microphone from the woman and said, "Joya, do you think I'm too old? Actually, I'm not old, I'm only eighteen!"

A crowd immediately surrounded him, staring intently. He swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Everyone has seen the fans' frenzy. Now, almost everyone in Yanjing knows that Miss Joya has arrived. Everyone's enthusiasm for Miss Shen Ruolan is out of control. Everyone really wants to see Miss Joya! And Miss Joya has decided to hold a press conference tomorrow at noon, where she will meet some of her most loyal fans. Who will be the lucky one to meet Miss Joya face to face? Let's wait and see."

"No way! Is Joya that popular?"

Looking at the sea of people in front of him, Yang Fan looked at Dongfang Lan with some confusion.

Dongfang Lan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Nonsense! Joya is an international superstar, everyone in China, young and old, knows her, except for an idiot like you! You must have just come out of the deep mountains and forests."

"Tch, look how high and mighty she is, she won't even see her fans. She must be incredibly ugly and can't show her face. Does she wear a mask when she sings?"

Yang Fan retorted sarcastically.

"You're not allowed to insult Joya!"

Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin retorted simultaneously when they heard Yang Fan insult Joya.

"But she only sees some of her fans. Look at that uncle, that aunt, that old man, how pitiful they are. She didn't even see them!"

Yang Fan said indignantly on behalf of the fans.

"..."

Chapter 121 [Asian Queen]

Joya hadn't appeared yet, but Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin couldn't wait any longer. They had somehow heard that there was a Joya poster nearby, and immediately, the two girls screamed and ran over, leaving Yang Fan halfway there.

This is what they call the star effect! He shook his head helplessly. To be honest, he was quite puzzled by Dongfang Lan and the other woman's reaction. Everyone has one nose and two eyes, what's there to envy about others?

However, just as Yang Fan was getting extremely bored, a woman wearing sunglasses walked towards him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with no makeup on her face. He couldn't see what her eyes looked like, but he was certain that she had an absolutely stunning face. Her thin, red lips were incredibly alluring, her breasts were full and firm, and her entire figure was a perfect curve. She had slender fingers and long, beautiful legs.

And what was most surprising was that this person was actually Shen Ruolan! Although she was wearing makeup and had disguised herself with her clothes, how could Yang Fan not recognize her? He just didn't understand why Shen Ruolan was here.

Since they parted ways in the suburbs, Yang Fan hadn't seen her at all. Although Yang Fan knew that Shen Ruolan had deliberately brought him to her sister's place to tease Shen Ruoxi. But no matter what, she had helped him back then, and the two knew each other. Meeting in this setting naturally required a greeting!

"Beautiful lady, are you also a Joya fan?"

Shen Ruolan turned around in slight surprise when someone called her, asking, "Are you calling me?"

However, when she saw who was standing in front of her, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Eh... Yang Fan? It's you? What are you doing here?"

Shen Ruolan's voice was as melodious as a silver bell. Yang Fan felt very comfortable hearing it and couldn't help but smile, "Is there anyone else here besides you? And why can't I be here?"

"You're also a Joya fan?"

Shen Ruolan suddenly asked with a smile.

"Me? No, I'm not. I'm not that bored. I came here to keep a friend company. But you, are you a fangirl too? A Joya fan?"

Shen Ruolan was amused by Yang Fan's words and chuckled, saying, "Me neither!"

"Haha, I knew it! Where do all these bored people come from? Joya? Just hearing that name tells you she's a Western-worshipping scumbag. I really don't understand how someone who has no sense of national honor can have so many people like her."

Hearing Shen Ruolan say she wasn't a fan, Yang Fan became much more reserved. Otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to speak carelessly in this situation; the driver's experience was still fresh in his mind!

"Not necessarily. A name is just a label!"

Yang Fan didn't notice that when he said Joya was a Western-worshipping scumbag, Shen Ruolan's teeth were grinding.

"Sigh, let's not talk about that. But you, after you took me to your sister's place that day, why did you just disappear? Do you know how much you ruined me!" "

Um... my sister didn't use any violence on you, did she?"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Shen Ruolan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

The reason she suddenly thought of bringing Yang Fan to her sister's place that night was firstly to tease her sister, and secondly to find out Yang Fan's background through her sister's connections.

Although she remembered how terrible her sister was afterwards, the matter was already settled... But hearing Yang Fan's words now, she couldn't help but worry about him.

"Thank goodness, I'm still alive!"

Yang Fan suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Shen Ruoxi. If he didn't have some skills, he would probably be in the hospital by now!

"That's good. I originally wanted to come see you, but something came up and I only got back to Yanjing today."

Shen Ruolan said somewhat embarrassedly.

"By the way, you just said you're not a fan, so what are you doing here? You're not here to accompany a friend like me, are you?"

"Hehe, no!" "

So what are you doing here?"

"Well, how should I put it? I guess you could say it's work?"

"Work? Isn't there a concert going on here? How are you working here?"

"Because I am Joya, in other words, I'm the one who's putting on this concert!"

Shen Ruolan finished speaking and looked at Yang Fan with a smile.

"..."

When Yang Fan heard Shen Ruolan say she was Joya, his eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe Shen Ruolan was the Joya pop diva everyone was chanting. He then realized that the person on the posters held up in the distance looked exactly like Shen Ruolan; he just hadn't paid attention earlier…

Thinking back to how he'd acted like an idiot, asking her what she was doing there—what could she be doing here as the star of the day? Yang Fan wanted to slap himself. He'd never been so humiliated in his life!

But Shen Ruolan continued to smile at him, removing her sunglasses. Her intelligent eyes shone like two bright pearls, leaving Yang Fan speechless, silently praising her beauty.

When Shen Ruolan fully revealed her captivating eyes, the surrounding fans widened their eyes, and one of them, with a loud voice,

immediately shouted, "It's Joya! It's Joya!" Instantly, everyone's gaze fell on Shen Ruolan, and some people couldn't wait to take out their phones and excitedly snap photos.

Shen Ruolan smiled and greeted the crowd, immediately eliciting cheers from the surrounding fans. Some fans were already about to pounce on her when, protected by several security guards, Shen Ruolan entered the venue. The frenzied fans shouted in unison, "Joya, I love you!"

Yang Fan was jostled by the crowd and couldn't move freely. Before he could even speak to Shen Ruolan, she had already been ushered into the venue.

Several security guards quickly maintained order, keeping the fans outside the venue. Shen Ruolan's manager and several staff members also arrived and pushed through the crowd to enter the venue, beginning preparations for the concert.

Amidst this chaotic scene, Dongfang Lan and her two companions appeared at the venue entrance, each holding a poster of a beautiful woman. Looking at the figure on the poster, Yang Fan wished he could disappear into a hole in the ground! It was so embarrassing!

Recalling their first meeting, Shen Ruolan asked him if he knew her. At the time, Yang Fan wondered why she would ask such a question. Now, seeing the enthusiastic fans, he finally understood why she asked that…

“Little brother, why don’t you go in first?”

Dongfang Lan asked curiously, seeing Yang Fan surrounded by the crowd.

“It’s because I’m waiting for the three of you!”

Yang Fan said, looking at the two with a hint of reproach.

The three of them finally squeezed into the venue through the crowd. The venue was already packed with fans, and reporters with cameras stood in the corners, aiming at Shen Ruolan sitting on the stage, afraid of missing a single shot. They wanted to record every move and smile of Shen Ruolan.

Flashbulbs were constantly going off around Shen Ruolan. Behind her was a huge poster that read: “Famous International Singer Miss Joya Concert.”

The four of them sat down in the fans’ seats. Yang Fan was somewhat afraid to look into Shen Ruolan’s intelligent and captivating eyes. Her eyes were like bottomless pits; once you looked into them, you were completely captivated. Yang Fan even suspected this woman possessed some kind of seductive charm!

Actually, the reason Yang Fan dared not look at Shen Ruolan was because of his idiotic behavior in front of her outside the venue earlier, which still made him incredibly frustrated. To make matters worse, Shen Ruolan was staring intently at him, a beaming smile on her face…

“Damn, is it because I’m too handsome that she’s taken a liking to me?”

Every man is narcissistic; when a beautiful woman looks at him, every man thinks the same thing.

So, Yang Fan straightened his back, puffed out his chest, and tucked in his stomach, displaying his most handsome side to Shen Ruolan. Shen Ruolan’s smile deepened; if it weren’t for the flashing cameras from the reporters, she would have already covered her mouth and laughed!

Even Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin, standing nearby, noticed Yang Fan’s odd behavior. The two women simultaneously nudged him with their arms and asked at the same time…

"Little brother, what's wrong? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Xiao Fan, are you feeling unwell? Your expression is so strange!"

Yang Fan maintained his previous demeanor and whispered, "Didn't you see your Miss Joya is looking at me?"

The two girls then shifted their gaze from Yang Fan to Shen Ruolan, and sure enough, they found her looking at Yang Fan. Shen Ruolan seemed to notice the two girls' gazes as well, and quickly averted her gaze from Yang Fan, smiling at the camera.

The two girls looked at Yang Fan suspiciously again, their expressions strange.

"What are you two looking at? What can I do if I'm handsome?"

Yang Fan shrugged.

"Go to hell!"

The two girls simultaneously extended their small fists and gently punched Yang Fan's face, and Yang Fan's mouth immediately pouted slightly like a cute little pig.

"Sister Jiaxin, when did you become so savage like Sister Lan?"

Yang Fan looked at Lin Jiaxin beside him with a wronged expression and pouted.

"What did you say? You called me barbaric? Little brother, you're the type to get out of control if you don't discipline me for three days, aren't you? Believe me or not, I'll yell 'You assaulted me!' right now!"

Dongfang Lan retorted angrily.

"..."

Yang Fan was speechless. To be honest, he didn't dare doubt the truth of Dongfang Lan's words. Knowing her personality, if she was provoked, she was definitely capable of doing such a thing!

Just as Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan were arguing, the concert had already begun. Before it officially started, Shen Ruolan needed to briefly answer some questions from reporters and fans. In a way, it was a press conference, only the two were held simultaneously.

It has to be said that big stars are powerful; a few seemingly formulaic opening remarks easily stirred up people's emotions. And just when all the fans' emotions reached their peak, the concert began...

Chapter 122 [Xin Xin's Disappearance]

The Queen on Stage, Dazzlingly Radiant. At this moment, Shen Ruolan was so dazzling that Yang Fan was dumbfounded. Song after song, her melodious voice flowing gently from her lips, showcased her already graceful figure and, moreover, her nightingale-like voice. Yang Fan was completely captivated by her singing!

Shen Ruolan's voice seemed to contain the murmuring of mountain streams, the rustling of leaves in the forest, and the joyful chirping of birds. It was as if her voice encompassed the sounds of nature itself—truly heavenly music!

While the lively sounds of classical instruments are pleasing to the ear, even the most skilled instrumentalists cannot escape the limitations of the instruments. Therefore, the sounds of classical instruments can never compare to the true sounds of nature. The same applies to the human voice. Although humans possess the only language function in the world, they can never truly and perfectly express the sounds of nature, not even the most skilled ventriloquists.

But Shen Ruolan did it; she completely integrated the sounds of nature into her singing. Although you can't hear the sound of water, rustling leaves, animal calls, or birdsong, you can still feel the gentle flow of spring water, the rustling of leaves, and even your sense of smell and touch—the fragrance of blooming flowers and the coolness of falling snow. This is a sound that ordinary people rarely perceive, a sound that directly touches the soul, and it's the sound that captivated Yang Fan!

A heavenly voice? No, these four words are insufficient to describe Shen Ruolan's singing voice. Her voice transcends the limits of the world, surpasses the scope of language, and even the five-thousand-year-old Chinese culture cannot fully capture its essence!

Countless hands swayed to the beautiful rhythm of the music, female fans screamed almost hysterically, young people were moved to tears, and the younger generation roared—these were the responses from Shen Ruolan's fans when she sang. Only in this moment could Shen Ruolan find her own radiance!

Yang Fan simply couldn't reconcile the Shen Ruolan on stage with the woman off stage. On stage, she was as noble as a queen, every smile, every gesture perfectly integrated with the stage. She was like that high and mighty queen, holding the entire stage in her hands.

But off stage, she was like an innocent and naive girl next door, pure and lovely!

The woman on stage and off stage were completely different people, and there was absolutely no connection between them. This left Yang Fan deeply puzzled: was the woman on stage the real Shen Ruolan, or was the woman off stage the real one?

The atmosphere at the concert gradually reached its peak with Shen Ruolan's beautiful singing, one song after another. However, Yang Fan didn't notice that in a dark corner of the concert, several pairs of sinister eyes were fixed on him…

“Saito-kun, are you sure this is the person who obtained the Holy Buddha Relic? And the one who took the entire pagoda?”

“Yes, our people have been watching him since last night. I also witnessed him obtain the Holy Buddha Relic. However, this person is extremely powerful, and I'm afraid that acting rashly might alert him!”

“Oh? And who are those three women with him?”

“According to our intelligence, they're all his lovers or something!”

“Lovers? Since he's so powerful, and we can't confront him head-on, Saito-kun, do you think we could start with these women?”

“Saki-kun is indeed brilliant! How come I didn't think of that? Yes, if we kidnap one of those three women and use her to threaten him, he'll surely comply. Besides, judging from the information we've gathered, this person is a typical womanizer!”

"Now that you know what to do, why aren't you doing it? Have someone keep an eye on these women. The moment they're alone, make your move!"

"Yes, sir!"

"..."

"I'm going to the restroom!"

After several hours of concerts, her body was starting to give out, especially for a delicate beauty like Lin Jiaxin.

She was sweating profusely, and her makeup was smudged. For someone like her, a flight attendant, impeccable appearance was crucial.

So, she used the restroom break to touch up her makeup. Although she had resolved not to compete with her best friend, Lin Jiaxin still didn't want to show her less-than-ideal side to Yang Fan.

Leaving the vibrant concert venue, Lin Jiaxin quickly made her way to the restroom via a designated passageway. Compared to the concert hall, the restroom was undoubtedly much quieter. Perhaps it was because Shen Ruolan sang so well, but the entire restroom was completely empty!

Facing the vanity, Lin Jiaxin didn't wash her face; she just stared blankly at herself in the mirror, lost in thought. About half a minute passed before she turned on the tap to wash her face.

However, the moment she lowered her head, several dark figures suddenly rushed into the bathroom. Before she could react, Lin Jiaxin felt a sharp pain in her neck, and then she fainted…

“Huh? Why hasn’t Sister Jiaxin come back yet?”

At the concert, Yang Fan noticed Lin Jiaxin’s prolonged absence and asked Dongfang Lan.

“What? Little brother, worried about your little Jiaxin? It’s only been a few minutes, is it really that big of a deal! I’ll go see what little Jiaxin is up to.”

Although Dongfang Lan was still nagging, she still got up and headed towards the bathroom, clearly concerned for her best friend’s safety.

Watching Dongfang Lan walk towards the bathroom, Yang Fan could only shake his head with a wry smile. He increasingly felt that Dongfang Lan was acting strangely tonight, but he didn’t know what was going on.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Lan returned shortly after, rushing to Yang Fan in a panic. "Little brother, something terrible has happened! Jiaxin is missing!"

"Missing?"

Yang Fan was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Did you look carefully?"

"I searched the entire restroom, but there's no sign of Jiaxin. However, I found this!"

As she spoke, Dongfang Lan handed Yang Fan a hair clip…

"This belongs to Sister Jiaxin!"

Yang Fan immediately recognized the hair clip as the one Lin Jiaxin had just bought that day, which she had put on her head when she left. The moment he saw the hair clip, a bad premonition rose in Yang Fan's heart.

"Where did you find this hair clip?"

Clinging to a last shred of hope, Yang Fan asked.

Dongfang Lan looked anxious: "It was on the vanity in the restroom. When I saw this hair clip, I thought Jiaxin had accidentally dropped it, but I searched the entire restroom, and I checked on the way back, but I couldn't find any trace of Jiaxin!"

"Come on, take me to see!"

At this point, Yang Fan didn't care that it was the women's restroom. Led by Dongfang Lan, the three quickly arrived at the restroom.

The restroom wasn't large; you could see everything at a glance from the doorway, and if someone was inside, there was no need to search carefully. Holding Lin Jiaxin's hair clip, Yang Fan's unease grew stronger.

"Won't something happen?"

Dongfang Lan asked softly.

"No, it won't!"

Yang Fan reassured himself as he comforted Dongfang Lan.

Similarly, he felt a strange attraction to Lin Jiaxin, just like she did, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He only knew that there was a very mysterious attraction about her, constantly drawing him in.

Was it her appearance? Undeniably, that was part of it. But Yang Fan knew that wasn't the main reason. What truly attracted her was another kind of inexplicable feeling. It was as if they had known each other for a very long time, a deep-seated familiarity that was incredibly strange…

However, just as the three of them were extremely tense, Yang Fan's phone suddenly rang.

Slightly startled, Yang Fan grabbed his phone, only to find it was an unknown number. Already annoyed, he considered hanging up, but out of caution, he answered.

"Hello, is this Mr. Yang Fan?"

A male voice answered.

"This is Yang Fan. Who are you?"

Yang Fan asked impatiently.

"Heh, who I am isn't important, but I imagine Mr. Yang is looking for your friend right now!"

"What did you say?" Yang Fan's

voice turned cold.

"I said, Mr. Yang's very beautiful friend is currently in our hands!"

"Tell me your terms!"

Struggling to suppress his anger, Yang Fan knew he couldn't afford to panic; if he did, Lin Jiaxin would be in danger!

"It's simple. Within an hour, go to the top of Yunlian Mountain outside Yanjing City and bring the Holy Buddha Relic. As for the rest, we'll contact you when Mr. Yang arrives!"

"Okay, I'll be right there. I'll give you what you want, but I have a condition: you absolutely cannot harm a single hair on my friend's head, or you'll definitely regret it!"

By now, Yang Fan understood what was going on. He hadn't expected that his intimidation last night wasn't enough; some people were still determined to steal the Blood Relic.

What Yang Fan hadn't expected was that they wouldn't target him, but instead would attack those around him. This was something Yang Fan hadn't anticipated.

"Hehe, Mr. Yang, rest assured, we won't harm your friend until we get what we want. However, Mr. Yang, you should also understand that we're not good people. What if some people aren't cooperative… and your friend is quite a beauty, hehe… who knows what might happen!" "

Lotus Mountain, right? Okay, I'll be there right away!"

At this point, Yang Fan couldn't bring himself to make any threats. Although he wanted nothing more than to skin them alive, saving his friend was the most important thing right now!

"PS: Ten chapters delivered, today's burst of updates is temporarily over, happy holiday, brothers! Also, something else, some brothers left comments in the book review saying that the fantasy elements are too heavy, turning it into a fantasy novel. I really don't know what to say about this. According to the novel's outline, similar plots will definitely appear later, but does that really make it a fantasy novel? I can't say anything, but what I want to say is that whether it's urban or fantasy, it seems there's not much difference, anyway, it's all written by me, haha... Okay, actually what I want to say is that this book is about superpowers, it definitely can't be a pure urban novel, anyway, the book's purpose won't change, that's settled, why bother about this issue..."

Chapter 123 [Lotus Mountain]

"First update of the day, 555... I've been attacked twice in a row, brothers, can you bear it? No, we have to attack back, brothers, give it our all, let's attack back!"

"How is it? What happened to Jiaxin?"

While Yang Fan was on the phone, Dongfang Lan and Shui Xin were listening quietly. However, from Yang Fan's words, they guessed that Lin Jiaxin had been kidnapped. They were only asking to confirm it.

"Sister Jiaxin has been kidnapped!"

Yang Fan said apologetically as he put down his phone.

"Kidnapped? But Xinxin has never offended anyone?"

Dongfang Lan asked with a grim expression.

"It's because of me. I've dragged Sister Jiaxin into this!"

Yang Fan knew that if it weren't for the Blood Relic in his possession, this wouldn't have happened.

However, it was too late for regrets at this point. He shifted his gaze to Shui Xin and said, "Little Master Shui Xin, could you do me a favor?"

Slightly taken aback, Shui Xin clearly hadn't expected Yang Fan to suddenly approach her. Although puzzled, she nodded and said, "Go ahead!"

"Thank you!"

After thanking him, Yang Fan continued, "I hope you can protect Sister Lan. At least until I return, you must protect her every step of the way. Master Shui Xin, if you can agree to this condition, then I will also agree to return to your sect with you!"

Shui Xin glanced at Yang Fan with slight surprise. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't agree to her request after she had practically begged him until his lips were hoarse last night, yet he agreed to her condition for a woman. This subtly changed her opinion of Yang Fan.

Similarly, Dongfang Lan was also stunned. Although she was also concerned for her good friend's safety, seeing Yang Fan panicked over Lin Jiaxin's situation still made her feel a pang of sadness.

But now, similarly, she was actually begging Shui Xin for her sake and agreeing to her conditions. In an instant, Dongfang Lan's displeasure vanished without a trace; instead, a deep sense of gratitude welled up inside her.

Although she hadn't known Yang Fan for very long, she understood his temperament better than he understood himself. While Yang Fan appeared kind and gentle to everyone, he was actually someone who wouldn't yield to force and was incredibly arrogant.

Yet now, he had actually set aside his pride and humbled himself to beg Shui Xin for her protection. It was precisely this that drastically changed Dongfang Lan's attitude towards Yang Fan.

Before this, while she couldn't deny her feelings for Yang Fan, those feelings remained rational, a kind of emotion somewhere between friendship and love. She could retreat or advance as she pleased; the initiative was entirely in her own hands. If she wanted to withdraw one day, she could easily and gracefully let go of this relationship.

But now, Dongfang Lan knew she was completely captivated. The moment Yang Fan humbled himself to beg Shui Xin to protect her, she had already fallen for him, and was now hopelessly smitten! She knew she would never forget this man before her!

Unconsciously, her gaze towards Yang Fan changed. Though still alluring and seductive, it now held an indelible tenderness. Unfortunately, Yang Jieping, preoccupied with Lin Jiaxin's safety, failed to notice this meltingly tender affection…

Lotus Mountain, a famous mountain in Yanjing, is located east of the city, facing the sea. Covering approximately two to three square kilometers, its highest peak reaches 1000 meters above sea level. Twenty kilometers from downtown Yanjing, it is a national A-level tourist attraction, a scenic spot in Yanjing, blending ancient ruggedness with modern beauty.

There is a beautiful myth about the origin of Lotus Mountain. Legend has it that long, long ago, a wicked dragon roamed the East Sea, causing havoc at the mouth of the Yanjing River, frequently flooding fields, capsizing ships, and bringing immense suffering to the coastal inhabitants.

When Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, was traveling through the area, she witnessed the dragon's devastation and the resulting devastation and, out of compassion, threw the lotus flower it rode into the water, thus subduing the dragon. The lotus flower then transformed into a giant rock, forever guarding the mountain. And so, Lotus Mountain got its name.

This was originally a beautiful place, but Yang Fan sensed something amiss two kilometers from Lotus Mountain!

He felt a familiar yet equally repulsive aura. It gave him a vague sense of unease, as if something particularly repulsive was watching him, but when he looked closely, he couldn't see anything!

All around was darkness!

Even on a dark and windy night, when ordinary people couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces, it wouldn't affect a martial artist like Yang Fan. Especially after breaking through to the Qi Movement Realm, Yang Fan's application and understanding of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth reached a completely new level. Therefore, the darkness and complex weather were almost negligible to him.

But now, he could see and discover nothing, only darkness. This was naturally extremely abnormal.

Moreover, as he approached Lotus Mountain, the feeling of being spied on became increasingly obvious. Yang Fan discovered that the valley ahead seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist.

"An illusion array?"

Stopping at the foot of Lotus Mountain, Yang Fan did not continue forward. Instead, he stopped in place, and his spiritual power spread out in all directions, gradually enveloping the entire Lotus Mountain.

Back when his cultivation was still at the fifth level of the Fetal Breathing Realm, Yang Fan, who had cultivated the Immovable King True King, already had enough spiritual power to cover the entire Heavenly Might Martial Arts Hall. Although the area of the Heavenly Might Martial Arts Hall could not compare to the area of the entire Lotus Mountain, he was no longer the same naive person he once was!

The Qi Movement Realm is a turning point in the cultivation process, and also a process of spiritual transformation. This is because the Qi Movement Realm requires mastery of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which in turn requires spiritual power to perceive.

Therefore, compared to the Fetal Breathing Realm, the Qi Movement Realm represents a significant breakthrough in spiritual power. Having practiced the Immovable King Mantra, a Buddhist esoteric technique, Yang Fan's spiritual power was many times stronger than that of ordinary Qi Movement Realm experts. His

spiritual power slowly radiated out, and gradually, the entire scene of Lotus Mountain was imprinted in Yang Fan's mind. Moreover, Yang Fan knew that this was far from his limit, but this was not the time to test the strength of his spiritual power, so he quickly gathered his thoughts and began searching for his target.

However, to Yang Fan's surprise, his spiritual power didn't detect many targets throughout the entire mountain. But after some searching, he found Lin Jiaxin's hiding place.

Lin Jiaxin was currently tied up in a pavilion on the mountain. However, according to Yang Fan's spiritual perception, Lin Jiaxin's face was flushed, and she was fidgeting restlessly.

"These beasts!"

Upon discovering Lin Jiaxin's condition, Yang Fan's killing intent surged. He disregarded everything else and immediately used his movement technique to rush towards Lin Jiaxin's hiding place.

In the darkness, Yang Fan moved like a ghost through the jungle, making no sound whatsoever, even passing through tree branches. Only the gentle mountain breeze echoed through the forest…

Before long, Yang Fan arrived at Lin Jiaxin's hiding place, but upon seeing Lin Jiaxin's condition with his own eyes, the killing intent he had just suppressed erupted once more.

A red ribbon was tied around Lin Jiaxin's body, passing under her neck, splitting into two strands, wrapping around her shoulder blades, exiting from under her armpits, and circling her large, full breasts before wrapping around her back. To be precise, Lin Jiaxin was currently bound to a chair.

The ribbon binding her was clearly very strong, and the method of binding was quite peculiar. No matter how she twisted and turned, she couldn't break free; instead, the binding only tightened. Her breasts, so large that even with both hands clasped together, they might not be able to grasp one, were accentuated to their extreme shape.

Yang Fan took a deep breath. Even though he knew this wasn't the right time to indulge in admiring the scenery, he couldn't help but steal a few deep glances at those bulging breasts.

"Sister Jiaxin, are you alright?"

Yang Fan asked softly, only moving slightly closer without rashly trying to untie the ribbon. Lin Jiaxin's face was flushed abnormally, and Yang Fan sensed that if he went to untie her, it might make things worse.

Lin Jiaxin barely opened her alluring eyes, tossed a strand of hair across her face, and glanced at Yang Fan.

Seeing her coquettish, seductive gaze, full of spring-like desire, Yang Fan couldn't help but think, "Oh no!"

The worst-case scenario was that Lin Jiaxin had been drugged and something had already happened. However, judging from her constantly writhing legs and the dampness at her feet, she was probably only being tortured; the worst was yet to come!

"Who are you?"

Because of the stranger's presence, Lin Jiaxin's hazy eyes finally regained some focus, but she felt incredibly ashamed. Although her clothes were intact, her appearance was utterly ruined!

It's no wonder Lin Jiaxin thought this way; saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, soaking a large patch of her chest.

While the fabric of her clothes wasn't transparent, it couldn't withstand water; once wet, it would become semi-transparent, making her look extremely unsightly. Her loose hair, which had initially concealed the puddle of water on her chest, hadn't revealed her unsightly condition to Yang Fan.

However, the way she tossed her hair around shifted the strand, exposing the unusual sight at her chest. The damp fabric revealed a very clear, semi-transparent appearance, and the bra cups below were extremely sparse, only half-cup. Yang Fan held his breath after just one glance!

"Ling!"

But at that moment, a burst of light suddenly erupted from the darkness, a curved blade slicing through the darkness, directly stabbing towards Yang Fan's back…

Chapter 124 [Unleashing a Bloodbath]

"Hmph, I've been waiting for you!"

The sudden thrust from the shadows interrupted Yang Fan's reverie. Without even turning his head, he caught the incoming sword with two fingers. At the same time, behind him appeared a figure completely shrouded in black, only his eyes visible. But those eyes revealed a fierce killing intent.

"Lin!"

But just as Yang Fan clamped the sword tip, a thick smoke suddenly billowed from the black figure, and the figure vanished from the spot. The blade that Yang Fan was holding suddenly went limp, slipped from his grasp, and then pointed at his waist.

"Huh? Not bad!"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, turned around, hoisted Lin Jiaxin onto his back, and leaped up, his toes touching the tip of the opponent's blade as he flew through the air, retreating straight back three zhang!

"Good lightness skill!"

The black figure, having missed its attack, did not strike again, but retreated several zhang, its sinister eyes fixed on Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at the figure up and down and asked, "A Japanese ninja?"

Hearing Yang Fan's question, the black figure showed no surprise, maintaining its fighting stance, and said, "You have some eyesight, but do you think you can save your woman like this? Let me tell you the truth, your woman has been poisoned with the Delightful Soul Powder. Without the antidote... Hmph!"

He deliberately paused here.

Yang Fan remained unmoved, merely smiling faintly, and said, "Oh? So what?"

The shadowy figure looked at Yang Fan as if he were a fool, laughing loudly, "Are you stupid? What can you do? Without the antidote, in at most an hour, her desire will completely erupt. At that time, she will break free of the ribbons like a bitch in heat, and... * [do something] with every rod-like object in her sight. What do you think will happen?"

Yang Fan's gaze sharpened, his five fingers clenched tightly together, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart, before he said, "Fine, very well! People of the Yamamoto family, I, Yang Fan, will remember you. I brought the Holy Buddha Relic. Hand over the antidote, and I might spare your life!"

The shadowy figure stared blankly at Yang Fan for a moment before suddenly laughing loudly, "Did you hear what I said? Spare my life? Hmph!"

As he spoke, a thick smoke suddenly erupted beneath him. His figure was about to disappear again in the smoke, but at that moment, he felt a tightening around his neck, and his body was lifted up.

With his right hand gripping the other's throat, Yang Fan sneered, "Let me tell you, even the Yin-Yang Five Elements Escape technique from my Chinese Qimen Dunjia can't escape my eyes. Let alone that third-rate ninjutsu from that island nation!"

"Oh? You're getting a little too proud!"

The shadowy figure showed no fear, letting out a cold snort and a slight tremor.

Yang Fan felt his hand suddenly empty; the figure he'd grabbed had transformed into a piece of clothing.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, reaching to the side and grabbing the other's neck again.

He himself hadn't expected the Holy Buddha Relic to have such an effect. Anyone within five feet of him would be rendered ineffective by any invisibility or escape techniques.

The moment the other approached, he was detected. There was absolutely no chance of escaping now.

Being caught by Yang Fan again was no longer a matter of luck. The shadowy figure, somewhat discouraged but unwilling to give up, tried again. Unfortunately, no matter how he dodged, Yang Fan's hand was like a ghost, always managing to grab him just as he was about to escape.

"Had enough fun? If you've had enough, then die!"

With that, Yang Fan suddenly increased the pressure in his fingers, and a cracking sound of breaking bones rang out. The next moment, the shadowy figure's body went limp!

