[Fantasy] Cultivation and Desire for a Slave Wife (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 541

[Caught in the Act] Lin Jiaxin's breathing gradually became heavy under Dongfang Lan's stimulation. She had never felt so burdened by her clothes before. Even after their lovemaking and her desires being greatly satisfied, she still couldn't resist pushing open the door and going inside… A

primal, animalistic light flashed in her eyes. Because of the small, enclosed space of the bedroom, Dongfang Lan's seductive moans could hardly escape outside. A few escaped through the cracks, but most traveled out through the door.

As a result, Lin Jiaxin's desire erupted more intensely than ever before…

Inside the room, lingering, captivating cries of pleasure emanated from Dongfang Lan's mouth, announcing the official start of the battle! One after another, cries of unbridled pleasure, one intoxicatingly beautiful, flowed tirelessly from Dongfang Lan's small mouth.

Dongfang Lan lost count of how many times she cried "I'm dying!" and "I can't take it anymore!" But that hateful bastard on top of her showed no mercy, thrusting again and again, bringing her to the peak of pleasure time and time again.

She had doubted that her body would break, but after just a couple of thrusts, she felt alive again, and even wanted more pleasure to be showered upon her!

"Ugh..."

Like a sob, like a choked sob, Dongfang Lan let out a long groan. In Yang Fan's galloping, she was like a deflated balloon, letting out a long breath before collapsing limply onto Yang Fan, unable to move an inch!

"Ugh... ugh..."

The intense stimulation escalated again and again, and Yang Fan couldn't help but let out a series of almost beastly roars from his throat. His movements could no longer maintain the grinding and stimulating state of Dongfang Lan, and began to become a violent up-and-down thrusting posture.

Another clear cry rang out, and Dongfang Lan's already hoarse voice actually let out a melodious cry like the first cry of a phoenix. She never imagined that at the last moment, she would be attacked by something scalding hot, and thus reach an unimaginable peak of pleasure!

Yang Fan, after a few final thrusts, poured all his energy into her body. Wave after wave, surge after surge, Yang Fan's essence flowed continuously into the depths of Dongfang Lan's body, like adding a catalyst on top of her peak, further intensifying the ghrelin reaction within her… Outside the door

, a sigh that seemed to well up from the depths of her soul shook Lin Jiaxin's heart. She didn't need to think to know what that sound was. It was a duet of rough and soft sounds, a passionate dance watered with hard work and sweat, a great song of human creation! And she herself had made similar sounds!

Reason told her she couldn't continue eavesdropping, she shouldn't lean against the door anymore, she should stay away from that dangerous temptation, she should throw that heart-pounding excitement to the winds… because the two people inside were the two she deeply loved!

But… she couldn't move an inch. Initial curiosity made her want to listen a little longer, just a little longer, but after listening a little longer, she couldn't help but want to listen a little longer…

Through the door, the two inside were constantly making what seemed to be the most pleasurable moans a human could utter. They were so happy, so blissful. But why was it that just a wooden door allowed her inside to be surrounded by happiness, while she outside… could only burn with jealousy? Lin Jiaxin not only felt weak in the knees from eavesdropping, but also had a deep-seated resentment stirred within her.

Pressing against the door, Lin Jiaxin slowly slid down, her heart filled with indescribable feelings. For a moment, Lin Jiaxin wanted to leap up from the ground, break down the door, throw the woman who was practically dying of pleasure out the window, and take her place.

But the next instant, she remembered Dongfang Lan's goodness. Without him, she wouldn't be alive today; perhaps years ago, she would have already thrown herself into the river, her life extinguished. Similarly, without the other party, she wouldn't have achieved what she has today!

Just then, Lin Jiaxin suddenly heard Yang Fan's voice: "Xinxin, come in! Don't hide, I knew you were outside. Don't be shy, we're all family, we'll meet again sooner or later, won't we?"

The woman's reaction reached Yang Fan's ears, making him even more convinced that his opportunity had arrived…

Actually, with his abilities, how could he not know whether someone was in his family? He just didn't want to reveal it. Although he had ulterior motives, his main purpose was to see how Lin Jiaxin would handle this matter.

"Ah! Little brother, stop! Stop it now!"

Dongfang Lan bit her cherry lips, enduring all the stimulation, and pressed down on Yang Fan's chest, making him stop. Yang Fan's voice wasn't just heard by Lin Jiaxin; Dongfang Lan heard it clearly as well.

At this moment, only one thought remained in her mind: what if someone caught them in the act? Sure enough, what she feared most was coming true; her worries were finally about to become a reality.

The thought flashed through Dongfang Lan's mind, and the only solution she could think of was to quickly get away from Yang Fan's body, put on her clothes, and cover her private parts. Whether this method was reasonable or could truly solve the problem, Dongfang Lan didn't consider that much. What she was thinking was just a woman's subconscious attention, a completely spontaneous reaction.

Yang Fan grasped Dongfang Lan's arms and smiled gently: "Good sister, what's there to be embarrassed about? We're all family, sooner or later we'll meet naked, won't we? Don't you think so?"

After saying that, Yang Fan called out to Lin Jiaxin outside: "Xinxin, haven't you come yet?"

Outside the door, Lin Jiaxin gritted her teeth, thinking to herself that it wasn't the first time she and Dongfang Lan had served Yang Fan together, and pushed the door open to enter. However, as soon as Lin Jiaxin entered, she raised her eyelids and saw a scene that most women would find unacceptable!

Yang Fan, completely naked, sat upright on the bed with his legs spread apart. He held Dongfang Lan, who was also completely naked, in his arms. Dongfang Lan was clearly overwhelmed with shyness; her hands were on Yang Fan's exposed chest, her head hung low, and her body trembled slightly, like a frightened little animal. She didn't dare to look up at anyone, let alone utter a sound.

Even though Dongfang Lan didn't look up, Lin Jiaxin could still see her skin, already flushed red, through her loose hair.

Lin Jiaxin already had a rough idea of what the scene in the room was like, so she wasn't too surprised. But when her gaze inadvertently swept over the entangled man and woman, landing on their tightly pressed parts, an unexpected thing happened!

The first thing that caught Lin Jiaxin's eye was naturally Dongfang Lan's alluring, full buttocks. Undeniably, Dongfang Lan's buttocks were very beautiful, especially from the side—a perfectly sculpted, exquisitely curvaceous S-shape!

A beautiful curve is already an alluring advantage, but her buttocks, compared to other women, possess an extra three parts firmness, three parts elasticity, three parts luster, and one part smoothness!

Such a perfect buttock shape made her swallow hard, wishing she were a man to indulge in some caress. After swallowing, she came back to her senses, and a sense of jealousy grew in her heart. She thought to herself: No wonder she could bewitch Yang Fan and make him a stalemate with her. Just that alluring buttock shape alone, only a vixen could have it.

Everyone has their own good points, everyone has their own charm. Knowing that if it were just about buttocks, she was no match for Dongfang Lan, Lin Jiaxin naturally turned her thoughts to herself, carefully examining the features she was proud of.

After careful consideration, Lin Jiaxin's expression changed again. Her previous jealousy was gradually replaced by confidence. She naturally had her own advantages, such as beautiful breasts, long legs, or jade feet. Even if her buttocks were not as full as Dongfang Lan's, they were still better than many women.

However, Lin Jiaxin's jealousy was quickly replaced by shock, and she couldn't help but gape and widen her eyes!

What surprised her wasn't their position—she herself had been in Yang Fan's arms in the same position, and even more embarrassingly! What puzzled her was that Dongfang Lan's lower abdomen was slightly swollen, like that of a pregnant woman!

At this moment, Dongfang Lan's lower abdomen resembled that of a woman three or four months pregnant. Lin Jiaxin, who had been intimate with her before, knew that Dongfang Lan's lower abdomen had previously been flat and quite smooth and alluring! But now, after only a few days, it had become so protruding. Even if she were truly pregnant with Yang Fan's child, it wouldn't happen so quickly!

Suspicion and confusion quickly spread through Lin Jiaxin's mind. However, when she saw where the two were joined, she immediately understood what was going on. It is said that those involved are often confused, while bystanders see clearly. Lin Jiaxin had never understood the meaning of this saying, but when she saw Dongfang Lan's slightly protruding, rounded lower abdomen, she couldn't help but imagine another scene!

She herself had been like that back then, so did that mean her lower abdomen was also swollen like that? Was that bastard Yang Fan really that big? Could he actually reach that area? These doubts flashed by, and Lin Jiaxin's gaze involuntarily continued to fall on Dongfang Lan's bare body!

Undoubtedly, Lin Jiaxin was even more familiar with Dongfang Lan's physique than Yang Fan. She knew that Dongfang Lan's most perfect feature was undoubtedly her buttocks! Especially now, viewed from the side, they were simply exquisitely curvaceous, a beautiful S-curve!

A beautiful curve was already a very alluring advantage, but her buttocks, compared to other women, had three points more firmness, three points more elasticity, three points more luster, and one point more smoothness! Such a perfect buttock shape would make anyone marvel at the wonders of creation, but Lin Jiaxin, looking at it now, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy!

Lin Jiaxin was somewhat surprised by her own thoughts, but at this moment, she had no mood to delve into them, because the reason she chose to come in at this time was not to catch someone in the act!

"Lanlan, I'm sorry to have interrupted your good time. It's all my fault. I heard your voices and thought it was almost over, but I didn't expect that bastard Yang Fan hadn't had enough!"

Lin Jiaxin had clearly anticipated this situation. She smiled slightly and uttered a standard opening line.

Dongfang Lan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but remained motionless for a long time. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she didn't know how to say it. No matter what, she and Lin Jiaxin were good friends, but meeting like this was undoubtedly very awkward.

She struggled to get out of Yang Fan's arms, but whether it was because of the tightness of their muscles or some other reason, Dongfang Lan couldn't get out of Yang Fan's arms after struggling for a long time. Instead, she kept making soft moans.

"You, you'd better get out!"

Helpless, Dongfang Lan could only ask Yang Fan for help.

At this moment, it was indeed not appropriate to continue in this position. After all, Lin Jiaxin was standing next to her. Even if she herself was fine, how could Dongfang Lan's thin skin bear it? Thinking of this, Yang Fan lifted Dongfang Lan's buttocks and pulled upwards with all his might!

"Pfft!"

A clear, audible sound of a cork being opened shattered the silence in the room. Both Lin Jiaxin, who was standing nearby, and Dongfang Lan, who had her head bowed, turned their gazes to the source of the sound: the place where Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan were joined!

It was utterly unimaginable that the intertwining of a man's and a woman's bodies could produce such a sensual effect. A clear, milky-white, viscous liquid slowly dripped down the woman's thighs. This scene was a slow-motion replay after the gushing of the liquid…

For a moment, both Lin Jiaxin and Dongfang Lan stared dumbfounded at the continuously dripping liquid! Even Yang Fan, the one who had caused this, looked at the scene with astonishment. Not only did Yang Fan stop his lifting motion, but Dongfang Lan, who had separated from Yang Fan, did not stand up, remaining in a half-squatting position, staring blankly at the scene!

Unexpectedly, Lin Jiaxin suddenly walked up to Dongfang Lan, smiled slyly, and unexpectedly attacked Dongfang Lan's breasts, applying slight pressure to her sensitive area. Dongfang Lan's muscles went weak, and she collapsed into Yang Fan's arms, powerless to resist.

Because of their previous position, Dongfang Lan's slump meant that their previously separated areas were now perfectly joined together again!

"Oh..."

Liu Ru looked injured, as if she had been pierced, her small mouth slightly open, letting out a soft cry of pain. Yet, within this pain was an immense sense of satisfaction. This contradictory feeling, occurring simultaneously, caused her expression to shift constantly. It was quite amusing. The sensation,

almost piercing her body and reaching the depths of her soul, was a mixture of pain and unparalleled comfort. Inevitably, Dongfang Lan, disregarding her shyness, let out a soft, exhausted cry…

Chapter 542

[Another Use of Tai Chi] A full, aching, almost suffocating sensation, like waves of the ocean, washed over Dongfang Lan, making her lose herself in the most beautiful human activity.

Logically, she should have been more accustomed to Yang Fan's size, and given their previous encounter, plus Lin Jiaxin's presence, she should have been a little more reserved and quieter.

However, in the confined space, with her repeated unfulfilled expectations of pleasure, the more she enjoyed it, the more intense the pleasure became, her body becoming incredibly sensitive.

If Dongfang Lan's body was already sufficiently sensitive before, the sudden thrust, the sneak attack from her best friend, and the overwhelming feeling of shyness combined were enough to make her body ignite at the slightest touch!

With such a sensitive body, even an ordinary size and position were enough to bring her to her peak instantly. The truth is... Yang Fan, with his impressive size and a direct, penetrating touch, perfectly stimulated Dongfang Lan's soul!

And that wasn't all. After groping Dongfang Lan's breasts, Lin Jiaxin didn't stop. She leaned down, smoothing her unruly long hair with one hand, and pressed her beautiful face against Yang Fan's waist, all the way to the spot where they were joined.

Lin Jiaxin's pink tongue lingered on Yang Fan's body, even for a moment, until she licked the spot where they were joined, simultaneously licking Yang Fan's erection and Dongfang Lan's softness, without pausing for a breath.