Ignoring the shadowy figure's corpse, Yang Fan coldly laughed at the void: "What, are you still planning to hide? Or do you think I can't detect your existence at all?" As

soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, the entire sky fell silent again, broken only by the rustling of leaves rustling against each other in the forest. It was as if there was no one else there except him.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Yang Fan formed a palm and cleaved a clump of bushes to his right. A gust of wind swept through, shattering the bushes into pieces.

The instant his palm struck the bushes, a dark figure leaped from them, a flash of light, and slashed at Yang Fan!

"A mere grain of rice dares to rival the sun and moon?"

A cold laugh rang out as the Blood-Drinking Sword suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's hand, a crimson sword beam shooting forth and colliding with the dark figure in mid-air.

With a resounding thud, the dark figure plummeted from the sky, but upon landing, it instantly split in two. Crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, accompanied by a black, yellow, and white substance. The dark figure had been cleaved in two by Yang Fan's sword!

Having killed one person with a single strike, Yang Fan remained unfazed, his figure, carrying Lin Jiaxin, vanishing from the spot. The next moment, he appeared before a stone lion outside the pavilion. His Blood-Drinking Sword was aimed directly at the lion's eyes.

Under the moonlight, the lion's surface emitted a dim white light; the area around it was bare, offering no hiding place. However, just as Yang Fan's sword tip was about to pierce the lion, an unbelievable black shadow leaped from its surface. But instead of attacking Yang Fan, the shadow turned and tried to flee.

"Trying to leave now? Too late!"

Before the words were even finished, another sword beam flashed from Yang Fan's hand, and the black shadow that had just leaped from the lion fell weightlessly, landing squarely on top of it. In an instant, a large pool of crimson blood gushed from beneath the lion! Having

slain another, Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged. He suddenly leaped up, his Blood-Drinking Sword flashing with a blood-red light, and six figures appeared in the sky, each stabbing in a different direction.

Six muffled groans followed, and when Yang Fan landed back on the ground, the mist that had permeated the mountains and forests miraculously dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, Lotus Mountain returned to its original state.

Actually, Yang Fan didn't want to let her off so easily, but Lin Jiaxin's poison needed to be treated quickly. Lying on his back, she kept writhing her body; under the influence of the drug, she had long lost her reason, and all her actions were purely instinctive.

Perhaps sensing the masculine scent emanating from Yang Fan, Lin Jiaxin became restless, moving her unusually full breasts back and forth on his back, constantly teasing his senses.

Although he knew that her actions were entirely due to the drug, Yang Fan still couldn't completely suppress the strange feeling. This made Yang Fan involuntarily think of a term: breast massage!

Indeed, Lin Jiaxin's current actions gave Yang Fan that feeling. Although it was only localized, the allure, even in its most direct form, was unbearable for a virgin like him…

Yang Fan knew that Lin Jiaxin's drug had fully taken effect. If this problem wasn't resolved quickly, the drug's effects would be unpredictable, even for Yang Fan!

However, Yang Fan didn't pin his hopes on these Japanese ninjas for the antidote. Knowing their methods well, he wasn't foolish enough to believe they carried the antidote.

Moreover, Yang Fan knew these people were nothing more than lackeys following orders; even without killing them, he couldn't extract any useful information from them.

That's why Yang Fan acted without hesitation. As for who was behind it all, he already knew even if they didn't say!

Killing nine Japanese ninjas in one go, Yang Fan appeared outwardly unchanged, but in reality, the exertion was enormous. Each of these nine ninjas possessed strength comparable to a Chinese martial artist at the Innate level; according to their own strength classification, they were all Chunin.

Chunin are a rare breed in some Japanese ninja clans; having even one or two is considered good. Even for a super ninja clan like the Yamamoto, deploying nine Chunin at once is no easy feat. Yang Fan's annihilation of nine Chunin will undoubtedly cripple the entire Yamamoto clan!

In Japan, the Yagyu clan, primarily known for its Onmyoji (exorcists), and the Yamamoto clan, primarily known for its ninjas, are the strongest clans, both with very ancient histories. Although Yang Fan hasn't had much direct interaction with the Yamamoto clan, he had some contact with them during a previous mission.

Therefore, he has a certain understanding of the Yagyu clan's strength. Since the Yamamoto clan is on par with the Yagyu, their strength should be no less than the Yagyu's.

Using the Yagyu clan's strength as a benchmark for the Yamamoto clan, while not entirely accurate, isn't too far off.

Therefore, Yang Fan knows that annihilating nine Chunin will be enough to cause them considerable pain for a while. As for whether they will retaliate, Yang Fan isn't overly worried.

Even if they didn't come looking for him, Yang Fan wouldn't let them go. He just didn't have time right now. These nine Chunin were just a little interest he'd collected beforehand.

"Gentlemen, you've been watching the show for so long, isn't it time to come out and meet them?"

Putting away his Blood-Drinking Sword, Yang Fan didn't rush to leave. Instead, he turned his gaze to an ancient tree not far away, as thick as two people could hug.

"Hehe, as expected of a legend in the assassin world. I thought we had perfectly concealed our aura, but I didn't expect we still couldn't escape your eyes!"

As Yang Fan's voice fell, two tinkling laughs suddenly came from behind the ancient tree. Accompanied by the light laughter, two graceful figures emerged from behind the ancient tree...

05-02
Chapter 125 [Because You Are a Woman]

"There has never been a technique in this world that can perfectly conceal one's aura. Although you, Poppy, are the most skilled at concealing your aura among the Four Heavenly Kings, it's a pity you overlooked one point, and it is precisely this point that makes it impossible for you to perfectly conceal yourself!"

Appearing in front of Yang Fan were two women completely wrapped in black leather, like female agents. One of them was none other than Nether Serpent, whom Yang Fan had met once before.

As for the other, although she wasn't wearing a mask, her jet-black hair covered most of her almost perfect face. From Yang Fan's angle, he could only see an incredibly sexy cherry mouth and a delicate nose.

Although he couldn't clearly see the other person's face, Yang Fan recognized them at a glance. This person was none other than the Flower King, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Assassin's Guild, second only to himself in strength, and known for her concealment, poison, and the name "Poppy Flower"!

The Four Heavenly Kings were roughly equal in strength, but each had their own area of expertise. Take Poppy Flower before him, for example; her greatest strengths lay in poison and concealment.

Legend had it that her poison was silent and colorless, capable of killing without a trace. Even those killed by her poison couldn't be diagnosed by forensic doctors, who could only conclude it was a natural death.

Furthermore, her methods of concealing her identity were equally formidable. No one knew her identity, and no one had ever seen her face. Even if she stood right in front of you, you wouldn't know her true identity; she was like a ghost in the night, appearing and disappearing without a trace!

She once accepted a mission to assassinate a high-ranking military and political figure in South Africa. Alone, she moved freely among a million soldiers, and no one discovered her presence until three days after the high-ranking official died in his study. It was then that news of his death spread.

And it was from that moment that the name "Poppy" truly became known. However, the strangest thing is that she never disguised herself or wore makeup, always appearing with her true face, yet no one has ever truly seen her features.

Furthermore, she always appeared silently before them, and no one knew where she came from. After completing her mission, she would mysteriously disappear again…

Even this time, Yang Fan had only just discovered her presence. At the foot of the mountain, Yang Fan had scanned the entire Lotus Mountain with his spiritual power, but he hadn't detected her aura.

Yet, Yang Fan knew that she had arrived here long before he did. He was extremely curious about how she had concealed her aura and evaded his spiritual scan.

Spiritual power is intangible and formless; anything with life force cannot escape its scan. Generally, weak spiritual power can only detect large, vibrant life forms, while stronger spiritual power allows for more detailed scanning, easily detecting everything from ordinary people to ants and mosquitoes.

Yang Fan didn't consider his spiritual power abnormal, but among those at the same level, few could surpass him. Moreover, Poppy's strength was clearly only at the Innate Realm, more than one realm lower than his own, yet she could escape his mental scan. This was what Yang Fan was most curious about.

"Oh? Then I'd like to ask Supreme Wolf, what exactly did I overlook that allowed you to discover my hiding place?"

Poppy spoke as soon as Yang Fan recognized her.

Everyone has their own confidence. Especially for a Heavenly King-level assassin like Poppy, they have blind confidence in themselves, and even more so invincible confidence in their areas of expertise.

Now, Yang Fan not only discovered Poppy's hiding place but also exposed the fatal flaw in her hidden technique. This not only touched her confidence but also stirred her pride!

Poppy's voice was beautiful and melodious; he believed that if she were a singer, she would definitely be no less than Shen Ruolan. But her voice was different from Shen Ruolan's; Shen Ruolan's voice revealed a kind of joy, a love for the world!

Poppy's voice, beautiful as it was, concealed a cold indifference that kept people at a distance. There was an indescribable emptiness, as if nothing in the world mattered to her anymore.

From her voice, Yang Fan could easily sense her disgust for the world and her dissatisfaction with society. In other words, her past must have been filled with hardship and injustice, leading to her loathing and resentment towards the world.

In just an instant, Yang Fan gained a comprehensive understanding of Poppy. The world is often strange like this. Some people spend every day together, yet they can never truly connect, never develop any understanding.

But some people, perhaps strangers, never even meeting, can understand each other's inner thoughts with just a glance, a gesture, or a word. One can even see into the other's past through a seemingly insignificant action, thus gaining a complete understanding of the person.

And now, Yang Fan's situation was just like that. Although he and Poppy were both members of the assassin organization, they had no interaction whatsoever, and even now, they had only exchanged a single sentence. But that one sentence gave her a definite understanding of him.

This was undeniably absurd; who would dare claim to know someone after just one glance? Yet everything felt so natural, even Yang Fan felt it was perfectly reasonable, without the slightest awkwardness…

“If I told you it was because you’re a woman that you exposed your hiding place, would you believe me?”

Yang Fan coughed, somewhat embarrassed.

Because you’re a woman, that’s why your whereabouts were exposed? What kind of logic was that? Even Yang Fan himself felt a little embarrassed saying it. This statement seemed easily misunderstood, as if he were flirting with her!

But that was precisely the truth, and Yang Fan didn’t want to deceive her…

“I believe you!”

To his surprise, Poppy wasn’t angry; instead, she looked thoughtful.

"Oh? Why would you choose to believe me?"

Yang Fan asked, slightly curious.

"Because you're the Supreme Assassin!"

"The Supreme Assassin? But you're also an assassin, don't you know assassins never keep their word? How credible do you think an assassin's words are?"

"Indeed, believing an assassin means the end of that person's life. Because an assassin only talks to someone because they want to kill them. But you're different, because you're Crippled Wolf, so you have no reason to lie to me!"

"Am I really that kind of person?"

Yang Fan touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed.

"Pfft!"

Seeing Yang Fan's reaction, the Nether Serpent beside the poppy couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't expected that this supreme assassin would be so narcissistic…

Yang Fan also realized his lapse in composure, coughed lightly, and continued, “Actually, what I said about being exposed because you're a woman is true!”

“Whether human or animal, everyone emits a unique and natural scent. This scent can be fragrant or foul, strong or weak. Different people emit different scents; no two people have exactly the same body odor. Therefore, body odor can be considered one of each person's unique characteristics, and also a way to identify someone.”

“Many actions rely on smell, on distinguishing the other person's body odor, to identify them. I believe you all know this. And we humans are the same!”

“However, the human sense of smell is far less acute than the sense of smell; you can't distinguish someone's identity solely by body odor. Of course, there are other reasons for this, such as the fact that many people nowadays like to use cosmetics and perfumes. It is precisely because of these products that a person's natural body odor is masked…”

“I never use perfume!”

Poppy interrupted Yang Fan.

"I know!"

Yang Fan nodded and said casually, not paying attention to the ambiguity in his statement. He hadn't smelled it up close, so how would he know the other person wasn't wearing perfume?

However, he didn't seem to care and continued, "Neither you nor I are ordinary people. You should understand that people like us have far more sensitive eyesight, hearing, and even smell than the average person. So, even if there's perfume to mask it, we can still tell. You wouldn't deny that, would you?"

Poppy nodded thoughtfully, seemingly pondering the true meaning behind Yang Fan's words. After a long silence, she continued, "I know what you're saying, and it's not that I'm confident, but I have a secret method to hide my body odor, so..."

Yang Fan smiled mysteriously, "That's natural. Given that you, Poppy, are renowned in the assassin world for your stealth, it's not surprising that you have such methods; it would be strange if you didn't. However, the body odor I'm talking about cannot be hidden by any secret method. Moreover, you yourself are unaware of this scent!"

"Oh? Can't be hidden by any secret method? And I don't even know my own scent? What is it?"

Poppy looked at Yang Fan with slight surprise. Did he know more about her body than she did? Of course, she wouldn't ask that question aloud!

"Hehe, because you have a natural body fragrance, and the culprit that exposed your identity is precisely this natural body fragrance!"

At this point, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat...

"PS: Third update delivered, more coming later. While today's update isn't a huge one, it's still a small one. Brothers, please support me with flowers! Hehe!"

Chapter 126 [Natural Body Fragrance]

The origins of natural body fragrance have been debated throughout history, with no clear record in ancient texts. However, women with a natural fragrance have always been considered exceptionally beautiful!

The most famous are Xi Shi and Yang Guifei, two of the Four Beauties of ancient China. Xi Shi, known for her beauty and fragrance, was chosen by a minister of the Yue Kingdom and presented to King Fuchai of Wu. King Fuchai specially built Fragrant Stream and Fragrant Path for Xi Shi, indulging in pleasure with her daily amidst the rich fragrance.

As for Yang Guifei, legend has it that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, while visiting the Hot Spring Palace, encountered a beautiful woman with an alluring fragrance. He was captivated by her, took her as his own, and made her a concubine. This woman was Yang Yuhuan.

Yang Guifei suffered from hyperhidrosis, her sweat soaking through her handkerchiefs. Emperor Xuanzong found her sweat fragrant and even built a fragrant pavilion for her. Li Bai was once summoned to write the poem "Qing Ping Le," in which the lines "A branch of red blossoms, dew-laden

and fragrant, leans against the railing north of the Agarwood Pavilion" emphasize the word "fragrance." Besides these two famous beauties, the Fragrant Concubine of the Qing Dynasty is another well-documented fragrant woman. Legend has it that she possessed a

natural fragrance, emanating without the use of perfumes. The Fragrant Concubine was from Kashgar, Xinjiang. Her unique fragrance captivated Emperor Qianlong, who bestowed upon her the title of Fragrant Concubine, granting her enduring favor and allowing her to spend twenty-eight years in the palace. The fragrance of a foreign beauty could bewitch a wise and benevolent ruler,

demonstrating the immense allure of fragrance! Regardless of the specific accounts, all accounts highlight the allure of this fragrance to men.

This fragrance can stimulate hormones, directly triggering a brain reaction and generating impulses. This aromatic scent released by the body is generally undetectable to the person emitting it; only others, especially the opposite sex, can truly perceive it. When these scents mix with sweat and are secreted, their effect on the opposite sex is indescribable…

Women with a natural body odor are like martial arts prodigies with extraordinary talent; there might not be one in millions. And even if there is, it doesn't necessarily mean it's fragrant, because body odor is also a type of body odor!

Therefore, women who possess a natural body odor, especially one that smells like flowers, are not only rare but also among the most exquisite of women!

Such women don't need any cosmetics; they can attract the attention of the opposite sex simply by standing there casually. Because they have a scent that is naturally attractive to men…

“Natural body odor?”

Poppy was clearly surprised by Yang Fan's words. She had also heard about natural body odor, but she never expected that she would possess it herself. Now

that Yang Fan had put it this way, she understood what was going on. Because she didn't know she had a natural body odor, she naturally didn't pay attention to this issue when using secret techniques to conceal her scent.

Moreover, even if she had noticed it, since she couldn't smell it, she couldn't be sure whether the scent had been concealed.

However, these words, coming from Yang Fan, a grown man, carried a different tone! Poppy's beautiful eyes, hidden beneath her black hair, stared intently at Yang Fan's face, as if trying to discern something.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan remained composed, as if what he had just said had nothing to do with him. In reality, however, Yang Fan was incredibly nervous, but his acting was so convincing that no one noticed.

After observing him for a full half minute, Poppy reluctantly withdrew her gaze, having found nothing on Yang Fan's face, and said, "A word from you is worth more than ten years of study. Supreme Lord Crippled Wolf's reminder tonight has been remembered by Poppy. If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave."

"Oh? Aren't you also here for the Holy Buddha Relic?"

Yang Fan asked, slightly surprised.

Poppy said with a hint of self-satisfaction, "Hehe, not bad, we did come for the Holy Buddha's relics, but we also know our place. Trying to snatch something from the hands of the Supreme Wolf is tantamount to certain death. We originally came to pick up some bargains, but since we can't get any now, there's no need for us to stay any longer!"

"..."

Yang Fan hadn't expected Poppy to speak so directly. It was said that Poppy, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, was known for her cunning, poison, and unpredictability.

Cunning, poison, and unpredictability—these three combined earned Poppy her title as Heavenly King! But now it seemed the rumors weren't entirely true!

"In that case, I'll take my leave!" With

that, Yang Fan leaped up, carrying Lin Jiaxin on his back, and headed towards the city.

Lin Jiaxin's condition was worsening, and Yang Fan dared not delay, immediately unleashing his fastest speed. He moved like a soaring roc, each leap carrying him dozens of feet forward. In just a few bounds, he vanished completely from Lotus Mountain.

Only after Yang Fan had completely disappeared did the Serpent, who had remained silent throughout, speak to Poppy beside him: "Don't you have the antidote for the Delightful Desire Powder? Since we have no intention of making enemies with the Wolves, why not do him a favor?"

"Heh, why should I give him the antidote? Serpent, you don't understand men. If I had given him the antidote, perhaps he would be grateful to me for a short time, but in the long run, he would resent and hate me!"

"I don't understand!"

Serpent asked, puzzled.

"Because you're not a man!"

Poppy said mysteriously. Although her face was still hidden by her hair, that smile was enough to make the world pale in comparison, and all the flowers shimmer. Unfortunately, Yang Fan would never see that smile...

"..."

Serpent rolled his eyes. Yang Fan's words, "Because you're a woman," explained why their presence had been exposed. But now, Poppy Flower is using the excuse that "because you're not a man" to justify not providing the antidote. These two are truly not on the same wavelength!

Seeing the Serpent's speechless expression, Poppy Flower continued, "Let me ask you, if you were a man, and your woman was drugged with an aphrodisiac, what method would you most want to use to detoxify her?"

"What method would I use to detoxify her? Aphrodisiacs are different from ordinary poisons. Without an antidote, the only way is to have intercourse with her..."

At this point, the Serpent's beautiful eyes widened, staring at Poppy Flower in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that this method wasn't the other woman's idea.

Feeling a little embarrassed by the Serpent's gaze, Poppy Flower coughed lightly and said, "If I wasn't mistaken, that woman is still a virgin, which means that the Wolf hasn't taken her yet. And right now, it's undoubtedly the best opportunity for him... Tell me, if we step in now, wouldn't that ruin his plans?"

"But I don't think the Wolf is that kind of person!"

the Serpent said, still somewhat unconvinced.

"So you're not a man. Because you're not a man, you'll never understand a man's true thoughts. True, maybe Crippled Wolf isn't that kind of person, but what does that have to do with this? They'll be together sooner or later anyway; it's just that the time has been moved up!" "

Maybe someone's hiding somewhere

, secretly laughing right now?" Poppy didn't realize her tone was a little off...

"But... I feel like you're doing more harm than good. Things between men and women should develop naturally. What you're doing is tantamount to forcing them together. What if... they hate you in the future!"

Nether Serpent argued forcefully.

"Sigh, silly girl, you're not Canlang, so how would you know his true thoughts? Aren't all men the same? They all want to get a pretty woman into bed, right? All crows are black, I don't believe he's not like that!"

"You say I'm not a man? Are you? Do you really understand men's true thoughts? Do you really understand Canlang?"

Ming She didn't want to continue arguing with her and muttered under her breath.

"..."

Although Ming She's voice was soft, Poppy heard it clearly. However, she didn't think much of it. In her opinion, aren't all men in this world the same? If they have the chance to have a relationship with a beautiful woman, won't they try every means to do it?

Even if they don't have the chance, they'll try every possible way to create the conditions, like drugging her, deliberately getting her drunk, or using force—it's all too common. And now, someone is just the poor bastard who drugged Yang Fan!

Now, let's turn to another story. Yang Fan, descending from Lotus Mountain, didn't even consider that the poison master, Poppy Flower, might possess an antidote. As the saying goes, concern makes one blind; he seemed to have forgotten a fundamental truth: a true master of poison is often also a master of antidote!

Because every master poisoner must first understand and be familiar with the properties and effects of each poison before using it. Only by thoroughly understanding the properties of a poison can they perfectly unleash its power and use it with confidence.

Similarly, before using poison, they must be 100% certain they can neutralize its effects. Only by neutralizing the toxicity can they use it. Otherwise, they might poison themselves before even being able to poison anyone…

After descending the mountain, Yang Fan carried Lin Jiaxin and ran wildly, not even having time to flag down a car. However, Yang Fan's speed was not much slower than that of an ordinary car; he was like a wild horse, galloping recklessly across the road, so much so that most people couldn't even see him!

Even as he passed through the crowd, they only felt a gust of wind brush past them. By the time they reacted, Yang Fan had vanished without a trace!

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of "rapid marching," Dongfang Lan's apartment was almost in sight...

Chapter 127 [Bathroom Detoxification]

In Dongfang Lan's apartment, Dongfang Lan and Shui Xin had been waiting for a long time. Given what had happened, they naturally couldn't continue watching Shen Ruolan's concert. The two women returned home early, anxiously awaiting Yang Fan's return.

Because they didn't know where Yang Fan had gone and hadn't had time to ask, the two women had no other option but to wait. Pacing anxiously back and forth in the room, Dongfang Lan clenched her fists, her delicate brows furrowed, her face filled with worry.

She had practically no friends in Yanjing, and Lin Jiaxin was her only confidante, someone she could talk to about anything. But now, her friend had suddenly run into trouble; how could she not worry?

Especially today, she had actually played a little trick on her best friend. Although she thought she had done it very subtly, it was still done!

Before, she hadn't thought anything of it, but now, when Lin Jiaxin was in trouble, a deep sense of guilt rose in her heart. Although this matter had nothing to do with her, she had taken all the blame upon herself. It was precisely because of this that she felt she owed her best friend so much...

"Why isn't she back yet? Could something have happened?"

Pacing back and forth, Dongfang Lan kept muttering to herself, the sorrow between her brows impossible to shake off!

"Sister Dongfang, don't worry, I know Yang Fan's strength best. Even I'm no match for her, so don't worry, Sister Lin will be alright!"

Seeing Dongfang Lan's anxious face, Shui Xin couldn't help but comfort her.

"Sister Shui Xin, you don't understand, you don't understand!"

With a soft sigh, Dongfang Lan didn't explain anything. She knew that although Shui Xin looked to be sixteen or seventeen, she was very innocent and didn't understand her own problems at all.

"Is this matter of love really so complicated? No wonder my master once told me that the secular world is a big dye vat that can shape different personalities. Moreover, anyone who gets involved in the secular world will be more or less tainted by its trials. It seems that once this matter is settled, I should return to my sect immediately. This place is not suitable for me!"

Seeing Dongfang Lan's anxious state, Shui Xin secretly made up her mind. Even if she had to use force, she would definitely take Yang Fan away and let her master use Buddhist teachings to dispel the murderous aura on him...

"Bang!"

Just as the two women were thinking different things, Dongfang Lan's door was suddenly kicked open by brute force, and then Yang Fan stumbled in.

Before the two women could speak, he said, "Quick, fill the bathroom with cold water, take off Jiaxin's clothes, and wash her body with cold water!"

Slightly startled, Dongfang Lan didn't understand what Yang Fan meant, but after a moment of hesitation, she rushed into the bathroom and did as he instructed.

Soon, the large bathtub was filled with cold water, and Yang Fan placed Lin Jiaxin in it. The cold water caused the color in Lin Jiaxin's face to fade slightly, but even so, she didn't regain her senses.

"Sister Lan, keep taking off Jiaxin's clothes and continuously washing her body with cold water. Don't stop, Jiaxin is poisoned!"

At this moment, Yang Fan didn't even bother to look at Lin Jiaxin's alluring body, anxiously instructing Dongfang Lan.

He hadn't expected the potency of this "Delightful Soul Powder" to be so strong; Lin Jiaxin was now burning hot, like a raging fire. This high temperature is different from the high temperature of a fever. It's caused by the drug's effects, which accelerates blood circulation and raises body temperature. Therefore, if not treated quickly, Lin Jiaxin could potentially be burned into a vegetative state by this drug's effects!

In a short time, the cold water in the bathtub was cooled to lukewarm by the heat emanating from Lin Jiaxin's body, and the temperature continued to rise…

Aphrodisiacs are different from ordinary poisons. Ordinary poisons are mostly implanted in the bloodstream, causing extensive damage and triggering various symptoms.

But aphrodisiacs are different. Their effects are directly implanted into the nervous system, stimulating desire. Driven by desire, the person completely loses their reason and only knows how to vent their desires through any means.

If the desire is not vented, under the drug's influence, not only will the blood flow rapidly throughout the body, but a large amount of fluid will also be secreted. Once all fluid is lost, even a sage could not save her!

Because of the unique properties of aphrodisiacs, besides corresponding antidotes and detoxifications, there's another way to release pent-up desire: through sexual intercourse. Once this desire is successfully released, even without an antidote, the person experiencing the effects will naturally recover!

Right now, it's no longer appropriate for Yang Fan to stay in the bathroom. Although Lin Jiaxin isn't completely undressed, her clothes have become transparent after being soaked in water, clearly revealing her nipples and pubic hair.

Moreover, she's muttering incoherently, her face flushed, overflowing with desire!

Yang Fan, being a normal man, naturally reacts normally. Although he wanted to stay a little longer, it wasn't the right time. After explaining some things to Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan left the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, he nearly bumped into Shui Xin just as he reached the doorway. Taking a step back to maintain a safe distance, Shui Xin asked, "Is Sister Lin alright?"

Seeing Shui Xin, an idea suddenly struck Yang Fan. He glanced at her before saying, "She's been poisoned, and it's a rather unusual poison. Could you do me a favor and use your inner energy to expel the toxins from her body? It's not very convenient for a grown man like me!"

Shui Xin seemed to be seeing Yang Fan for the first time, her gaze sweeping over him as if trying to confirm if he had truly said those words.

With her keen eyesight, she could easily see that both Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin had feelings for Yang Fan. In her opinion, could a man who was simultaneously involved with two women be a gentleman?

The answer would undoubtedly be yes, but now, seeing Yang Fan's clear, unwavering eyes, she was doubtful! Had she really misjudged him?

Shaking her head, Shui Xin dismissed the thought. What kind of person he was had nothing to do with her, a nun. Her mission was simply to bring him back and use Buddhist teachings to neutralize the murderous intent within him, thus eliminating one demon from the world!

"Don't worry, I know what to do!"

With that, Shui Xin went straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Yang Fan rubbed his nose, puzzled by Shui Xin's actions, but he didn't care. As long as she agreed to help, that was fine. With her Qi Circulation Level 3 strength, it wasn't impossible for

her to expel the poison from Lin Jiaxin's body. Back in the living room, Yang Fan finally had time to think about the whole incident. Logically speaking, the Japanese side wouldn't send nine Chunin all at once. The Holy Buddha Relic alone wouldn't be worth such a large-scale operation.

But now, they did it, and Yang Fan knew that behind those nine Chunin, there was definitely an even more powerful being controlling everything. Today's events were less about using Lin Jiaxin to threaten him and obtain the Holy Buddha Relic, and more about them testing his strength.

Yang Fan knew that if they truly intended to use Lin Jiaxin to seize the Holy Buddha Relic from him, they wouldn't have drugged Lin Jiaxin, nor would they have used ninjas against him. Instead, they would have sent someone to negotiate with him.

However, they didn't do that; they not only drugged Lin Jiaxin but also attacked him directly. In other words, if it weren't for his exceptional strength, he might not have returned tonight!

Sending nine Chunin as cannon fodder was not something an ordinary ninja clan could afford. Although Yang Fan understood that every clan had hidden trump cards and extremely powerful figures supporting them, these people wouldn't easily reveal themselves.

Moreover, in the Japanese ninja world, there was an unspoken rule: those above the Jonin level could not easily appear in the secular world. Because the strength of Jonin was enough to influence and destabilize the national political situation, the actions of those above Jonin were greatly restricted.

The strength of a Jonin was equivalent to a master of the Fetal Breathing Realm in Chinese martial arts. Above the Jonin level, there are further distinctions: Human Ninja, Earth Ninja, Heaven Ninja, and Divine Ninja. Their strength is analogous to the Chinese martial arts concepts of Fetal Breathing, Qi Movement, Spirit Refining, Void Transformation, and Primordial Chaos. Only the names differ.

Similarly, like the ninjas of Japan, those at the Fetal Breathing level or higher in China are not allowed to easily reveal themselves. This is not only a rule in Japan and China, but also a rule in the entire secular world.

Because in the West, there are also entities similar to Chinese martial artists, such as vampires, werewolves, and orcs, as well as Catholic missionaries, Indonesian sorcerers, and sorcerers… and so on. The strength of these forces is even far superior to that of the Japanese ninja world!

Getting back to the point, the Japanese ninja world has now sent a large number of ninjas into China, not only disregarding the rules but also targeting us. So, what is their purpose in doing this?

If their target isn't the Holy Buddha Relic, then what is it? Do they know the secret hidden within the Holy Buddha Relic? Or do they have other motives?

A multitude of questions flooded Yang Fan's mind. Just as he was racking his brains, Dongfang Lan's anxious voice suddenly came from the bathroom: "Little brother, come in quickly, Xin Xin is dying..."

"PS: Five chapters released, brothers, not many, but not bad, right? But no flowers all day, can you bear it? 555..."

Chapter 128 [Boundless Spring]

Hearing Dongfang Lan's call from the bathroom, Yang Fan was slightly taken aback. Could it be that even Shui Xin couldn't expel the poison? If that were the case, then the poison's potency was far too potent!

Aphrodisiacs, although a general term for all aphrodisiacs, vary greatly in potency depending on the formula. For example, ancient formulas like "Beauty's Smile Powder," "Acacia Powder," "Dry Seedlings Delight in Rain," "Flying Swallow Delight in Spring Powder," "Plain Maiden and Queen Mother," "Sobering Flower," and "Trembling Voice" are some of the more potent aphrodisiacs.

However, there are also some less potent drugs used by both men and women to enhance their pleasure. Such aphrodisiacs, even without intercourse or an antidote, wouldn't harm the body; at most, they'd cause temporary hyperactivity.

However, some folk remedies are extremely potent; without an antidote, the victim could be burned to death by the drug's effects!

Yang Fan initially thought that while Lin Jiaxin's aphrodisiac was strong, soaking her in cold water, along with Shui Xin's use of her internal energy to counteract the poison, should neutralize its effects. But hearing Dongfang Lan's anxious voice, Yang Fan knew the situation wasn't as simple as he'd imagined…

Nevertheless, despite his thoughts, Yang Fan rushed into the bathroom. Upon entering, he noticed both Dongfang Lan and Shui Xin's anxious expressions, along with a strange flush.

Yang Fan glanced at them and immediately understood. The power of the "Pleasure-Inducing Soul-Destroying Powder" was likely far greater than he'd anticipated!

"Little brother, this time I'm afraid you…"

Dongfang Lan's face flushed slightly; it was rather embarrassing to bring this up with Yang Fan. Especially since the favor he was asked to do was to help his friend relieve her pent-up desires!

This was a difficult situation to discuss. Moreover, Dongfang Lan had even previously expressed her feelings to her friend because of Yang Fan's situation. Yet now, she was about to offer the beautiful and delicate Lin Jiaxin into his arms. And that beauty possessed a pair of breasts that were unparalleled among women…

Shui Xin glanced at Dongfang Lan, then covered her mouth and laughed, gently patting her shoulder, saying, “Sister Dongfang, forget it, let me explain!”

She turned to Yang Fan and said, “Actually, there’s not much to say. You should be able to guess the situation yourself. The poison that Sister Lin is suffering from has some strange properties that not only cannot be expelled with true qi, but I even suspect there is no antidote. The only way to cure it is… cough cough, so only you can cure Sister Lin’s poison!”

Although Shui Xin spoke lightly on the surface, she was incredibly nervous inside. She was, after all, a girl. Although she was far more indifferent to such things than most people, it didn't mean she truly didn't care. Saying something like that was practically her limit!

Yang Fan coughed lightly, nodded to Shui Xin and Dongfang Lan, and then turned his gaze to Lin Jiaxin. This wasn't the time to refuse. Besides, such a good thing was something others would beg for; why would he turn it down?

"Little Xinxin's breasts,"

Yang Fan thought, his heart fluttering at the thought of Lin Jiaxin's proud bosom. He had once secretly admired those breasts. He had originally thought he'd never have the chance to see them, but unexpectedly, by chance, he would be able to play with them under these circumstances.

Lying in the bathtub, Lin Jiaxin had half her skin exposed, revealing only her snow-white shoulders and long, beautiful legs. Her once jade-white skin, induced by the drug, had turned a captivating pink. Undoubtedly, the soft pink skin was even more alluring to men than white!

Looking down at Lin Jiaxin, even though he knew she was not fully conscious, he was still deeply captivated by the beauty before him!

Dongfang Lan glanced at Yang Fan with a complex expression, then pulled Shui Xin away from the bathroom, leaving the space entirely to Yang Fan. For some reason, although she felt a bitter taste in her mouth, she wasn't jealous.

On the contrary, deep inside, she felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted from her heart; her heart was indescribably peaceful!

In truth, deep down, she didn't want Yang Fan's situation to affect their sisterly bond. Her decision today was entirely subconscious; after making it, she already regretted it, but hadn't had the chance to express her remorse.

But the current situation presented an opportunity for her, making Dongfang Lan feel that this was the best chance to resolve the misunderstanding between the sisters.

Therefore, upon learning that Lin Jiaxin had been poisoned with an aphrodisiac, she immediately stopped Shui Xin from using her internal energy to cure Lin Jiaxin. Instead, she conspired with Shui Xin to deliberately make Lin Jiaxin's condition appear more serious, then called Yang Fan in, hoping he could find another way to detoxify her…

In Dongfang Lan's view, only by doing this could she make up for her debt to her best friend. Having experienced this turn of events, she had already come to terms with it. Originally, she had no intention of marrying anyone. Although she had fallen for Yang Fan, it didn't mean she necessarily had to marry him.

In comparison, Lin Jiaxin had more potential to be a wife. As for herself, she knew her own limitations; no one could match her as a mistress or concubine!

Yang Fan was unaware of the secret plot between Dongfang Lan and Shui Xin. At this moment, he had no interest in investigating Dongfang Lan's ulterior motives, nor in probing the strength of the poison in Lin Jiaxin's body. His attention was completely captivated by the beautiful scene before him.

Lin Jiaxin, soaking in the bathtub, possessed a body as smooth and delicate as snow-white jade. Her neck was long and smooth, dazzling like white jade.

Beneath her sharply defined shoulders, two proudly erect, exceptionally full breasts, bulging with strength and beauty, were not only large and round but also slightly upturned, perfectly proportioned to her body. At the peaks, two small pink buds swayed and glowed in the gentle breeze, dazzlingly beautiful!

Although she was unconscious due to the effects of the drug, her body continued to writhe. As her slender waist swayed gracefully, Yang Fan's gaze involuntarily followed the gentle movement, landing on the juncture of her jade-like legs... There

, he saw a secluded path deeply embedded in the dense forest. Amidst the suffocating and explosive sensation, Yang Fan's mind went blank, filled with endless fantasies and illusions. Accompanying these fantasies were the gently trembling, devilish waist technique and those long, snow-white legs!

She trembled slightly, her breathing gradually becoming heavier, and her tightly closed knees slowly opened. Between her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip, her face was as red as blood, and her eyes were alluringly misty. Her half-open flower seemed about to be perfectly displayed before Yang Fan!

Lust had filled Yang Fan's heart, and chaotic, wicked thoughts swirled in his mind. Just as he was imagining these things, he noticed that the mysterious red lotus seemed to be confirming his thoughts. The pink petals, which had been closed, were slowly opening as her legs were forcefully spread apart!

Before long, the red lotus that Yang Fan couldn't take his eyes off, which he stared at intently, blossomed into a naturally beautiful, exquisitely crafted pink flower in the light of his lustful, thirsty gaze!

This beautiful, naturally blooming flower floated peacefully on Lin Jiaxin's silky smooth thighs. Under the warm, colored light, the deepest part of her heart seemed to gather all the luster of her body, rippling with a bright pink glow, as if to steal all his soul and strength.

Deep within that sacred abyss, now faintly, hazily, vividly pink, dreamlike and ethereal… it seemed as if a clear spring was about to flow from there. Her breathing had gradually become heavier, her entire delicate body trembling slightly. Between her murmured whispers, the spring colors of heaven and earth slowly began to ripple, spreading to every space!

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Yang Fan quickly removed all his clothes, then stepped into the bathtub.

Hugging her from behind, Yang Fan didn't hold back, grabbing one of Lin Jiaxin's breasts with each hand. He didn't know until he touched them; once he truly held those heaven-sent gifts, Yang Fan realized that all his previous estimations of Lin Jiaxin's breast size were completely inaccurate! C, D, all forgotten! Lin Jiaxin's beautiful breasts were a genuine E-cup!

Yang Fan's two large hands couldn't fully grasp Lin Jiaxin's breasts; even with both hands, some still peeked out from between his fingers!

While enjoying the grandeur of Lin Jiaxin's breasts, Yang Fan traced circles with his fingers, arousing her desire. Under the influence of the drug, Lin Jiaxin's heart was easily aroused, but her movements were unusually clumsy, like a virgin.

Yang Fan moved both hands down, grasping Lin Jiaxin's buttocks, applying slight pressure, and lifted her body slightly in the water. He then slid over to take her place, and once her weight overcame the buoyancy of the water, her body involuntarily fell onto him!

Seemingly influenced by Yang Fan, Lin Jiaxin, in a semi-conscious state, readily turned and snuggled into his arms, actively extending her tongue for a wet kiss. After kissing his lips, she continued kissing down his chin, his neck, his chest…

Chapter 129 [Passion Rising Like a Tide]

Yang Fan* His already aroused and playful little Yang Fan beat even more joyfully. Just as Lin Jiaxin turned to walk into Yang Fan's arms, little Yang Fan also squeezed in a little bit.

Lin Jiaxin, aroused, had a certain flair for a hot girl, but unfortunately, it was only in appearance. Her clumsy movements and somewhat tense muscles meant that although little Yang Fan had found a gap, he couldn't fully take advantage, instead ending up in an awkward position.

Yang Fan again caressed Lin Jiaxin's breasts, lifting her slightly to expose them, constantly teasing the sensitive tips. Affected, Lin Jiaxin began to sway her hips restlessly, but unexpectedly, this movement finally gave little Yang Fan an opportunity to make his move!

"Mmm..."

The moment Yang Fan completely possessed her, Lin Jiaxin let out a soft moan!

Perhaps due to the effects of the drug, for the first time, she showed no sign of pain. On the contrary, the moment Yang Fan completely took her, she felt a sense of emptiness being filled!

Initially, there were no guards, but as they went deeper, pulling down the door to block them was too late. How could the thin door possibly stop the vicious, hard giant?

Accompanied by Lin Jiaxin's soft cry, a vibrant red flower bloomed beneath her, a delicate, luscious red flower slowly unfolding in the water, its poignant beauty possessing an indescribable allure. And her virginity was thus officially lost...

Like a powerful sword paving the way, unstoppable, Yang Fan was surprised to find that despite his force, Lin Jiaxin only let out a slight moan when her virginity was broken. Otherwise, she showed no discomfort whatsoever, seemingly enjoying it immensely, eagerly responding to his movements, as if she wanted to merge herself into his body!

At first, he didn't quite understand, but after a moment's thought, he grasped the key.

The aphrodisiac had already greatly aroused and stimulated Lin Jiaxin's *,* and his *technique* further stimulated her fluid secretion. Therefore, Lin Jiaxin's first time was different from most women; she experienced almost no pain and quickly felt unparalleled pleasure.

However, while Yang Fan's entry was easy, withdrawal was quite difficult. Moreover, each withdrawal caused a torrent of pleasure, completely overwhelming his *little* Yang Fan. He had originally intended to show off his "nine shallow, one deep" technique, but to his surprise, he could only pull out about halfway; the tip seemed stuck inside, unable to come out any further.

Several attempts to retreat failed, instead triggering the suction within Lin Jiaxin's body, causing Yang Fan to involuntarily push in again. After several attempts, Yang Fan found a rather unusual method.

He would push forward a few times, then pull back sharply, resulting in Lin Jiaxin taking a few light breaths, then a sharp one. When she took a sharp breath, he would suddenly increase his force, slamming into her body.

This combination of forces naturally provided Lin Jiaxin with immense stimulation, further disrupting the flow of fluid that was about to overflow, causing a backflow of seawater.

When he pushed again, a series of "plop! plop!"

sounds were heard, a result of the backflowing seawater interacting with the air inside Lin Jiaxin's body. If you were to ask Yang Fan how he felt, his answer would likely be just five words: "Very smooth, very comfortable..."

Wave after wave of pleasure surged over Lin Jiaxin, and at this moment, she was completely intoxicated. As the waves of pleasure assaulted her, Lin Jiaxin was even more deeply immersed in it.

Furthermore, at this moment, she was essentially in a subconscious state, driven by the aphrodisiac, only knowing to desperately release the desires within her. Therefore, when Yang Fan thrust, she not only offered no resistance, but instead arched her hips, awkwardly responding to Yang Fan's movements.

Yang Fan's movements were no longer gentle; boundless violence gathered within him, all stemming from Lin Jiaxin's kidnapping. Moreover, the violence within him had not diminished due to the act of killing; on the contrary, it had accumulated even more!

Especially now, the violence accumulated within him had reached a critical point; if he didn't find a way to vent it soon, he felt he might go insane. Fortunately, Lin Jiaxin was there at this moment!

Yang Fan pounded into Lin Jiaxin's body forcefully, his hands relentlessly striking her buttocks. In a state of extreme excitement, Lin Jiaxin felt only pleasure, a tingling, numb, and blissful sensation; she felt no pain whatsoever. Each strike Yang Fan delivered was a reward for her, eliciting even more seductive moans. Lin Jiaxin's

cries further stimulated Yang Fan, his blows growing heavier with each strike. The blows swelled Lin Jiaxin's once snow-white, small, plump buttocks, turning them a deep, vibrant red, almost dripping with blood!

One, two, three, four blows—clear red handprints landed on Lin Jiaxin's fair, upturned buttocks, creating a striking visual contrast!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three more blows followed, all to the same spot. The reason for not changing locations was that the more force applied to the same spot, the more painful it would be, and after the pain subsided, it would become extremely sensitive!

"Mmm..."

After being hit several times by Yang Fan, Lin Jiaxin let out a soft moan, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her red lips bitten, and her slender, white hands gripped Yang Fan tightly. She seemed helpless, but... her misty eyes betrayed her true feelings: at this moment, she was enjoying it!

"Gulp!"

Yang Fan, who had never seen Lin Jiaxin like this before, couldn't help but swallow hard, thinking to himself, "No wonder the ancients came up with the term 'eager lust' to describe how a man feels when he encounters a woman. Right now, I'm really eager!"

"Haa..."

At the same time, under Yang Fan's various teasing methods, Lin Jiaxin also let out an extremely seductive moan!

It's like the Yangtze River breaching its banks. If the dam is sturdy and without any gaps, even a raging torrent can't stop it. But if there's a shoddy section, the flood will find its way in and rush forth uncontrollably.

At this moment, Lin Jiaxin's heart was like the Yangtze River breaching its banks; the tiny crack that appeared instantly widened, and her virginity, tainted by a single stain, became worthless.

"Hiss... um..."

A series of lingering, plaintive, melodious, and captivating moans escaped Lin Jiaxin's lips. She seemed to be cheering for Yang Fan...

The alluring moans of a top-tier voice actress are incredibly infectious; they can make men erect and women feel like they're overflowing with desire. Clearly, Lin Jiaxin was a top-tier voice actress.

Her face was exquisite, and her figure was equally exquisite. If one had to give her a score, it would probably be over 95 points. And with her moans added to the mix, her score, already at 95, jumped to a perfect 100!

Yang Fan's movements became even faster; he had an urge to shove his entire body into Lin Jiaxin's…

In the quiet bathroom, no words were needed at this moment; just a few gasps and moans were enough to convey everything! The two

were like professional athletes in a race, both making large movements, each trying to outdo the other in speed and strength. They were both fighting desperately, using all their strength to struggle and collide, trying to make their souls fly higher, faster, and farther…

Scream after scream accompanied Lin Jiaxin's waves of rapid, frenzied release in the large bathroom.

Yang Fan was strong and powerful, but Lin Jiaxin was already a ripe peach, just waiting to be picked. Therefore, their first encounter turned out to be a protracted battle, lasting a full hour, and the fight was still not over!

Finally, when Yang Fan was drenched in sweat, feeling that his strength was more than half exhausted and his body was somewhat dehydrated, Lin Jiaxin, who had probably ejaculated countless times, let out a long scream, her hands slipping as she tried to pull herself down. Fortunately, Yang Fan reacted quickly, slipping his hands under her armpits and holding her in place.

"Mmm..."

Accompanied by an extremely weak protest from Lin Jiaxin, a stream of liquid, indescribable in nature, poured down from her body, the flow and force of which were far beyond what an ordinary waterfall could compare to.

Stimulated by this, Lin Jiaxin's muscles contracted sharply. Unable to withstand such a level of ecstasy, she simply rolled her eyes back and pretended to faint.

Yang Fan had thought he still had ten minutes to go before reaching the point of ejaculation, but unexpectedly, the beauty on his body had ejaculated at this moment.

Although... what she ejaculated was still highly questionable... the incredibly strong contractions were undeniable. So Yang Fan roared and then quickly vibrated more than two hundred times... In less than a minute, more than two hundred vibrations generated a considerable amount of heat.

Lin Jiaxin, in a state of suspended animation, couldn't withstand the heat and woke up again. Just then... Yang Fan fired round after round of bullets, scalding her until she fainted...

Chapter 130 [The Long Night]

The spring breeze had passed countless times, and finally the storm had ended. Yang Fan, somewhat satisfied and tired, held Lin Jiaxin in his arms, inwardly marveling, "Goodness, even a Qi-movement realm body almost couldn't handle this. This Delightful Soul-Stealing Powder is truly potent! But, little Jiaxin was really seductive just now. It's a good thing; I really need to get some if I have the chance in the future!"

A wet patch and a few withered plum blossoms silently testified to the intensity of the battle. At this moment, Lin Jiaxin's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, and her entire body was flushed with an unusual rosy hue. However, her body temperature was gradually returning to normal!

Although the effects of the "Pleasure-Inducing Powder" were potent, Yang Fan's vigorous efforts managed to neutralize its effects. As for Lin Jiaxin, after several rounds of lovemaking and trials, she was ultimately too exhausted to continue and had already fallen into a deep sleep…

He gently kissed her forehead, picked her up, dried her with a towel, and carried her out of the bathroom, returning to the bedroom.

After placing her on the bed, Yang Fan sat on the edge, staring blankly at the woman who had given him his virginity. He never imagined that they would meet under such circumstances, and that he would end his virginity just like that!

Shaking his head, Yang Fan resisted the urge to hold her and lie down with her, ultimately leaving the bedroom. Whether intentional or unintentional, he had to take responsibility for what had happened, but before that, he needed to inform Dongfang Lan and the other woman.

To Yang Fan's surprise, after searching the room, he didn't find any trace of Dongfang Lan or Shui Xin. Although he was a little hungry, fatigue and a greasy feeling overwhelmed him, forcing him to take another shower.

Lying in the bathtub, letting the massage water wash over his body, Yang Fan squinted, savoring this rare moment. He had to admit, Dongfang Lan knew how to enjoy herself.

Before, he'd only taken a quick shower, and Yang Fan hadn't really appreciated it. Now, lying in the bathtub, he understood its benefits.

The seemingly rushing water flowed steadily over his body, a tingling, numbing sensation, like a massage therapist giving him a massage. Although the pressure wasn't quite enough, and the acupressure wasn't perfectly precise, it had a unique charm. After soaking and rinsing his entire body, he felt as if most of his fatigue had vanished.

"Knock! Knock!"

Yang Fan, half-asleep in the bathtub, was suddenly knocked on the door. He vaguely heard someone ask him something.

He mumbled a reply, not quite understanding what he said, when the door was pushed open and a pretty figure walked in.

"Who?"

Yang Fan hissed, his eyes snapping open as he stared at the person who had entered. His eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Dongfang Lan, dressed only in a sexy nightgown, had slipped into the bathroom… and most importantly, he was still inside, not even out yet.

"What… what does she want?"

"To take a bath?"

"To use the toilet?"

But no matter what, she shouldn't have come in while he was still in the bathroom! And… he had clearly locked the door, so how did she get in?

Dongfang Lan wore a pink silk nightgown, the smooth, thin layer clinging tightly to her body, revealing her beautiful figure to Yang Fan.

A slight shyness lingered on her face; she seemed somewhat embarrassed to be standing before Yang Fan like this. But beneath the shyness, her face held a resolute determination.

"You… what do you want? Who let you in? You… how did you get in?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow, his throat feeling dry, and a mixture of tension and excitement rising within him.

The tension was understandable; after all, a woman had forced her way in, and even with his hands covering his body, he couldn't completely conceal the rest of his body from her gaze beneath the transparent layer of water. But what was this excitement…? Could it be…?

Dongfang Lan rolled her eyes at Yang Fan and said, “Little brother, you really are a forgetful fellow! You were the one who let me in just now. As for how I got in… have you forgotten? This is my house! Of course I have the keys to all the rooms in this house. As for what I want to do…”

Yang Fan’s gaze followed Dongfang Lan’s gaze downwards, until he realized that her gaze had finally stopped three inches below his navel. He was first taken aback, then shocked.

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Before Yang Fan could utter his refusal, Dongfang Lan took a step forward and stared directly into Yang Fan’s eyes.

“Little brother, although we haven’t known each other for long, do you know, the time I’ve spent with you has been the happiest time of my life. To be honest, I’ve never felt so at ease as I have these past few days! So, every time I’m with you, I can’t help but tease you, trying to get your attention, and I try every possible way to keep you by my side…”

Dongfang Lan stared directly at Yang Fan, her breathing becoming rapid as she spoke so much. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Although you don’t usually talk to me much, I’ve seen all your thoughtfulness. You know… I’ve never been cared for so tenderly before, and I really enjoyed it… It’s a pity I won’t be able to enjoy it anymore.”

“Sister Lan, don’t be so pessimistic…”

"Yang Fan! Could you please stop calling me Sister Lan?"

A hint of annoyance appeared on Dongfang Lan's face. "You can call me by my name, or you can call me Xiao Lan or Lanlan, but I don't want you to call me Sister Lan, because I don't want to be your sister!"

Yang Fan rubbed his nose slightly and could only say, "Lanlan, actually I..."

"No need to comfort me!"

A relieved smile appeared on Dongfang Lan's face. She said, "I'm really happy to hear you call me that. Don't worry about being disturbed. Shui Xin and Xin Xin are already asleep. I just went out to buy you some late-night snacks. The night is long, so let's talk while we eat, okay?"

Hearing that Dongfang Lan wasn't planning to force herself on him in the bathroom, Yang Fan felt both relieved and somewhat disappointed.

The bathtub was so big that even three or four people could lie in it without any problem, let alone one person. Doing "that" would naturally not feel cramped. Especially with the rushing water inside, the powerful impact of the current would create a unique experience… It's a pity I didn't have time to experience that feeling just now!

Yang Fan thought about it for a moment, then got up, dried himself off, and followed Dongfang Lan to the dining room to sit down.

The lights in the dining room had been turned off sometime ago. Four thick red candles were placed on exquisite golden candlesticks. Two bottles of red wine, covered with curved foreign script, were placed on a white tablecloth. One of the bottles was already opened, and the two wine glasses next to it were each half-filled with red wine.

The crimson wine, as white as snow, exuded the unique aroma of red wine, much like the bittersweet taste of life, the weighty passage of time. Two meticulously prepared steaks, decorated with beautiful fruit and vegetable patterns, were placed on opposite corners of the table.

Seeing the candlelight dinner carefully prepared by Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan was tempted, but more than that, he wanted to give a wry smile. He touched his stomach, thinking, "This little bit of food isn't even enough to fill me up, and it's for two people..."

Putting aside the unpleasant thought, Yang Fan said, "Lanlan, what are you doing..."

Dongfang Lan smiled shyly, gently pushed Yang Fan, and said softly, "What are you standing there for? Sit down!"

"Do?"

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat. Doing it at the dining table instead of in the bathroom? It was creative, but... shouldn't we eat something first...? Uh...

His gaze fell on the chair Dongfang Lan had pulled out, and Yang Fan's face flushed slightly. He knew he had misunderstood. He hadn't expected that his willpower would weaken day by day under the temptation of beauty.

Yang Fan quickly circulated his internal energy, which dissipated some of the lewd thoughts in his mind.

The two sat down on opposite sides of the table. Dongfang Lan raised her wine glass and said, "Yang Fan, let me toast you first, to thank you for saving Xin Xin!"

Hearing this, Yang Fan blushed and shook his head with a wry smile, "Lan Lan, don't say that. Sister Jia Xin is also my friend, and this matter..."

Dongfang Lan clinked glasses with Yang Fan, interrupting him, "Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. Anyway, let's finish this glass first."

Yang Fan watched as Dongfang Lan actually downed the seemingly expensive red wine in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He rubbed his stomach, sighed inwardly, and then followed her example, drinking it all in one go.

Not only was he extremely hungry, but after drinking such a large glass of wine, Yang Fan felt a churning in his stomach, along with a slight, dull pain.

After downing a glass of wine, a faint blush rose to Dongfang Lan's face, making her radiant and indescribably charming...

Chapter 132 [The Fairy's Confession]

Dongfang Lan picked up the wine bottle again, but this time, she filled both herself and Yang Fan's glasses to the brim, saying, "This second glass is to thank you and all the geniuses for your tolerance. You've taught me how pleasant it is to be cared for. I'll drink to that!"

"Glug, glug..."

Dongfang Lan drank the full glass of red wine in one gulp.

"What's all this about? Something feels off."

Yang Fan didn't quite understand Dongfang Lan's girlish heart, but he knew that at this moment, he couldn't say "no." As a man, how could he let a woman outdo him?

Looking at the full glass of red wine, he touched his stomach with one hand, picked up the glass with the other, and slowly but resolutely drank it all.

"Good, that's manly enough!"

Dongfang Lan gave Yang Fan an approving look and said, "Come on, let's have another drink!"

With that, she picked up the wine bottle for the third time and poured herself and Yang Fan a full glass.

The full bottle of red wine was empty after only three pours; not a drop could be poured out. They had to open a second bottle to fill both their glasses.

Yang Fan couldn't stop her in time and could only press his hand to his glass, saying, "No, Lanlan, let's talk this out. Drinking too much is bad for your health, and excessive drinking is bad for your liver!"

If Yang Fan still couldn't sense Dongfang Lan's unusual behavior, then he was simply too dense. But at this point, he seemed to have no other choice but to go along with her…

Dongfang Lan's eyes flickered, and she gave Yang Fan a charming sidelong glance, saying, "If you're not going to drink, I will!"

Without further ado, Dongfang Lan brought the glass to her rosy lips and drank it all in one gulp.

They say alcohol emboldens heroes, and after three glasses of red wine, Dongfang Lan's courage had grown considerably. Words he dared not say before were now spoken without the slightest hesitation.

“Yang Fan, do you know? The first time I saw you on the plane, I didn’t like you at all, I even hated you a little. I’ve never felt so embarrassed in front of a man! You even saw that kind of thing…”

“Later, I volunteered to Nuan Xin to investigate you. Actually… I just wanted to find a reason to follow you. My real thought was to frame you and embarrass you.”

Hearing Dongfang Lan reveal her true feelings, Yang Fan was astonished. It seemed he wasn’t good enough as an assassin; he hadn’t even realized he was being followed by an ordinary person…

Just as Yang Fan was sighing inwardly, Dongfang Lan continued, “But I didn’t expect to lose you later… Then, I met you again at Peking University, which made me think my chance had come again. So, I tricked you into coming to Dongfang Lido!”

“But what I didn’t expect was that those girls in the company would do that kind of thing while I was away, and you just happened to see it… Do you know? At that moment, I wanted to kill you!”

"But what I didn't expect was that when I argued, you believed me so easily, and I saw sincerity in your eyes, knowing you weren't pretending. In that instant, the softest part of my heart was touched. But... I'm too proud to admit it."

Hearing this, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, a feeling of being both amused and exasperated. He hadn't expected Dongfang Lan to be so vengeful. Neither incident seemed to be intentional on his part; he was also a victim... and the trust she spoke of—the obvious facts, he had merely told the truth—had somehow become trust in her eyes!

Being told he liked by a girl to his face made Yang Fan happy, but there were others he couldn't let go of. He felt he couldn't hurt Dongfang Lan, nor could he so readily accept it.

Yang Fan got up and went to Dongfang Lan's side, saying softly, "Lanlan, you're drunk. Let me help you back to your room to rest."

"I'm not drunk!"

Dongfang Lan struggled slightly, shaking her head. "Yang Fan, don't stop me, let me say it, okay? Please! I've been holding these words in for a long time. You might think I'm promiscuous, that I'm not a good girl. But I still have to say it, that's just who I am. I either don't love, or I love without reservation, openly and directly!"

Yang Fan sighed slightly, then pulled up a chair and sat beside her, saying, "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening!"

Dongfang Lan softly hummed in agreement, leaning softly against Yang Fan, and murmured, "Where were we? Oh right… about you going into my office and finding some things…"

“Those things weren’t mine, but I bought that chair. Back then… I lied to you, I’m sorry! Because… because I was afraid you’d look down on me. No matter what, I’m a 26-year-old woman, and I have physical needs too. But I didn’t want to just give my virginity to a man I didn’t like, so I…”

Yang Fan couldn’t help but hug Dongfang Lan tighter. He shook his head and said, “Don’t say anymore, I understand.”

Dongfang Lan softly agreed, saying, “Okay, let’s not talk about that, let’s continue with something else. Later, I brought you to Dream Paradise, but actually, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to get you drunk and embarrass you!”

"But what I didn't expect was to run into those bastards there. At that moment, I had no intention of embarrassing you; on the contrary, I was afraid I would embarrass myself in front of you. Because all of this is their fault!"

"To be honest, I also had the intention of using you at the time. So I deliberately lured you, hoping to use you to drive away those two bastards. Unexpectedly, it led to a bet between you two. Actually, at that moment, I already regretted it. No one knows better than me how powerful they are. If you offend them, there will definitely be no good end for you." "

But you, knowing all this, still chose to bet with them for my sake. You even helped me get revenge and deliberately entrusted Dream Paradise to me to manage. Although you didn't say it, I know that you did it all because of me."

"So, at that moment, I made up my mind that I must repay you, I must help you run Dream Paradise well, I will use my whole life to repay you..."

Dongfang Lan's voice was very soft, but Yang Fan felt a deep pain in his heart. Although his role in all these events wasn't as dramatic as Dongfang Lan had imagined, he could sense from her fragmented words that she hadn't had a good life all these years!

"Lanlan, you're so silly..."

Yang Fan didn't know if he meant Dongfang Lan misunderstood him, was referring to her infatuation, or something else... In any case, he found that a certain string in his heart had been plucked again!

Dongfang Lan heard the tenderness in Yang Fan's tone, her heart warmed, and she couldn't help but glance at him, her face full of a happy smile: "Yes, I am that silly, but... you can't dislike me!"

"Silly girl..."

Yang Fan hugged Dongfang Lan tightly, his heart screaming, "Silly girl, how could you be so silly! You've done so much. How could I bear... how could I bear to hurt you?"

Dongfang Lan leaned softly against Yang Fan's chest, her hair gently falling, her ear close to his heart, silently listening to his heartbeat.

"Later, I brought you home because I wanted to give myself to you. So, I deliberately showered in front of you, wore sexy clothes, and made all sorts of seductive moves. But you, you blockhead, didn't react at all! You have no idea how angry I was!"

"I initially thought you weren't interested in my body, but then I found you staring at my underwear like an idiot. You have no idea how cute you looked!"

"So I decided not to give myself to you for now, but to deliberately seduce you with my body, so you could see and touch me, but you just couldn't have me!"

"But then I saw you sleeping, and I wanted to kiss you, to feel what that felt like. But, of all times, you woke up right at the most crucial moment. You have no idea how embarrassed I was, but I couldn't let you see it. So, I decided to go all in..."

"But you, you kissed me, you touched me, and then nothing more! You even made me feel uncomfortable all over. I really wanted to bite you a few times, to tear off pieces of flesh!"

At this point, Dongfang Lan smiled sweetly, her face, which should have been sexy when she smiled, now showing an incredibly innocent look…

Yang Fan felt that a place in his heart no longer belonged to him at this moment. In that territory that was once his, a shadow was now deeply, and forever, etched—the shadow of a big girl, a little woman, named "Dongfang Lan."

"But thinking about it later, you must have been feeling really frustrated too! Everyone says that men's sexual desire is at its peak in the morning, and I stirred up your fire, but you had nowhere to release it. It's funny to think about it!" "

…"

Yang Fan felt like crying. How could he say something so jarring in such a good atmosphere? But what frustrated Yang Fan the most was regretting not being more proactive back then. He could have just forced himself on her!

If he had known what she was thinking, he wouldn't have held back at all. Not only was he burning with desire, but he also had no energy for days. At the time, he thought she was just playing with him, but who would have thought it was real... If anyone's to blame, it's only because Dongfang Lan is too cunning. She can make the fake seem real, and the real seem fake!

Chapter 133 [Her Choice]

"What is fake may become real, and what is real may become fake!"