Lin Jiaxin was familiar with the feeling of her tongue licking something hot and hard, but licking a place as soft as her own, and smelling that strange scent that was both familiar and unfamiliar, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

An indescribable feeling welled up in Lin Jiaxin's heart. Although there was a strange smell, Lin Jiaxin felt no aversion. She had been prepared for this the moment she entered the room. Since she couldn't let go of Yang Fan, nor could she abandon her sisterly bond with Dongfang Lan, then let's love him together and be true sisters! It was under this mental suggestion that Lin Jiaxin was able to let go of everything...

Not only did Lin Jiaxin feel strange and excited, but Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan felt the same way. Suddenly, a soft, foreign object appeared where the two were intimately joined, and the feeling was indescribably uncomfortable. Even stranger, Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan didn't reject this feeling; on the contrary, they even hoped that the object would move further, giving them more stimulation!

The sudden, stimulating scene greatly shocked Dongfang Lan's mind. "Oh my god! Xin Xin licked... she licked... she actually licked me and Yang Fan's private parts!"

Dongfang Lan's mind went blank, completely forgetting how to act!

"Oh my god!..."

Dongfang Lan finally became incoherent, her voice trembling with sobs, uttering words she herself couldn't even make out.

As for Yang Fan, the only word to describe his experience was "ecstasy." Something like a small mouth was pressing against a certain part of his body, simultaneously squeezing and trying to push outwards. This squeezing, pushing, and sucking sensation sent waves of blissful pleasure through his body and soul, making him yearn to go even deeper, to let his entire being enter, not just the tip. And

that wasn't all. Lin Jiaxin, at this moment, shifted her target, choosing his penis. A little lower was his anus, a little higher was his genitals. She didn't choose higher or lower, only this spot, precisely to create a dramatic effect.

A man's penis is both an erogenous zone and the control center for blood flow to the corpora cavernosa. Even a slight touch from a woman's hand, or occasional friction or pressure, would accelerate blood flow, causing an erection. If a man is experiencing erectile dysfunction, stimulating this area can have a therapeutic effect.

However, at this moment, Lin Jiaxin's licking and squeezing of this area made Yang Fan's already erect penis even more erect, like attacking the strongest point of the Nebula Chain's defenses. The

strongest point is precisely the weakest. It must be said that Lin Jiaxin was very good at choosing her target; her licking and squeezing directly caused Yang Fan to enter the countdown to ejaculation!

However, Yang Fan was a seasoned veteran; how could he surrender under Lin Jiaxin's provocation? He somehow managed to squeeze his penis into Lin Jiaxin's mouth, filling her mouth completely. The pungent smell sent Lin Jiaxin to the heavens, oblivious to the time... The intense battle seemed endless; the three men and women, battling with desire and passion, were all in a near-mad state.

Finally, Dongfang Lan was the first to give in, shouting and withdrawing from the battle.

The last leg of a journey is often the hardest, and Yang Fan had hoped to experience the same intense pleasure with Dongfang Lan again. Unfortunately, fate intervened. Dongfang Lan, too sensitive to control herself, felt powerless to receive the emperor's favor. After a long, plaintive sob, she collapsed against him, unable to continue.

Struggling with a beauty slumped in a heap was far less satisfying than with a lively, energetic woman. The lack of mutual stimulation, merely a one-sided effort, was even more dull than playing with a doll.

Helplessly, Yang Fan picked Dongfang Lan up and placed her aside. Then, he pulled Lin Jiaxin, who was still licking his sensitive areas, and softly called out, "Xin Xin, come to me!"

It was an irresistible call, laced with irresistible allure!

Lin Jiaxin's eyes, looking at Yang Fan, held a mixture of intoxication, submission, defiance, and an indescribable feeling. Ultimately, however, she succumbed to her desires and gently sat on Yang Fan's waist.

She clearly saw that Yang Fan hadn't been able to release his pent-up desires even with Dongfang Lan. If she were to act like Dongfang Lan, only caring about her own pleasure, Yang Fan would likely be disappointed in her. In that case, she would not only be inferior to Dongfang Lan in Yang Fan's eyes, but also lose to other women.

A woman's dignity cannot be violated. Lin Jiaxin's pride wouldn't allow her to falter at such a crucial moment. Therefore, Lin Jiaxin consciously and gently rotated her hips, just as Dongfang Lan had teased Yang Fan at first, only grinding against his tip, but deliberately not taking him inside.

The warm, moist air mixed with the electric sensation surged through Yang Fan in waves, driving him almost mad. His blood was rushing to his most sensitive spots, and all his desires were at a dangerously high level. Without hesitation, Yang Fan gripped Lin Jiaxin's waist tightly, rendering her immobile. Then, he brazenly entered her, conquering and seducing her in a close encounter!

Her clothes had become a constraint, but fortunately, Lin Jiaxin had already unbuttoned many buttons, removing her business suit. What Yang Fan saw was a set of see-through lingerie, completely exposing her breasts and genitals—more alluring than if she were naked.

The most captivating aspects of her white flowing lingerie were twofold. One was, of course, the iconic tassels—short tassels strung with pure gold beads, creating a striking visual impact.

The other captivating feature was the gold sequins adorning the tassel bra. These sequins, purely for embellishment, not only reflected light but were also cleverly arranged in six triangles, diagonally joined together. The vertices of the six triangles are precisely at the center of the nipple, a tempting shade of crimson.

The vertices are just the right size to partially cover the nipple, yet not completely obscuring it; the glimpses are more alluring than any revealing lingerie!

The sequined and tasseled panties are styled like a bra, but with a more distinctive arrangement of sequins. The gold sequins on the tassel panties are also in the form of six triangles, but these hexagons are connected at the bottom, revealing a blank area in the center.

What makes Yang Fan drool is that the deliberately left blank space on the tassel panties is occupied by a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. This deliberately shortened dark area exists in a rather enticing spindle shape, and this shape is precisely what attracts Yang Fan the most!

This lingerie is almost entirely made of silk threads; with just a slight movement, the key areas are revealed. There's no need to deliberately remove it; simply hanging it on the body provides a strange visual pleasure!

When Yang Fan sucked on Lin Jiaxin's left red spot, he simply parted the silk threads, easily achieving his goal. Then, using the same technique, he pinched the other side.

After this, Lin Jiaxin, who had already been aroused by Yang Fan's lustful gaze, couldn't help but let out an alluring moan.

Stimulated by Lin Jiaxin's moan, Yang Fan's desire finally reached its peak. He no longer had the patience for foreplay and immediately parted the silk threads beneath Lin Jiaxin, thrusting his hard member in. There was no obstruction as expected; it was already a wet, slippery place...

The warmth and slippery embrace made all 38,000 pores on Yang Fan's body open simultaneously, bathing him in unparalleled pleasure.

Lin Jiaxin, now bursting with passion, was incredibly enthusiastic. Her two long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around Yang Fan's waist, contracting and pressing forcefully, as if trying to force Yang Fan into her body.

Lin Jiaxin's body's wonders were abruptly activated as Yang Fan penetrated deeper. Even though he was prepared, he almost lost completely due to a moment's carelessness.

One link after another, each seemingly connected, just when he thought he had reached the depths, he discovered a hidden paradise around the corner. The surprises weren't just the first time, but every time. Yang Fan gritted his teeth, inhaling deeply, tightly controlling his ejaculation, trying to enter Lin Jiaxin's deepest depths.

Human nature is so strange; one moment Yang Fan wanted to gush forth like a tidal wave, completely indulging his desires and enjoying the ultimate pleasure, but the next he was racking his brains about how to endure it a little longer.

Yang Fan's gritting-teeth, enduring pain, naturally did not escape Lin Jiaxin's keen eyes. While she was secretly pleased, she couldn't help but feel a little smug. Sometimes, talent is important, but practice is still very important.

Otherwise, Lin Jiaxin wouldn't be so relaxed and carefree right now; instead, she would be lost in the vortex of desire, unable to extricate herself, just like Dongfang Lan. At this moment, Lin Jiaxin's bedroom arts, practiced for many years, finally reached their full potential. Once unleashed, they produced a strange effect, nearly routing Yang Fan!

Yang Fan was already greatly troubled by his lack of self-control, but then Dongfang Lan, who had regained some strength, actually took Lin Jiaxin's place again.

"Ugh...ah..."

Yang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wave after wave of stimulation enveloped him, tempting him to abandon his resolve and release the floodgates to rush into the sea.

Yet, his male pride constantly reminded him that he couldn't easily indulge himself at this moment. Even if he were to release the floodgates, it had to be with Lin Jiaxin. This conflicting emotion left Yang Fan mentally exhausted, and he couldn't help but let out groans that sounded like torture.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Jiaxin secretly used her bedroom arts, guiding her muscles to contract at her most sensitive points, each contraction tighter than the last. Then, she whispered suggestively in Yang Fan's ear, "Honey, I really want you to be rougher, to pierce me!"

A provocation! This was absolutely blatant provocation! A fierce rage blazed in Yang Fan's eyes; his fighting spirit was ignited. However… he knew his physical condition was precarious, nearing its limit. Another round of strenuous activity would likely unleash his full power, leading to utter defeat!

What to do? If he lost this round, the nation would crumble, and his authority as a husband would be undermined! In his anxiety, Yang Fan devised a plan.

A plan can be devised, and Yang Fan finally found a good one: he would use all his skills on the pleasures of the bedroom, applying the principle of using the opponent's force against them—a principle he had learned from Tai Chi Bagua—to his opponent!

Tai Chi emphasizes using the opponent's force against them, using their own methods against them. With full force, Yang Fan could immediately anticipate the pressure Lin Jiaxin was applying. Therefore, every wave of pressure Lin Jiaxin exerted on Yang Fan's vital points was countered by Yang Fan's small, controlled area, returning it intact. The result was that Yang Fan's pleasure was halved, while Lin Jiaxin's pleasure was doubled...

With this ebb and flow, the outcome was predictable. The harder Lin Jiaxin tried, the more severe the trauma she suffered. Tai Chi skills are no joke; even when applied to the bedroom, they still possess immeasurable power!

Chapter 543

[Conquered by You Just Like That] If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move; if the enemy moves, I move first. Taking advantage of Lin Jiaxin's rhythmic contractions, Yang Fan struck first despite being behind. It could be said that if Lin Jiaxin remained calm and unmoved, the pressure she faced wouldn't be significant; at most, it would be her own weight pressing down on Yang Fan, creating a small amount of energy from the upward and downward movement. Furthermore,

Yang Fan knew his own limitations and was already on the verge of a break, so he dared not launch a fierce attack easily. If Lin Jiaxin wasn't in such a hurry and used a slow, grinding approach, she could probably make Yang Fan surrender in no time, rendering him powerless as a husband.

Unfortunately, Lin Jiaxin was too hasty, overconfident in her learned bedroom arts, and launched her all-out attack on Yang Fan too early and too quickly.

In the narrow, enclosed space, on a bed, two lithe and ethereal figures were locked in a fierce struggle. Yang Fan, on the lower side, was always a fraction slower in his attacks, yet his movements against Lin Jiaxin were always a fraction faster. This interplay of slow and fast perfectly utilized the essence of Tai Chi—the principle of striking first after being the one who strikes!

Lin Jiaxin, on the other hand, was flushed, her hips flailing, her hands pressed against Yang Fan's back, moving along his spine from his neck down, exerting all her strength.

But no matter how hard she tried, she was always a fraction slower than Yang Fan. As a result, she, in her attempt to conquer Yang Fan, reached her limit sooner than he did. If she hadn't braked in time, she might have fallen into his arms, loudly proclaiming, "Just like that, I've been conquered by you..." With

Lin Jiaxin slowing down, Yang Fan had nowhere to lean on and naturally slowed down as well, becoming inseparable from her. Even if Lin Jiaxin had other methods, she couldn't use them for the time being. If she continued until she was exhausted and had to let Dongfang Lan take over, she would be unwilling to accept it and swallow her pride. But if the stalemate continued, she couldn't do anything to Yang Fan.

Caught in this dilemma, Lin Jiaxin inadvertently glanced at the tired Dongfang Lan, who had stood up, and her eyes lit up!

"Lanlan, come here..."

Lin Jiaxin called out to them, whispering intimate words to them. The whispered secrets, not meant for outsiders, made the other women blush and repeatedly refuse. But they couldn't resist Lin Jiaxin's reasoned persuasion and eventually listened, standing in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan wanted to eavesdrop, but whenever he concentrated, an endless tingling sensation surged through the area where he was with Lin Jiaxin. Lingering in that state for even a moment longer risked climax. Helpless, he could only watch helplessly as the two naked beauties whispered in his ear, unable to understand what they were saying.

Finally, after they reached a conclusion, before Yang Fan could even ask, he was attacked by both of them simultaneously. Dongfang Lan stood behind Yang Fan, squeezing herself behind him, straddling him, using her breasts as weapons, rubbing against every inch of his skin. Before Yang Fan could even savor the experience, she switched to a new tactic…

still using her breasts as weapons, but this time her primary target was Yang Fan's head. Her full, rounded breasts were fully utilized; their depths, comparable to the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon, perfectly accommodated Yang Fan's nose and lips, and a fierce squeeze nearly suffocated him.