These two sentences perfectly encapsulate Dongfang Lan's reputation as a "fairy"!

Although Yang Fan felt a little annoyed, he didn't care too much. On the contrary, he was inexplicably moved by Dongfang Lan's emotional investment in him, and unconsciously tightened his grip on her arm.

Feeling Yang Fan's arm tightening unconsciously, a smile of happiness bloomed on Dongfang Lan's face once again.

"So this is what it feels like to have the person you like know your feelings. I should have told them sooner!"

Dongfang Lan gently nuzzled against Yang Fan's chest, then continued, "Actually... I had a scheme behind letting you stay here. I once fantasized that you would see me taking a shower, and you wouldn't be able to resist rushing in, and then I would half-heartedly... and you would be mine. But you..."

Speaking of her little scheme, a faint blush appeared on Dongfang Lan's face, but since she had already drunk quite a bit of red wine, her cheeks were unusually rosy and delicate, so this blush wasn't very noticeable.

"You know what? I'm actually very simple. Just a little bit of kindness from you... really, just a little bit, and I'm already incredibly satisfied!"

At this point, Dongfang Lan hesitated slightly, struggled for a moment, and finally said, "There's something I need to apologize for. Today at dinner, I deliberately ordered that dish, just to embarrass Xiao Xin Xin. I know that with Xin Xin's intelligence, she'll understand our relationship through this!"

"I know Xin Xin has feelings for you, and you even knew each other before I did. But feelings can't be overcome by reason. Sure enough, after Xin Xin realized it, she started intentionally or unintentionally distancing herself from you, even from me."

"Only now did I realize I was wrong, so wrong. The friendship I sacrificed didn't bring me any feelings. And because of this, Xin Xin even lost her appetite for Joya's concert!"

"You don't know, Xin Xin really loves Joya. She never misses a single concert. But today, she left halfway through. I know it wasn't because she really needed to use the restroom; she was just thinking about how to deal with this!"

"I regret it so much, really, I regret it so much. If it weren't for me, Xin Xin wouldn't have chosen to leave halfway through. If she hadn't left, she wouldn't have been kidnapped, and she wouldn't have..."

At this point, Dongfang Lan suddenly smiled broadly: "But now it's all good. They say fortune and misfortune are intertwined. I didn't believe it before, but because of this incident, Xin Xin has become your woman. This way, she won't leave me!" "

..."

Yang Fan broke out in a cold sweat. Dongfang Lan's method of abandoning her friend was incredibly unique. He believed no one in the world would be as crazy as her. Yang Fan even suspected that Shui Xin might be able to cure Lin Jiaxin's poison, but was only acting under Dongfang Lan's orders, which was why he was sent. All of this was actually Dongfang Lan's scheme!

Seemingly sensing Yang Fan's suspicious gaze, Dongfang Lan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, this might not be a bad thing. I won't compete with Xin Xin for anything. I know you have other women you like besides Xin Xin, but I don't care about any of that!"

“What I want isn’t any title or status. I just want you to leave me a tiny space in your heart, even just a tiny space. As long as I can exist, I’ll be content! I… I’m just worried, worried that you’ll think I’m too old, that I’m too mature… afraid you won’t like me…”

Hearing this, Yang Fan finally couldn’t hold back anymore. He hugged Dongfang Lan, turned her face to face him, and said, “Silly girl, how could I think you’re too old? You’re not old at all, and you’re so beautiful. It’s my blessing to be liked by you!”

Hearing this, Dongfang Lan couldn’t hold back her tears of excitement, which welled up uncontrollably. Her voice trembled slightly: “Are you serious? You really don’t mind me at all? You really will like me?”

Yang Fan nodded slowly but firmly and said, “I don’t mind you. I like you!”

Hearing Yang Fan’s answer, Dongfang Lan was so happy she almost fainted. She hugged Yang Fan tightly and cried out, “Yang Fan… take me!”

Yang Fan swallowed, unsure how to answer.

Seeing Yang Fan remain motionless, Dongfang Lan grew anxious and grabbed his hand, slipping it inside her nightgown collar and placing it directly on her chest.

Feeling the soft, tender flesh against his skin, Yang Fan felt a surge of desire mixed with inner conflict.

Humans aren't plants or trees; how could they be without feelings? Although his initial impression of Dongfang Lan stemmed from her embarrassing airplane incident, her beautiful face, and her sexy attire, everything that followed—her timely appearances, every little detail—successfully deepened her image in his mind.

Although she often deliberately acted unreasonably, Yang Fan sensed the care behind every action. Coupled with their interactions over the past few days, especially today's heartfelt confession, Yang Fan realized that there was a woman worthy of his affection and love!

And what is the ultimate form of love? Isn't it two people being completely honest with each other, intertwined, becoming one? But, having reached this point with Dongfang Lan, what about Lin Jiaxin? What about the girl whose virginity he had just taken?

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, but finally suppressed his impulse, hugging Dongfang Lan tightly and saying softly, "Lanlan, I will take you, but not now. I don't want you to be worrying about tomorrow while we're making love... and, what about Sister Jiaxin..."

After impulsively saying those words, Dongfang Lan also thought of Lin Jiaxin. But that's just her personality; she either doesn't do it at all, or she does it completely. So much so that she has no time to regret, nor allows herself to regret.

Fortunately, Yang Fan understands her; his understanding and support make Dongfang Lan incredibly content. She hugged Yang Fan tightly in return, her face overflowing with happiness. If... if time could stop right now, and they could stay like this forever, how wonderful that would be?

But some things cannot be avoided. After hugging Yang Fan for a while, Dongfang Lan cautiously peeked out, stammering, "Then... Yang Fan, what are you planning to do with us?"

Upon hearing Dongfang Lan's question, Yang Fan immediately felt a headache coming on. Although Yang Fan didn't have much of a feel for the law, since he wanted to live in this society, there were certain things he had to respect. Take the Marriage Law, for example!

Could he ignore it? But what about them? Lin Jiaxin and Dongfang Lan, each with their own independent personalities, were they really going to abandon all worldly constraints to live with him?

And even if they could, what about the others? Shen Ruoxi, this beautiful policewoman, had already left an indelible mark on Yang Fan's heart; Gu Feifei, this pure and lovely girl, he could also sense her feelings for him.

And Lin Wan'er, this somewhat fierce and somewhat oblivious woman, the two of them had already had intimate physical contact once. Although both were trying their best to avoid the issue, could they truly be completely uninvolved in their lives?

It would have been better if he hadn't thought about it. But upon reflection, Yang Fan realized he was quite something. He hadn't been in Yanjing long, yet he'd already gotten entangled with countless women to varying degrees. Aside from a few, there was Qin Mengyao, Shen Ruolan, and Tang Wan, that mature, womanly figure—she was equally unforgettable…

Seeing Yang Fan's furrowed brows, Dongfang Lan tenderly smoothed them, saying softly, "It's alright, even if I have to be your mistress, it's fine. If… if Xin Xin really doesn't agree, I'll be your lover and never appear before her again, okay? Don't worry, furrowing your brows makes you look ugly!"

A warm feeling washed over Yang Fan. He shook his head and said softly, "Lan Lan, believe me, I'll definitely find a solution. I won't let you suffer any injustice! I'll make sure Sister Xin accepts you!"

Dongfang Lan looked at Yang Fan happily, though her words were somewhat exaggerated. But what did it matter? What women care about isn't the content of a man's promises, but the heartfelt love behind them.

Knowing he truly loves her, truly cares about her, and is truly willing to make efforts for her is already the greatest happiness. To ask for more would be too greedy.

"Yes, I believe you. We will definitely be together!"

Dongfang Lan nestled obediently in Yang Fan's arms, responding softly.

"Actually, Xin Xin and I already made an agreement. I believe she will agree. What you need to worry about isn't Xin Xin, but your other female confidantes..."

Dongfang Lan didn't tell Yang Fan these things. It wasn't that she was scheming; she just wanted to test her place in Yang Fan's heart. However, judging from the current situation, she was quite satisfied. At least, he still cared about her... Lost in thought, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, her eyelids tightened, and she drifted off to sleep.

"PS: Five chapters in a row, please keep sending flowers. Brothers who have read 'One Finger' should know that Xiao Feng's speed isn't very fast. Plus, I also have a job, so three chapters a day with 10,000 words is already my limit. But Xiao Feng has been trying his best to keep up with five chapters a day. Besides thanking you brothers for your support, I mainly want to defend the flower ranking I've worked so hard to achieve. However, defending this hard-won achievement still requires your support. Only with your support can Xiao Feng have the motivation to continue! So, let me shout one more time: 'Gaga!'

Chapter 134 [A Woman's Metamorphosis]

'Lanlan, I'll be there tomorrow...'

Yang Fan turned to talk to Dongfang Lan again, only to find that she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Shaking his head and smiling slightly, Yang Fan picked Dongfang Lan up and carried her to her room. He gently placed her on the bed, took off her shoes, and covered her with a blanket.

When he tried to leave, perhaps he moved too much, because she murmured something in her sleep and grabbed Yang Fan's arm, refusing to let go.

'Don't go, Yang Fan!'" "I'm afraid that if you leave... you'll never come back..."

Yang Fan's heart trembled slightly. He stopped and lay down next to Dongfang Lan, fully clothed.

"I won't leave. I'll stay by your side, always by your side!"

Lying quietly beside Dongfang Lan, it was as if hunger no longer troubled him. Gradually, Yang Fan also fell into a deep sleep...

He didn't know how much time had passed when he was awakened by a fragrance. Opening his eyes, he found the room still dim, the outside world pitch black, with only the bedside lamp dimmed, casting a yellowish glow on the room.

On the bedside table sat a large bowl of beef noodles, freshly cooked and still steaming hot. A sliced braised egg, a dozen large, thin slices of beef, several vibrant, blanched bok choy, and two fried ham slices were also present.

Everything was prepared; the host had only cooked the noodles and then assembled the ingredients. The process wasn't complicated, but the thought and care put into it was remarkable. Beside the bedside table, Dongfang Lan was holding a steaming cup of milk tea, about to put it down.

"Yang Fan…you're awake?"

Seeing Yang Fan's eyes look at her, Dongfang Lan felt a little flustered, a slight blush appearing on her face. She put down the milk tea, unsure where to place her hands.

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile slightly. The beauty, now sober, was truly shy, a stark contrast to her boldness after drinking.

"Hmm, I'm awake. Thank you for the noodles."

Yang Fan said, picking up the bowl of noodles and taking a bite. Surprisingly, the saltiness was just right.

Seeing Yang Fan start eating, Dongfang Lan felt unusually nervous. She didn't cook much and had very little confidence in her culinary skills. Even with the simplest noodles, she was always worried she wouldn't do a good job. Serving them to her like this made her extremely anxious.

"It's delicious, I like it very much,"

Yang Fan replied. He was so hungry that he didn't care about talking anymore and slurped down the noodles in big mouthfuls, barely chewing them.

Seeing Yang Fan eating so happily, Dongfang Lan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then felt sorry for him.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you. Here, have some water..."

"Okay. It's alright, I have a good appetite."

"Having a good appetite isn't enough, drink some first before you eat."

Yang Fan stopped eating, took the milk tea, took a big gulp, then picked up the bowl of noodles and wolfed it down.

"It feels so good to be cared for..."

"It feels so good to be cared for..."

Watching Yang Fan finish his noodles, Dongfang Lan obediently took his bowl and said, "You should sleep a little longer, I'll go check on Xin Xin. You made her like that last night, she probably can't even get out of bed yet!"

"..."

Yang Fan thought that Dongfang Lan and Shui Xin had avoided each other and shouldn't know what happened in the bathroom, but after hearing what Dongfang Lan said, it seemed that wasn't the case!

Thinking about being caught doing this, he couldn't help but blush, and he gave Dongfang Lan a resentful look, as if he was blaming her for not avoiding him...

Little did he know how much noise he and Lin Jiaxin had made in the bathroom last night? Even though Dongfang Lan and Shui Xin were hiding in their bedroom, the lingering, plaintive, and captivating sounds of their lovemaking, along with his heavy breathing, were still clearly audible to them!

In the end, Dongfang Lan had to use the excuse of buying late-night snacks to escape with Shui Xin, ostensibly to avoid corrupting the child, but actually because she couldn't stand the sounds they were making, which were stirring her heart, and she had to keep her distance...

In another bedroom of Dongfang Lan's apartment, Lin Jiaxin, wrapped in a sheet, hugged her knees, leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the remains of their lovemaking, lost in thought.

Although she didn't have much of an impression of what happened last night, it was undeniably her own experience, so how could she be completely oblivious?

Moreover, after completely merging with Yang Fan, as the effects of the drug gradually wore off, she had regained some of her senses, but given the circumstances, staying awake was less desirable than remaining unconscious. So, although she woke up, she still dared not show any reaction and could only continue to pretend to be unconscious, silently enduring Yang Fan's torment!

However, even if she wanted to hypnotize herself, that feeling she had never experienced before had already penetrated her bones and been implanted deep in her soul. Every little thing that happened during the whole process, that ecstatic feeling, that joy that felt like flying to the clouds, was something she could not shake off no matter what!

So, when she first woke up, the only thoughts left in her mind were everything that had happened last night. Not only were they vivid in her mind, but she also found that when she thought about these things, she actually had some reactions...

Her body gradually became hot, her saliva was secreted involuntarily, and her skin slowly turned red. Lin Jiaxin found that her body had become incredibly sensitive without her even realizing it.

For some reason, saliva began to slowly secrete from her throat, and she felt a vague discomfort in her lower body. Her legs felt like they were crawling with tiny insects, and she couldn't help but wriggle back and forth...

Just then, the door was quietly pushed open, and Dongfang Lan silently walked in. Lin Jiaxin only noticed when she reached the bedside. Looking up, she saw her old friend's amused expression, and Lin Jiaxin's face immediately flushed red.

"What are you laughing at, you brat!"

Dongfang Lan's smile suddenly became bright: "Laughing at you! I can't believe it. This is your first time! And you're so enthusiastic! Tsk tsk, the sound you made could probably be heard throughout the whole neighborhood!"

"You're going to kill me!"

Hearing her friend's teasing, Lin Jiaxin grabbed a pillow and threw it hard, but before it could hit Dongfang Lan, she swiftly reached out and gently caught it in front of her.

Ignoring the threat, Dongfang Lan sat down on the edge of the bed and asked with a smile, "What? You did it, so I can't say anything?"

"Ugh! Stop joking! It hurts so much down there!" "

You're complaining about the pain, yet you're still going so far? I overheard you outside, I'm so jealous!"

"You're so annoying! I was drugged, that's why I was like that!"

"Hehe, even if you were drugged, there's no need to be so cooperative, right? Besides, the drug shouldn't be that strong, right? It took several hours to detoxify, tsk tsk, little Xin Xin, what kind of poison did you take? Is it that potent?"

"Ugh, you brat, do you believe I'll get some drug for you to try yourself?"

Lin Jiaxin knew Dongfang Lan was intentionally teasing her, but such things couldn't be explained in a few words. However, thinking about her madness last night, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning!

After their passionate encounter, Lin Jiaxin's transformation was undeniably dramatic. Even her skin had become fairer, with a subtle glow flowing beneath, making her look so beautiful that it would make any woman envious!

How could her best friend, Dongfang Lan, not notice this? She had long heard that girls become more beautiful and feminine as they transform into women, a fact Dongfang Lan hadn't believed before, but now she had no choice but to accept it!

Looking at Lin Jiaxin now, not only was she more beautiful and feminine, but her figure also seemed more perfect, especially her breasts, which had become even larger after Yang Fan's "development"!

"Could it be that breasts are really all created by squeezing them out?"

Once this thought arose in her mind, it immediately took root and sprouted. Dongfang Lan had already decided that she must find time to test it herself to see if it was really true...

As women, Lin Jiaxin and Dongfang Lan naturally had endless topics to discuss. Yang Fan had no idea what the two women had talked about in the room. Although he was also curious about their conversation, he didn't bother to eavesdrop.

Shortly after Dongfang Lan left, he got out of bed. Although meeting Lin Jiaxin later would inevitably be awkward, some things simply had to be faced.

On the dining table in the living room, two bowls of steaming beef noodles were laid out. Undoubtedly, this was prepared by Dongfang Lan for Lin Jiaxin. Sure enough, shortly after Yang Fan appeared in the living room, Lin Jiaxin, supported by Dongfang Lan, also emerged from the bedroom!

Having just received such favor, the feelings were unknown to outsiders, but Lin Jiaxin's body, still recovering from the recent ordeal, was not in good condition. She even needed Dongfang Lan's assistance to walk.

Actually, Lin Jiaxin didn't want to come out at all. If she hadn't known that her best friend had been by her side the entire night in this house, she might have been too ashamed to leave, hiding under the covers for another day and night!

But the thought that her most vulnerable self had been seen by him made any further shyness seem superfluous, and Lin Jiaxin agreed to have breakfast with Dongfang Lan.

However, the moment she saw Yang Fan, she couldn't help but feel incredibly shy, even her steps became unsteady. Similarly, she wasn't prepared how to face the man who had taken her virginity...

Chapter 135 [Genius of the Underworld]

Lin Jiaxin left, just as quietly as she came and quietly left!

Originally, she was supposed to have a three-day vacation, but she chose to leave on the second day. At the time she left, Yang Fan was on his way to Peking University. It seems she hadn't figured out how to face Yang Fan yet!

During breakfast, she acted very calmly, as if nothing had happened. Yang Fan didn't ask too many questions, and the four of them finished breakfast in a silent and oppressive atmosphere.

Yang Fan had classes in the afternoon. Although he wasn't particularly concerned about his studies, he didn't want to be a bad student who frequently skipped classes. So, after saying "get some rest," he chose to leave.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to Dongfang Lan's apartment after school, carrying bags of supplements, he found it deserted...

Although he felt a pang of regret, Yang Fan didn't show it. He understood Dongfang Lan's actions and her choice. He knew she wasn't truly avoiding him; she simply couldn't overcome her inner turmoil and didn't know how to face him.

Yang Fan believed that sooner or later, she would return. Now, she needed time, and he, too, needed time to adapt and accept everything!

From Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan learned that Lin Jiaxin had a childhood sweetheart fiancé who died in a car accident the day before their wedding.

Although Lin Jiaxin hadn't officially registered their marriage, she always considered herself a married woman. For the past two years, she had remained faithful, observing mourning for her deceased husband. She hadn't dated anyone else, and even her contact with men was extremely limited.

Now, Yang Fan's unexpected appearance has undoubtedly disrupted her life completely, throwing everything out of her!

Although their union was accidental, perhaps in Lin Jiaxin's own eyes, it was a betrayal, a disrespect for her deceased husband. That's why she chose to leave quietly when Yang Fan wasn't around!

Although Yang Fan was somewhat unhappy, he wasn't jealous of a dead person. On the contrary, he greatly admired Lin Jiaxin's persistence. In this materialistic age, people like her are truly rare!

After having dinner at Dongfang Lan's place, Yang Fan went to the hoodlum club. Dongfang Lan knew that Yang Fan was somewhat downcast because of Lin Jiaxin's departure, so she didn't use her seductive tricks to flirt with or seduce him. Instead, she quietly stayed by Yang Fan's side like a perfectly dutiful wife, sharing this bittersweet peace with him.

After nearly half a month of renovations, the hoodlum club had completely transformed. At this point, even long-time guests of Dream Paradise would probably think they had come to the wrong place.

However, while the layout has changed considerably, the club's various consumption venues haven't decreased. On the contrary, thanks to Dongfang Fengse's ingenuity, many entertainment venues have been added. These will be the club's secret weapons for attracting customers in the future!

As for the staff, all the waitresses are newly recruited. Under Dongfang Lan's personal supervision, the women are beautiful and the men are handsome, and they are currently undergoing intensive training. Dongfang Lan's intention is to create a top-notch service team in the entire Yanjing.

Of course, Yang Fan has absolute confidence in Dongfang Lan in this regard. Although he doesn't understand business, he has heard a bit about it. Dongfang Lan's Dongfang Shandu has an excellent reputation for service throughout Yanjing, so Yang Fan is naturally very reassured that she is training the service team.

It's worth mentioning that during this period, Xiao Dao gathered all the thugs he used to hang out with and brought them all to the club, where they were trained by Aisen.

Yang Fan had met these people before. Most of them came from impoverished families and had dropped out of school early for various reasons, ending up wandering the streets. While they all had minor flaws, they weren't inherently evil.

Moreover, they were all relatively young, mostly sixteen or seventeen, the prime age for martial arts training. With a little guidance, they were all promising talents with good futures. This was why Yang Fan acquiesced to Xiao Dao's actions.

He knew Xiao Dao was doing this to help his friend. Take Xiao Dao, for example; if he hadn't met Yang Fan, he might have spent his entire life on the streets, fighting, occasionally collecting protection money, and living a muddled life.

He was young and strong now, which was better, but what about in a few years? Perhaps they wouldn't even be able to find a wife. Think about it, what parent would marry their daughter to a thug? What girl would want to marry a thug?

But now things are different. They've met Yang Fan, who has not only given them dignity but also a chance to start anew and become true masters!

Whether they can cherish this opportunity doesn't depend on Yang Fan, but on themselves. Whether they can firmly grasp this opportunity is entirely up to them.

Yang Fan isn't a saint; he can't help others without any ulterior motives. His involvement is driven by a desire for their return. However, this return isn't now, but in the future!

Yang Fan believes that after being trained by Aisen and Lei Laohu, they will definitely become a formidable force under his command.

During his time living in Yanjing, Yang Fan gradually realized that one person's strength is ultimately limited, and it's impossible to accomplish everything. Some things cannot be accomplished single-handedly.

Before, he was alone; even if something happened, he could simply walk away and escape unscathed. Because he was an assassin. But now, it's different, because he has attachments…

Once an assassin has attachments, it means he is no longer just a simple assassin. An assassin only needs to kill, but an assassin with attachments needs to protect those they care about, in addition to killing!

Although Yang Fan was confident in his own safety, he couldn't always protect every one of his loved ones from harm. He wasn't omnipotent; even with extraordinary abilities, one couldn't create countless avatars to protect everyone around them.

Especially the matter concerning Lin Jiaxin solidified his resolve to build his own power. Imagine if he had sufficient power—would things have escalated to this point? Would he be in such a passive position? If he possessed his own power, even when he was unable to attend to other matters, those he cared about would no longer be threatened!

Yang Fan had no ambition to dominate the world, but he also didn't want to be constantly controlled by others, nor did he want the lives of those he cared about to be threatened. Therefore, he needed the strength to protect himself, the strength to be fearless of any power! And this was precisely the real reason he started building the hoodlum club!

When Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan arrived at the hoodlum club, Lei Laohu and his men weren't there, only a few henchmen left to guard the place. Yang Fan learned that Lei Laohu had taken a group of newly recruited underlings out for training!

This so-called training was actually going to fight other gangs for territory. Yang Fan neither agreed nor disagreed with this. He knew Lei Laohu's temperament; he was definitely not someone who could stay idle, and he was a guy who liked to fight, and moreover, he was a big shot in the underworld!

In just a few days, while training his underlings, he had actually thoroughly investigated all the underground underworld forces in Yanjing. From super-powerful gangs like the three major cliques to small thugs with only twenty or thirty members, he knew them all like the back of his hand!

Even Yang Fan had to look at Lei Laohu with newfound respect. Looking at his burly appearance, was he really the type to remember so many things? No way, not at all! Yet he remembered them all. This… made Yang Fan marvel at his talent! Talent indeed!

Sending Lei Laohu and his men to fight for territory was actually Yang Fan's tacit approval. Back when he and Lin Wan'er encountered Shen Ruoxi being attacked by gangsters at the Enchantment Bar, Yang Fan already had a vague idea.

Whether in modern times or ancient times, gangs, though a shady profession, have existed since ancient times, which forces us to pay attention to this issue.

While the power of gangs cannot compare to that of a nation, and their fighting strength cannot compare to that of the military, no matter where or in what era, when one gang is wiped out, countless others immediately spring up like mushrooms after rain.

Why is this? Because gangs are everywhere, they originate from another side of life, revealing another side of human nature and telling another story of life!

Many times, problems that governments and armies cannot solve can be handled very easily by gangs. This alone determines their necessity for existence.

Just as the world has day and night, the underworld and the legitimate world, like yin and yang, are complementary and coexist. The absence of either side would break this balance!

Imagine what it would be like if the world only had day and no night? And what would it be like if the world only had night and no day?

The underworld cannot rival a nation, yet it still exists, and can coexist peacefully with the nation. What Yang Fan needed wasn't to conquer the world; what he needed was a living space free from worldly constraints and legal restrictions, yet capable of coexisting with both. Undoubtedly, the underworld was such a space…

Chapter 136 [The Three-Knife Society]

Lei Laohu's opponent tonight was a small gang called the Three-Knife Society, whose territory occupied only one street, Chaoyang Street.

In a megacity like Yanjing, a gang occupying only one street was merely a minor player.

However, anyone who had ever been to Chaoyang Street knew that during the day, the police were the most powerful, but after midnight, Wu Dama, the leader of the Three-Knife Society

, was the most powerful! Wu Dama was practically the underground emperor of Chaoyang Street. Although his power was insignificant compared to larger gangs, Wu Dama's ability to survive in a place like Yanjing was undeniable.

In Yanjing, although there are hundreds of underworld forces of varying sizes, everyone knows that there are only three true gangs: the Green Dragon Gang, the Mad Tiger Gang, and the Mad Wolf Gang. All other gangs are merely appendages of these three, barely surviving.

While these gangs appear independent on the surface, they are all actually backed by these three major gangs. Of course, without the support of these three gangs, they would have no chance of surviving in Yanjing.

However, the Three Knives Society is an exception. It doesn't belong to any of the three major gangs and has no connection to them whatsoever. Yet, Wu Dama has managed to firmly hold onto Chaoyang Street without being wiped out by other gangs. This is nothing short of a miracle! This also shows that Wu Dama is no ordinary person!

Rumor has it that Wu Dama's henchmen are everywhere on Chaoyang Street. It's safe to say that every household is a member of the Three Knives Society, from elderly men in their seventies and eighties to infants still nursing. In other words, the entire Chaoyang Street is a veritable army!

Perhaps this is precisely why Wu Dama's Three Knives Gang was able to survive in a complex place like Yanjing. After all, wiping out a gang is easy, but wiping out all the members of an entire street is something even the three major gangs wouldn't dare to do, let alone ordinary gangs.

If they did, it would be tantamount to directly confronting the government, leading to a fight to the death. No matter how strong the three major gangs are, they are nothing but tofu in front of the state's aircraft and tanks!

Chaoyang Street belongs to the old district of Yanjing. Compared to the rapidly developing city, it is a relatively old and dilapidated street. Most of the buildings still retain the architectural style of the 1970s and 80s, with very few new buildings. Under current policies, this area should be within the scope of demolition.

However, instead of showing any signs of demolition, it is extremely prosperous. As night falls and the scorching sun that has baked the earth all day returns to the west, this once quiet area suddenly becomes lively.

Some elderly men holding palm-leaf fans, some burly men in simple vests, some flamboyantly dressed women, some middle-aged women with aprons around their waists, and some young women breastfeeding their children, all put down what they were doing and rushed to the same place: the headquarters of the Three Knives Society!

Mentioning the headquarters of the Three Knives Society, most people might think of bars, nightclubs, dance halls, or other entertainment venues. However, those who truly know the Three Knives Society know that its headquarters is located at the only martial arts school on Chaoyang Street: the Three Knives Gate.

And the people of Chaoyang Street gather at the Three Knives Gate every night. Of course, they gather not to promote any cult-like doctrines like Falun Gong, nor is it an illegal gathering; they gather to wait for the masters of the Three Knives Gate to demonstrate their swordsmanship!

In fact, Wu Dama, the leader of the Three Knives Society, besides being a gang leader, also has another identity: the head of the Three Knives Gate. Moreover, he enjoyed a high reputation in the Chaoyang Street area, and he often performed acts of chivalry; otherwise, he wouldn't have such a high reputation. His

involvement in the underworld was out of necessity. Before joining the underworld, other gangs would frequently cause trouble, and their struggle for control of Chaoyang Street had resulted in considerable harm to the local residents.

It's unclear who suggested Wu Dama join the underworld, but his impressive skills allowed him to establish himself.

However, despite being involved in the underworld, Wu Dama wasn't a true gangster. He didn't get involved in prostitution, gambling, or drugs; his followers simply protected the residents of Chaoyang Street from being bullied by other gangs while doing business, and the residents paid them protection money each month. Nevertheless

, being a martial arts school, the members of the Three Knives Society were all highly skilled, capable of easily taking on three opponents at once, and even their peripheral members were not easily handled by ordinary gang members.

Furthermore, Chaoyang Street's buildings date back to the last century, and the residents were mostly poor, making it a liability—neither worth keeping nor discarding. Over time, other gangs gave up on taking over Chaoyang Street.

The reason Lei Laohu targeted the Three Knives Gang wasn't because he thought they were weak and easy to bully; on the contrary, he coveted their resources and aimed to bring them under his control tonight!

Establishing a foothold in Yanjing is far more complex than elsewhere, as even a small gang has intricate connections—some with the government, others with other large gangs. A single move can have far-reaching consequences, and missteps could alert the enemy.

Although Lei Laohu is burly and imposing, he's shrewd and calculating. While he enjoys face-to-face combat, he prefers to exploit others.

Although he is a tiger himself, he's still in his development phase, and he won't easily disrupt the situation in Yanjing until he has absolute control. Once he opens the floodgates, it will inevitably lead to a bloodbath, and the entire power structure of Yanjing will undergo a major reshuffle.

That's why he thought of the Three Knives Society. He wanted to use the Three Knives Society as a cover to secretly develop his own power. With the name of the Three Knives Society, even if other gangs noticed something, they wouldn't be able to react for a while. By the time they reacted, the outcome would be uncertain. What Lei Laohu wanted to gain was this time before the other side reacted!

Lei Laohu, along with Boxing King Eisen, the six Little Knife brothers, and twenty-four young men gathered by Little Knife, a total of thirty-two people, appeared on Chaoyang Street in a grand procession. Their appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention, but no one cared about their presence.

The Three Knife Gang wasn't a large gang, but it still had over a thousand members. They wouldn't be afraid of even three hundred people, let alone thirty-odd. Furthermore, apart from Lei Laohu and Aisen, who looked menacing, Xiao Dao and his companions, despite their increased strength, hadn't changed much in appearance, still looking like petty thugs.

While both are considered "gangsters," there's a fundamental difference between them. In the eyes of the underworld, thugs are nothing more than low-level characters.

In short, thugs are disliked by everyone. To the average person, they're social scum, degenerates, a bunch of idle, good-for-nothing loafers.

And to those truly in the underworld, thugs are still considered low-level characters, utterly useless, at best only good for running errands. Real territorial disputes are handled by gang elites.

This explains why Lei Laohu and his group received absolutely no reaction when they appeared on Chaoyang Street. This greatly frustrated Lei Laohu. After all, he was a demon king, a master of the Qi Movement Realm, wasn't he? In the demon realm, the moment he unleashed his domineering aura, members of other races would cower on the ground, trembling in fear.