Lin Jiaxin, sitting on Yang Fan's lap, gently swayed and caressed him, using every trick in the book to bring him down!

If any other man were in Yang Fan's position, his only thought would be to enjoy himself.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan wasn't one to be passive. Occasionally trying something different was fine, but to completely relinquish control and become a submissive gigolo was absolutely out of the question.

Yang Fan reached out, his hands tracing Dongfang Lan's smooth thighs, and caressed her full buttocks. One hand rested on Lin Jiaxin's smooth abdomen, kneading her breasts.

As a man among women, Yang Fan was naturally very familiar with their erogenous zones, and the areas he attacked were precisely their most sensitive spots.

Dongfang Lan's buttocks were undoubtedly one of Yang Fan's favorite beautiful parts to play with; their softness, their smoothness, their delicacy, their tenderness were like treasures, like ancient scrolls, simply irresistible, impossible to put down. Lin Jiaxin's breasts, though large and firm, possessed a unique beauty, pointed and green like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, pink and tender like freshly peeled chicken heads.

Observing their shape, admiring their color, touching their firmness, playing with their tenderness—every sensation was unforgettable, every sensation etched in the heart.

It could be said that at this moment, every part of Yang Fan's body that craved beauty, every part that knew how to appreciate beauty, was occupied by the most beautiful beauty in the world, to the point that he could think of nothing but enjoying everything before him.

"Hiss...ha..."

Yang Fan gasped for breath, his hands becoming increasingly rough.

Dongfang Lan's buttocks and Lin Jiaxin's breasts shifted and changed shape under his unintentional roughness. Yet, they showed no discomfort or displeasure at his roughness. On the contrary, because Yang Fan was kneading their sensitive areas, his vigorous kneading only amplified their desire, making their bodies even hotter.

As if sensing Yang Fan's approaching limit, Lin Jiaxin's movements became even more agile, completely disregarding the pleasure Yang Fan was giving her by using his force against her. Unable to

resist the urge to ejaculate any longer, Yang Fan released his grip, tightly embracing Lin Jiaxin, letting out a beast-like roar as he thrust into her again and again.

Lin Jiaxin had never seen Yang Fan so ferocious. She felt like she was being attacked by an elephant, each heavy blow almost making her dizzy. The feeling was even more effortless and blissful than when one is drunk. Dongfang Lan, standing behind Yang Fan, wasn't feeling any better either.

Almost desperately, Yang Fan's mouth didn't stop either, pressing hard against the tips of Dongfang Lan's breasts, while his hands incessantly rubbed Dongfang Lan's sensitive areas.

Their intimate time, a time for the three of them, seemed destined to last forever, even to the ends of the earth, and no one would suggest ending it! At this moment, Yang Fan felt as if he were riding a rollercoaster of the soul, lingering in a blissful state of ecstasy. An endless close-quarters battle unfolded between the three heavyweight masters. They fought hand-to-hand, employing various positions, alternating between gaining the upper hand, and constantly emitting heavy, beast-like panting.

After an unknown amount of time, all three simultaneously let out a roar like tigers howling through the mountains. Then, their bodies stiffened at the same time. Under the influence of [something], Lin Jiaxin's eccentricities became even more pronounced; not only did she fiercely claw at Yang Fan's back, but she also bit down hard, leaving two neat rows of teeth marks on his shoulder.

After Yang Fan inserted those bullets, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, into Lin Jiaxin's body, he refused to dislodge her. Instead, he lay on top of her, pressing down on her, gazing at her, panting, and gently caressing her delicate body.

Lin Jiaxin, at this moment, was utterly powerless, unable to muster any other thoughts. She allowed Yang Fan to do as he pleased, her eyes half-closed, completely motionless. Dongfang Lan, even more pathetic, collapsed to the ground…

The sun set, silvery moonlight spilled down, and night quietly descended. The night in Yanjing was so tranquil. On an inconspicuous mountain peak outside the city, there stood a young woman, dressed in black, her style unlike any modern fashion, reminiscent of clothing from some ancient dynasty. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her features exquisitely beautiful, her aura as cold and aloof as the moon. The young woman bathed quietly in the moonlight, as if draped in a robe of silvery radiance.

Her snow-white, oval face and soft, fair skin, even in the darkness, revealed a delicate, straight nose and a small, pink cherry-like mouth characteristic of a young girl in autumn and winter. Her eyes, like cold stars, shone brightly in the darkness. Her graceful figure was like a willow swaying in the breeze, yet she stood quietly on the dark hillside, seemingly merging with the darkness itself.

In her hand, she held a snow-white jade flute, staring blankly at it. Perhaps, apart from her snow-white skin, only the white jade flute was white; everything else was shrouded in black!

Staring blankly at the white jade flute in her hand, she neither played it nor made any other movement, simply standing there, as if the world itself had frozen in that moment. All was silent, leaving only her graceful figure and the long flute in her hand.

"My darling, are you alright!"

After a long while, the girl finally put away her long flute. With a wave of her jade-like arm, her angelic face was instantly covered by a black cloth. However, although the cloth concealed her beauty, it did not affect her appearance in the slightest; on the contrary, it added an indescribable charm.

"How did things go?"

After doing all this, the girl asked the void behind her without turning her head, as if she were talking to herself, not asking anyone else.

However, the moment her words fell, the dark void suddenly twisted, and then a dark figure squeezed out from it. After the figure emerged, it did not hesitate at all and immediately knelt on one knee, saying, "Reporting to the Holy Maiden, everything is ready!"

"Hmm..."

The girl still did not turn around, looking at the endless stars in the sky, and it was unknown what she was thinking.

"Yes, Holy Maiden, this

subordinate takes his leave!" The dark figure disappeared into the darkness again without a sound, as if it had never appeared, leaving no trace.

In the chilly night, only the young girl remained on the hillside. Surrounded by mist and bathed in hazy moonlight, she appeared like a fairy from the Milky Way, so unattainable, yet so ethereal and otherworldly… After spending several days with his beloved wife at home, Yang Fan received news from Nalan Qingcheng that the Jingxia family had been frequently sending people to approach the Jiying Alliance, seemingly preparing for some major action.

So, one morning, after finishing his preparations, Yang Fan bid a reluctant farewell to his family. Because he had already informed them that he wouldn't be gone for an unknown period, everyone gathered at the door to see him off.

“Yang Fan, be careful in everything.”

Dongfang Lan didn't offer many instructions; just one sentence conveyed all her worry and deep affection. Between her and Yang Fan, they no longer needed many words; a single sentence, a glance, was enough for them to understand each other's thoughts.

Dongfang Lan and Lin Jiaxin each had their own careers to pursue. Although they were also reluctant to see Yang Fan leave, they didn't act like typical young girls.

"Yang Fan, if you can, remember to call back, so we don't worry at home!"

"Yes, it's always inconvenient for the two of us women at home without a man by our side!"

Lin Jiaxin looked at Yang Fan with a resentful expression, standing aside without saying a word. Even after Dongfang Lan nudged her after saying goodbye to Yang Fan, she didn't react.

Yang Fan smiled but didn't point it out. After saying goodbye to the two women, he went back to say goodbye to Shen Ruoxi and Lin Wan'er.

One of the reasons Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi were temporarily staying at Dongfang Lan's former residence was to distract the Japanese. This was unavoidable; unless Yang Fan sacrificed Zhenzi, he would never be able to shake off their pursuit with such a target.

Overall, Yang Fan's arrangements in the residence were quite effective. In the few days he was away, the Japanese sent many people to spy on him. Anyone who didn't openly knock on the door was dealt with by Nalan Qingcheng. Of course... She didn't appear in her true form, but rather in Yang Fan's likeness to teach them a lesson.

With Nalan Qingcheng's strength, unless she encountered a master of Yang Fan's caliber, she could easily disguise herself without being seen through. As for getting the better of her, that was out of the question.

Just as Yang Fan quietly arrived at the apartment building opposite his own, he observed several suspicious individuals again.

There were six of them in total, appearing in three groups. The first group consisted of three burly men, one of whom was extremely tall and strong, even more so than Yokota Yasutaro, whom Yang Fan had seen earlier. His unusual physique, coupled with the extremely strange Japanese samurai tattoo on his head, made him instantly recognizable.

Seeing the three men's menacing demeanor, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel secretly relieved: "Luckily I returned in time. Judging from their posture, they're clearly preparing to force their way into the apartment!" The target is either me or Sadako. If Nalan Qingcheng were alone in the apartment, these people would inevitably take advantage of the situation!

Chapter 554

[The Visitors Are Not Friendly] Looking at the second group of people, there was only one. The man was dressed as a white-collar worker in a suit and tie, and he wore a pair of very refined gold-rimmed glasses. If it weren't for his bright eyes and the fact that Yang Fan had left a mark on him, he might have been fooled by his disguise.

This man dressed as a white-collar worker was the Mino clan ninja whom Yang Fan had spent several days monitoring before confirming his identity. His new appearance was completely different from his previous appearance. Even though Yang Fan had described his identity to Nalan Qingcheng once before, she probably wouldn't recognize him if she saw him again.

"I didn't expect that the ninja's disguise technique would be so unique!"

Yang Fan was slightly surprised, but that was all. Even though he couldn't distinguish them with his naked eye, under his mental vision, all living beings reverted to their original state, only revealing their mental state.

Everyone's mental energy frequency is different. Anyone marked by Yang Fan, even if they've had seventeen or eighteen plastic surgeries, is no different from a newborn baby in his eyes.

The first and second waves of people were within Yang Fan's expectations, so he wasn't too surprised. But when he noticed the third wave and assessed the strength of these two, his expression couldn't help but become serious.

His concern that Nalan Qingcheng alone couldn't withstand them was only partly due to the sumo wrestler and ninja; seven parts were due to these two.

From their appearance, there was absolutely nothing suspicious about them. Not only were their appearances ordinary, but even their clothes were very ordinary. Such ordinary clothes and ordinary appearances would seem normal to outsiders. Even the security guards in the neighborhood would find it hard to see anything wrong with them and would simply mistake them for residents.

But it was precisely because of this that Yang Fan noticed something was amiss. The reason these two's clothes were considered ordinary by others was because they blended too well into their surroundings!

A ragged person entering a high-class place would be surprising, while a well-dressed person walking through a garbage dump would also attract attention. Such situations always draw attention.

The two in the third group clearly considered this, putting considerable thought into their clothing choices. It was precisely this meticulousness that allowed Yang Fan, a former assassin skilled in disguise, to spot their deception.

There's an inherent difference between a normal person choosing clothing appropriate to their identity and an assassin choosing clothing suitable for disguise. A normal person considers comfort, while an assassin considers appropriateness. This difference in starting point led to a slight discrepancy in their clothing choices.

Yang Fan's initial suspicion about this third group wasn't based on their clothing, but rather on their gait

. Even someone from the military wouldn't walk with every step perfectly measured. These two seemed to be cut from the same mold. While they appeared to be conversing, one was slightly behind the other.

However, in the sixty seconds Yang Fan observed them, they took forty steps, averaging one step every 1.5 seconds. Even more alarming, from the moment Yang Fan noticed them, the latter was already a hair's breadth behind the former, and after sixty seconds, the difference remained the same!

Because he initially focused on their heads, he chose a hair's breadth as a reference point. To avoid misjudging, Yang Fan chose a different reference point and waited a moment, but the result remained unchanged, just as he had predicted.

The first group was aggressive, the second calm, and the third ambiguous. Their simultaneous arrival downstairs disrupted Yang Fan's original plan.

He had intended to observe from the shadows and intervene when necessary, or even remain hidden and observe indefinitely if he didn't need to intervene. However, the emergence of a third wave of people, whose allegiance was unknown, forced Yang Fan to quickly leave his current location, leaping between buildings to Xiang Jie's apartment.

When Yang Fan suddenly appeared on the glass, Sadako was staring blankly out the window. The sudden appearance of his face immediately conjured up terrifying images in her mind. She didn't even see Yang Fan's face clearly before screaming and covering her face.

"Sadako, are you alright!"

Just as Sadako screamed, Nalan Qingcheng, like a ghost, swiftly appeared in front of her, warily watching what was in front of her.

"Yang Fan, it's you?"

As Nalan Qingcheng assumed a fighting stance, she was surprised to find that the one who had frightened Sadako was none other than Yang Fan, whom she had been missing for days.

Quickly realizing her tone had been too gentle, Nalan Qingcheng immediately adopted a fierce expression, opened the window, and let Yang Fan in, saying, "You had the main door, why did you have to climb in through the window? Are you crazy?!"

Yang Fan smiled, affectionately patted Nalan Qingcheng's shoulder, and said, "These past few days have been tough!"

Nalan Qingcheng was stunned. She wasn't used to Yang Fan's current attitude. Even when he was arguing with her as usual, or saying shameless and rogue things, she wouldn't react like this.

Yang Fan didn't realize how much his affectionate gesture and simple greeting would affect Nalan Qingcheng. He naturally stepped aside, took Zhenzi's small hands, and removed them.

In fact, the moment Nalan Qingcheng called out "Yang Fan," Zhenzi had already realized that the person was familiar. Then, that incredibly familiar voice awakened a flood of memories.

"Is it really him?"

While hoping it was him, Sadako's mind was filled with questions: "Why did Miss Nalan call him Yang Fan instead of someone with the surname Abe? Or perhaps Abe-kun, or Abe-sama? Could it be that the identity he told me before was all a lie?"

The moment Yang Fan removed Sadako's hands, at least a hundred thoughts surged through her mind, a chaotic jumble that overwhelmed her brain, making it impossible for her to make the right decision in a short time.

"Sadako, don't be afraid, it's me!"

Before removing her hands, Sadako thought she would feel resentment, anger, and all sorts of dissatisfaction, but the moment she saw Yang Fan, only one feeling welled up inside her... So she impulsively hugged him and then burst into tears for no apparent reason.

"Don't cry, sweetie! I came to see you, didn't I?"

"Waaah...you left me here for days! I couldn't even leave the house, being strictly controlled by Sister Nalan. It's like being in prison! I thought you didn't want me anymore... Waaah... Waaah..."

Sadako seemed to be venting all her grievances, fears, and resentments from the past few days. Once the tears started, they wouldn't stop, soaking not only her own face but also Yang Fan's rather nice clothes.

At another time, Yang Fan wouldn't mind comforting Sadako. After all, girls need to be coaxed, especially this Japanese girl with a silver tongue.

Unfortunately, time was of the essence. Three groups of people were approaching menacingly. To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, the most important thing now was to prepare for battle!

"Sweetie, don't cry, Sadako. Quickly change your clothes. There are small-sized sportswear items in the closet in the small bedroom; they should fit you well. There might be a fierce battle later, so stay close to your sister Nalan and don't get lost!"

Hearing there would be a battle, Sadako immediately stopped crying. Growing up in the Yagyu family, she had long been accustomed to all kinds of struggles—the darkness of officialdom, the dangers of the business world, the conflicts of the martial arts world—she had encountered them all to some extent. Therefore, at this moment, she knew very well what she should do.

"Young Master, you can't leave Sadako behind!"

Just before leaving, Sadako couldn't help but throw herself into Yang Fan's arms again, staring at him with teary eyes, hoping he could give her a reassuring promise.

"Silly girl, how could I leave you behind? Have you forgotten what I promised you?"

Sadako ignored the tears still streaming down her face. Hearing this, she smiled sweetly and said, "Of course Sadako wouldn't forget, it's just... I was afraid Young Master would forget!"

She spoke the rest of her words very softly, then quickly suppressed her sadness, gave Yang Fan a warm kiss on the cheek, and said, "I'm going to change my clothes!"

She left the room like a whirlwind.

Nalan Qingcheng watched Sadako's departing figure, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. If only her personality were like hers… how wonderful that would be!

“Qingcheng, after receiving your message, I rushed over immediately. Out of caution, before finding you, I observed the apartment building across the street for a while, and then discovered three groups of people heading towards our building. That's why I didn't use the main entrance, but climbed in through the building as quickly as possible.”

Nalan Qingcheng's brief reverie was interrupted by Yang Fan, forcing her to temporarily put aside her fantasies. “Three groups of people? Are they all from the Inoshita Group?”

Yang Fan shook his head. “Only one person is a Mino clan ninja closely connected to the Inoshita Group. The other three are sumo wrestlers, and two others are acting suspiciously, seemingly quite strong. I can't determine their backgrounds yet.” "What's their purpose?"

Nalan Qingcheng rubbed her forehead and said, "The Inoshita Group sent people here, probably more to monitor their movements. And those sumo wrestlers are likely servants of the Yagyu family. These two groups can be dealt with with very little effort. But those two you mentioned are probably a bit troublesome..."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "That's right. It's because these two are too unpredictable that I rushed over. Later, help Sadako change her appearance. Let's not rush to break ties with them. Let's see what the last group's purpose is in getting involved in this mess!"

Nalan Qingcheng had just agreed when there was a loud knocking on the door.

"They came so fast!"

Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng exchanged a glance. He gave her a look, signaling her to go and meet up with Sadako, while he himself slowly walked towards the door.

"Who's so rude, disturbing my sleep so early in the morning?"

Yang Fan walked along, unbuttoning his clothes and even deliberately using his internal energy to ruffle the edges, making it look like he'd just gotten up in a hurry.

"No, I can't do that!"

Just as he was about to open the door, Yang Fan realized something was wrong and quickly used his internal energy to smooth out the wrinkles.

When reaction time is short, people are more prone to making habitual actions. Yang Fan had just made a habitual mistake. Ruffling his clothes wasn't inherently wrong, but that would only happen when he was of ordinary status.

But now, he was Abe no Sei, a scion of a powerful Japanese family. No matter the emergency, his appearance could never be neglected!

After straightening his clothes, Yang Fan held the top button of his shirt in one hand, pretending he had just finished adjusting, and opened the door.

"Eight..."

One of the three men at the front, responsible for knocking on the door, glared and opened his mouth to curse, but Yang Fan slapped him across the face. The rest of his sentence was stuck in his throat, and as his face turned to the side, he spat out two small, white, glowing objects.

"Didn't your master teach you to be polite when visiting someone's home?"

Yang Fan calmly withdrew his hand after slapping the man, continuing to straighten his clothes as if nothing had happened.

The sumo wrestler and the other man standing a little behind him exchanged a slight change in expression. Even with the sumo wrestler's skill, he hadn't clearly seen how Yang Fan had moved.

Out of caution, the sumo wrestler gave another man a wink. The man, suppressing his shock, made a gesture in front of his chest that was difficult to decipher, stepped forward, and said boldly, "Young Master Abe, we apologize for disturbing your rest. We are here on the orders of the Yagyu clan head to take Miss home. Please give our young master some face! You know we are just following orders, so please don't make things difficult for us!"

"Hmm, your words are quite agreeable..."

Yang Fan glanced at the man, his face lighting up at his words, but then Yang Fan continued, "However... what reason do I have to give your clan head face?" Upon hearing

this, not only did the man's expression stiffen, but even the usually gentle sumo wrestler revealed a fierce look...

Chapter 555

[Sumo Wrestler] "Young Master Abe, this is probably not up to you!"

The sumo wrestler stepped forward, flexing his muscles, as if to say, "If we can't reach an agreement, we'll have to fight. "

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Yang Fan glanced thoughtfully at the corner where the Mino ninja were lurking, dusted off his clothes, and said calmly, "If you think you can achieve your goal by using force, then you might as well try!"

The sumo wrestler's fat face puffed up, and he grinned menacingly, stretching out his large hand like a fan, saying, "You won't listen to reason, you pretty boy. You'll regret this!"

It was clear that this sumo wrestler wasn't as afraid of Yang Fan as his two companions. Perhaps he thought Yang Fan was too confident in his strength, or perhaps he was all brawn and no brains, completely oblivious to the terrifying consequences of angering an unassailable force.

Just as the sumo wrestler was about to touch his cheek, Yang Fan dodged the attack and took a step back. The sumo wrestler's follow-up movement was slightly slow, allowing Yang Fan to make a more comprehensive assessment of his abilities.

"Although the leg muscles are numerous, they only serve a supporting role. Most of the attacks come from the upper body, especially the hands."

This was Yang Fan's second opportunity to observe sumo wrestling up close. Unlike the clashes, grappling, and throws seen on television, in real matches, sumo wrestlers primarily use their hands for striking, pushing, and occasionally shoulder strikes and tearing techniques.

Strikes and pushes were the first techniques Yang Fan encountered and the ones he most frequently encountered. As for shoulder strikes, due to the inability to accurately predict Yang Fan's movements, sumo wrestlers used them less often.

"Whoa..."

A sudden shout rang out as a dark figure charged towards Yang Fan.

Another sumo wrestler seized the opportunity, stepping forward to strike, but unfortunately, just as he grabbed his target, Yang Fan dodged.

That wasn't all. Seeing that the dark figure suddenly rushing towards him was the guy he had slapped, Yang Fan used a clever trick to kick him into the path of the sumo wrestler's next charge, occupying a point in his path.

"Ah, hah!"

The sumo wrestler, having missed his attacks on Yang Fan repeatedly, was already at a breaking point. Now, with his movement blocked, his anger flared, and without caring that the other was his comrade, he grabbed him and pulled him up, one hand on the other's arm and the other on his thigh, and with a sudden burst of strength.

"Don't...!"

Another guy, who was fumbling at his waist to draw his weapon, was terrified at the sight and screamed wildly.

Unfortunately, his shout came too late. The sumo wrestler's arm moved much faster than his legs, tearing the man in two. Blood splattered all over his face and head, and a jumble of colorful entrails lay scattered around the sumo wrestler's head, adding to his ferocity.

"What did you say?"

The last member of the trio trembled, his hand dropping the gun he had just drawn.

"N-nothing..."

He was so terrified he almost cried. His gun fell to the ground, and his last shred of self-defense ability was gone. Facing Yang Fan, and the sumo wrestler diagonally opposite him, both seemed to harbor ill intentions. In this perilous situation, he didn't know if he had any hope of survival.

"I'll deal with you later!"

The sumo wrestler's eyes were bloodshot, but he hadn't completely lost his mind; he still knew who his primary target was.

"You brat, I don't care whose son you are. If you know what's good for you, come over here obediently and let me give you a slap. If you don't die, I'll spare your life. Otherwise, I'll twist your head off and make you suffer even more than him!"

In Japanese tradition, threatening to cut off someone's head is considered one of the most vicious threats. They believe that a person whose head is cut off cannot be reincarnated and will suffer eternal torment in the mortal world. This is similar to threatening a Chinese person to throw them into the eighteenth level of hell.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan wasn't from Japan at all. He neither understood the deeper meaning of the sumo wrestler's threat nor was he intimidated by his strength.

"Is that so?" The reason

he had refrained from attacking the sumo wrestler, always narrowly avoiding his attacks, wasn't because the wrestler was particularly powerful. It was simply that Yang Fan didn't want the lurking figure to gain more advantage.

Since the Mino clan ninja had been holding back until now, Yang Fan knew it was time to make his move. So, when the sumo wrestler used his palm strike again, Yang Fan acted.

Facing the direction of the sumo wrestler's palm strike, Yang Fan clenched his right fist, deliberately exposing his middle finger, compressing it into a cone shape. He then forced out a bit of internal energy, compressing it into a cone shape to envelop the fist, and slammed it fiercely into the opponent's palm.

"Thud! Bang!"

The sounds of close-range impact rang out. The sumo wrestler, like a rapidly charging elephant, suddenly crashed into an invisible wall. After lunging forward slightly, he was abruptly thrown back by the immense recoil, then flew a great distance like a cannonball, slamming heavily against the wall.

"Boom! Clatter, clatter..."

The sumo wrestler's heavy body, combined with the powerful force, weighed at least a ton. The impact created a huge inward dent in the wall's center, with ripples spreading rapidly outwards from the wrestler like sudden waves on water .

"Thud!"

A deafening roar followed as the sumo wrestler fell from the wall. The wall, unable to withstand the impact, collapsed.

"Hiss..."

The Minobe ninja hiding in the shadows gasped, his face filled with undisguised horror. According to his estimation, even if Yang Fan possessed martial arts skills, he would at most be slightly stronger than a sumo wrestler, not much stronger. After all, based on the information provided by Minobe Kojiro, this analysis should be quite reliable.

However, Yang Fan's true strength was far weaker than anticipated, which raised the ninja's doubts: should he have appeared at the appointed time as planned? He hadn't

expected that forcing his internal energy out of his body and condensing it into a cone, combined with the power of his fist cone, would be so immense. Yang Fan was also quite annoyed. His original plan was to fight the sumo wrestler for a while, then "barely" defeat him, thus drawing out the ninja and the third wave of people. But now that he had displayed such strength, others' plans might have to change!

"Splash..."

The sumo wrestler scrambled to his feet from the pile of construction debris covering his face and body. He coughed violently, spitting out the rubble.

"Pfft...cough! cough! cough!"

It took the sumo wrestler a while to finally open his eyes, searching for Yang Fan's figure. The moment he saw him, the flames of hatred and rage immediately and uncontrollably burned in his soul.

"You actually hurt me so much, die, you little dwarf, waaaah..."

The sumo wrestler clasped his arms together; he had no choice but to. The hand that collided with Yang Fan had a large hole torn in the center, extending deep into the palm, leaving only a bloody hole from which blood gushed uncontrollably.

The close-range pain and the dizziness caused by rapid blood loss made the sumo wrestler realize that he didn't have much time left. In this critical moment, he had only one choice: to use a sumo wrestling technique to take his opponent down with him!

With his arms clasped together, the sumo wrestler leaned forward on his left shoulder, his head slightly tucked in, using the muscles piled up from his clasped arms as a support, his entire body contracting to a terrifying degree. With his rapid running speed, the sumo wrestler at this moment was practically no different from a human steamroller. Being rammed head-on by him wouldn't be much better than being hit by a heavy truck!

"Now is the perfect opportunity for me to make my appearance!"