But now, not only did he lack any imposing presence before that king, but even to these ordinary people, his domineering aura had no effect. How could Lei Laohu not be frustrated?

Fortunately, the group of Xiao Dao behind him looked at him with fear, and even the fearless Eisen dared not look him in the eye, which calmed Lei Laohu somewhat.

But he didn't know that Eisen and the others weren't intimidated by his domineering aura at all; they were terrified of him! Even Eisen, who found pleasure in killing, was horrified by Lei Laohu's methods. Although he didn't kill, he could inflict unimaginable suffering!

Thinking back on the past two days, Eisen couldn't help but shudder!

Back then, among Xiao Dao's group, he was not only the strongest but also the most renowned. However, when Lei Laohu arrived, he immediately targeted him. His signature combination punches, which he considered his ultimate killing move, couldn't even withstand a single blow! And

that wasn't all; the fight between the two wasn't a contest, it was pure torture! Not only was Aisen, who was directly involved, in excruciating pain, but even Xiao Dao and the others watching felt a chill run down their spines. So much so that while Aisen was still suffering, they had already surrendered and abandoned him!

However, despite the torture, Aisen had to admit that the techniques Lei Laohu had taught him were indeed very effective. After only one day of practice, he already felt a faint sense of breaking through the limits of the Innate Realm and entering the Innate Realm.

Aisen knew that as long as he persisted in his practice, he would reach the realm he had always dreamed of within a week. It was precisely for this reason that Aisen was completely convinced by Lei Laohu.

Otherwise, how could Eisen, a renowned expert in the underground boxing world, be so easily defeated and then so eagerly follow his opponent? Back then, his decision to follow Yang Fan was based on a bet, wasn't it?

Chapter 137 [The Awesome Little Knife]

The art of managing subordinates lies in a combination of kindness and severity. First, appear before the opponent with a strong stance, instill fear and dread in them, until they believe you are invincible. Then, offer them appropriate benefits, making them both fearful and grateful.

Simultaneously, the key to winning hearts lies in understanding them, and the difficulty of understanding lies in the details! Thus, the key to winning hearts lies in the details; mastering the details ensures invincibility. How to master the details? Ultimately, it's about understanding hearts!

Lei Laohu undoubtedly excelled at this. After all, he was a born king, possessing an innate advantage in managing subordinates. Even Yang Fan was somewhat surprised that he had managed to subdue someone like Eisen in just two days!

When Lei Laohu arrived at the Three Knives Sect's location, he found it already packed with people. The Three Blades Sect was located in an old-style courtyard house in Yanjing, only much larger than a typical courtyard house. Above the main gate hung a wooden plaque with three large characters written in a flamboyant style: Three Blades Sect!

In the open space inside the courtyard, a high-raised arena was set up, upon which eighteen kinds of weapons were lined up, and two young men dressed in training uniforms were exchanging blows. Below the arena, a large crowd had already gathered, cheering from time to time.

In this era of rapid technological development and endless film and television works, it was astonishing that someone would set up an arena that seemed to belong to ancient times and publicly perform it. In the entire Yanjing, the Three Blades Sect was truly unique!

Even Lei Laohu had an excited expression, as if he had discovered a new continent. However, after seeing the two men exchanging swords on the arena, he had to shake his head in disappointment!

Was this a fight? Was this a martial arts contest? Was this martial arts? A series of questions appeared in Lei Laohu's mind. At the same time, his newly sparked interest vanished instantly!

Cat and mouse games are entertaining, but if the mouse were an ant, the cat probably wouldn't participate! Now, in Lei Laohu's eyes, San Dao was no different from an ant. Moreover, he wasn't a cat, but a tiger a hundred, a thousand times more ferocious!

"Xiao Dao, go up and play with them, make a big show of it!"

Lei Laohu gestured towards the stage, his eyelids drooping.

"Alright!"

Xiao Dao, who had been eager to try, became incredibly excited upon hearing Lei Laohu's command, as if injected with adrenaline. No sooner

had he said "Alright!" than Xiao Dao grabbed someone, pushed them down, and as the person bent over, stepped onto their back. Using the momentum, he leaped into the air like a swallow.

Since Lei Laohu and his group were standing at the very back, with a large crowd of people standing in front of them, Xiao Dao only had one option to get onto the arena: to parachute in if the crowd made way for him.

There was no way the crowd would make way for him, and Lei Laohu had said the bigger the commotion, the better. So, he had to appear in the most awesome and flamboyant way possible.

Therefore, Xiao Dao unleashed the long-lost martial arts skill of water-walking to its fullest potential. He leaped into the air, using the heads and shoulders of the crowd as footsteps, unstoppable, riding the waves as he landed on the arena with a thud.

However, Xiao Dao seemed unsatisfied with his achievement. The instant he landed, he used the momentum to launch himself into the air again, his legs like the wind, like two iron chains, attacking the two young men locked in a fierce fight from the left and right!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds rang out as Xiao Dao kicked the two young men away. One of them was kicked off the arena and crashed into the crowd, followed by screams of agony.

"What a waste! Such good light-footed skill, wasted like this by this kid. He looks neither human nor ghost. Looks like the training wasn't intense enough. We'll have to give this kid a real beating when we get back!"

Xiao Dao kicked two people away, but Lei Laohu was far from satisfied. If there hadn't been outsiders, they might have already started fighting!

Little did he know, his words instantly chilled the hearts of the thugs who had just been envious of Xiao Dao. Was this a waste? What would be considered satisfactory? Especially Lei Laohu's last sentence, which sent chills down their spines.

"Luckily, I wasn't chosen to go up there, or I would have been in big trouble!"

At this moment, everyone, including Eisen, had this thought simultaneously…

Looking at Xiao Dao still posing on the stage, no one envied him for being personally chosen by Lei Laohu. Instead, their gazes towards Xiao Dao held a mixture of pity and schadenfreude… Hmph, serves you right for showing off, how about that? "Did he get struck by lightning?"

Poor Little Knife had no idea that his performance hadn't earned Lei Laohu's approval. On the contrary, because of his actions, he would be receiving "special treatment" for a long time to come. Right now, he was looking arrogantly at the two young men he'd kicked away, who were now glaring at him angrily. Their expressions, their manner, their posture—they were utterly arrogant!

"Boy, who are you? Don't you know where you are? Daring to cause trouble for my Three Knives Sect, you're asking for trouble!"

After the two young men climbed back onto the stage, they didn't immediately attack Little Knife. It seemed that Little Knife's kick had made them realize the difference in power, so they chose to hold back!

"Three Knife Sect? What's the Three Knife Sect? Never heard of it?"

Little Knife asked, puzzled.

In fact, having spent years in places like Yanjing, how could Little Knife not know about the Three Knife Sect or the Three Knife Society? Although the Three Knives Gang was no match for a behemoth like the Azure Dragon Gang, it was still several levels above the Three Wolves Gang, which he used to belong to.

Both were ruthless, but the Three Wolves Gang was like a giant compared to a newborn infant in front of the Mad Wolf Gang. The Three Knives Gang, on the other hand, was like a five- or six-year-old child. A five- or six-year-old can't compare to a giant, but they could easily crush a newborn.

Little Knife, who used to be just a gofer in the Three Wolves Gang, never imagined he'd one day face a behemoth like the Three Knives Gang.

Therefore, although Little Knife appeared strong on the surface, deep down he was somewhat apprehensive. His immediate attack was merely a way to bolster his courage!

Back then, the Three Knives Gang was someone he looked up to, but now, they were actually coming to challenge him. This was something he wouldn't have dared to even dream of before, but now it had actually happened!

Life is truly amazing! Would this have happened to him in the past? No, definitely not. But it happened now. Xiao Dao knew very well that all of this was thanks to Brother Fan. Therefore, he had to repay Brother Fan with everything he had, even his own life!

Thinking of Yang Fan, Xiao Dao found that his fear wasn't so severe anymore. It was as if he had found a pillar of support. His anxiety was gone, replaced by a strong confidence from the bottom of his heart!

"Kid, you'd better leave now. This isn't a place for you. Wait until the sect leader comes, you'll be sorry!"

The young man who had asked Xiao Dao the question was furious at Xiao Dao's retort, but considering the other party's terrifying strength, he didn't dare to provoke him and could only boast from the side.

"Oh? Is that so? I came here tonight to find your sect leader and spar with him. How can I leave without seeing him? Where is your sect leader? Hurry up and call him out!"

With his burden lifted, Xiao Dao spoke more casually, even clapping his hands as if to show disdain for fighting.

Little did he know, his attitude was even more infuriating. Even Lei Laohu twitched his lips in exasperation. He now realized how good this kid was at putting on an act. But to be fair, looking at the kid now, he did resemble himself somewhat. Perhaps he could consider taking him as a disciple…

"Is that so? Who wants to spar with our sect leader? I'd like to see who dares to be so arrogant as to challenge our sect leader! Looking across the entire Yanjing, I doubt anyone would dare say such a thing. Aren't they afraid of biting their tongue?"

Just then, a slightly androgynous voice came from a room in the courtyard. Then, the door opened, and a young man, barely over twenty, walked out of the room with a cold expression.

"Young Master!"

Upon seeing this young man, the two youths injured by Xiao Dao immediately bowed.

"Young Master? Judging by your appearance, you must be of high status. What, the leader of the Three Blades Sect doesn't dare show himself and actually sends a greenhorn to deal with me?"

Xiao Dao raised an eyebrow, speaking in an air of superiority. He seemed to have forgotten that he was actually younger than the other man; if the other man was a greenhorn, what about himself…?

However, the young master didn't consider this question, because he was completely enraged by Xiao Dao's words. Although the Three Blades Sect wasn't a large gang, when did it become someone else's place to boss them around?

Moreover, this young man, seemingly younger than him, was acting like an elder in front of him—this was simply intolerable!

"Hmph, since you want to experience the skills of my Three Blades Sect, then I'll spar with you a few times. I want to see if your hand skills are as sharp as your words!"

As he spoke, the young sect leader leaped forward, taking a few steps to reach Xiao Dao. At the same time, he brought his palm together, launching a palm-blade attack straight at Xiao Dao's face.

"Well done!"

Facing the opponent's fierce palm-blade attack, Xiao Dao was not surprised but delighted. He shouted and threw a punch to meet it...

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Chapter 138 [Wu the Pockmarked]

Xiao Dao's fighting skills mostly came from Aisen's teachings. And Aisen's fighting techniques always emphasized only three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate!

Defeat the target as quickly as possible, choose the most ruthless way to attack, identify the target, and strike with certainty! This is the combat experience that Aisen has learned in his long career in underground boxing.

His moves, though not flashy, were undeniably practical, far surpassing those of mere fancy footwork. Moreover, because Eisen's moves weren't intended to injure but to kill, they possessed a certain brutality and ruthlessness.

While Xiao Dao hadn't fully mastered Eisen's techniques, he had undergone a week of rigorous training under Eisen's grueling methods. Coupled with his exceptional talent, his first use of Eisen's deadly moves in combat yielded three or four tenths of Eisen's skill.

Even Eisen felt somewhat ashamed of himself, considering he had spent more time immersing himself in these techniques than Xiao Dao himself had. Yet Xiao Dao had learned three or four tenths of his skill in just one week. If this continued, wouldn't Xiao Dao surpass him in a month or two?

However, Eisen felt no jealousy towards Xiao Dao; on the contrary, he felt a sense of satisfaction. In a sense, Xiao Dao could be considered half his apprentice. Seeing his apprentice's current achievements, how could he, as the master, be jealous?

However, just as Aisen was feeling proud of Xiao Dao's achievements, Xiao Dao and the young sect leader officially clashed!

Although the young sect leader didn't wield a sword, a faint sword aura flowed between his palms, making even Xiao Dao's hair stand on end. With a palm strike, Xiao Dao's hair was blown to the sides by the sword aura, forming a perfect middle part!

Just as the young sect leader's palm strike was about to hit Xiao Dao's forehead, his straight punch was already thrown out. His punch didn't directly meet the opponent's palm, but instead struck the opponent's wrist—a diversionary tactic!

If the young sect leader didn't change his attack, then before his palm could strike Xiao Dao, Xiao Dao's fist would have already slammed into his wrist.

The wrist, especially the joint, is undoubtedly one of the most vulnerable parts of the hand. Although the young sect leader was extremely confident in his strength, it didn't mean he could withstand Xiao Dao's full-force attack unscathed.

Moreover, he sensed a tremendous danger from Xiao Dao's fist; even before the fist landed on his hand, a powerful gust of wind swept in. This forced him to change his move.

Changing from palm to claw, the young sect leader curled his five fingers and grabbed directly at Xiao Dao's fist, seemingly trying to forcibly seize his arm.

Seeing his opponent's reaction, Xiao Dao let out a cold snort. He didn't change his move and still threw a punch.

Bang! The instant fist and palm collided, a barely audible sonic wave came from the point of impact. Xiao Dao remained motionless, but his cheeks suddenly flushed red. On the other hand, the young sect leader was directly forced back a step by the shockwave!

One remained motionless, while the other took a step back, seemingly indicating a clear difference in skill. However, this was not the case. Xiao Dao, as the attacker, had an inherent advantage. Conversely, the young sect leader, caught off guard by a hasty change of move, had no time to prepare a proper defense and was actually forced back a step by Xiao Dao. But Xiao Dao was also in a bad position. Therefore, in reality, this exchange was evenly matched, with neither gaining a significant advantage!

"Dark Force? I didn't expect you to have already cultivated Dark Force at such a young age!"

The young sect leader did not continue his attack but instead looked at Xiao Dao warily, his previous anger replaced by solemnity.

While a Dark Force expert might not be considered a true master, the fact that the other party had already cultivated Dark Force at such a young age was quite surprising to the young sect leader. Even he himself had only recently cultivated Dark Force.

"You're not bad either!"

Xiao Dao smiled, forcibly swallowing the mouthful of blood that rose to his throat.

"Not bad, at your age, you've already cultivated internal strength. Even I have to admire you. However, if you think you can cause trouble for my Three Blades Sect with your strength alone, you're far from enough. Today, I'll show you the true strength of my Three Blades Sect and let you understand why my Three Blades Sect has been able to establish itself in the Yanjing region!"

As he spoke, the young sect leader took two long swords from the weapon rack beside the arena and tossed one to Xiao Dao.

Catching the long sword thrown to him, Xiao Dao twirled it beautifully before speaking, "I've long heard that the Three Blades Sect is famous for its swordsmanship. Today, let me truly experience the swordsmanship of the Three Blades Sect!"

"You'll find out soon enough. I'm sure you won't be disappointed!"

"I hope so!"

The two, locked in a fierce battle, not only refused to admit defeat in their aura but also exchanged sharp words. However, just as they were about to clash again, a muffled voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

"Stop, Tong'er, step back!"

Shortly after the voice faded, a burly man in his early forties or fifties appeared on the arena. This man had a pockmarked face and a face full of fleshy muscles, especially a scar that ran diagonally from his left eyelid down to his right cheek, making him look terrifying. His

already somewhat ferocious appearance, coupled with this horrifying scar, gave Xiao Dao an inexplicable sense of pressure.

However, what surprised him even more was that he hadn't noticed how the man had appeared on the arena at all; he seemed to have appeared there instantly, without any prior warning.

But Xiao Dao understood that the man hadn't appeared suddenly, but rather with incredible speed. The reason he couldn't see the man's movements clearly was because the man was so fast.

However, at the moment the man appeared, he still felt fluctuations in the air, which confirmed his deduction.

“Young brother, our Three Blades Sect never provokes trouble, so we shouldn’t have offended you. But what exactly do you mean by acting this way?”

The moment the other man spoke, Xiao Dao immediately recognized him as Wu Dama, the leader of the Three Blades Sect and the president of the Three Blades Society!

Although he had already guessed the man’s identity, he still couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when he heard him admit it. After all, Wu Dama had been famous for a long time, leaving an indelible mark on the minds of thugs like Xiao Dao.

In the eyes of thugs like Xiao Dao, he was practically a mythical figure. Although he had already adjusted his mindset, Xiao Dao was still a little nervous when facing him in person.

“Alright, it’s time for us to make our appearance. This kid’s performance, while not entirely satisfactory, was still not bad!”

Lei Laohu, observing Xiao Dao’s reaction from afar, nodded subtly before speaking to Aisen beside him.

In fact, Lei Laohu was intentionally grooming Xiao Dao. He discovered that Xiao Dao, besides possessing considerable talent in cultivation, was also quite capable in other areas; what he lacked was simply experience. Such a person, with just a little guidance and a platform to showcase his abilities, could easily shoulder great responsibilities.

This was not only why Lei Laohu had taken a liking to Xiao Dao, but also the real reason why Yang Fan had his eye on him. Yang Fan had mentioned Xiao Dao when he introduced him to Xiao Dao and the others. Therefore, Lei Laohu was so concerned about Xiao Dao's situation.

Almost instantly after speaking, Lei Laohu and Aisen vanished from their spots. Even those standing beside them were unaware of their disappearance. When they tried to search for them, they found that the two had already appeared on the arena.

The moment Lei Laohu and the other appeared on the arena, Wu Damaizi immediately sensed it. However, his current mood was exactly the same as Xiaodao's. He had no idea how the two had appeared on the arena. Even with his innate realm strength, he couldn't sense their presence, which could only mean one thing: their strength was definitely above his own!

Wu Damazi was intimidating in appearance, looking like a bandit, but in reality, he was an extremely meticulous person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to develop the Three Knives Society to its current state.

Therefore, upon seeing the two men, he showed no hostility, but instead clasped his hands and said, "May I ask how you two friends are addressed? What brings you to my humble abode?"

Ignoring Wu Damazi, Lei Laohu turned his head and asked Xiao Dao without turning around, "Do you know where you went wrong just now?"

"Where did I go wrong?"

Xiao Dao was taken aback. He thought his performance was pretty good, after all, he hadn't embarrassed himself, but now he was being told he was wrong? What was going on?

However, Xiao Dao only hesitated for a moment before lowering his head and answering, "Coach Lei, Xiao Dao knows he was wrong and is willing to accept punishment!"

Lei Laohu continued to ask, "Oh? Do you know where you went wrong?"

"I shouldn't have been so stubborn!"

At this point, Xiao Dao lowered his head.

"Hmph, good that you know. While being stubborn isn't necessarily a bad thing, blindly being stubborn is a sign of foolishness. If you had used a retreating motion to neutralize that hidden force, you wouldn't have been injured. But you, for the sake of your pride, stubbornly took the blow, resulting in your injury. I hope you reflect on this. If this were a real life-or-death struggle, you would already be dead, not from your opponent's hands, but from your stubborn pride!"

"Alright, since you know you were wrong, I don't want to pursue this matter any further. When you get back, your training will be doubled!"

Upon hearing "doubled training," Xiao Dao's body trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down, raised his head, and said resolutely, "Yes!"

Chapter 139 [Three Knives Sect]

While Lei Laohu was reprimanding Xiao Dao, Wu Dama remained silent, observing quietly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. But in reality, he was curiously observing Lei Laohu and Aisen.

First, there was Eisen. He could clearly sense that Eisen's aura was at the juncture between the peak of the Acquired Realm and the Innate Realm, just one step away from the Innate Realm. While such a person could be considered a master, he wasn't even worth his attention. Because Wu Damaizi himself was an Innate Realm master!

However, to his surprise, he clearly sensed an aura of death emanating from Eisen. This tall foreign man actually gave him a strong sense of threat, as if if the two were to fight, the outcome was still uncertain.

This was precisely why Wu Damaizi was astonished. The Acquired Realm and the Innate Realm were completely different concepts; a single step could mean a world of difference. Even a peak Acquired Realm master would only face death against an Innate Realm master.

Yet, Eisen, despite being only at the peak of the Acquired Realm, gave him the feeling of being an equal master. Why was this? Was it an illusion?

No, absolutely not. Those with cultivation reaching the Innate Realm had a far greater sensitivity to the spiritual energy and changes in aura than ordinary people. They could completely sense any aura that posed a threat to them. Therefore, Wu Damaizi was certain that even if he won against Aisen, it would be a Pyrrhic victory!

Little did he know that Aisen had spent his entire life immersed in underground boxing, practically living on the brink of death every day. His combat experience was incredibly rich, and the blood on his hands was so plentiful that even he himself was unaware of it. Moreover, having now mastered the true cultivation techniques passed down by Lei Laohu, he was far beyond the reach of ordinary innate masters

. After scrutinizing Aisen, Wu Damaizi turned his gaze to Lei Laohu. If Aisen gave him the feeling of being evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand, then Lei Laohu gave him a feeling of utter invincibility.

The other man stood seemingly casually before him, yet he exuded a mountain-like heaviness, a sea-like pressure that overwhelmed him, extinguishing any fighting spirit within him. Wu Damaizi even had the illusion that with the slightest movement, the other man could obliterate him with a mere wave of his hand!

Although it seemed absurd, Wu Damaizi knew perfectly well that it was all real. If he made a move, not only would he be wiped out tonight, but the entire Three Blades Sect would likely be expelled from Yanjing!

He just couldn't understand when such a master had appeared in Yanjing. He knew every master in Yanjing, both in the legitimate and underworld circles, inside and out. In his eyes, those people were like high-ranking gods; they posed a great threat, but they wouldn't attack him.

Why would a god contend with mortals or ants? This was the fundamental reason why Wu Damaizi, while not the most powerful in Yanjing, could still exist safely.

But the person before him, though not one of those he knew, was no weaker than them. And yet, this very person had sought him out. Why? Was there some unknown force in Yanjing? Or had an outsider approached him? Or perhaps, for some other reason?

Wu Damaizi's ability to rise from humble beginnings with the Three Knives Sect and build a powerful underworld organization like the Three Knives Society that could survive in Yanjing speaks volumes about his exceptional abilities. Beyond his innate strength, he possesses an extraordinary intellect and an remarkable capacity for sensing danger.

Countless times, he has relied on his superhuman sense of smell to escape danger before it even arrives. This very fact has led him to almost blindly trust his instincts.

And it is precisely because of this that he immediately grasped the current situation: whether it's external forces or unknown entities in Yanjing, since they have targeted him, there is absolutely no way he can remain uninvolved!

Thinking this through, Wu Dama immediately had a plan. He turned to the young man behind him and said, "Tong'er, let everyone disperse first. Tell them there's something going on tonight, the performance is temporarily over, and they can come back tomorrow night!"

Without waiting for the young man's reaction, he then said to Lei Laohu, "Gentlemen, guests are always welcome. Why don't you come to my humble abode for a cup of tea?"

"Hmm!"

Observing Wu Dama's reaction, Lei Laohu couldn't help but nod inwardly. This leader of the Three Blades Sect was indeed extraordinary!

Soon, the crowd that had gathered in the courtyard left one after another, without showing any dissatisfaction. This also showed the prestige of the Three Blades Sect on Chaoyang Street!

In the blink of an eye, the large courtyard became empty, leaving only Lei Laohu's group and the members of the Three Blades Sect. In total, there were no more than fifty people.

Upon seeing the group Lei Laohu brought, Wu Dama's eyes narrowed again. He could sense that although their cultivation levels weren't high—some hadn't even cultivated internal energy yet—he saw immense potential within them. Any one of these individuals, if placed in the Three Blades Sect, would be a key figure for training!

"Who are these people? How come there are so many experts?"

While secretly plotting, Wu Dama led Lei Laohu and Aisen into the room. As for Xiao Dao, he had already retreated into the crowd to receive the warm greetings from his brothers.

Inside the room, after Lei Laohu and his two companions sat down, Wu Dama ordered tea to be served to the two men before speaking, "Gentlemen, tell me your purpose. Although my Three Blades Sect is a small sect, if we can help you, we certainly won't refuse!"

Lei Laohu took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Haha, since Sect Leader Wu is so direct, then I, Lei, won't stand on ceremony. Indeed, I came to see Sect Leader Lei tonight because I have a small matter that requires your sect's help, but it's nothing major. I just want to use your sect's name to help those kids outside train their troops!"

"Train troops?"

Wu Dama asked in confusion.

"Hehe, hasn't your Three Blades Sect always been at odds with the Iron Blood Gang across Chaoyang Street? I want to use your Three Blades Sect's name to have my men help you wipe out the Iron Blood Gang, but we lack a legitimate reason, so we're just using your Three Blades Sect's name. But don't worry, we absolutely won't let your Three Blades Sect do anything!"

Lei Laohu laughed.

Lei Laohu was laughing, and Wu Dama was laughing too, though his smile seemed somewhat forced. Lei Laohu had already put it this way; if he still didn't understand, he'd be a fool!

Although Lei Laohu hadn't explicitly said he'd let the Three Blades Sect do anything, only wanting to use their name, if they were to actually use the Three Blades Sect's name to attack the Iron Blood Gang, it would be tantamount to binding the entire Three Blades Sect to the enemy's chariot. In other words, it would be merging the Three Blades Sect with them!

And the consequence of such a merger would be that the Three Blades Sect and the Three Blades Gang would cease to exist in Yanjing. As for what would ultimately happen, Wu Dama had no idea!

"How about it? Sect Leader Wu, can you give me, Lei Laohu, face? I've heard the Iron Blood Gang has always been your mortal enemy. Our intervention this time is a favor to you, isn't it? It's a mutually beneficial deal, Sect Leader Wu shouldn't refuse, right?"

"Could I refuse? Would I dare refuse? I'm afraid if I said that, the Three Blades Sect would be wiped out before the Iron Blood Gang!"

Wu Dama was speechless.

Although he didn't have much ambition, he didn't want to be bullied. It was because the Iron Blood Gang frequently caused trouble in Chaoyang Street that he formed the Three Blades Society to counter them. Even so, friction between the two sides was frequent. Moreover, the Iron Blood Gang also had a Xiantian master, which was why neither side could gain the upper hand!

Undoubtedly, Lei Laohu's proposal was very tempting for Wu Dama. With Lei Laohu's help, he could not only eliminate the Iron Blood Gang, his biggest enemy, but also further develop the Three Blades Society.

The problem was, Wu Damaizi feared that the other side would wipe out the Iron Blood Gang one minute and then turn around and destroy his Three Knives Society the next. That would be like asking a tiger for its skin! This was Wu Damaizi's biggest worry.

Seemingly sensing Wu Damaizi's concern, Lei Laohu continued, "Sect Leader Wu, rest assured, we absolutely have no intention of getting involved with the Three Knives Society. In fact, we have no interest in the entire underground underworld of Yanjing. What we need is simply a space where we won't be disturbed. Of course, if someone is willing, we can also help them deal with the three major gangs and take over the entire Yanjing underworld in one fell swoop!"

"Take over the entire Yanjing underworld!"

Wu Damaizi was genuinely startled by Lei Laohu's words. This man had such audacity, actually wanting to target the three major gangs!

What were the three major gangs? Wu Damaizi knew very well. In the entire Yanjing, the three major gangs could be said to have influence in both the legal and illegal worlds, not only with complex relationships and backgrounds, but also with extremely powerful forces!

If it were anyone else saying such things, he probably would have called them a lunatic. But it was Lei Laohu, a burly man whose mere glance sent chills down Wu Dama's spine, who said it. For some reason, Wu Dama actually felt a little inclined to believe him.

"So, Master Wu, I wonder if you're interested in the entire underworld of Yanjing? If so, I think we can still cooperate. But don't worry, even if we really take over the entire underworld of Yanjing, Yanjing will still be yours. We just want Master Wu to help us without reservation when we need his assistance!"

Just as Wu Dama was hesitating, Lei Laohu dropped another bombshell...

Chapter 140 [Midnight Attack]

Indeed, Wu Dama didn't have much ambition, but that didn't mean he had none at all. He was a man, and a man with blood in his veins, otherwise he wouldn't have raised the banner of the Three Knives Society!

But taking over the entire underworld of Yanjing was something Wu Dama had never even considered. Although he was passionate, it didn't mean he was ignorant. What are the three major gangs?

The Green Dragon Gang, the Mad Tiger Gang, and the Mad Wolf Gang. Leaving aside their leaders, each gang's three top generals are all renowned figures in the underworld. Wherever they go, their names alone are enough to send people running for their lives! Any one of these individuals could easily wipe out ten or more gangs like the Three Knives Society.

Yet now, they want the Three Knives Society to deal with such behemoths as the three major gangs. Is this like throwing an egg against a rock? No, because Wu Dama is very self-aware. He knows that his Three Knives Society is nothing compared to the three major gangs; they're just weaklings!

However, Lei Laohu's words also ignited the fighting spirit within Wu Dama. It's said that a man's ambition lies in all directions. In this day and age, ambition isn't just about achieving success in politics; it can also be about carving out a niche in the business world, or in other areas. And building an empire within the Dark Dynasty is also the dream of countless people!

Although Wu Dama didn't know Lei Laohu's true identity, he knew that in Beijing, the capital city, many high-ranking officials and prominent figures, unable to directly engage in organized crime, would use proxies to cultivate their own power base within various underworld factions.

This was commonplace, most notably the three major gangs. Everyone knew that these three gangs were backed by mysterious forces. Otherwise, they couldn't have grown into super gangs, among the most powerful in China, in just a few years.

Besides the three major gangs, most of the more respectable gangs in Beijing were backed by political, military, or business tycoons. This was an underlying phenomenon, and also an inevitable law of survival.

In this world, there is both white and black; whether in politics or business, one needs to interact with various forces. This interaction naturally involves people from all walks of life. While the underworld plays a clandestine role, it occupies a crucial position.

For example, threats, kidnapping, extortion, and other such methods require organizations like the underworld that disregard the law to carry them out. Under the clear sky, society is far from as simple and transparent as it appears on the surface!

In fact, Wu Dama had considered finding a powerful force to support him. After all, while this would reduce the Three Knives Society to someone else's power, sometimes choosing sides is necessary for survival in this society.

However, before this, Wu Dama was just a martial artist, barely making ends meet with a small martial arts school. While not at the very bottom of society, he wasn't a high-ranking figure either, and he had no opportunity to interact with the upper class. Therefore, although he wanted to choose a side, he simply had no chance.

The appearance of Lei Laohu, however, gave him an opportunity. Wu Dama was worried about the strength of the force he chose and whether it could protect him.

Wu Dama knew this, and Lei Laohu understood it too. To subdue a force, one must demonstrate methods that command sufficient submission; otherwise, how could one gain the other's recognition, or even loyalty? Therefore, although his actions tonight were intended as training, he also intended to show Wu Damaizi the strength of his side!

Thinking this, Lei Laohu slowly said, "Actually, Sect Leader Wu doesn't need to agree to us now. However, if Sect Leader Wu is interested, he might as well come with us to take a look. If we can't defeat the Iron Blood Gang, it wouldn't be difficult for Sect Leader Wu to protect himself with the strength of the Three Knives Society. On the contrary, if the Iron Blood Gang is accidentally wiped out by us, Sect Leader Wu can consider it then. Anyway, we're not in a hurry!"

"Is that so... excellent!"

Hearing Lei Laohu say this, Wu Damaizi's eyes lit up.

Yes, if the other side can wipe out the Iron Blood Gang, even if their backing isn't as powerful as the three major gangs, they're still at least not weak. Anyway, it's not like I'm immediately facing the three major gangs. Having a force to rely on isn't necessarily a bad thing. I can always back out...

As night fell, just as Lei Laohu and Aisen, along with their brothers, followed Wu Dama towards the Iron Blood Gang headquarters, Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan emerged from Dongfang Lido.

Yang Fan trusted Lei Laohu's abilities. Although he looked burly and unrefined, beneath his rugged exterior lay a shrewd and calculating mind. He was

not only thorough in his planning but also very strategic. Therefore, he wasn't worried when he heard that Lei Laohu had taken Xiaodao and his group out for training. Besides, even if there was danger, with a Qi-manipulation Realm expert like Lei Laohu, there wouldn't be any problems.

Instead of going back to Dongfang Lan's apartment, Yang Fan chose to go back to Shen Ruoxi's place. Yesterday, after Lin Jia Tan's incident, Yang Fan didn't even have time to say goodbye to Shen Ruolan.

After all, he and Shen Ruolan were friends, and it's only natural for friends to inform each other when parting ways. Moreover, they had left halfway through each other's concerts. Yang Fan felt somewhat apologetic towards her.

Originally, Yang Fan didn't know where Shen Ruolan lived, but considering she was Shen Ruoxi's sister, he figured she should go back and see her sister. With that in mind, Yang Fan decided to return to Shen Ruoxi's place.

Although Yang Fan knew he was being watched and that separating from Dongfang Lan might put her in danger, he was completely at ease about her safety. It wasn't that Dongfang Lan was a hidden martial arts master; rather, she had a super bodyguard by her side, the little nun Shui Xin.

Even now, Yang Fan still didn't understand how Dongfang Lan had managed to make Shui Xin so obedient, and the two had become inseparable best friends. Even now, Shui Xin has completely forgotten about Lei Laohu and his past.

With a sigh, Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. If that little girl had been so determined to take him back to her sect, he really wouldn't know what to do!

He could wield his Blood-Drinking Sword without hesitation against enemies, but against non-enemies, even if they weren't friends, he couldn't bring himself to use that sword. Moreover, although Shui Xin was a bit stubborn, her heart wasn't bad!

But now it was better. With Shui Xin by Dongfang Lan's side, Yang Fan knew that even he himself probably couldn't approach Dongfang Lan silently.

Although Shui Xin's cultivation was only at the third level of Qi Activation, Yang Fan had a feeling that her true cultivation was far greater. The reason she had been entangled with Lei Laohu for so long was probably because Shui Xin didn't want to truly harm him.

Otherwise, if their cultivation levels were similar, they would have either both been severely injured or one would have died; they would never have been entangled for months without either of them getting hurt.

Based on Yang Fan's experience, he couldn't believe such a thing could happen. He had already experienced Lei Laohu's true cultivation level and knew his own strength. Therefore, the only explanation for this phenomenon was that Shui Xin was intentionally holding back, meaning that Shui Xin's true strength far surpassed Lei Laohu's!

Therefore, with Shui Xin by Dongfang Lan's side, Yang Fan wasn't worried about Dongfang Lan's safety at all. After all, the real target was him, so naturally they wouldn't send a powerful expert to cause trouble for Dongfang Lan.

Watching Dongfang Lan's silver sports car gradually disappear from sight, a slight smile appeared on Yang Fan's lips. He didn't choose to take a taxi but instead strolled alone through the underworld streets, quietly enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. The

ancient streets, the marble surfaces eroded white by time—Yanjing, known as the ancient capital, had many ancient relics left behind by sages and saints. Even a random courtyard house might have been the residence of a great sage or a high-ranking official in ancient times.

Although Yanjing (Beijing) is the capital of China, the most economically developed and prosperous city in the entire country, many ancient buildings have been preserved.

Take the street Yang Fan was walking on, for example. It was said to have been built during the Ming Dynasty. Although it looks somewhat old now, it remains as smooth as ever. This is why it has been preserved as a historical site to this day!

Ancient China has left behind countless treasures, each with its own unique features. Even these ancient buildings, after thousands of years of vicissitudes, have remained unchanged. This alone is enough to demonstrate the boundless wisdom of the ancient Chinese people.

Strolling along this street, Yang Fan felt an indescribable tranquility. The mantras "Lin" and "Bing" activated automatically, without even Yang Fan's awareness. He felt an indescribable peace within him, and it seemed as if someone was continuously chanting Buddhist scriptures in his ears. Under the influence of the lingering Buddhist chants, Yang Fan seemed to have entered a wondrous world!

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan. A phantom-like figure abruptly appeared in the darkness, like a shimmering wave of light twisting in mid-air, moving with unparalleled speed from a short distance away, shooting towards Yang Fan like lightning!

"Ling!"

Almost the instant the shadow appeared, it was already in front of Yang Fan. At the same time, a gray dagger gleaming with a blue light appeared in its hand, aimed at Yang Fan's heart…

Chapter 141 [Fatal Blow]

The attacker's speed, ruthlessness, and timing were nothing short of masterful!

At this moment, Yang Fan was at a crucial juncture of enlightenment. His vigilance and ability to sense danger were far weaker than usual. In fact, he was completely unaware of any danger; in his state of mental clarity, how could he possibly know that someone was attacking him at this moment?

Therefore, faced with the sudden attack, he had no time to react. Only when the dagger in his opponent's hand was half a step away from his chest, and he could even feel the chilling killing intent through his skin, did he finally react.

At this moment, Yang Fan didn't have time to consider anything else. His rich combat experience allowed him to make the best choice.

With one foot on the ground, Yang Fan quickly retreated, simultaneously slashing with his right palm, transforming it into a palm-blade strike against his opponent's wrist holding the dagger.

The retreat and attack were seamless, with no pause whatsoever; all the movements were almost instantaneous. This single move demonstrated Yang Fan's extraordinary adaptability!

However, while his reaction was fast, his opponent's was equally swift. Seeing that Yang Fan had actually dodged his fatal blow, the newcomer let out a soft exclamation, a hint of surprise appearing in his snake-like eyes in the darkness.

But at the same time as his surprise, his speed suddenly increased again, and he charged towards Yang Fan once more. At the same time, a curved blade suddenly appeared in his other hand, slashing towards Yang Fan's hand that was about to strike his wrist.

In this situation, if Yang Fan didn't withdraw his hand, he would definitely lose it. Even if he could knock the dagger from his opponent's hand before it reached his arm, he still wouldn't escape the fate of having his arm crippled.

Trading an arm for knocking away his opponent's weapon was a losing proposition for Yang Fan, so just as the curved blade was about to strike his hand, he quickly withdrew his hand and simultaneously unleashed his

full speed, retreating rapidly. Unfortunately, Yang Fan's usually prideful speed was useless tonight; his opponent was no slower than him. As he retreated rapidly, his opponent was also closing in, the dagger still less than half an inch from his chest!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had covered nearly ten zhang, while his opponent had closed the distance to within ten zhang

as well. On the dark street, two figures flashed by, their forms barely discernible! Fortunately, this area was a cultural heritage site; although some residents lived there, their numbers were relatively small, and the ancient road was completely deserted. Otherwise, witnessing this scene would have been like seeing a ghost.

However, even if someone were present, Yang Fan had no time to consider their opinions. He was facing the most dangerous crisis he had faced in eighteen years!

At this moment, even the slightest hesitation, the slightest slip, or a misstep would result in a poisoned dagger protruding from his chest!

While rapidly retreating, Yang Fan quickly considered how to avert the danger. Retreating indefinitely was clearly impossible. Not only was his opponent's speed comparable to his own, but less than ten zhang behind him lay a blind spot; even if he wanted to retreat, there would be nowhere to go.

In dire straits, people often unleash tremendous potential. Of course, this requires a strong will; otherwise, they might lose all fighting spirit before even realizing their potential.

Undoubtedly, Yang Fan possessed an extremely firm will, and so at this moment, he erupted! With a loud shout, he suddenly stopped, his feet stomping on the ground, the hard marble floor actually breaking through. Using the force of that stomp, he rose directly from the ground, like a soaring roc, flying ten meters into the air, barely defusing the opponent's seemingly fatal attack. Simultaneously

, Yang Fan launched a counterattack, the Blood-Drinking Soft Sword, usually worn as a belt, appearing in his hand. He tapped the air with both feet, performing an incredible 180-degree turn in mid-air, head down, feet up, the Blood-Drinking Soft Sword in his hand transforming into a crimson light, stabbing towards the dark figure.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In just a short moment, Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword clashed with his opponent's curved blade no less than a hundred times. A series of melodious sounds rang out, and sparks flew between the two.

Throughout this, Yang Fan remained in a dagger-like position, feet up and head down, suspended in mid-air. The shadowy figure also remained largely unchanged, except that instead of thrusting the dagger at Yang Fan's throat, he parried upwards.

Sword light flashed, blade energy crisscrossed, and sand and stones flew across the ground. The once smooth marble surface was shattered by the sword light and blade energy, not only exploding but also kicking up clouds of dust.

Gradually, Yang Fan and the shadowy figure completely disappeared into the sand and stones, leaving behind a massive tornado-like explosion on the previously empty ground. The tornado twisted and turned, and the sounds of clashing swords echoed from within. The entire battlefield was impossible to see clearly; only the clanging sounds hinted at the intensity of the battle!

After a long while, Yang Fan emerged from the tornado. Although he was unharmed, his heaving chest and slightly disheveled clothes indicated he wasn't in good condition. Shortly after

Yang Fan left the battle, the tornado dissipated, and the sand and gravel fell to the ground with a crackling sound, like a hailstorm. At the same time, the dark figure who attacked Yang Fan finally came into view.

This person wore black ninja attire, holding a long and a short curved sword in each hand. Only a pair of venomous eyes were visible, obscuring his face.

Yet, those eyes were enough to make anyone who saw him remember them. Because those eyes didn't seem to belong to a human; they were sinister, terrifying, bloodthirsty, cruel… encompassing almost all the darkest emotions of the world, but utterly lacking any human sunshine or humanity.

However, what truly caught Yang Fan's attention were the two curved swords, one long and one short, in the other's hand. These two swords indicated that the person before him was a ninja in a Japanese ninja clan, surpassing even the Jonin level!

In fact, within Japanese ninja clans, neither Genin, Chunin, nor Jonin could be considered true ninjas. Only those who reached Jonin level or higher could be considered true ninjas.

True ninjas were further categorized into Human Ninja, Earth Ninja, Heaven Ninja, and God Ninja. Yang Fan didn't know the criteria for these distinctions, but both Human and God Ninjas shared one thing in common: they all carried two swords, one long and one short.

Those who weren't considered true ninjas only possessed a long sword, not a short one. This short sword was a symbol of their status; only when a ninja's strength suddenly reached Jonin level, or Human Ninja, could they receive a short sword from the ninja organization.

Upon further breakthroughs in Human Ninja strength, they could apply to the organization again for another short sword symbolizing their ninja prowess. Therefore, ninjas of different strengths wield different short blades.

This so-called Ninja Guild is actually the Yasukuni Shrine in Japan. Every ninja who becomes a ninja from an ordinary person must undergo a ceremony at the Yasukuni Shrine, and each promotion also takes place there.

Yang Fan had heard of this, but according to his knowledge, the Yasukuni Shrine maintains extremely strict control over ninjas; true ninjas are never allowed to leave the shrine. Only those below the level of Human Ninja can freely enter and leave the shrine. This is the real reason why Jonin are considered high-level ninjas in Japan.

Moreover, even among the upper, middle, and lower ranks of ninja, they rarely appear in the sight of ordinary people. The word "ninja" has always carried a strong sense of mystery in Japan.

But first, seven Chunin appeared, and now a true ninja surpassing Jonin has appeared before him, launching a series of assassination attempts. What could be the reason?

Could it be because of the Holy Buddha Relic? Or did they know some secrets about the Holy Buddha Relic that even he himself was unaware of? That's why they attacked him twice after learning he possessed it?

Before this, Yang Fan had always believed he was the person in the world with the deepest understanding of the Holy Buddha Relic, because he possessed the secret of the Nine Syllable Mantra. But these recent events forced him to change his mind.

Now, he was almost certain that the Yasukuni Shrine in Japan held a secret about the Holy Buddha Relic, a secret he himself might not even know. Only this could explain why these ninjas had come after him one after another.

But what was this secret? Could it be that the Nine Syllable Mantra wasn't the true value of the Holy Buddha Relic? What secrets lay hidden behind the Holy Buddha Relic?

It seems that if he has the time, he must make a trip to Japan and investigate the truth at the Yasukuni Shrine. Otherwise, it would be a tragedy to possess a treasure trove without knowing its true value!

Chapter 142 [Earth Ninja Master]

Japanese ninjas, due to their varying strengths, carry different short blades symbolizing their status. From Human Ninja to Divine Blade, their short blades are silver, gray, black, and jet black, respectively. As for the reason for this distinction, Yang Fan has no idea.

The short blade in the hand of the ninja before him is gray, meaning his strength is at least at the Earth Ninja level. If we were to categorize him according to the strength of Chinese martial artists, he would belong to the Refining Spirit Realm!

Chinese martial artists, after reaching the Innate Realm, are divided into Fetal Breathing, Qi Movement, Refining Spirit, Transformation into Emptiness, and Primordial Chaos. Each realm has a fundamental difference. Fetal Breathing involves tempering the physical body with innate spiritual energy; Qi Movement involves familiarity with and application of celestial spiritual energy; and Refining Spirit involves cultivating the primordial spirit, that is, spiritual power.

Different realms are entirely different concepts, and the difference in strength between them is like an insurmountable chasm. Generally, those separated by just one realm are simply unable to fight, even if one is at the peak of the tenth realm and the other at the early stage of the first realm—there's no comparison!

While the strength classification of Japanese ninjas differs from that of Chinese martial artists, they share a fundamental similarity. This is because Japanese ninjutsu evolved from Chinese martial arts, naturally inheriting the Chinese strength ranking system.

Although many say that Japanese ninjutsu is worthless, lacking the depth and breadth of Chinese martial arts, and at best merely stealing some superficial aspects, Yang Fan disagrees.

Every martial art has its strengths. In fact, martial arts themselves are neither good nor bad; the key lies in the user's understanding and mastery.

Both Chinese martial arts and the ninjutsu that evolved from them have their advantages and disadvantages. It's true that ninjutsu is not as profound as Chinese martial arts, which has been passed down for over a thousand years.

However, precisely because Chinese martial arts have such a long history, they have branched out into thousands of sub-branches, each forming its own school and style. As a result, much of the essence of martial arts itself has been forgotten.

Especially in modern martial arts, the pursuit of flashy moves and beautiful postures often neglects the fundamental purpose of martial arts: self-defense and combat, not merely fitness.

Therefore, many essential principles have been discarded, leaving only elaborate routines. Such martial arts are flashy but impractical; they may be suitable for performance, but in combat, the user will likely die without even knowing how.

In contrast, Japanese ninjutsu, while derived from Chinese martial arts, has taken a different approach, abandoning traditional techniques in favor of a single, decisive strike. Therefore, Japanese ninjutsu is often the best secret technique for assassination and murder.

Of course, this doesn't mean all Chinese martial arts have abandoned their essence; it simply means that some secular schools, unaware of the true meaning of martial arts, have discarded the treasures left by their ancestors. Some long-established sects haven't given up on this; on the contrary, they continue to refine Chinese martial arts.

However, these sects rarely appear in public, leading to their gradual fading from view and being forgotten. Even those who know of them often regard them as almost divine beings. These sects have thus formed an independent system: the cultivation system, a special group that transcends martial arts and pursues the ultimate in martial arts!

However, although the strength classification of Japanese ninjas differs somewhat from that of Chinese martial artists, the gap isn't significant. In other words, the Japanese ninja with the strength of a low-ranking ninja is comparable to a master of the Refining Spirit Realm in China!

The Refining Spirit Realm? What kind of realm is that? Although Yang Fan is very clear about the standards for classifying martial artist strength, he hasn't truly reached that realm, so his understanding of the Refining Spirit Realm is only superficial.

However, not understanding the Refining Spirit Realm doesn't mean he's unaware of the terrifying power of a master at that level. Leaving aside the Refining Spirit Realm, even a master at the Fetal Breathing Realm could easily dominate unless encountering reclusive figures. Let alone a master at the Refining Spirit Realm.

After his battle with Lei Laohu, Yang Fan unexpectedly reached the Qi Movement Realm, but only at the first level. In just a few days, he couldn't break through again.

Back then, his fifth level of Fetal Breathing allowed him to barely fight Lei Laohu. But this didn't mean that with his current first level of Qi Movement, he could defeat a ninja at the Refining Spirit Realm.

Qi Movement and Refining Spirit are two different concepts. One is the control of spiritual energy, belonging to the physical level; the other is the refinement of the primordial spirit, belonging to the spiritual level. It's like comparing a millionaire who only pursues material wealth to a billionaire who pursues spiritual enjoyment—there's no comparison!

Facing a master at the Refining Spirit Realm, Yang Fan had absolutely no confidence. This wasn't a lack of confidence, but rather a fundamental difference between the two. Confidence is a good thing; it can unleash people's potential. However, excessive or blind confidence becomes arrogance and narcissism!

Coldly observing his opponent, Yang Fan gripped the Blood-Drinking Sword, standing ten feet away. He didn't launch an attack, his true energy flowing throughout his body, his mental power fully deployed. At this moment, although he didn't move, he had already prepared the most perfect defense!

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but that he simply couldn't. He knew that if he didn't move, he would be fine; if

he did, he would immediately be subjected to a storm of attacks. Not moving allowed him to create the perfect defense; moving, even while defending, would always reveal an opening. Facing someone whose strength far surpassed his own, even the slightest opening could be fatal for Yang Fan. Therefore, he couldn't move, and dared not move!

On the other hand, the ninja also didn't move, but his venomous eyes never left Yang Fan for a moment. A flicker of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes; clearly, he was equally curious that Yang Fan had escaped his deadly attack!

"Chinese, you're quite good, managing to dodge my sneak attack. However, it's all over!"

A hoarse voice came from the other man's mouth. That voice was like the cry of a demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, the ninja moved again. The instant his words fell, a white mist suddenly erupted where he stood, and his figure vanished into the mist.

"A ninjutsu?"

Faced with such a bizarre scene, a smile involuntarily appeared on Yang Fan's lips. He might not be good at other things, but his mastery of Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination and strategy) was at a master level. He had already studied all the books on Qimen Dunjia by the age of ten.

Just as the ninja disappeared, Yang Fan's soft sword twitched, the Blood-Drinking Sword emitting a sword cry. Simultaneously, flashes of sword light appeared as Yang Fan slashed towards the void to his right.

*Clang!* Another clang of metal clashing rang out, and Yang Fan staggered back five steps before coming to a stop. At the same time, the ninja reappeared where his soft sword had struck.

Seeing that Yang Fan had broken his escape technique in a single move, the ninja finally showed some emotion. His cultivation was clearly far superior to his opponent's, yet he had failed twice in a row—a disgrace that a ninja could never wash away!

Therefore, he acted again. He had to use his opponent's blood to wash away the shame in his heart; otherwise, he would live with that shame for the rest of his life.

However, this time, he did not use his escape technique again. While escape techniques were unpredictable and could perfectly conceal oneself using the environment, they had a fatal weakness: in the escape state, one could only unleash half of their true strength.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, because in the escape state, others couldn't detect their presence, and in a situation of surprise, half strength was still enough to kill in one blow.

However, this ninja was unlucky, encountering Yang Fan, who could see through ninjutsu. This rendered his escape techniques useless.

Faced with a monster like Yang Fan, the unpredictable assassination methods of ninjutsu were ineffective. Therefore, he didn't choose to attack Yang Fan with ninjutsu, but instead opted for superior cultivation, hoping to suppress Yang Fan with absolute power.

Although this method was despised in the ninja world, it was undeniably a very practical approach to dealing with Yang Fan. Before absolute power, all methods are useless.

Without flashy moves or complicated techniques, he sheathed his short blade and slashed down at Yang Fan from above, channeling all his cultivation into the curved blade!

Yang Fan channeled his true energy into the Blood-Drinking Sword, desperately trying to defend himself. He felt a sense of disorientation; what he faced wasn't a devastating strike, but a massive, crushing mountain, making it hard to breathe.

He also realized that he had no choice but to meet the attack head-on; no matter how he retreated or dodged, he couldn't avoid it. He had no option but to withstand it!

Bang! The moment the swords clashed, the ground beneath Yang Fan's feet exploded. A powerful force emanated from the sword, permeating every corner of his body. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed from its depths…

Chapter 143 [Primordial Spirit Incarnation]

One strike followed by two; the opponent gave Yang Fan no chance to react. The first strike shattered the stone slab beneath his feet; the second, his entire foot sank into the ground; the third, his lower body was completely embedded in the earth!

Three strikes, just three strikes, and Yang Fan was pinned to the ground like a stake. The Blood-Drinking Sword in Yang Fan's hand emitted a ferocious aura; though not broken, it was still cleaved in three places by the opponent's curved blade.

This was only because of the special material of Yang Fan's Blood-Drinking Sword; otherwise, a full-force strike from a Refining Spirit expert would be enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, let alone three consecutive strikes!

However, even with the strength of a Ninja Refining Spirit, unleashing three consecutive strikes was still incredibly taxing on him. As the third strike landed, his slashing speed paused for a fleeting moment.

However, it was precisely this brief instant that gave Yang Fan his opportunity. Seizing that moment, Yang Fan roared, channeling his true energy into his feet, and broke free from the ground. At the same time, the Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand flashed; the previously taut blade suddenly softened, transforming into a serpentine blade that pierced towards the opponent's eyes.

Seeing that Yang Fan had not only escaped injury during his all-out attack but had even launched a counterattack, the ninja was once again moved. However, he had no time to think at this moment. Faced with Yang Fan's unpredictable swordsmanship, he had no choice but to retreat. But as he retreated, several ninja shuriken gleaming suddenly appeared in his hand, which had been holding his short sword!

Five ninja shuriken, arranged in a five-pointed star pattern, shot towards Yang Fan, targeting his upper, middle, and lower body, forcing him to parry with his sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Several crisp sounds rang out as Yang Fan deflected the five ninja shuriken with his sword, but the advantage he had gained was instantly vanished!

Stopping, Yang Fan's face was somewhat pale. Enduring three moves from his opponent had already caused him considerable injury. After all, his opponent was a ninja with the strength of the Refining Spirit Realm. If it were before, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even one move from his opponent.

The reason he was able to withstand it was thanks to the strengthening effect of the Holy Buddha Relic on his body. Moreover, when attacked, the blood relic atop the pagoda fused with his heart automatically activated, dissipating eight or nine tenths of the force that surged into his body with each activation.

This was how Yang Fan successfully withstood the opponent's three blows. In fact, even now, Yang Fan still doesn't understand the true purpose of the pagoda and the blood relic on it.

Logically, among the nine great Buddha relics, the Buddha bone relic strengthens bones, so this blood relic should strengthen blood. However, Yang Fan didn't feel any obvious changes in his blood. If it weren't for the pagoda's sudden activation, he would have almost forgotten its existence.

But this time, however, Yang Fan saw the true purpose of the blood relic. Its function wasn't a one-time strengthening of the bloodline, but rather a subtle alteration of the blood, enhancing defense, and, in the most critical moments, the ability to unleash latent potential, allowing the body to recover energy and heal injuries.

In other words, possessing the Blood Relic is equivalent to possessing an elixir of immortality. As long as one is not completely dead, the Blood Relic can automatically heal any injury, no matter how severe.

However, Yang Fan doesn't have much time to study the true value of the Blood Relic right now. Feeling his injuries healing at a visible speed, he is overjoyed and sees a glimmer of victory!

"Chinese, you're increasingly surprising me. Hand over the Holy Buddha Relic, and I might leave you with a whole corpse!"

The ninja pointed his curved sword at Yang Fan and said in broken Chinese.

"Heh, I don't have any other skills, but my bones are harder than most people's. Want the Holy Buddha Relic? Fine, come and get it yourself if you have the guts!"

"Looks like you're courting death?"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the ninja's eyes flashed with coldness again.

"Think what you want!"

Yang Fan shrugged, speechless. He was clearly telling the truth, so why wouldn't the ninja believe him? " That's right! After being strengthened by the Buddha's relic, my bones are already much harder than ordinary people's!

" "Very good! Very good! Today I'll show you what a true ninja is, and let you understand that the dignity of the Earth Ninja is not to be desecrated!"

As he spoke, a black aura suddenly burst forth from the ninja's body. The black aura continuously condensed and twisted above his head, eventually forming an indescribably ugly, evil, and sinister monster.

The monster had countless arms, but instead of hands, these arms bore distorted human faces. However, the expressions on these faces were filled with pain, cruelty, and other emotions, making anyone who saw it feel a chill run down their spine.

"Is this the method of the Refining Spirit Realm?"

Yang Fan knew that after reaching the Refining Spirit Realm, one could condense intangible spiritual power into various tangible objects. These objects condensed from spiritual power were called Primordial Spirit Incarnations.

Primordial Spirit Incarnations could be tangible or intangible. Because he exists between the tangible and the intangible, he can often kill without leaving a trace, leaving the victim with no idea how they died. The primordial spirit avatar is the signature technique of the Refining Spirit realm! Although

Yang Fan had already guessed that his opponent's cultivation had reached the Refining Spirit realm, he still couldn't help but be moved when he saw the opponent use the primordial spirit avatar. After all, the difference between the two was simply too great!

However, in the instant Yang Fan was stunned, the primordial spirit avatar above the earth ninja's head moved. Suddenly, the primordial spirit avatar's hands lengthened, like giant octopus arms, surrounding Yang Fan from all directions.

Each hand's ghostly face emitted a series of shrill screams, and the expression on each face was chilling. Enveloped in black, Yang Fan felt as if he were trapped in a ghostly realm. All around him, above and below, were endless ghostly shadows!

This is a strange technique somewhere between a domain and the art of divination, similar to illusion. It bewitches the mind, yet it exists in a state of being both real and unreal. If you believe it to be real, it is unreal; but if you believe it to be unreal, an illusion, it becomes real, even capable of completely obliterating your sanity—truly bizarre!

"Flame Seal!"

Faced with this unpredictable attack, Yang Fan understood that martial arts alone would be useless. His only remaining reliance was the Buddhist combat technique from the Nine True Words!

The insurmountable gap between the Refining Spirit Realm and the Qi Movement Realm lies in the fact that the Refining Spirit Realm can unleash attacks with the primordial spirit, something the Qi Movement Realm cannot match. There is a fundamental difference between the two!

One is the application of power, while the other has risen to the level of comprehending the Great Dao. It's like the difference between a mortal and an immortal. Such a gap is fundamentally insurmountable.

In other words, given the unique nature of Yang Fan's Nine Heavens Thunderous Technique, he is virtually invincible among those of the same level. Even at the first level of Qi Movement, he is capable of contending with those at the tenth level. However, against someone at the Refining Spirit realm, he is certain to be defeated.

This is why, upon seeing his opponent use their Primordial Spirit Avatar, he didn't launch a preemptive attack but instead placed all his hopes on the Nine True Words.

The Nine True Words is a technique specifically for cultivating spiritual power. Although Yang Fan's own level prevents him from refining his spiritual power into a Primordial Spirit, nor from releasing his Primordial Spirit to condense into an avatar, his spiritual power far surpasses that of others at the same level. In fact, if we disregard the difference in levels, in terms of quantity, his spiritual power is not much different from that of an average Refining Spirit realm cultivator.

This is precisely the unique aspect of the Nine True Words. It can infinitely enhance spiritual power; while it cannot transform it, it can turn a small stream into a vast ocean!

As the saying goes, little by little, great things come to those who wait. Like a hundred-yuan bill, it can be a banknote or individual coins. While they may appear unrelated, their essence is the same.

Currently, Yang Fan's spiritual power is equivalent to individual coins, while the ninja's is a hundred-yuan bill. If Yang Fan wants to exchange his individual coins for a hundred-yuan bill, he must go to a bank. This exchange process is the process of advancement!

Before the exchange, although his individual coins could still be used to buy things, some sellers would refuse to sell to him because of their low value. But if he exchanged them for a hundred-yuan bill, this wouldn't happen!

"Flame Seal!"

With Yang Fan's shout, streaks of blue light suddenly appeared behind him—the wisdom fire possessed only by the Immovable King!

Yang Fan used the Immovable King Mantra to activate his spiritual power, unleashing the Flame Seal from the Immovable King Seal, actually summoning the wisdom fire!

This was Yang Fan's first time using the Flame Seal, and he didn't know its power. But the moment the opponent

's primordial spirit pressed down, the thought suddenly flashed through his mind, causing him to unconsciously use the Flame Seal. In his view, the opponent's primordial spirit was clearly evil, and all evil creatures should fear fire and light. That was why he thought of using the Flame Seal!

"Boom!"

However, the instant Yang Fan unleashed the Flame Seal, the opponent's primordial spirit avatar had already attacked him...

Chapter 144 [Worse Than Death]

Boom! The Flame Seal ignited, and Yang Fan was completely covered in blue flames of wisdom. At the same time, the opponent's primordial spirit avatar attacked him.

Those distorted faces, mouths agape, revealed chilling demonic fangs as they lunged at him. However, just as it was about to touch Yang Fan, deep blue flames suddenly erupted from his body. The instant the flames appeared, they directly ignited those terrifying ghost faces!

"Chirp!"

Flames danced, blue flames burning incessantly on the ghostly faces. In almost an instant, the hands that had been reaching out to Yang Fan were incinerated into nothingness. The illusion Yang Fan had just been trapped in also vanished automatically.

"What kind of technique is this? You clearly only have the strength of the Qi Movement Realm, how can you use spiritual power? What kind of flame is that, that can actually burn the primordial spirit? I've never heard of it before!"

The ninja asked several questions in a row, as if that wasn't enough to express his astonishment; his eyes bulged.

"Chinese martial arts are profound and have a long history. What's so strange about a technique you haven't heard of? However, I will satisfy your curiosity, Rope Seal!" As

soon as he finished speaking, a rope suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's hand. The rope immediately wrapped around the primordial spirit avatar above the opponent's head.

Through the previous attempt, Yang Fan had learned the true nature of the Immovable King Seal. This Immovable King Seal doesn't offer much advantage in physical combat, but it has an innate advantage in spiritual battles.

It's like a burly man relying solely on brute force fighting a child who has mastered exquisite techniques. The child, due to physical limitations, can't directly confront the opponent, but with his refined skills, he can certainly hold his own.

A rope emitting a faint blue light suddenly appeared above the opponent's head, binding his primordial spirit before he could react.

Something on the rope seemed to be extremely damaging to the opponent's primordial spirit; as soon as the rope bound him, his primordial spirit immediately let out screams and sizzling sounds.

"Three-Diamond Vajra Seal!"

Before the opponent could react, three more golden diamonds radiating dazzling golden light suddenly appeared around Yang Fan. The diamonds, forming a triangle, hurtled towards the opponent's primordial spirit.

"Flame Seal, Rope Seal, Three-Drill Vajra Seal—of the fourteen seals of the Immovable King Seal, Yang Fan unleashed three in one breath. Even with his vast spiritual power, after simultaneously unleashing three seals, his body swayed, his face turned ashen, and he looked utterly exhausted.

'Ah!'

A strange cry came from the ninja's mouth. Although his primordial spirit avatar was invisible, Yang Fan's attack was also a spiritual attack. Using the invisible to attack the invisible, it still severely injured his primordial spirit.