The Mino clan ninja, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally couldn't resist jumping out. He instantly changed into his ninja attire, stood in front of Yang Fan, and said, "Mino clan ninja, former Mino clan demon, has come to pay a visit. Anyone who dares to disrespect young master Abe will be killed!"

"Paying a visit? That's an interesting line. Could it be an ancient force hidden within the Mino clan?"

Based on Yang Fan's understanding of Japan, it seemed that only those within certain forces who specialized in practicing ancient martial arts techniques would adopt this kind of approach.

Minobe Maekiri, the ninja, thought he had seen through the sumo wrestler's true strength. Taking advantage of the wrestler's weakened state, he jumped out to protect Yang Fan. This was originally a plan devised by their master to get close to Yang Fan, and there shouldn't have been any problems. Unfortunately...

unfortunately, the sumo wrestler in his berserk state was not what Minobe Maekiri had expected. Just as the sumo wrestler was about to rush in front of the ninja, before hitting him, he suddenly stopped, his obese body spinning 360 degrees on the spot. Then, his body expanded at a visible speed, instantly reaching its maximum size.

"Hoo... Roar..."

An invisible wave, like a tidal wave, roared straight towards the ninja. The sound wave carried a sharp, shrill scream, terrifying and unbearable to hear!

The change happened so suddenly that the ninja only had a tenth of a second to react. The sonic attack swept in like a tidal wave. Faced with this sudden change, he had no choice but to use all his strength to defend himself.

"Black Tortoise Shield!"

The ninja crossed his arms in front of him, one foot forward, the other to the right, their feet forming an odd angle, then trembling rhythmically.

Almost simultaneously with the ninja's defense, the scattered construction debris seemed to come alive, collapsing to the ground as if struck by an invisible sledgehammer.

Only those who got close enough could see the truth: all the large debris particles had condensed into tiny grains the size of sand, flowing rapidly towards the ninja like water.

Perfectly timed, they formed an incredibly thick wall of earth in front of him the instant the sumo wrestler's sonic attack arrived.

Yang Fan had been watching the fight closely. For a few seconds, he considered how he would defend and counterattack if he were the one attacked instead of the ninja.

Facing a sonic attack of unknown nature, the best course of action seemed to be evasion.

"Speed is all I have?"

After carefully reviewing his skills, Yang Fan was surprised to find that, without using spatial power, he seemed to have no better means than dodging to deal with sudden, sumo-wrestler-like attacks.

"If the enemy launches a sneak attack, will they give me time to react?"

The thought sent a chill down Yang Fan's spine, making him tremble uncontrollably.

It wasn't fear itself, but rather the realization that this wave of attacks was something that martial artists below the Void Returning Realm could only withstand head-on! But the opponent's strength was such that, unless one specialized in physical cultivation, even ordinary Spirit Refining Realm martial artists couldn't withstand it! While his current strength was considerable, he only had a few Void Returning Realm experts like Lei Laohu. If they encountered a large number of sumo wrestlers, wouldn't his side be completely at a disadvantage?

This thought filled Yang Fan with a strong sense of urgency. He had initially thought that the thugs' club's current strength was enough to handle any force, but now it seemed far from that. It was all due to his overconfidence. If a mere Fusang was like this, what about the major holy lands? It seemed there was still a significant gap between him and the major holy lands.

"No, there must be other ways!"

But while he could think about it, finding a solution was paramount. Yang Fan quickly suppressed his negative thoughts and focused his mind, meticulously analyzing his advantages.

"What if I release my internal energy to form a circular shield? It seems to have a slight effect, but... how is that different from this ninja's approach?"

Standing before the ninja was a circular shield made of construction debris. However, this shield had a radius exceeding 1.5 meters and a thickness exceeding 1 meter!

Yet, even this sturdy shield was blasted with a large hole by the sumo wrestler's sonic attack. Unsurprisingly, the ninja was blasted a considerable distance by the sonic wave, crashing into a corner of the wall, just like the sumo wrestler Yang Fan had previously blasted away with a single blow. He was pressed against the wall, his entire body pressed against the surface.

"A round shield is clearly unsuitable; its defensive power is too dispersed. As the martial arts say, brute force can overcome any technique. It's fine against other attacks, but against sonic waves, where energy is concentrated at the center, it's clearly insufficient. So... what about a cone-shaped defensive shield?" ( Chapter 556 of

05-03 [The Alliance of Ten Thousand Beasts]) Since internal energy can be projected outwards in needle-like or cone-like shapes, creating a cone doesn't seem particularly difficult. The reason for using a cone, rather than an arc, ring, or cylinder, is naturally from an aerodynamic perspective. Conical objects have far more advantages than arc-shaped objects when defending against wave-like energy attacks. They can easily break through a point of the wave attack, and then the remaining energy will scatter outwards along the cone's cross-section. Unfortunately, until these ideas are verified, they are currently only an internal energy model in Yang Fan's mind. Yang Fan's gaze fell on the ninja, his eyes showing no pity: "What, you can't even handle one attack? If this is all you've got, you'd better go home. You can't even handle a sumo wrestler who's about to die, yet you dare to talk so arrogantly about killing him!" The ninja, slammed against the wall by the sonic attack, didn't cough up blood, but after being scolded by Yang Fan, he couldn't help but cough up blood. The ninja slid down the wall in a disheveled state, struggled to his feet, and bowed his head, saying, "Hah! Young Master Abe is right, I was too careless." Under Yang Fan's gaze, the ninja crossed his arms and shouted again, "Devouring Heavenly Serpent!" The bloodstains on the ninja's arms, which had been covered in crisscrossing sword marks from the direct impact of the sonic wave, slowly disappeared. Then, his tattered sleeves seemed unable to withstand the impact of some force and burst open. Two beams of azure light rapidly converged around the ninja's arms, forming two curved azure energy bars in just a few dozen seconds. With a single sonic attack, the sumo wrestler slammed the ninja against the wall, inflicting significant injuries. Despite temporarily gaining the upper hand, the sumo wrestler showed no joy. He stared blankly at his arms, muttering incantations, seemingly lost in thought. When the ninja unleashed his secret technique again, he made no further moves, simply keeping his head down. Yang Fan couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking: Could it be that this sumo wrestler has run out of tricks? From any perspective, Yang Fan couldn't believe this was a trap. Although the sonic attack displayed by the sumo wrestler was different from all known sumo techniques, it wasn't entirely unfounded. The Lion's Roar, Prajna Chanting, and Brahma Dragon Chant, among other Chinese martial arts, are schools specializing in sonic attacks; it's just that very few have survived to the present day. Although Yang Fan correctly guessed that the sumo wrestler was at his wit's end, he didn't know the full story. It turned out that when Yang Fan delivered that powerful punch, he had already damaged the sumo wrestler's internal organs. However, because his defeat was so swift and complete, the wrestler's pride led him to disregard his injuries and make a near-suicidal decision. At that moment, the sumo wrestler suppressed his internal injuries and launched a lightning-fast attack on Yang Fan, which already exacerbated his condition. Unexpectedly, the ninja suddenly appeared, preventing the sumo wrestler from unleashing his long-accumulated attack. He was forced to switch to a sonic attack, which further aggravated his injuries. All three factors combined resulted in the sumo wrestler having no strength left for another attack after unleashing the sonic attack. However, the ninja, stunned by the power of the sonic attack, failed to notice the sumo wrestler's weakened state. "Explode!" The ninja's accumulated energy exploded instantly, two twisted blue streaks of light shooting out towards the sumo wrestler. Just as they were about to blast him to pieces, two figures suddenly appeared. "Spare him!" One figure flashed to the sumo wrestler's side and pulled him aside. The other figure flicked his hands, like unfolding a folding fan, creating dozens of palm shadows, each layer distinct. In a short while, the two blue streaks of light were completely dispelled. Yang Fan knew the man's movements best. He had unleashed thirty-six palm strikes, divided into six waves, each dispelling a bit of blue light. Six strikes, yet it looked as if only one palm strike had been delivered. The speed of his attack was astonishing. If Yang Fan's skill hadn't greatly improved and his eyesight hadn't been enhanced, he probably wouldn't have been able to see through the opponent's movements. "Who are you, and why are you interfering in our feud?" The ninja had intended to use the sumo wrestler to establish his authority, to let Yang Fan know that the Mino clan's ninjas weren't as incompetent as he had imagined. Who would have thought he'd be interrupted by this sudden appearance? The rage in Mino clan's heart was almost unimaginable. Before Yang Fan could even speak, he roared in fury. The man who had blocked Mino clan's attack, however, was quite good-natured. Instead of being annoyed, he chuckled and said, "The Devouring Serpent, its power is indeed extraordinary! However, this doesn't seem to be ninjutsu; it's more like Chinese martial arts, isn't it?" "Who exactly are you?" The shock in Mino clan's heart was indescribable. His long-hidden secret was known to very few in the world. How did this suddenly appearing guy know so much? "Former Ghost Lord, please don't feel uneasy, we... mean no harm!" The man smiled and said, "We come from the Heroes' Alliance. If I'm not mistaken, we might actually have some connection! If... you know Lord Purple Dragon!" "Purple Dragon?" The ninja looked blank, clearly not understanding what secret the man was referring to. "I wonder what the relationship is between Lord Purple Dragon and the Lion King?" A voice suddenly interrupted; it was Yang Fan speaking. He had overheard the ramblings of the man talking to the ninja and had vaguely grasped some clues, which was why he stopped speaking and started testing the waters. Unexpectedly, the man was greatly shocked: "You... you actually know Lord Lion King?"

A glint flashed in Yang Fan's eyes; the man's answer almost confirmed his guess.

"You don't believe me?"

Not only would the man not believe it, but even the ninja wouldn't believe Yang Fan would recognize him. Fortunately, Yang Fan had his own methods. He straightened his body, flicked his wrist, and unleashed a powerful yet serpentine palm technique.

"Spirit Serpent Pulse-Severing Hand?"

Yang Fan revealed this technique, truly summoning serpents that moved with the wind, his fists like dragons soaring through the sky. Even a layman would have to praise: "Impressive skill!" The Minobe's former demon and the two thugs from the Takahashi family couldn't simply ignore it.

The ninja reacted faster, quickly adjusting his emotions and bowing deeply to Yang Fan, saying, "Young Master Abe is indeed very skilled; I admire you greatly!"

Yang Fan didn't care about the ninja's attitude towards him. However, being admired was never a bad thing. Therefore, he didn't give the other party a cold shoulder, but simply nodded casually in response.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's actions made the ninja even more impressed. He kept exclaiming in his heart, "Truly the demeanor of a master, his composure is beyond words!"

Leaving aside the ninja's inner turmoil, the two henchmen of the Heroes Alliance were also discerning. They exclaimed in unison, "Spirit Serpent Pulse Interception Hand!" and rushed to Yang Fan's side.

The moment the other party moved, Yang Fan was prepared. He calmly matched the other party's pace, taking two steps back, leaving exactly three steps between them.

Seeing Yang Fan calmly observing them without speaking, the two members of the Jiying Alliance realized they had been rash and gave an awkward smile, saying, "We've made Young Master Abe laugh; we were too impetuous. Please forgive us!"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "We haven't distinguished friend from foe, so it's not your fault for being impetuous."

This was a very skillful way of speaking; ostensibly, he didn't mind their actions, but subtly distanced himself from the situation. With this, even if he reacted more aggressively, it would be understandable.

One of Gao Qiao's two henchmen, a quick-witted individual, immediately waved his hand, saying, "Wait! Wait! We're not outsiders! We're not outsiders! We are disciples of Master Zijiao, one a Green-Tailed Snake, the other a Cobra."

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, thinking: Why do these two names sound so familiar? Without giving it much thought, he deliberately frowned and said, "You are disciples of the Purple Dragon, what does that have to do with me? I'm just asking you, what is the relationship between the Purple Dragon and the Lion King?"

Knowing full well they were disciples of the Purple Dragon, yet daring to call him by his master's name, learning the Lion King's skills, yet showing him no respect—who exactly is this Abe, daring to be so arrogant? Even if he truly is a prominent figure in Japan, if he angers the Alliance of Heroes, perhaps…

The Green-Tailed Serpent and the Cobra only dared to think these thoughts in their hearts, not uttering them aloud. Otherwise, if Yang Fan was just spouting nonsense, that would be one thing, but if he truly possessed the ability to support the heavens, they would likely be the first to encounter him.

"Ahem..."

The green-tailed snake coughed lightly and said, "Reporting to young master, Lord Purple Flood Dragon and Lord Lion King are from the same sect, both members of the Myriad Beasts Alliance of the Heroes' Gathering, and both are Saint Venerables of this generation!"

"Indeed! This Heroes' Gathering Alliance is no ordinary force!"

Speaking of Lion King, that was something he remembered from his time in the assassin organization, when the organization tested him and asked if he was willing to take him as a disciple. And the person who wanted to take him was none other than Lion King!

However, Yang Fan already had a master, and joining the assassin organization was merely a form of training, so why would he change his master? Therefore, he had forgotten about it. But the mention of Purple Flood Dragon by the two members of the Heroes' Gathering Alliance just now reminded him of this incident, and unexpectedly, his guess was correct! The set of fist techniques he had just performed was the one shown to him by the person who tested him back then. With Yang Fan's memory, although he disdained learning such fist techniques, he had already memorized them, and with his current cultivation level, what skill could he not master with ease?