With a bang, the ninja's primordial spirit avatar was completely obliterated under Yang Fan's frenzied bombardment. However, just when Yang Fan thought it was all over, black mist reappeared above the ninja's head, and soon, an identical primordial spirit avatar reappeared before Yang Fan.

'How could this be?'

Seeing this, Yang Fan's pupils constricted sharply.

'What? Are you curious? A primordial spirit avatar is not so easily destroyed.'" "If your strength were like mine, perhaps I would still fear you a bit. Unfortunately, you are too weak. Although you possess a supreme secret technique, you can't even unleash one ten-thousandth of its power!"

The ninja glanced at Yang Fan mockingly. His face was pale, but compared to Yang Fan, it was far better!

Yang Fan smiled bitterly to himself, knowing he had underestimated the true strength of someone at the Refining Spirit Realm. He had thought that relying on the Immovable King Seal, a Buddhist combat technique, he could catch his opponent off guard.

But he hadn't expected the vast difference in strength between them. Although he could injure his opponent, he couldn't completely destroy him. On the contrary, due to the previous exertion, his mental energy was now almost completely depleted. It was already difficult enough for him to keep his mind clear; at this moment, he had no power to resist at all!

"How is it? Do you feel weak all over and just want to sleep? Sleep if you want to. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm going to take you back to the shrine, imprison your soul, and make you honestly tell me the technique you just used." Before this, I won't kill you. On the contrary, I'll take good care of you! Haha…”

The ninja didn't continue attacking, because he had already seen Yang Fan's current state and understood the consequences of excessive mental energy consumption. In his eyes, Yang Fan was now a lamb to the slaughter, posing no threat whatsoever!

A sense of weariness rose from the bottom of Yang Fan's heart. He found that his eyelids were starting to droop uncontrollably. The side effect of excessive mental energy consumption was that it would plunge his consciousness into a deep sleep, possibly even a state of suspended animation. Unless his mental energy recovered, he would have no chance of waking up.

But in this situation, could he sleep? If he fainted, was there any hope of escape? Just as his consciousness was about to drift into sleep, Yang Fan bit his tongue hard. Taking advantage of the excruciating pain that shot through his heart, he leaped into the air and fled into the distance!

Escape! This was Yang Fan's only thought now. If his mental energy hadn't been so depleted, perhaps he could have fought his opponent. But now, with his mental energy exhausted, he had no chance of winning. What else could he do but escape?

"Escape? You think you can escape?"

Seeing Yang Fan turn and run, a mocking smile flashed in the ninja's eyes. Immediately afterward, he also quickly chased after Yang Fan.

The two figures moved swiftly through the night, maintaining a distance of about ten meters between them. In fact, this wasn't because Yang Fan was faster than his opponent; on the contrary, he was slower. But the reason the ninja hadn't caught up was because he was playing a cat-and-mouse game!

As a senior once said, most Japanese people have some degree of psychological distortion, and ninjas are a concentration camp of such distortions. This local ninja master before him was similarly twisted.

He didn't like to kill his opponents directly, but preferred to slowly torture them, bit by bit, driving their spirits to collapse like a cat playing with a mouse. He wouldn't devour them whole, but would first torture them until they had no will to escape or no will to live before slowly enjoying his spoils.

He could naturally see that Yang Fan was on the verge of unconsciousness, so he wasn't in a hurry, not at all. In his eyes, Yang Fan was already fish on the chopping block. That's why he followed him at a leisurely pace, watching to see how long Yang Fan could escape and where he would run to!

Yang Fan, moving at breakneck speed, had no time to discern directions, only knowing to flee aimlessly. However, subconsciously, he was running towards familiar places, though he didn't realize it.

However, by the time he realized what was happening, he found himself unknowingly at Shen Ruoxi's residence. This discovery immediately filled him with regret. He had lured a powerful ninja here—wasn't that like inviting a wolf into the house?

Unfortunately, just as Yang Fan was about to turn and leave, his momentary lapse in concentration had blocked his path. Perhaps the ninja had lost his cat-and-mouse game, or perhaps he was simply tired of it.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore? Don't you still have the strength?"

Blocking Yang Fan's path, the ninja's eyes, barely visible, gleamed with mockery.

"Hmph, if you want my life, you'll have to see if you have the ability!"

At this moment, Yang Fan calmed down. Escape was impossible; he had no choice but to fight to the death. He could only hope that Shen Ruoxi was working overtime and hadn't returned!

With a cold snort, Yang Fan concentrated all his true energy into his sword. The sword flashed, and in a state of perfect harmony between man and sword, he slashed fiercely at his opponent.

Moreover, at the last moment, Yang Fan directly broke the seal within his body. Instantly, a blood-red dragon soul burst forth from within him, his eyes immediately turning crimson. A blood-red dragon shadow suddenly appeared around the sword, circling incessantly. At this moment, Yang Fan and the Blood-Drinking Sword ceased to exist; only a blood-red dragon remained, crashing fiercely towards the ninja!

Blood light soared into the sky. At this moment, everyone in the entire neighborhood felt a bloody aura emanating from their very core, and the entire neighborhood was permeated with a bloody stench. At this moment, Yang Fan no longer cared about revealing his strength to ordinary people. The only thought remaining in his mind was to completely annihilate his opponent.

"What kind of technique is this?"

Seeing Yang Fan transform into a blood-red dragon and charge towards him, the ninja's expression instantly changed drastically, because he felt a chilling aura emanating from this blood-red dragon. However, at this moment, he couldn't hold back either. With a swipe of his curved blade, he retreated instead of advancing, meeting the blood-red dragon head-on.

Boom! A deafening roar echoed as the ninja's body was sent flying dozens of meters by the crimson dragon, crashing heavily into the wall of a building. Yang Fan, on the other hand, saw the crimson dragon vanish, while he himself plummeted from mid-air, falling unconscious.

"Cough cough!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the ninja used his sword to support himself, slowly rising from the ground. Holding his curved blade, he walked step by step towards Yang Fan, saying, "Even if you have a hundred tricks up your sleeve, it's a pity your cultivation is too low. Therefore, you are destined to die by my hand!"

With that, he reached Yang Fan's side, raising his curved blade.

However, at that moment, a chilling killing intent suddenly enveloped him, and simultaneously, a powerful voice came from behind him: "If you dare kill him, I will make you wish you were dead..."

Chapter 145 [Night Fragrance]

While Yang Fan was battling the earth ninja, another fierce battle was unfolding in the underground underworld of Yanjing.

Across from Chaoyang Street was a new street called Shunhe Road. Compared to the old-fashioned buildings of Chaoyang Street, Shunhe Road is a typical street brimming with the atmosphere of the new era.

Here, you can find all sorts of entertainment venues: bars, KTVs, nightclubs, dance halls, saunas… you name it, they have it.

Hundreds of establishments have made Shunhe Road a bustling hub. It's a paradise for young people, but also the beginning of their decadence; it's a place for extravagant spending, but also a prime location for making money!

Therefore, Shunhe Road has always been one of the most coveted areas in Beijing's underworld. Occupying this area means possessing a cash cow, endless wealth.

However, Shunhe Road has always been dominated by the Iron Blood Gang. While the Iron Blood Gang is somewhat famous in Beijing, it's definitely not a super gang; it's not impossible for another gang to take it down.

However, those familiar with the underworld know that the Iron Blood Gang is backed by the Azure Dragon Gang. In other words, the Iron Blood Gang is merely a branch of the Azure Dragon Gang. Therefore, although countless gangs covet this position, no one has dared to make a move.

As for the other two gangs that are on par with the Azure Dragon Gang, they wouldn't risk a confrontation over a mere Shunhe Road. Shunhe Road might be a coveted spot for most gangs, but to the three major gangs, it's just a decent location. Compared to their real money-making opportunities, it's negligible!

On the way here, Wu Dama kept recounting the Iron Blood Gang's information to Lei Laohu. While speaking, he secretly observed Lei Laohu's expression. Unfortunately, to Wu Dama's dismay, Lei Laohu remained completely composed, and he couldn't detect anything amiss from his expression.

Actually, the reason he told Lei Laohu all the information about the Iron Blood Gang was to see Lei Laohu's reaction. Even if Lei Laohu showed the slightest fear, his assessment of Lei Laohu would have to be reassessed.

However, Lei Laohu remained completely unchanged, leaving him unable to make a judgment. On the other hand, Xiao Dao and his group of young men all had excited expressions, showing no fear despite the Iron Blood Gang's strength. Instead, their eager expressions made Wu Dama wonder if he had gotten old and become timid, unable to even compare to a group of young men.

However, it was precisely Lei Laohu's composure and Xiao Dao and the others' eagerness that forced Wu Dama to re-evaluate their true strength. He discovered that when they heard about the Green Dragon Gang, they showed absolutely no fear, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This means that either they've never heard of the Green Dragon Gang and are completely unaware of its existence, or they know about the Green Dragon Gang but simply don't care!

But since they intend to take over the underworld, wouldn't they have a clear understanding of the underground world of Yanjing? Even Wu Damai himself didn't believe it. Therefore, there's only one conclusion: they aren't afraid of the Green Dragon Gang at all, or rather, the power behind them doesn't care about the supporters behind the Green Dragon Gang!

Thinking this way, Wu Damai felt much more at ease. Since he'd decided to ally with them, he'd rather ally with a truly powerful organization than a weakling, as this would greatly increase the chances of the Three Blades Sect joining them!

The Iron Blood Gang's headquarters was located in the most bustling section of Shunhe Road. Unlike the Three Blades Sect's headquarters, which was a martial arts school, the Iron Blood Gang's headquarters was a nightclub called Night Fragrance.

This Night Fragrance nightclub wasn't one of those upscale Shanghai nightclubs, nor did it have girls singing those outdated classic songs. Yet, Night Fragrance was the largest, most upscale, and busiest nightclub on Shunhe Road.

In the sweltering summer heat, the entire place felt like a giant furnace. Even at night, the air was thick with heat, and this oppressive atmosphere stirred even the most pent-up desires.

In a luxurious private room at Night Fragrance, Liu Ping, the leader of the Iron Blood Gang, lay in the arms of the nightclub's top hostess. One arm encircled her smooth waist, while the other slipped inside her wide-open neckline, caressing her soft flesh. He was also enjoying the cherry-like sensation from her sexy lips, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Everyone at Night Fragrance knew that Xiao Mei, the top hostess, was the Iron Blood Gang leader's mistress. Although she was the club's star attraction, she never entertained other clients, serving only Liu Ping.

Liu Ping had more than just Xiao Mei as a mistress. He had mistresses and concubines in every entertainment venue under his jurisdiction, but he favored Xiao Mei the most, spending almost every night with her.

This wasn't because she was beautiful, but also because Xiao Mei was understanding, knowing what to ask and what not to ask. Not only that, she was incredibly seductive and wanton in bed, constantly coming up with new tricks that left Liu Ping wanting more. Especially her moans, which were Liu Ping's favorite thing.

As Liu Ping's hands kneaded Xiao Mei's breasts, she showed no displeasure; instead, she let out a soft, boneless moan, which stirred Liu Ping's heart and aroused his already restless desires.

Liu Ping wasn't old, only thirty-seven or thirty-eight, in his prime, but this was also the age when a man's body began to decline in many ways. Hearing her moans now, he felt increasingly overwhelmed by this woman. She was naturally alluring, yet irresistible. Over the past two years, he had wasted countless precious moments on her.

Liu Ping, his hand around her waist, slapped her round, full buttocks, squeezing them hard a few times before speaking, "You little slut, are you horny again? You seem to be getting hornier lately. Have you been keeping a gigolo, or is it that I can't satisfy you?"

Xiao Mei rolled her eyes at him, a look both tender and seductive. Even Liu Ping, a frequent lover of hers, found it overwhelming. He felt a surge of heat, his soul completely captivated by her gaze!

"My lord, how can you be so heartless? Don't you know what kind of person I am? In the past two years, besides you, I haven't had any contact with anyone else! Your family has kept you chaste, and you don't even believe them!"

Xiao Mei said, half-coquettishly, half-punishly. As she spoke, she even touched the other woman's lips with her slender finger.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ping immediately took her finger into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. This caused Xiao Mei's entire body to tremble, and she let out a faint moan!

Although Liu Ping's health was declining, he was still quite strong. He had never neglected any of his many lovers, and sometimes even sought out several prostitutes. Now, tempted by Xiao Mei, how could he resist?

He pulled the soft, boneless woman into his arms, spread her legs, and lifted her onto his lap. The two faced each other, the woman straddling the man, her long, white, silky dress expertly lifted by Liu Ping, his hands unceremoniously gripping her full buttocks!

Xiao Mei didn't resist; on the contrary, she actively reached out to undo his belt. Having been together for so long, their coordination was naturally exceptional. Knowing each other's preferences, she naturally knew to cater to them at this moment.

However, both were seasoned veterans, so they weren't in a rush to get straight to the point. Instead, they embraced each other, teasing each other with their bodies, enjoying the pleasure before the intense encounter.

This was often more intoxicating than a real battle, elevating both souls to an unprecedented level. After all, the actual act would only last a few minutes at most; true enjoyment mostly depended on foreplay and physical intimacy.

The two kissed passionately in the luxurious private room, their bodies rubbing against each other, their clothes gradually being removed. They weren't worried about anyone disturbing their time together, as this was Liu Ping's private room, not open to the public. And when Liu Ping was here with Xiao Mei, none of his subordinates dared to disturb them at this time.

However, today, someone was destined to break this rule. Just as Liu Ping was preparing for battle, and Xiao Mei's legs were spread wide, ready to meet him, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door of the private room.

Liu Ping was furious, letting out a roar that sounded like a wild beast, his face contorted with rage. However, he wasn't one to act rashly; he knew that unless there was a special circumstance, his men wouldn't dare disturb him at this moment.

"Little darling, wait a moment, almost done!"

With that, Liu Ping thrust his hips forward a few times into her valley before reluctantly withdrawing!

Although Xiao Mei was somewhat unwilling, she still nodded obediently. She got up, kissed his weapon, and then picked up a bathrobe from the side and put it on Liu Ping, saying, "I'll wait for you!"

"Good boy, ten minutes, be right back. I'm still waiting to enjoy you, my little vixen. I just learned a new position a few days ago, and I haven't had a chance to try it on you yet. If I don't make sure you can't get out of bed tonight, I'm not Liu Ping!"

After saying that, Liu Ping turned and walked towards the door, unaware that that moment would be the last time he tasted a woman in this world...

Chapter 146 [Coming to Cause Trouble]

"Give me a reason!"

The moment he opened the door, Liu Ping shouted angrily at his subordinate who was knocking. If he hadn't thought the other party might have something urgent, he would have kicked him already.

"Master Liu... Master Liu, something terrible has happened! The nightclub has been vandalized! Wu Dama led over thirty men into the nightclub and started smashing things up without saying a word. All the customers have been scared away! The brothers are fighting them, but these guys are all incredibly skilled; two or three of them can't beat one. It looks like

we're doomed!" Although the subordinate was quite frightened by Liu Ping's angry expression, he still managed to recount the whole story haltingly. He was now truly regretting his actions. He had originally wanted to run up and report to the gang leader, perhaps even earning some credit and a small leader position. But now it seemed he'd be lucky to escape with his life!

Little did he know, he had to arrive at the crucial moment when Liu Ping was already ready to fight. Being disturbed in this situation would surely annoy any man!

"Wu the Pockmarked, what does he want? Does he really want to start a war with us? Does his bunch of lackeys dare to go against me, Liu Ping? If it weren't for the fact that we're neighbors, I would have already wiped out his Three Knives Gang. He actually dared to come knocking on our door; he's got a death wish!"

With that, Liu Ping strode menacingly towards the nightclub's front desk.

Seeing that his boss wasn't causing him trouble, Liu Ping's subordinate finally felt a temporary sense of relief. However, the menacing aura in Liu Ping's words made him uneasy again. Normally, his boss rarely took action, but when he did, it was always swift and brutal, a bloodbath.

Right now, his boss was clearly angry. With his boss's intervention, the problem should be resolved immediately, right? But then he suddenly remembered the skills of the group that had caused the disturbance, and he immediately became doubtful…

Actually, although Liu Ping spoke casually, how could he not know the strength of his old neighbor? If the Three Knives Gang were so easy to take down, he would have acted long ago; why wait until today?

Not to mention Wu Dama's strength was in no way inferior to his own, the disciples in Wu's martial arts school alone were enough to give him a run for his money. However, Wu Dama was always low-key; he wouldn't easily provoke others unless they actively sought his trouble. But tonight, he had come to disrupt his place—what did that mean?

Nevertheless, Liu Ping was, after all, a powerful underworld boss. Even with someone coming to his door, he didn't panic. With a cold face, he walked to the nightclub's lobby. The once large lobby was now mostly empty of customers, with only a few remaining members of the Iron Blood Gang and some brothers from other establishments who had rushed over after hearing the news.

In a short time, the Iron Blood Gang had gathered over a hundred men at Night Fragrance. It had to be said, the Iron Blood Gang was indeed quite powerful. However, when Liu Ping clearly saw the situation before him, his eyelids twitched violently.

He saw that his side had over a hundred men, while the enemy only had about thirty. Yet, these hundred men had been mostly taken down by the enemy's thirty-odd men. Moreover, the enemy hadn't even suffered a scratch, while his own men were almost entirely incapacitated!

As a long-time rival of the Three Blades Society, how could Liu Ping not understand their strength? He wouldn't claim to know them inside and out, but he was intimately familiar with their elite members. Therefore, he could tell at a glance that these men weren't from the Three Blades Society, or if they were, they were hiding their true strength.

If it was the former, that wouldn't be so bad, but if it was the latter, just thinking about it sent chills down Liu Ping's spine. Enemies weren't scary, but an opponent skilled at concealing their true strength was the most terrifying. Because you never knew when they would suddenly unleash their power and wipe you out in an instant!

And why was he hiding his true strength? Did he have some ulterior motive? And who were the two people beside him? Could it be that the Three Knives Society has other forces supporting them?

Having been in the underworld for so many years, Liu Ping possessed the ability to read people. He noticed that although the three were standing together, Wu Dama and the foreign giant were positioned on either side of him, maintaining a half-step distance from the giant in the middle.

What did this mean? It meant they all followed that giant! This meant Wu Dama truly had someone behind him! Moreover, the burly, middle-aged man gave him an unfathomable aura. Although he couldn't discern the man's true strength, he knew he was no match for him!

This was without any basis, but it was a martial artist's instinct. Not only Liu Ping, but even Wu Dama had this feeling, which was why he hadn't chosen to oppose Lei Laohu; otherwise, perhaps Wu Dama wouldn't be here!

"The leader!"

"The leader is here!"

Liu Ping's appearance caused the Iron Blood Gang members who had been lying on the ground to cheer. It seemed Liu Ping held considerable prestige in their eyes; otherwise, the previously lifeless hall wouldn't have transformed so suddenly.

"Men, take the wounded brothers away to treat their wounds. Leave this to me!"

After instructing his subordinates, Liu Ping turned his gaze to Wu Dama: "Brother Wu, coming over to my place is fine, but what you're doing seems a bit inappropriate, doesn't it?"

He deliberately ignored Lei Laohu's presence to probe Wu Dama's tone and gauge Lei Laohu's true identity. However, while he might try to be clever, Lei Laohu wasn't stupid either. Knowing that he wasn't the main character tonight, why would Lei Laohu want to draw the battle to him?

Touching his pockmarked face, Wu the Pockmarked tried to put on an innocent expression, saying, "Brother Liu, please don't misunderstand. I'm just here tonight to buy soy sauce, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Buy soy sauce my ass!"

Liu Ping wanted nothing more than to leave a few footprints on Wu the Pockmarked face. Buying soy sauce? Is this a popular phrase for an uncle like you? Damn it!

Liu Ping was furious, but had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only suppress it and turn his gaze to Lei Laohu, saying, "Then, brother, I wonder if I have neglected my guest in some way? Please tell me, and I will apologize to you immediately?"

Liu Ping was quite a character; even at this moment, he still had a smile on his face. It has to be said that he was very good at business, but how much sincerity was behind that sincere smile was another matter.

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. If it were anyone else, they might have been too embarrassed to fight after hearing such a thing. Unfortunately, he had encountered Lei Laohu, an anomaly who couldn't even be called human!

Therefore, he remained unmoved by Liu Ping's enthusiasm and instead said to Aisen beside him, "Hey, you big oaf, haven't you been saying you wanted to find a real sparring partner? Here's a good opportunity, go try it out, and let me see if you've been slacking off!"

"Yes, Master!"

Being called a big oaf by Lei Laohu didn't bother Aisen at all. He respectfully bowed to Lei Laohu before walking up to Liu Ping and asking, "You're Liu Ping, the leader of the Iron Blood Gang? I heard you're a master of the Innate Realm. I wonder if you dare to fight me?"

Slightly taken aback, Liu Ping clearly hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Aisen's challenge was no longer a simple underworld fight, but a duel between martial artists.

As a martial artist, being formally asked if he dared to fight was more than just a matter of face; it was a matter of a martial artist's dignity. Moreover, when the challenger's cultivation was far inferior, it was a provocation, a sign of contempt!

It was like a Western knight, sword in hand, telling another knight to settle a matter in a chivalrous manner. There was no way he could refuse; otherwise, he would be despised by all knights and lose his right to be a knight.

Martial artists also have their dignity. Although Liu Ping was involved in the underworld, he was still a martial artist, a Xiantian martial artist. Therefore, when his dignity was challenged, he had no way out.

So, after Eisen asked, Liu Ping immediately said, "Since this foreign friend wants to play with me, wouldn't it be disrespectful to an international friend if I didn't?"

"You don't need to say that, because I also practice Chinese Kung Fu, and I will defeat you with Chinese Kung Fu!"

As soon as Eisen finished speaking, he moved!

Eisen's attack style remained simple and direct: taking large strides and throwing powerful punches. With his tall figure, he resembled Tarzan, moving with his fists. With each step he took, it seemed as if the entire nightclub was trembling!

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, Eisen's fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, struck Liu Ping's face.

"Well done!"

Facing Eisen's attack, Liu Ping remained unfazed, shouting as he also threw a punch. However, his punch produced no wind; on the contrary, compared to Eisen's powerful momentum, his fist looked unremarkable.

"Bang!"

At that moment, their fists collided in mid-air...

Chapter 147 [Cross-Level Challenge]

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, accompanied by a shockwave almost invisible to the naked eye, spreading out from the point where their fists met. Eisen staggered back three steps, while Liu Ping remained completely still!

One attacked, the other defended; the attacker was forced back, while the defender remained unmoved. The difference in strength was immediately apparent. This was a difference in cultivation levels; a Post-Heaven Realm cultivator against a Pre-Heaven Realm cultivator. Eisen's mere three-step retreat was already quite impressive!

However, Eisen didn't seem very satisfied with his performance. He swung his slightly numb fist and charged forward again.

Liu Ping, on the other hand, was equally surprised to see that his full-force attack had forced his opponent back three steps. His opponent was clearly only at the peak of the Acquired Realm, while he, a Xiantian master who had already cultivated three minor cycles, couldn't defeat him in one strike.

Originally, when he saw Lei Laohu send an Acquired Realm master to fight him, Liu Ping was indifferent, but also felt a bit angry. Knowing his Xiantian level strength, yet sending an Acquired Realm master to deal with him—wasn't that looking down on him?

But now he realized that this seemingly only peak Acquired Realm foreign giant actually possessed such formidable strength, and the technique he had just used was clearly ancient Chinese martial arts. Moreover, its level was at least higher than his own!

"Again!"

Realizing this, Liu Ping also abandoned his contempt, circulated his true energy to its limit, and clashed with Eisen again.

As the battle intensified, bursts of energy shot out from the fighting circle, crushing everything in their path—tables, chairs, and other structures—into fragments. However, when these bursts of energy reached Lei Laohu, they vanished without a trace three zhang away from his body…

“Hmm, not bad. Liu Ping’s strength is indeed decent, but he’s too cunning. We can’t let him live. Otherwise, we could recruit him as a general!”

Lei Laohu’s words left Wu Damazi bewildered. Was he giving him a warning, or was he simply expressing his feelings? Just that moment had shown him Lei Laohu’s power once again, effortlessly dissolving the energy emanating from the fight between two innate masters. What kind of strength did that require? Wu Damazi had never seen anything like it!

“Hey Lao Wu, how many moves do you think it will take for them to decide the winner?”

Just as Wu Damazi was pondering the true meaning of Lei Laohu’s earlier words, the other man’s voice reached his ears again.

How many moves would it take to decide the winner? Wu Damazi was stunned again. Did he really believe that the foreign giant, with his peak Acquired Realm strength, could defeat Liu Ping, a cultivator at the Innate Realm?

Wu Dama was filled with doubt. If someone else had asked such a question, he would have thought the other person was out of their mind. Any martial artist knew that there was no comparison between different realms. An Innate Realm expert could easily remain undefeated against a group of more than ten peak Acquired Realm experts!

This was a difference in realm, which could not be compensated for by numbers. This was common knowledge in cultivation, and Wu Dama naturally knew it. But now that Lei Laohu had said it, he had to consider other possibilities. Because Lei Laohu gave him the feeling of being too powerful, so powerful that he seemed almost invincible. The credibility of what such a person said was naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Well... it's hard to say. Liu Ping comes from Shaolin and is a lay disciple. He has mastered a set of hard skills that are virtually invulnerable to anything, including swords and spears. Although his strength is not much different from mine, it is precisely because of his own techniques that I cannot break through his protective aura. I think he shouldn't be defeated too quickly!"

After thinking it over, Wu Dama gave what he considered a compromise answer.

"Oh? Shaolin protective qi, could it be a branch of Theravada Buddhism? I've heard of the Shaolin sect before; it seems to have been founded by someone called Bodhidharma. While the Shaolin sect has its strengths in martial arts, its methods emphasize external techniques. Although these external techniques, when mastered to a high level, are incredibly powerful, they are relatively difficult to learn, making them late bloomers!"

Lei Laohu paused before continuing, "However, although the Shaolin sect is also a branch of Buddhism, it falls short compared to Zen Buddhism. Back then, how illustrious was the Eastern Zen sect! Although it disappeared for some reason, even the current Western Zen sect is far superior to ordinary sects!" "Zen Buddhism

? What kind of sect is that?"

Wu Dama was slightly taken aback, but he wasn't foolish enough to ask directly. He knew that in this world, there were many truly super sects that had long since separated themselves from the secular world. They were self-contained, possessing perfect cultivation methods far superior to secular sects.

Therefore, upon hearing Lei Laohu mention Zen Buddhism, he immediately contacted those reclusive sects. He guessed that Lei Laohu was likely a representative of one of these sects; otherwise, he wouldn't have disregarded even the Shaolin Temple.

This further solidified Wu Dama's resolve to join Lei Laohu's side. No wonder he didn't take the three major gangs seriously; with the support of those reclusive sects, what were the three major gangs? After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, those reclusive sects were practically gods!

Lei Laohu observed Wu Dama's reaction closely and nodded in satisfaction. The reason he revealed this information was to make Wu Dama understand that following him would not be a loss. Only by reassuring him would Wu Dama wholeheartedly serve him.

After a pause, Lei Laohu continued, "Liu Ping practices Shaolin Hard Qigong, and Aisen's practice is also a kind of body-training technique. Although this big oaf hasn't been practicing for long, this is a good opportunity for me to see whether Shaolin Hard Qigong or my Lei Laohu's secret technique is stronger!"

"As expected!"

Hearing Lei Laohu's words, Wu Damaizi was even more certain that Aisen possessed a powerful trump card; otherwise, Lei Laohu wouldn't have sent him into battle. However, he was even more curious about what kind of technique could allow him to fight so quickly. Could it be a legendary cultivation technique?

A Daoist cultivation technique! Just thinking about those four words made Wu Damaizi's heart burn with fervor. The reason he had been stuck at the Innate Realm and unable to break through was because he lacked a Daoist cultivation technique. If he had one, he believed that sooner or later, he would break through his current realm and officially enter the ranks of cultivators!

Who in this world can escape death? No matter how beautiful and talented you are, in the end, you'll just be a skeleton in a pile of powder? The only way to obtain a longer lifespan is to defy the heavens. Only by going against the will of heaven can one possibly seize a sliver of destiny and gain a longer life. This so-called defying the heavens is cultivation!

However, cultivation has always been a mysterious concept. Although many in this world have heard of cultivation, very few have actually practiced it.

The biggest reason for this is that most cultivation techniques are held by reclusive sects, and what is passed down are merely rudimentary secrets with the subsequent cultivation methods severed. This is why there are many innate masters in the world, but truly skilled cultivators beyond the innate level are extremely rare!

Wu Damaizi wasn't stupid. He knew that Lei Laohu was deliberately telling him these things to assure him that if he could be as loyal as Aisen, he would be willing to pass on his cultivation techniques to him. But if he harbored any disloyalty, then Liu Ping would suffer the same fate.

Now, Wu Damaizi no longer cared about the outcome of the battle between Aisen and Liu Ping, because he knew that whether Liu Ping won or lost, his fate was already sealed!

However, the instant this thought arose in Wu Damaizi's mind, a new change occurred in the battle between Aisen and Liu Ping!

Suddenly, Aisen roared, and streaks of lightning appeared on his body. As the lightning flowed, he looked like the reborn Thor, his tall figure appearing exceptionally imposing.

Bang!

Their fists collided again in mid-air. Amidst the huge explosion, a flash of lightning appeared, and this time, Liu Ping was actually sent flying by a single punch!

In contrast, Eisen, with a powerful stomp of his feet, moved like a cheetah, repelling his opponent while simultaneously chasing after Liu Ping's flying body.

In mid-air, Liu Ping felt as if he had been hit by a truck; his entire body seemed to crack, his blood surging within him. Fortunately, his cultivation was strong enough to suppress the blood that welled up in his mouth.

However, before he could even land, Eisen, like a ghost, pounced again, his massive hand slamming down mercilessly.

"Ah!"

In desperation, Liu Ping could only throw a frantic punch, gathering the last bit of his true energy in his right fist, meeting Eisen's iron fist head-on without hesitation.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, and Liu Ping, still not having landed, was sent flying again, crashing heavily into the wall behind him.

"Bang!"

The entire building seemed to shake at that moment. Liu Ping's body bounced back and fell to the ground after the impact, blood gushing from his mouth. He was clearly seriously injured in Aisen's frenzied attack.

"It's over!"

However, just as Liu Ping tried to struggle to his feet, Aisen's fist appeared in front of him again. He only saw the fist getting closer and closer to his pupils, the fist getting bigger and bigger, and then he lost consciousness. Everything was over...

Chapter 148 [Taking Artistic Photos]

In a bedroom with a unique charm designed with water-themed floral patterns, the elegant decoration style was warm and romantic without losing its elegance. Judging from the layout of the bedroom, it seemed to be the bedroom of an adult, with bright colors that were not ostentatious, and elegant furnishings that were both warm and cozy. It was clear that the owner of this house was a very intellectual woman who knew how to enjoy life.

On a pink double bed, Yang Fan was lying naked. At this moment, Yang Fan's breathing was steady, his face rosy, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. However, he lay naked on the double bed, without even a last piece of clothing to cover himself.

His skin was incredibly fair and delicate, with a rosy glow; many women would surely feel ashamed upon seeing it. But on this fair and rosy skin was tattooed a blood-red dragon, adding an unusual touch to his otherwise perfect skin.

However, this dragon tattoo did not diminish the beauty of his skin; instead, it added a touch of mystery and wildness, appearing like a totem, perfectly combining mystery with masculine charm.

Moreover, besides Yang Fan, there was another girl in the room. She was a woman dressed in a simple white dress, without any adornments, exuding only elegance and tranquility. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky!

Looking at her appearance, her face was naturally beautiful, without any trace of makeup, yet her skin was smooth and delicate, with a subtle glow. Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her cheeks were like peach blossoms—a woman more beautiful than a celestial being!

At this moment, although she was facing Yang Fan's naked body, she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. On the contrary, her gaze remained fixed on the dragon tattoos on Yang Fan's body, as if admiring a work of art.

While observing, she was holding a camera in her hand, taking snapshots of Yang Fan from different angles—"artistic photos...taking...nude...photos?"

If Yang Fan were conscious at this moment, he might have committed suicide out of shame. A grown man like himself, being secretly photographed naked by a beautiful girl...God, just strike me down with lightning!

This situation, which should have been reversed, was completely reversed. He had never done anything immoral, so why was he being treated like this?

Originally, hearing this phrase would likely excite any man, as he would undoubtedly understand its implications… But what if the female lead were replaced by the male lead, and that male lead was himself…?

The girl, however, seemed to be completely absorbed in taking pictures, one after another, changing angles repeatedly… she was incredibly meticulous and attentive, even more professional than a professional!

Finally, after flashing the camera repeatedly, and having photographed every possible part of Yang Fan, the girl finally put her camera away, satisfied.

Just then, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a woman of unparalleled beauty walked in. She was dressed in a tight black leather outfit, which completely displayed her alluring curves. Her full, large breasts swayed with her movements, creating dazzling waves. Her slender waist swayed gently, and her ample hips, constricted by the tight black leather, appeared even more enormous and breathtaking!

Yang Fan recognized this person; it was Tang Wan, the woman he had met once before!

However, compared to the fragility she had shown when they first met, Tang Wan now resembled a high and mighty queen. Her brows carried an innate nobility, her cheeks were like peach blossoms, her eyes were like stars, her lips were like jade, and her skin was like ice and jade. Her beauty was otherworldly, and under the shimmering glow of the jewels surrounding her, she was even more breathtaking, like a fairy from a celestial palace who had mistakenly descended to earth!

"Su Xin, how is he? Is his injury stable?"

After entering the room, Tang Wan glanced at the naked Yang Fan on the bed before asking the woman.

Su Xin? If Yang Fan heard this name, he would definitely be surprised, because this woman was actually the mysterious woman who treated Shen Ruolan that day. However, this woman seemed to have an innate aversion to the opposite sex. He hadn't offended her, but she seemed to have a great grudge against him, wishing she could kick him out immediately.

But now, she was actually taking pictures of herself naked, hundreds of them at a time, showing no expression whatsoever in front of her naked body. One wonders what Yang Fan would think if he knew all this.

"He's alright. His vitality is far stronger than the average person's. The injuries he suffered could have healed automatically even without me. The reason he remained unconscious was because his mental energy was excessively depleted, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. I gave him some calming medicine; he'll be fine after a good night's sleep!"

She paused here before continuing, "But, Mother, is he really the person we're looking for? Didn't that person perish eighteen years ago?"

"Fallen? How is that possible? Su Xin, don't you know what kind of person he really is? Fallen? If he fell so easily, he couldn't have dominated the demon realm for so many years. Besides, the dragon markings on his body, don't they say everything? By the way, I just asked you to take some photos, did you take them all?"

"Take...take them all!"

Throughout the entire photo shoot, Su Xin showed no emotional fluctuations, but when Tang Wan asked her directly, her face turned bright red.

Seeing Su Xin's reaction, Tang Wan couldn't help but tease, "Hehe, little girl, you know how to be shy now? I thought our Su Xin was an ethereal fairy, untouched by worldly affairs. I didn't expect her to have worldly desires. Looks like this boy has quite the charm!"

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? Who had worldly desires? You don't know, this guy is a scoundrel. A while ago, he secretly came to me for treatment behind that little girl from the Shen family's back. He actually tricked that little girl into touching him down there..." "

Oh? So you knew him before. I know that little girl from the Shen family. She's still a child at heart. Although she has some talent for singing, she's a little girl who doesn't know anything. By the way, you said he tricked that little girl into touching him? Touching him where?"

"It's..."

As she spoke, Su Xin couldn't help but shift her gaze to Yang Fan's crotch. But the next moment, she immediately closed her eyes in fright. This scoundrel, even when he's unconscious, he's still not behaving himself. That place... how come it's still like that!

Seemingly influenced by Su Xin, Tang Wan's gaze involuntarily shifted to where the other's eyes were. But when she saw the towering javelin, she immediately looked away in embarrassment. Although she tried her best to remain calm, her suddenly flushed cheeks betrayed her true feelings…

“This brat, how could she let me see that thing? But, it’s so big and thick! If that thing were inserted into my body, wouldn’t it tear me apart… Ugh, what nonsense are you thinking? In front of your daughter…” After

finally clearing her mind, Tang Wan coughed lightly and said, “Alright, Su Xin, now that the photos are taken, take them back and study them. But remember, you absolutely cannot spread this around. Also, about your parents, I…” Tang Wan was interrupted by

Su Xin before she could finish her sentence: “Mother, please don’t say anymore. I don’t want to know about them, I never want to know. In my whole life, you are my only family. As for them, perhaps in their hearts, I don’t even have a daughter!”

"Sigh, you silly girl, alright, you can go back now!"

Tang Wan sighed softly. Su Xin wanted to say something, but ultimately held back and said nothing.

"Okay, Mother, I'm leaving now. You should rest early too. I'll come see you again in a few days!"

Nodding, Su Xin tried to remain calm and slowly walked towards the door. But as she turned, two lines of tears involuntarily streamed down her fair cheeks.

However, she didn't make a sound, nor did she wipe away the tears. She maintained her composure and slowly left the room…

Only after Su Xin's figure completely disappeared from sight did Tang Wan slowly withdraw her gaze. Although Su Xin was her adopted daughter, she had always treated her as her own. But apart from her deep passion for medicine, Su Xin remained indifferent to everything else, especially her biological parents, whom she deeply resented. It was only because of Tang Wan that she felt this way; if it were anyone else, she would have already turned against them.

At this moment, Tang Wan's face still held a faint blush, but the spring-like joy between her brows had been replaced by a trace of sorrow!

Turning her gaze back to Yang Fan, Tang Wan stared silently at his slightly childish yet undeniably handsome face, as if trying to see through his features to his soul.

After a long while, she finally withdrew her gaze, sighing softly. With a gentle wave of her arm, the blanket beside Yang Fan silently unfolded and slowly covered him!

It seemed as if an invisible force was pushing this, but apart from Tang Wan herself, no one else reacted at all. Yang Fan remained sound asleep, even uttering soft moans in his sleep as the blanket was placed over him…

Chapter 149 [Spring Dream Leaves No Trace]

In his deep sleep, Yang Fan found himself having a strange dream. First, a beautiful girl accompanied him, then another very beautiful and mature woman.

Both women felt familiar, but he couldn't recall their identities. However, both the young girl and the mature beauty were incredibly gentle with him, not only bathing and scrubbing his back but also sleeping with him…

Even in his dreams, he couldn't stop smiling, because the feeling of having two women on either side was just too comfortable and exciting!

Two stunningly beautiful women with contrasting styles massaged and loosened his back. The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous; the beauties were like jade, their fair and soft fists landing on his flesh, a feeling that was indescribably comfortable!

Just as he was feeling ecstatic, as if he were about to ride the wind away, the two women actually removed their clothes on their own, lying naked on either side of him, their jade arms outstretched, embracing him on either side, their breath sweet as orchids in his ears.

Yang Fan felt that the two beauties beside him were completely naked, their eyebrows like distant mountains, their eyes like stars in the clouds, their breasts and slender bellies, their exquisite navels, their most alluring features revealed, making his cheeks flush red and his breath catch in his throat.

In the past, Yang Fan, unaware of the allure of this, might have been able to resist the temptation. But having tasted its wonder with Lin Jiaxin, how could he possibly resist such a beautiful night and lovely woman in his arms?

However, at this crucial moment, a sliver of propriety remained in his heart, preventing him from taking that step. But just then, the mature beauty covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes like silk, utterly alluring!

She actually reached out a smooth, jade-like hand and touched his lower abdomen! This was bad. Little did she know that Yang Fan was on the verge of collapse; the moment her soft fingers touched him, he couldn't help but shiver, his eyes bulging, and his breathing becoming heavy. And at this critical juncture, another girl, biting her lower lip with a hidden smile, offered him a sweet kiss.

Caught between two attacks, Yang Fan's last shred of clarity vanished instantly. He took a deep breath, letting the two beauties kiss him, their arms around his neck, and he was instantly enveloped in their tender embrace…

A moment of passion is priceless. After a fierce battle, the intense pleasure was beyond words. Having been teased by the two women for some time, Yang Fan had long since turned the tables, displaying extraordinary martial prowess. He wielded his whip, charged into battle, and executed every move with ease. That night, the quilt rippled, and jade-like legs trembled with spring light. The two beauties used all their charms, their alluring advances driving Yang Fan to utter infatuation, making him forget even his own name!

The night was too short; the moon shone through the window. The three fought until midnight before finally falling into a deep sleep…

When Yang Fan regained consciousness, the events of his dream felt incredibly real, as if he had actually been there. Although he was awake, he was reluctant to open his eyes, for such a beautiful dream was truly worth savoring.

However, at that moment, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted into Yang Fan's nose—the scent of perfume, rich, mysterious, and lingering, with a touch of luxurious oriental fragrance. This perfume was a scent he was very familiar with…

“Huh? What’s going on?”

Smelling this fragrance, Yang Fan had to temporarily abandon his dream and slightly open his eyes. What greeted him was a familiar face, and a classic image of Sleeping Beauty!

“Tang…Tang Wan?”

Yang Fan couldn't understand how Tang Wan could be sleeping beside him. Upon seeing her, Yang Fan couldn't help but freeze in shock.

Yang Fan discovered that Tang Wan was indeed exceptionally beautiful, with naturally exquisite features. Every smile and frown was perfectly graceful. At this moment, her clothes were slightly loose, revealing her fair shoulders and neck still glistening with water droplets. Her breasts, thighs, and legs were all shapely and alluring, inspiring endless fantasies.

Tang Wan seemed to be fast asleep, and also dreaming. Sometimes her brows furrowed, sometimes they relaxed, a faint smile on her face.

Yang Fan felt that she was perfectly graceful and alluring in every way, every movement exuding charm. When she smiled, it was like the first warmth of spring, a gentle east wind, warm and refreshing; when she frowned, it was like clouds veiling the autumn moon, frost covering chrysanthemums, making one unable to resist her allure. He was truly captivated, his soul swayed. Such a beauty, even if she wanted him to die, he probably wouldn't hesitate for a moment, rushing to her aid!

Suddenly, a daring thought flashed through Yang Fan's mind, and once it arose, it wouldn't leave him...

He swallowed hard, and his hand trembled as he moved towards Tang Wan. If he were to gently pull on the sash of her yukata... then a delicate, white body would immediately be exposed to his view...

However, in the end, Yang Fan suppressed this thought. He couldn't bring himself to use such a lewd method on a woman who was completely unsuspecting. Moreover, although he didn't know how he got here, he knew that his escape from the ninja was largely due to him.

He only remembered that after using his full power in his killing move, he immediately fell unconscious. However, even in his unconscious state, he still had some awareness of his surroundings. He vaguely seemed to hear someone say something, but after that, he knew nothing more.

Regardless, since he was still alive and had even appeared at Tang Wan's residence, it meant that his escape was directly related to her.

Carefully observing her, Yang Fan suddenly realized that he couldn't see through this mature and sexy woman at all. The first time he met her, he thought she was a lonely, mature young woman confined to her chambers. The second time, she gave him a feeling of pure girlishness; he felt that although she appeared mature, her heart remained innocent and carefree. But this time, she gave him a feeling of unfathomable depth.

To be able to successfully rescue him from a mere Earth Ninja—what did that mean? It meant she possessed at least the strength of the Refining Spirit Realm!

Yet, he couldn't sense any energy fluctuations from her; she felt like an ordinary person. But his intuition told him that this woman was not simple… Combining all these factors, Yang Fan realized that Tang Wan was the first woman he couldn't see through in all these years!

Although Yang Fan was only eighteen, his experience was more mature than that of most people in their thirties or forties. This is related to his upbringing, but whatever the reason, there's only one person he can't understand so far—Tang Wan!

"What kind of woman are you?"

Yang Fan stared blankly at her, discovering the stunningly beautiful Tang Wan. Beneath her slightly closed eyes, her long eyelashes shone with a captivating luster, and her slightly disheveled black hair cascaded across half of her snow-white cheek—she was breathtakingly beautiful!

Suddenly, Tang Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly. Seeing that she seemed to be waking up, Yang Fan immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, not even knowing why.

However, the instant he closed his eyes, Tang Wan also opened them. Seeing herself lying next to Yang Fan, she was slightly startled, but then, as if realizing something, a blush suddenly rose on her cheeks.

Her gaze lingered on Yang Fan's face for a full half minute, then a cunning glint flashed in her eyes, as if she had seen through something. However, she didn't say anything, but instead got up and walked directly into the bathroom in the bedroom!

Only when the sound of running water came from the bathroom did Yang Fan cautiously open his eyes. He glanced at the bathroom like a thief, but instead of getting up, he immediately pretended to be asleep again.

"So early in the morning, does she have a habit of morning showers?"

Lying on the bed, listening to the continuous sound of water from the bathroom, Yang Fan muttered to himself.

"Is this considered seduction? Knowing there's a grown man in my room, she went to the bathroom to shower, and the door wasn't even closed. Is she implying that I should sneak in while she's showering and then half-heartedly give in…?"

At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something Dongfang Lan had said when she confessed her feelings to him. She said that she deliberately said she was going to shower in front of him to subtly imply that he should sneak into the bathroom while she was showering… So, if Dongfang Lan thought that way back then, is Tang Wan thinking the same way now?

Some thoughts, once formed in the mind, immediately take root, sprout, and spread relentlessly, ultimately requiring immense willpower to eradicate.

Yang Fan considered himself to have exceptional willpower, but not extraordinary willpower. So, the moment that thought formed in his mind, he immediately began to feel restless. On one hand, he worried that he might misunderstand Tang Wan's intentions; what if he rushed in and was mistaken for a pervert? On the other hand, he worried that even if he didn't misunderstand, he might hesitate and miss a golden opportunity… Undoubtedly, he was caught in a dilemma. In his mind, one voice urged him to rush into the bathroom, while another voice prevented him from doing so… However, just as he was caught in this internal struggle, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Yang Fan immediately closed his eyes again in fright!

Smelling the increasingly close fragrance, he knew that Tang Wan was definitely walking towards him. So, what exactly did she want to do? At this moment, would she be naked, sneaking into bed and taking advantage of him before he woke up?

Chapter 150 [The Girl in My Dreams]

With Yang Fan's Qi Realm Level 1 strength, while he wouldn't be unmoved by a collapsing mountain, he'd generally be able to remain calm in most situations. But at this moment, facing Tang Wan's relentless approach, Yang Fan found his heart pounding wildly, as if it might burst out at any moment.

Moreover, although he tried to control his breathing, he still found it becoming heavier and more rapid…

It's said that the unknown danger is the most terrifying, and while the situation before him wasn't exactly terrifying, it was definitely something completely unknown. Because his eyes were closed, Yang Fan dared not use his spiritual power to investigate. Therefore, he had no idea what Tang Wan was doing or what her next move was!

The only thing he knew was that she was walking towards him, because Yang Fan could smell the perfume scent growing stronger and stronger.

The already intoxicating perfume, combined with the unique scent of a woman after a bath, created a fragrance that was almost like an aphrodisiac, capable of stimulating desire.

Time passed by, second by second. Yang Fan lay in bed pretending to be asleep, his mind racing, wondering what Tang Wan was doing. She made no other move besides getting closer, which frustrated Yang Fan immensely!

If she wanted to get into my bed, she could just get in directly, pretending not to comply and then going along with her, right? But if that wasn't the case, she didn't need to get so close. Wasn't this just tempting him to commit a crime?

Finally, just as Yang Fan was about to break down, Tang Wan's melodious laughter reached his ears: "Hehe, how long are you going to pretend to be asleep? Are you planning to just stay in my bed and never get up? Or are you really addicted to sleeping?"

Hearing Tang Wan's teasing voice, Yang Fan knew that his plan had been seen through. Since that was the case, he naturally couldn't continue pretending.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Wan, who had just finished bathing. She was dressed very thinly, and beneath the light blue cloth, the white fabric binding her chest was faintly visible. Her long, black hair covered her face, strands falling to her shoulders, making her snow-white shoulders appear even more full. Her waist was slender, her height and legs long; every movement was natural, elegant, and graceful. Her charming and delightful appearance, her captivating beauty, was truly indescribable!

"How did you know I was awake?"

Yang Fan asked, somewhat embarrassed, glancing at her. He looked like a child caught lying by the teacher.

"Hehe, what's so strange about that? No one who's asleep breathes rapidly, has flushed cheeks, and cold sweat on their forehead,"

Tang Wan giggled.

"Uh..."

Yang Fan realized then that his reaction had betrayed him. But he couldn't be blamed; anyone facing such a situation would probably be nervous. Rather than face this awkward situation, he'd rather face the ninja from last night again and have another battle.

Moreover, Yang Fan discovered something that made him extremely ashamed: the mature beauty in his erotic dream was none other than Tang Wan right in front of him… Thinking about how he had actually dreamt about her, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel guilty. Could this be considered mentally raping her? Also, if that mature beauty was Tang Wan, then who was the other girl in his erotic dream?

“You… there’s no one else in the room?”

Thinking this, Yang Fan almost blurted out the question. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that asking her this question was very impolite.

Fortunately, Tang Wan didn't seem to mind Yang Fan's impolite question, and instead smiled and replied, “Of course, I’m a single woman. Why would I live with someone else? Or who do you think I should live with?”

“No, of course not!”

Yang Fan broke out in a cold sweat. Tang Wan's first sentence mentioned that she was a single woman, which made him think she was implying something, but her second sentence immediately left him speechless.

Yes, if a single woman didn't live alone, who should she live with? Did asking this question make him seem suspicious of Huai Fang's identity? Yes, absolutely. The more he thought about it, the less plausible it seemed. However, hearing what the other person said only deepened Yang Fan's confusion. Who exactly was the girl in his dream?

It's said that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Dreaming is a perfectly normal phenomenon, but no one dreams without a reason. There must be some basis in reality for a dream to occur.

In other words, the girl in his dream must have appeared before him in reality, or they must have had some interaction. Otherwise, he would never have dreamed of her, let alone dreamed of having that kind of relationship with her!

Furthermore, since he dreamed of both her and Tang Wan at the same time, it meant that they were very likely in front of him simultaneously. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dreamed of both of them at the same time. But Tang Wan said no. Was she deliberately denying it? Or was he just overthinking it?

Of course, Yang Fan understood that all of this was just his imagination, without any basis. Besides, even if he knew the girl's true identity, what then? Was he really going to have to tell her that he'd dreamt about her during his erotic dream?

"Huh? Why is the bed a little damp?"

Just then, Yang Fan suddenly felt something sticky on his lower abdomen. He was startled at first, then, as if he'd suddenly realized something, his expression turned incredibly awkward…

"Oh no, oh no! What should I do? I'm doomed!"

Yang Fan realized that he'd been having erotic sex all night and had even ejaculated in his dream… The dream was fake, but the thing had definitely come out, and he wasn't wearing any clothes, so it all ended up on Tang Wan's bed…

Yang Fan realized that he hadn't experienced as much embarrassment in his eighteen years as he had in just one day. Being with Dongfang Lan, he would occasionally encounter embarrassing situations, but those were deliberately created by Dongfang Lan. Unlike now, these embarrassing moments were completely unintentional, not intentionally created, but this kind of embarrassment was ten times, a hundred times, more embarrassing than any intentionally created embarrassment!

At this moment, the only thing left in Yang Fan's mind was to destroy the evidence, to ensure there were no witnesses. However, if Tang Wan found out about everything, then destroying the evidence would be irrelevant. Therefore, Yang Fan had to completely destroy the evidence without her noticing!

The problem was how to do it without her noticing. He didn't think he could destroy the evidence unnoticed. The only way was to lure Tang Wan out and then figure out a plan...

"Um, Miss Tang... could you please leave for a moment? I... I need to change my clothes!"

After stammering for a while, Yang Fan finally found an excuse. At this point, he didn't care about where his clothes were or who had taken them off. He figured he'd been naked all night; everything that could be seen had already been seen!

In fact, Yang Fan was right. Every part of his body that could be seen had been seen, even the parts that shouldn't be seen, and not only had they been seen, but photos had also been taken… However, Yang Fan didn't know any of this; otherwise, he might not have been embarrassed, but rather angry!

Hearing Yang Fan tell her to leave, Tang Wan's face flashed a few unnoticed smiles. She seemed to have realized something, but she didn't say anything, just nodded and left the room.

Only after she left did Yang Fan realize that he had forgotten a very important thing: his clothes were nowhere to be found. What could he possibly change out of?

Searching the entire room, Yang Fan found that besides the bed sheets, the only other things in the bedroom were a women's t-shirt and a short skirt hanging on the wall…

The bed sheets would have been a good choice, but they had some inappropriate liquid on them, so Yang Fan immediately ruled them out. That left only the t-shirt and skirt that Tang Wan had washed but hadn't had time to wear yet!

Although Yang Fan didn't think wearing her short skirt would be much better than being naked, he certainly didn't want to appear naked in front of Tang Wan again. So, Yang Fan could only reach for the t-shirt and the short skirt.

Outside the bedroom, Tang Wan suppressed a smile. She was also curious to see how Yang Fan would handle the situation. She deliberately hadn't found any clothes for him to wear, wanting to make him a little embarrassed. Of course, she really didn't have any clothes for Yang Fan to wear, because they were all women's clothes!

However, when she saw Yang Fan walk out of the bedroom, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide in astonishment…

Yang Fan was wearing shorts and a striped shawl. Although he was half-naked, it didn't seem particularly unusual; it just made her feel a little uneasy. But why did those shorts and shawl look so familiar?

"Th-those are my clothes?"

After looking for a while, Tang Wan finally recognized that Yang Fan was wearing the same Chanel miniskirt and Dior shirt that hung in her bedroom...

Scratching the back of his head, Yang Fan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Hehe, Miss Tang, I'm sorry, I really couldn't find any clothes to wear, so... But don't worry, I'll buy you a new set as soon as I get back. Also, I've taken the sheets and duvet cover off the bed I slept in and put them in the washing machine..."

"..."

Tang Wan felt her heart bleeding. Limited edition Chanel and Dior shirts—could they really be bought so easily? Of course, she wasn't concerned about the money; it was just that watching Yang Fan ruin her beloved clothes like this was a real shame. For a moment, she even had the urge to strangle him…

Chapter 151 [The Woman Who Stole My Heart]

Tang Wan was filled with regret. If she had known Yang Fan would ruin her clothes like this, she should have bought him a set of clothes sooner, or at least found one of her own bathrobes for him to wear.

Now, her beloved clothes were gone, and Yang Fan had altered them beyond recognition… Suddenly, a phrase came to mind: "You've spun your own cocoon!"

For a woman, especially a beautiful woman, clothes mean everything. It's said that men love cars, but for a woman, a beautiful and appropriate outfit is no less important than a man's love for a luxury car.

Because a piece of clothing can completely change a woman's temperament, image, and the impression she gives to others. Appropriate clothing that matches one's temperament can leave a lasting first impression, even making a lasting impression.

But now, her favorite clothes had been ruined by Yang Fan. It was like having her most cherished toy snatched away – incredibly frustrating!

At this moment, Tang Wan had no time to analyze why Yang Fan had changed the sheets and duvet cover – she'd only slept one night, why would he change them? Otherwise, with her intelligence, how could she not guess that her sheets were stained with something she shouldn't have…

"By the way, Miss Tang, how did I end up here?"

To avoid further embarrassment, Yang Fan had no choice but to ask again. During the question, he kept staring into her eyes, as if trying to see something in them.

"Oh, it's like this, I worked overtime tonight, and when I came back I found you lying in the neighborhood, so I brought you up!"

"Really? Did you see anyone else when you saw me?"

"No, when I found you, you were all alone. Oh, right, I also found a dagger next to you!"

As she spoke, Tang Wan picked up a gray dagger from the living room table and handed it to Yang Fan.

"A ninja blade?"

Seeing the short blade in Tang Wan's hand, Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He naturally recognized it as the weapon of the ninja who had chased him. But how could his weapon be lost? And what happened after he fainted? Or rather, what kind of opponent did he encounter that he couldn't even take the ninja blade, a symbol of a ninja's strength?

Or perhaps, he's already dead… For a ninja, their weapon is their life. If the weapon and the ninja are separated, there are only two possibilities: either he abandoned his ninja identity, hence the weapon that symbolizes it; or he's dead—only the dead are separated from their weapons!

Either way, it means something significant happened after he lost consciousness; otherwise, he couldn't possibly be here alive. Moreover, Tang Wan must know something about it, she just isn't telling him! However,

since she won't say, Yang Fan doesn't press the matter. She must have her reasons for not telling; his intuition tells him she wouldn't harm him!

It's a very strange feeling, not because they're intimately familiar enough to talk about anything. In fact, they've only met three times and exchanged fewer than ten sentences, yet there's a feeling of having known each other for a long time, of being kindred spirits.

This feeling wasn't just superficial familiarity, but a projection of the soul, as if they had known each other in a past life. It was indescribably wonderful, inexplicably mysterious, yet undeniably real.

Moreover, Yang Fan discovered that Tang Wan was… a woman who stirred his heart. The kind of woman he felt an instant attraction to. This attraction wasn't about wanting to possess or own her, but rather a feeling of joy upon seeing her… that kind of attraction!

After asking this question, Yang Fan fell silent, and Tang Wan, similarly, remained silent. They stood facing each other for a long time before speaking in unison.

“Miss Tang, I…”

“Yang Fan, you…”

Slightly surprised, they both looked at each other awkwardly, then said simultaneously, “You go first…”

“Ladies first, you go first!”

Yang Fan said, slightly embarrassed, touching his nose.

“Thank you!”

A slight blush rose on Tang Wan's face; even she herself didn't know what she was thanking him for.

However, Yang Fan didn't ask why she thanked him. This was the benefit of communication between intelligent people, but they still felt a tacit understanding between them.

Although it was only their third meeting, they felt like old friends who had known each other for a long time. They even understood each other's intentions with just a glance. Could this be considered telepathy?

Ji Yuyan had the same thought. For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of unease, as if she were somewhat restrained in front of this young and handsome man. Fortunately, her composure was truly exceptional; no matter how turbulent her emotions became, she wouldn't show it.

She quickly composed herself and said, "Yang Fan, I wanted to ask you, why were you lying in the neighborhood in the middle of the night? And judging from your appearance, you seemed to have been injured. Do you have some enemies? Or what?"

"Hehe, thank you for your concern, Miss Tang. It's nothing, just a few petty thieves. I'll be more careful in the future!"

Yang Fan laughed.

"A petty thief? If a lowly ninja with the strength of a Refining Spirit is only a petty thief, then what qualifies as a big petty thief?"

Tang Wan was clearly dissatisfied with Yang Fan's answer, but she didn't say it aloud. Instead, she continued, "Yang Fan, I call you by your name because I consider you a friend and don't want to be too formal. But you keep calling me 'Miss Tang,' don't you consider me a friend? You can call me Tang Wan, Wan'er, Sister Wan, whatever you want. Why do you have to call me 'Miss Tang'? Don't you know that calling someone 'Miss' is very impolite?"

After saying this, Ji Yuyan suddenly felt a little regretful. How embarrassing! Since her parents passed away, no one had called her Wan'er. Now, suddenly bringing it up, would he think it was abrupt?

But the words were already spoken, and it was too late to take them back. Fortunately, Tang Wan was as perceptive as an orchid. At the end, she added a rhetorical question to cover up her embarrassment and also to make a small joke.

"Hehe, then I'll call you Sister Wan!"

Actually, Yang Fan wanted to add, "I see you're a bit older than me, so I'll call you Sister Wan," but luckily, Yang Fan's quick wit allowed him to change his tune.

You see, telling a woman she's older than she is is a completely different matter than calling her "Miss." Calling her "Miss" can be complimentary or derogatory, depending entirely on the occasion and the person's mindset. But saying a girl is older is entirely derogatory; even if there's no particular meaning, it will be interpreted in a negative way…

"Hehe, I never expected that the person I rescued would be a little brother! I've always needed a younger brother, so I'm officially acknowledging you as my brother today. To celebrate our sisterly reunion, little brother, I'll personally cook a delicious meal, and we'll have a good drink to celebrate, how about that?"

After saying this, Tang Wan turned and went into the bedroom.

Yang Fan was speechless. Why did those three words, "little brother," sound so jarring? Had he found an older sister, or another Eastern enchantress? Why did Tang Wan's tone when calling him "little brother" sound so similar to Dongfang Lan's? And the teasing element was clearly over 90%...

However, Yang Fan found himself clearly enjoying the atmosphere. This feeling of being cared for and looked after was indeed very comfortable and pleasant... It seemed having an older sister like this wasn't necessarily a bad thing!

A short while later, Tang Wan changed into a white, tight-fitting bodysuit. Her dress had short sleeves and two teardrop-shaped cutouts at the shoulders, barely covering her hips. Whether it was because she was at home or intentionally, her attire looked somewhat casual. She gave off a homely, feminine vibe, possessing a unique charm!

"What are you looking at, you idiot!"

Tang Wan blushed slightly as Yang Fan stared intently at her, but secretly she was delighted. She waved her slender arm at Yang Fan and handed him a yukata.

"Here, change into this yukata first. I don't have any men's clothes here. This yukata is mine, but the style is fairly unisex. Just wear it for now. I'm afraid you'll scare people if you go out dressed like this!" "Thank

you!"

Yang Fan accepted the yukata with slight embarrassment, feeling a little ashamed that he had ruined her perfectly good outfit. Moreover, he could hear a hint of resentment in Tang Wan's last sentence…

"Why are you being so polite with your sister? Go change quickly, the food will be ready soon!"

Tang Wan was only a little unwilling; she wasn't really concerned about her clothes.

After saying that, she went into the kitchen. Yang Fan's gaze followed Tang Wan's every move, lingering on her alluring, full curves...

He watched as Tang Wan entered the kitchen and skillfully began tidying the stove. The stove wasn't particularly dirty, but she still tiptoed to wipe the storage cabinet above it with a towel. This caused her body to lean forward, inadvertently outlining a seductive curve. From Yang Fan's angle, it presented him with a back view that left him with endless room for imagination...

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