Yang Fan's mind raced, and he said, "Since it's the Myriad Beasts, there must be others. Besides the Purple Flood Dragon and the Lion King, who else is there?"

The Green-Tailed Snake and the Cobra exchanged a glance, their throats dry. Since becoming disciples of the Purple Flood Dragon, they had never seen anyone as audacious as Yang Fan, ordering the Purple Flood Dragon and the Lion King around as if they were his own children.

Though shaken, they didn't slow down the Green-Tailed Snake's reply. He said, "Besides the two lords, there are also Lord Red Bird, Lord Giant Turtle, Lord Fierce Tiger, Lord Flying Crane, and many other Saintly Venerables."

Yang Fan nodded slightly, acknowledging him, and then asked, "Since you're called Saintly Venerables, your strength must be considerable? When did the Myriad Beasts Alliance become so powerful?"

The Green-Tailed Snake chuckled dryly and shook his head, unsure of his meaning. Perhaps his status wasn't high enough to know what was going on above. The Cobra, however, had a strange expression, but even with Yang Fan's keen eyesight, he couldn't discern his thoughts.

Yang Fan smiled, not pursuing the matter further. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, but it vanished in an instant, leaving him no time to grasp it.

"Cough! Cough!"

The green-tailed snake coughed twice, trying to get Yang Fan's attention, but to his surprise, the other seemed to be in a daze, his eyes lowered, unresponsive for a long time. Left with no other choice, the green-tailed snake gave the cobra a look, seeking its companion's opinion.

The cobra merely shook his head slightly, seemingly indicating not to act rashly. However, the blue-tailed snake seemed impatient and bluntly stated, "Cobra, although we are not core members of the Jiying Alliance, it wouldn't be right for us to stand idly by while the organization faces difficulties, would it?"

"If you're confident you can handle him, then I have no objection."

This cobra was quite cunning; not only did he act like a coward himself, but he also tried to incite the blue-tailed snake to provoke Yang Fan. If the blue-tailed snake actually intervened, regardless of victory or defeat, he would have leverage to explain himself. He was truly treacherous.

Their argument startled Yang Fan. Although he was deep in thought, he wasn't so arrogant as to completely ignore the three people beside him. Although the ninja seemed to be his allies, and the two from the Jiying Alliance appeared to be intimidated by him, they weren't toothless tigers after all, and they still possessed considerable methods of harm. If he truly gave these people the opportunity, it might bring disaster.

"What brings you two to my residence?"

Having intimidated them a moment ago, Yang Fan figured it would be a waste of his efforts not to seize the opportunity to get some information. Thinking this, his words were naturally less than polite.

The Green-Tailed Serpent was hesitating whether to attack Yang Fan when he heard his shout. Startled, he nearly lost face.

"It's...it's..."

The Green-Tailed Serpent stammered, flustered, unable to utter a coherent explanation .

The Cobra, quick-witted, immediately chimed in, "We're only here on Lord Purple Dragon's orders to take someone back. Since you're here, young master, we won't disturb you any longer. We'll take our leave now!"

This man was slippery; seeing he couldn't gain anything, he tried to slip away.

But Yang Fan wasn't about to let him get away so easily. Although he wasn't one for fighting, this was a perfect opportunity to test the strength of the Heroes' Alliance. It would be a waste to let it slip by.

Chapter 557

[The True Meaning of Tai Chi] Yang Fan then said, "Wait! Is the person you want to capture Miss Nalan Qingcheng?"

Cobra's eyes darted around, about to deny it, but Green-Tailed Snake spoke first, answering, "That's right!"

Now Yang Fan had a reason to be angry, and he roared, "How dare you! Miss Nalan is a guest of my household! You two petty thieves dare to plot against me! Take this!"

Neither Cobra nor Green-Tailed Snake expected Yang Fan to attack so decisively, without any hesitation, and they immediately lost the initiative.

Before practicing the Serpent Severing Meridian Hand, Yang Fan wasn't particularly enthusiastic about routine martial arts. After all, he had never used them before, and such techniques didn't meet his standards. However, after being reminded by the two and practicing some routine martial arts, Yang Fan found them quite good.

Routine martial arts are different from the free and spontaneous moves in actual combat; they are the essence of martial arts honed through countless trials. Although not as flexible as free moves, they possess a greater degree of agility that free moves lack. Of course, this only applies to ordinary martial arts.

Using routine martial arts techniques in combat is like drawing a trap for someone to fall into. Each move may seem simple, but it can subtly lead the opponent astray, ultimately achieving the goal of capturing or killing them.

The same set of "Serpent's Meridian Intercepting Hand" techniques will have different power in different hands. In Yang Fan's hands, it's like a dragon spreading rain, a serpent coiling across the sky. With a single, sweeping motion, he traps both Green-Tailed Snake and Cobra, then strikes again as casually as teasing a kitten or puppy.

The ninja standing to the side is already too shocked to hide his expression, muttering repeatedly, "How can he be so strong? How can he be so strong?"

Yang Fan seems to have made his moves extremely easy, effortlessly drawing Green-Tailed Snake and Cobra, two seemingly powerful masters, into the battle, but he actually gained some advantage.

The enemy knows themselves, but they don't know their enemy; Green-Tailed Snake and Cobra are already at a significant psychological disadvantage. Moreover, in their minds, they had already unconsciously regarded him as someone of a far higher rank than themselves.

Furthermore, Yang Fan's attacks were swift and ruthless, making him an unmatched foe for Green-Tailed Snake and Cobra in terms of sheer force.

With these three advantages, even if Yang Fan's skill was only slightly superior to theirs, he could at least maintain a stalemate for a period of time.

However, the reality was that Yang Fan's skill was extremely high, his speed far exceeding theirs, and he hadn't even unleashed his full power yet, merely using them as fodder for attacks.

"Divine Power!"

After spending some time rehearsing the thirty-six moves of the Spirit Serpent Severing Pulse Hand twice, Yang Fan suddenly unleashed the Divine Power technique. This Divine Power was the ultimate killing move of the Spirit Serpent Severing Pulse Hand!

Yang Fan's muscles bulged, making his perfectly fitted Zhongshan suit bulge almost to the point of bursting.

"Hey!"

After using the divine power technique, his muscles bulged, and his previously well-fitting skin became too tight. Yang Fan couldn't help but exert force, popping the buttons off his clothes and tearing them off to the ground in a few quick movements.

With his clothes off, Yang Fan's muscular physique was perfectly proportioned, his massive pectoral muscles, each bulging, creating a beautiful arc with every thrust, like a dance uniquely masculine.

Even against the ordinary moves of the Spirit Serpent's Meridian-Severing Hand, the Green-Tailed Snake and the Cobra could only barely hold on. Now, with Yang Fan using the divine power technique, they were immediately struggling to maintain their balance.

"Hah!"

Yang Fan suddenly unleashed a powerful attack, seemingly in front but appearing behind, suddenly appearing at the Green-Tailed Snake's ribs. Caught off guard, the Green-Tailed Snake was immediately sent flying. The

Green-Tailed Snake, usually alert, was struck hard, and a plan formed in his mind: to use this opportunity to escape the battlefield. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan circled with his left hand and extended his right. Somehow, the force he had been channeling was drawn into the center of the battle, pulling the Green-Tailed Snake, who had already stepped halfway out of the fighting circle, back inside.

Caught in the middle of the fray, the Green-Tailed Snake couldn't see the bigger picture. He felt like he hadn't even understood what was happening before he was pulled back, then kicked away by Yang Fan, only to be pulled back again. In comparison, the Cobra fared slightly better, but only slightly better. His mind was sharper than the Green-Tailed Snake's, and from the beginning, he hadn't exerted much effort in fighting Yang Fan.

Most of the time, he was protecting himself, using every means to defend. To protect himself, the Cobra even deliberately blocked the Green-Tailed Snake's retreat, using him as a shield against Yang Fan's attacks.

This strategy was actually quite effective; at least when Yang Fan used ordinary moves, the Cobra didn't suffer any significant blows.

But when Yang Fan used his power-reducing technique, drawing circles with his left hand and right hand, the cobra's strategy became ineffective. It began to resemble the green-tailed snake, like a tattered sack blown about by the wind, sometimes soaring high, sometimes crashing heavily to the ground.

The only constant was that their fate remained firmly in Yang Fan's hands. What caused this change? It turned out that while practicing the "Spirit Serpent Intercepting Meridian Hand" routine, Yang Fan was struck by inspiration. Images of Tai Chi movements flashed through his mind, surging together. In

a moment of divine inspiration, Yang Fan used the "Spirit Serpent Intercepting Meridian Hand" as a blueprint, meticulously refining the essence of Tai Chi. However, the movement path was already vastly different from the original manuscript.

"The principle lies within the boundless void, and the principle within the Taiji (Great Ultimate) is the Qi within the boundless void. Riding on this Qi, movement and stillness give rise to Yin

and Yang; the division of Yin and Yang is Heaven and Earth. Before the universe existed, Qi gave rise to form; after the universe existed, form contained Qi. Investigating Qi from form is called Yin and Yang; observing principle from Qi is called Taiji!" All things and phenomena in the vast universe contain Yin and Yang, as well as the two aspects of appearance and essence. They are mutually opposed and struggle, yet also mutually generative and interdependent—this is the general law of the material world. It is the guiding principle and origin of countless things, and the root cause of their creation and destruction.

The way of Heaven and Earth uses the two Qi of Yin and Yang to create all things. Heaven and Earth, the sun and moon, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, the four seasons, before and after midnight, as well as male and female, hard and soft, movement and stillness, manifestation and concealment—all things are divided into Yin and Yang.

From the boundless comes the Taiji. The Taiji moves and gives rise to Yang; when movement reaches its extreme, it becomes still; when stillness reaches its extreme, it gives rise to Yin; when stillness reaches its extreme, it moves again. Movement and stillness are mutually rooted; dividing Yin and Yang, the two polarities are established. Yang transforms into Yin, giving rise to water, fire, wood, metal, and earth; the five elements are arranged in order, and the four seasons follow. The five elements are Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang are Taiji, and Taiji is originally Wuji (limitless)... The interaction of the two energies gives birth to all things. All things are born and change endlessly!

Yang Fan's Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, though incredibly powerful, ultimately cannot escape the doctrines of Yin and Yang, the five elements , and Taiji.

Recently, he discovered that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck; no matter how hard he tried, he could not comprehend a domain, nor could he transform spatial power into domain power. Therefore, Yang Fan turned his attention to Taiji, hoping to use its power to comprehend the power of Yin and Yang and the five elements, and thus evolve a domain.

During this time, Yang Fan had already comprehended Taiji to its limit, and was already infinitely close to the true meaning of Taiji, but he had always lacked a trigger, which was why it hadn't erupted.

Now, with the inspiration brought by the Spirit Serpent Meridian-Severing Hand, the true meaning of Taiji is finally taking shape in Yang Fan's hands, and he is gradually evolving it.

It could be said that when Yang Fan practiced the Serpent Severing Pulse Hand earlier, he only used the form, merely mimicking the technique. Even though his power was very close to that of the Lion King Xie Fei himself, it always lacked the true essence and spirit, missing that certain something.

To those unfamiliar with the art, this missing element wouldn't matter much, at least not to them. Yang Fan's Serpent Severing Pulse Hand was indeed extremely powerful, but if Yang Fan were to actually fight the Lion King, and both used the Serpent Severing Pulse Hand, that missing element would be fatal to Yang Fan.

Therefore, this subtle nuance is utterly unimportant to those who haven't reached a certain level, but it becomes incredibly important to someone of Yang Fan's caliber.

However, all of this became meaningless after Yang Fan mastered the true meaning of Tai Chi. Every punch and every step he took exuded the true meaning of Tai Chi, infinitely close to the Great Dao.

Looking back at Yang Fan's Spirit Serpent Severing Pulse Hand, each move seemed to carry the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, each action seemed to embody the supreme Dao.

Yang Fan himself gradually entered a state of ethereal emptiness with each move; his hands no longer seemed to belong to him, but had become a part of nature. He himself discovered that he was only one step away from the realm of mastery!

Each of Yang Fan's moves became as natural as the spring breeze, summer rain, autumn leaves, and winter snow. This change was unbearable for the Green-tailed Serpent and the Cobra; they had never regretted it so much, regretting not choosing to escape sooner.

Being trapped in the battle by Yang Fan, a monster-like figure, with no way to advance or retreat, was already incredibly painful. What made it even more agonizing was that this monster's strength was steadily increasing.

Helpless, after exchanging glances, Green-Tailed Snake and Cobra finally made a painful decision: sacrifice one of them to allow the other to escape and deliver a message.

At this point, they no longer cared about Yang Fan's identity; even if he were a powerful figure, for the sake of their own lives, Green-Tailed Snake and Cobra wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Unfortunately, killing Yang Fan was just wishful thinking, so their best option was for one of them to escape!

The consequence of being less astute was that, after being pressured by Cobra, Green-Tailed Snake chose to stay behind, becoming the potentially legendary sacrifice. Little did they know, this was nothing but self-deception and self-comfort!

Just as Green-Tailed Snake was giving it his all, actively meeting Yang Fan's attack, Cobra Ye seized an opening and prepared to escape. Neither of them expected that Yang Fan was currently deeply immersed in the true meaning of Tai Chi. His every move was no longer controlled by his brain or body, but had become a part of nature.

While calling it "nature" might be a slight exaggeration, it was undeniable that within the area enveloped by Yang Fan's internal energy, he was part of this microcosm.

Without external interference, even if the Green-Tailed Serpent and the Cobra transformed into primordial beasts, they would still be utterly defeated and helpless against Yang Fan!

The ninja standing nearby had already been pushed far to the side by the power generated by the three's battle. If Yang Fan's Tai Chi true meaning hadn't been an offensive fighting spirit, he would likely have been drawn into the battlefield by Yang Fan, becoming like the Grasshopper and the Cobra.

Completely absorbed in the true meaning of Tai Chi, Yang Fan's eyes were unconsciously changing. As if sensing some kind of attraction, a trace of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique's energy from his dantian was transmitted to Yang Fan's brow and then flowed into his eyes.

Yang Fan's once clear black and white eyes gradually turned completely white, like a flash of lightning, dazzling and blinding. This was a natural change that occurred when he entered his spiritual vision, but at this moment, it was only the beginning!

After his eyes were completely filled with white, a ring of pale golden light seeped in from the outermost edge of the lens, gradually engulfing Yang Fan's eyes.

This strange change in Yang Fan caused the Green-Tailed Serpent and the Cobra intense unease, a normal reaction for all creatures when their lives are threatened.

What tormented them was that it felt as if an aura of death was firmly binding them, forcing them to react only to Yang Fan's actions. Even knowing that they would soon be on their way to their graves if they didn't leave, they couldn't escape this torment!

What made their suffering even more unbearable was that every time the pale golden area in Yang Fan's eyes expanded, their pain intensified. Later, it was as if the two were slowly walking into a pool of water and then being buried in a swamp. Every movement became difficult, and what was even more despairing was that this difficult change was happening right under their noses. However, they were powerless to stop it.

"Ah!"

Unable to bear this mental torment, the Green-Tailed Serpent, under immense fear, made a near-mad move: unable to end his life with his hands, he simply mobilized all the internal energy in his body to bombard his dantian. The consequences of doing so were naturally extremely tragic!

Chapter 558 [One Step Away]

The pain of dying from a ruptured dantian is simply beyond the imagination of normal people!

That kind of large-scale explosion that gathers in the lower abdomen, connects to the most sensitive reproductive organs, and covers nearly 60% of the pain nerves in the human body, is something even a madman with a shred of rationality would not want to face. Yet

, when the Green-Tailed Serpent did this, there was not a trace of pain on his face. On the contrary, it was as if he had gained some kind of relief, and a strange smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His smile couldn't help but be eerie. Under such excruciating pain, exceeding the limits of normal human endurance, the fact that he hadn't immediately fainted was already an anomaly, almost impossible.

Therefore, his so-called smile was nothing more than a forced upward curve of his lips due to violent facial twitching—if that even counted as a smile!

Cobra seemed to be in much better shape than Greentail, with better endurance, yet in this situation, he couldn't match Greentail's decisiveness. Even facing such maddening mental pressure, he didn't choose to die by his dantian exploding; instead, he chose to silently endure, to keep enduring. If we ignore the expression on Cobra's face as he watched Greentail die by his dantian exploding, we might consider Cobra an extremely resilient individual. Unfortunately, his expression, clearly horrified by Greentail's agonizing death, almost completely negated any chance of earning him respect.

Outside the situation, Minobe's Maekawa couldn't comprehend the suffering of the Blue-tailed Serpent and the Cobra. He could only rely on his observations to further inflate Yang Fan's strength, elevating his image to an invincible, superhuman level. He never considered that if Yang Fan were truly that strong, how could they possibly have the opportunity to stage a conspiracy in the face of absolute power!

When Yang Fan's eyes turned completely pale gold, his natural, heart-to-heart attacks gradually slowed. He only retained a sliver of divine sense, barely enough to keep the movements focused on the Cobra.

In Yang Fan's vision, the world before him had changed again. In his initial divine power vision, time appeared a ghastly green; when his spiritual power vision reached its peak, triggering a mutation, the world he saw was black and white.

But now, the world he saw had regained its colors, becoming indistinguishable from the real world, but its size had fundamentally changed.

In his eyes, everything shrunk to an extreme. To put it in a more modern way, it was as if a miniature model of the real world was placed before him. This miniature model was adjustable; he could shrink it to control the overall situation, or enlarge it to perfectly match the real world.

When it shrunk to a certain extent, all the key figures marked by Yang Fan would be guided by a red line, with a green exclamation mark appearing at the top of Yang Fan's vision to indicate their location.

With a single thought from Yang Fan, the location of each key figure would be immediately magnified! Unfortunately, this enhancement still had a distance limitation, now limited to within five kilometers.

Beyond this distance, Yang Fan could only roughly sense her location, using it as a guide to rendezvous with her. He couldn't magnify her location like he was now, like a satellite image, accurately pinpointing her whereabouts. If

this improvement had only reached this level, it wouldn't be considered a remarkable achievement. However, it wasn't just that. Yang Fan seemed to be touched by something, adjusting the size of the miniature model before him, allowing him to enlarge the miniature images of the ninja and cobra to the size of toy dolls. Then, he reached out and poked the toy-doll-sized cobra.

The real cobra, as if struck by an invisible giant sword, groaned, clutching its abdomen, looking around in horror, seemingly trying to find the thief lurking in the shadows.

The poor cobra, having just had a chance to catch its breath thanks to Yang Fan's relaxation of Tai Chi True Intent, had immediately become Yang Fan's test subject for another improvement in his mental vision!

"Huh?"

The fact that an attack on a miniature life form within his mental vision could affect the real world piqued Yang Fan's interest. Although this ability had many limitations and consumed a great deal of mental energy, its application within a certain range made it practically godlike!

To verify his thoughts, Yang Fan experimented with the cobra again and again. The results led to the following conclusions: First, with his current mental energy reserves, he could use this attack mode a maximum of ten times, and if using the maximum attack mode, he could only use it a maximum of three times.

Second, this attack mode was a pure mental attack, targeting the opponent's soul. If used properly, it could instantly kill the opponent without leaving any trace, making it an ideal method for revenge and assassination!

Third, the effectiveness of this attack mode decreased as the attack range increased. The most effective attack distance was within 500 meters, and 5,000 meters was merely the maximum attack range.

Whether the mental vision under the light golden eye state had other wonderful uses, Yang Fan no longer had the chance to continue experimenting, because after using him as his experimental subject, the cobra's soul was completely annihilated, turning it into a corpse beyond any hope of death!

Perhaps because he found Yang Fan's appearance too eerie, or perhaps because he felt he had learned a secret he shouldn't know, Minobe no Masaki didn't think twice and immediately used his escape technique to try and flee from Yang Fan's side. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan blasted him out of the smoke with a single glance, leaving him lying on the ground, coughing up blood incessantly.

Unfortunately, Minobe no Masaki's intense coughing didn't produce any of the expected blood. No wonder, a pure mental attack, under deliberate control, wouldn't cause any physical damage.

"Ninja-san, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Having instantly knocked Minobe no Masaki into a daze, and feeling the immense power of the mental attack, Yang Fan deactivated his light golden eye state and returned to normal.

With this experience, Yang Fan knew that he had taken another step closer to his domain, and the range of this domain was five kilometers. Within a five-kilometer radius, he was the absolute master, able to dominate everything within this domain.

However, he was always a step away from truly controlling the domain, which was why he limited himself to using mental power to control his opponents and attack their consciousness. Otherwise, within his domain, he could completely control their bodies and everything about them!

"Cough! Cough! Young Master Abe is joking. I wasn't leaving, I just wanted to...cough! Conceal myself and help you observe the surrounding enemies!"

Minobe's masquerade was a lie he himself didn't believe, used to conceal his attempt to escape.

Yang Fan's lips curled into a slight smile, but he didn't expose the ninja's lie. Instead, he said, "I'd like to know what the Jingxia family's plans are next. That's not too much to ask, is it? Would you mind?"

"No, no, how could I mind? How could I possibly mind?" The ninja forced a smile that was more like a grimace, practically begging to cling to Yang Fan's leg and shout, "I'll do anything!" Yang Fan looked at the ninja with pity, thinking, "Such a blow, I'm afraid it will leave a permanent shadow in your heart. Your ninja path is probably over here, isn't it?"

Without further thought, Yang Fan naturally stopped at this point.

After his mental power and vision advanced again, his understanding of people's hearts had reached a very subtle level. He would naturally seek advantage and avoid harm, refraining from doing anything that might lead to bad results.

Every ninja was an elite among elites, selected through layers of rigorous screening by the Japanese ninjutsu schools. Because official power was used, these elites had often reached the limit that the entire nation of Japan could achieve.

Before the Meiji Restoration, Japan had a small population, but its overall physical fitness was good, resulting in a relatively high success rate among its people. Today, due to the demands of economic development, a significant portion of the Japanese population has neglected their health, choosing instead to work tirelessly to earn money. This choice naturally impacts their overall physical fitness.

Therefore, after World War II, Japan's population rapidly expanded, supporting hundreds of millions of people on a tiny island nation. Even with a decline in overall physical fitness, the sheer size of the population means that the number of elites selected is still considerable.

Any act of underestimating one's opponent is foolish. Given Yang Fan's understanding of Japan and ninjas, he wouldn't make such a basic mistake. A series of data flashed through his mind, and his vague desire to avoid harm quickly became clear.

Currently, if he continued to think about it, even revealing a hint of something detrimental to Minobe's former leader, the ninja, skilled at reading people, would immediately disrupt Yang Fan's attempt to grasp the inner workings of the Inobu Zaikatsu.

In light of this, Yang Fan nodded slightly and said calmly, "Since that's the case, then speak."

Yang Fan's indifference relieved the ninja, and his tense mood eased somewhat. Yang Fan's attitude convinced the ninja that if he revealed something useful, his life could still be guaranteed.

Preserving one's life wasn't shameful for a ninja; after all, ninjas were different from samurai, and they didn't need to adhere to the samurai code. Moreover, for those accustomed to lurking in the shadows and operating on the fringes of territory, the spirit of relentless pursuit and death-or-death struggle was not suitable.

"Actually, the conflict between the Inoue and Yagyu clans isn't as intense as it seems on the surface, and they even cooperate to some extent!"

The ninja chose what he considered a more impactful opening line, believing it would improve his standing in Yang Fan's eyes and increase his bargaining power.

"Hmm, I already know that."

Yang Fan's attitude shocked the ninja. He hadn't expected that what he intended to impress Yang Fan would instead frighten him. He couldn't help but ask, "You...you know? How is that possible? We were very discreet!"

"There are no secrets that stay hidden forever!"

Yang Fan smiled faintly. He had only gone this far; he had no obligation to explain to someone of a different race.

The ninja swallowed hard, wisely refraining from further questioning. He understood his role; at this moment, he should help Yang Fan clear up his doubts, not press him for answers.

"Then do you know that the conflict between the Inoue and Yagyu families was just a charade, mainly aimed at testing China's bottom line?"

Faced with the ninja's cautious question, Yang Fan, though somewhat shocked by the news, remained composed. Moreover, he had Nalan Qingcheng as his source of information.

"Arson will only backfire."

The ninja glanced at Yang Fan with suspicion, subconsciously repeating, "Trying to set a fire but only getting burned? You mean..."

Yang Fan smiled mysteriously and said, "I didn't say anything..."

The ninja naturally didn't understand why Yang Fan would suddenly drop such a statement out of the blue. He naturally didn't expect that at the same time he was talking to Yang Fan, a certain space not far away trembled slightly.

The subtle ripples showed that the other party's stealth skills were extremely high, far exceeding the level of the three so-called Jonin, Minobe Ukyo, Kojiro, and Zenki. At least it had reached the level of a God-level ninja, and perhaps even the legendary being above God-level ninjas.

If it were before Yang Fan's mental vision advanced, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect the other party's presence without entering his mental vision. However, after the advancement, all problems disappeared. As long as any foreign object intruded within a hundred meters of her, her brain would immediately receive an alarm, and her pale golden eyes would quickly lock onto the other party's location.

Therefore, Yang Fan's words were meant for the hidden figure. Whether Minobe-no-Kira understood was irrelevant; what mattered was that he needed to convey a message, which forced him to act prematurely.

Without hesitation, the Spirit Serpent Severing Pulse Hand, infused with the true essence of Tai Chi, was activated. With a single move, Heavenly Dispersion, a strange shadow flickered past Minobe-no-Kira's body, then countless Yang Fans appeared, standing, crouching, lying down, or contemplating, assuming numerous postures and hovering in every possible spot on the stairwell.

The hidden figure nearly lost control and revealed himself. Yang Fan's sudden display of power left him utterly shocked; this level of strength was beyond his reach. He dared not linger, only giving the fallen, unyielding Minobe-no-Kira one last deep glance before quickly turning and leaving.

Chapter 559 [The Story of Snow White]

"In that case, at least we can temporarily deter the Jingxia and Liusheng families, preventing them from making any rash moves, right?"

Yang Fan glanced thoughtfully at the departing figure.

"Is everything all settled?"

The door behind him was opened, and Nalan Qingcheng peeked out, looking around for a moment before frowning and saying, "The scene is such a mess. Are you planning to clean it up yourself, or do you want me to clean up your mess?"

Hearing Nalan Qingcheng's rude words, Yang Fan was both amused and exasperated. His calm and composed demeanor naturally vanished, replaced by his usual self.

"So eager to clean up your mess? Don't tell me you have any bad habits. Let me tell you: I find it very difficult to develop a liking for women who like chrysanthemum-shaped objects!"

Nalan Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before realizing what Yang Fan meant. Enraged, she grabbed something from the shoe cabinet and hurled it at Yang Fan, yelling, "I'll smash you to death, you despicable bastard! How dare you flirt with me! Believe me or not, I'll sneak into your room tonight and rape you!"

This enraged Nalan Qingcheng, revealing her fierce nature.

Yang Fan, somewhat at a loss for words, caught the object and quickly begged for mercy, "Fine! Fine! Fine! I give up! Hurry up and call your people to clean up this mess!"

"My people?"

A flicker of panic crossed Nalan Qingcheng's eyes at Yang Fan's words, but she forced herself to remain calm and feigned confusion.

"What, do I need to spell it out?"

Yang Fan chuckled. Of course, Yang Fan was interested in Nalan Qingcheng's identity. Her information network was so fast; even the Hundred Flowers Sect couldn't have gotten that information so quickly. In today's world, besides a massive machine like a nation-state, perhaps no other force could possess such detailed and rapid information.

Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng are both intelligent individuals; some things don't need to be explicitly stated. Yang Fan has already made his point, how could Nalan Qingcheng not understand? She had long known her identity would be exposed to Yang Fan, but she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Now that she'd been found out, there was no need for her to hide it any longer.

"That's right, I am indeed a member of the Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon!"

"Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon?"

Like the Chinese Dragon Group, the Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon's mission is to protect the safety of China. However, unlike the Chinese Dragon Group, all members of the Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon are ancient Chinese martial arts practitioners.

The Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon is a team composed entirely of pure martial arts masters. Their individual combat capabilities are strong, and their destructive power is immense, making them a formidable force in China to deter Western heat. Furthermore, most members of the Guardians of the Heavenly Dragon come from various sacred lands. Although the various holy lands live in seclusion, they ultimately need to connect with the world, and this connection necessitates ties with the nation.

While each holy land possesses formidable strength, it still pales in comparison to the vast machinery of a nation. Even their power pales in comparison to the nation's advanced weaponry.

Of course, another crucial reason is the need for a stable environment. They do not wish to become enemies with the nation, nor do they want to see the country unstable. Therefore, they send their disciples to join the Guardian Dragon, both to safeguard national security and to provide their disciples with valuable experience.

Thus, the Guardian Dragon is actually a more secretive organization, existing above the Dragon Group. As for the Chinese Dragon Group, anyone with a special skill or exceptional talent can join. Therefore, within the Chinese Dragon Group, besides those skilled in combat, there are hackers, lock-picking experts, bomb disposal specialists, and even scientists with unique achievements in specific fields.

To put it nicely, the Chinese Dragon Group is brimming with talent; to put it bluntly, it's a mixed bag.

However, the overall strength of both the Chinese Dragon Group and the Guardian Dragon is undeniable. It is precisely the existence of these two organizations that ensures stability within China and in the external environment. They deter restless elements within the country and also keep in check any Western powers with ulterior motives.

There's no inherent superiority between the Chinese Dragon Group and the Guardian Dragon; their areas of expertise differ. The Chinese Dragon Group handles almost anything that ordinary people cannot accomplish, while the Guardian Dragon operates only for specific missions. Furthermore, their operations are directly under the command of the central government and not subject to the orders of anyone else.

If a distinction must be made, the difference between them is akin to the difference between a regular army and special forces. Ordinary armies cannot complete many missions without the cooperation of special forces, and vice versa. While special forces possess strong individual combat capabilities, they also cannot accomplish many missions without the support of ordinary troops.

Yang Fan was aware of the existence of both the Huaxia Dragon Group and the Guardian Dragons. As a qualified assassin, he was intimately familiar with most of the forces in the world. However, he had never directly contacted these two organizations.

He often avoided confrontation, firstly because getting involved with them meant attracting endless trouble, and secondly because Yang Fan did not believe he could confront them alone.

He simply hadn't expected that Nalan Qingcheng would be a member of the Guardian Dragons. Moreover, despite his efforts to avoid entanglement with this organization, he had found himself inevitably drawn into it. However, after Nalan Qingcheng's detailed explanation, he gained a more comprehensive understanding of the strength of the various holy lands. He had always thought that the various holy sites had nothing to do with this world, but he never expected them to be omnipresent and even linked to nations. It seems that the various holy sites are not as simple as he imagined...

After explaining the protection of the Heavenly Dragon to Yang Fan, she looked at him with suspicion and asked, "Call them? You mean...?"

Yang Fan shrugged and said, "Anyway, these things should have been their business. If it weren't for Sadako, I wouldn't have gotten involved at all. Although I also hate the Japanese, killing them when their evil deeds aren't yet apparent gives those pseudo-moralists and lackeys an excuse to attack our China."

Nalan Qingcheng nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes, that's a problem we really can't ignore. Okay, I'll make the call!"

Seeing Nalan Qingcheng turn to go back to her room, Yang Fan tossed the thing in his hand up, caught it, and put it back on the shoe cabinet with a grin. He gave her a victory sign from afar and whispered, "Successfully diverted her attention, oh yeah!"

But unexpectedly, Nalan Qingcheng, who had already walked quite a distance and was about to go inside to make the call, suddenly turned around, smiled sweetly at Yang Fan, and said, "What I just said was really my idea. Think about it, and leave the door open for me tonight!"

"What does this mean? Could it be..."

However, Nalan Qingcheng didn't give Yang Fan much room for imagination. For the first time, the Guardian Dragons displayed extraordinary efficiency in front of Yang Fan, something almost unimaginable before.

Undeniably, as a special security department of China, they possessed a certain level of efficiency; however, due to the bloated nature of the organization, delays were inevitable when executing orders. This time, however, they demonstrated remarkable high efficiency.

Yang Fan didn't react much. He only needed to know that the Guardian Dragons had come to clean up the battlefield; he didn't want to know what they would do, or even meet them.

After Yang Fan left, Nalan Qingcheng glanced outside through the peephole. Unexpectedly, one of the people gathered outside noticed her gaze and walked over. Later, someone in the crowd said something to him, preventing him from meeting Nalan Qingcheng.

It was this person's action that shocked Nalan Qingcheng: So, there were indeed experts within the Guardian Dragons!

This discovery dealt her a heavy blow. Before this, she had thought her strength was second to none among the guardians of the Heavenly Dragon, but reality had taught her how insignificant she was in the face of such a vast national institution!

After withdrawing her gaze, Nalan Qingcheng lowered her head and murmured, "Since I'm just a dispensable character, then... if I withdraw, it won't matter, right?" It wasn't

until dinner that Yang Fan noticed Nalan Qingcheng's unusual behavior. It wasn't that he was oblivious; Nalan Qingcheng's Hundred Flowers Body was incredibly profound. This ability might be weak in attack, but when used for support, its stealth was terrifyingly strong!

"Sadako, why is there only food, no soup?"

It wasn't that Yang Fan was being picky; he just needed some time to talk to Nalan Qingcheng alone.

Sadako, who usually had somewhat eccentric thoughts, seemed like a completely different person when doing housework. Not only did she do everything perfectly, but her personality also seemed to have become incredibly gentle.

Hearing Yang Fan's words, she immediately stopped what she was doing, placed the bowl of rice in front of him, smiled apologetically at Nalan Qingcheng, and quickly said to Yang Fan, "Yes, young master, I'll make it right away!"

"No need to trouble yourself..."

"Then hurry up and go!"

Before Nalan Qingcheng could finish speaking, Yang Fan interrupted her. Taking advantage of Zhenzi's absence while she was in the kitchen making soup, Yang Fan immediately asked, "Qingcheng, is something on your mind?"

Nalan Qingcheng couldn't help but touch her face, forced a smile, and said, "What? How could I possibly have anything on my mind?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, saying, "You! You can't even tell a lie!"

"Who said I can't lie? I just..."

As Nalan Qingcheng hurriedly tried to explain, she realized that it seemed very strange that she was so eager to explain to Yang Fan that she could lie.

"What do you mean, 'just'? Don't tell me you're just afraid that lying will make your nose grow longer!"

Nalan Qingcheng blushed slightly. The reason she had stopped speaking was partly due to a lack of a clear reason, but hearing Yang Fan's words, she simply insisted, "Yes, I'm just afraid that my nose will grow longer, so what!"

Yang Fan smiled strangely and chuckled, "Oh... so you really do have the potential to be a lesbian!"

This somewhat suggestive joke was so well-hidden that it left Nalan Qingcheng completely bewildered.

"What?! I don't understand!"

Yang Fan chuckled wickedly and said, "You really want to know?"

Nalan Qingcheng instinctively felt that Yang Fan wasn't going to say anything good, but her strong curiosity made her unable to resist answering, "Of course I want to know!"

"Alright, I'll tell you... This saying actually comes from the story of Pinocchio and Snow White. One day, Snow White and Pinocchio were together, but neither of them had anything to do. Snow White felt very bored, so she played a game of lying and telling the truth with Pinocchio. When Snow White lied, Pinocchio's nose would grow longer, and when she told the truth, Pinocchio's nose would return to normal, haha... Wahahaha..." "

..."

"...Ahem! Ahem!"

Yang Fan laughed to himself for a while, but saw Nalan Qingcheng looking at him with a blank expression and anger, as if she still couldn't understand the mystery and was somewhat embarrassed and angry.

Yang Fan chuckled awkwardly and had no choice but to reveal the truth: "Actually, the key is that Pinocchio's position is... you know... he's lying on Snow White's thigh..."

"Lying on Snow White's thigh?"

Nalan Qingcheng only repeated it once before immediately realizing the crucial point. This bastard in front of her was actually discussing such a lewd topic with her!

"You... you pervert!"

Without thinking, Nalan Qingcheng casually threw a rice bowl at Yang Fan's head.

Yang Fan easily caught the bowl, coughed twice, and said, "Hey! You're the one who kept asking, okay? I didn't say anything inappropriate!"

"You still want to talk about it?"

Nalan Qingcheng pretended to throw it again, and Yang Fan quickly surrendered: "Okay! Okay! Okay! I won't say it... Are you feeling any better now?"

To be honest, after Yang Fan's interruption, the gloomy mood in Nalan Qingcheng's heart really did disappear without a trace.

Realizing she had misunderstood, Nalan Qingcheng blushed again: "Thank you..."

"What did you say?"

Yang Fan did hear Nalan Qingcheng's words, but her voice was so delicate that he couldn't help but want to tease her. He knew that since he met her, he had never heard her speak to him like that before.

Initially, Nalan Qingcheng's beauty was stunning, but as their interactions deepened, he discovered an inexplicable aloofness in her personality. She seemed like a celestial maiden, unapproachable. But this time, the feeling she gave him was something else entirely...

Chapter 560 [What Do You Want to Do?]

How to put it? The Nalan Qingcheng Yang Fan knew before was ethereal and otherworldly. Although her beauty seemed otherworldly, she lacked a certain earthly quality, making her seem like someone from another world. It was as if there was always a veil of mystery surrounding her.

The Nalan Qingcheng before him, though still stunningly beautiful, possessed a more vibrant life and a less aloof air compared to before. Yang Fan had a strange feeling that, while she looked the same, she seemed to have a different soul.

However, this Nalan Qingcheng was the real, flesh-and-blood Nalan Qingcheng, not ethereal or illusory, but more grounded in reality. Comparing the two, Yang Fan naturally preferred the latter.

"I won't repeat myself, if you didn't hear me, forget it!"

Unexpectedly, Nalan Qingcheng turned on him, immediately changing her tune.

Yang Fan shrugged and said, "Whatever, I know you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

"How do you know I can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth?"

Hmph… I… wait, something's not right! If I say that, wouldn't I be confirming my reputation as a dog? Damn it!

Nalan Qingcheng's expression changed again, about to explode. Yang Fan quickly suppressed a laugh and apologized earnestly, "Okay, I admit it, I was wrong, you can't just spit out ivory!"

"You, surnamed Yang..."

This time, Nalan Qingcheng could no longer bear it. She thought Yang Fan's previous behavior was an attempt to apologize, but she never expected him to play a trick on her again. So, without thinking, Nalan Qingcheng chopped her hand, and a jet of water suddenly appeared above Yang Fan's head, pouring over his face.

"Ouch... It's so hot! So hot! Qingcheng, how could you be so cruel!"

Zhenzi hadn't cooked any soup, and there was no water source nearby. Coincidentally, Zhenzi had just finished cooking the soup and brought it over when Nalan Qingcheng launched her attack, and so... the tragic scene unfolded.

"I'm sorry..."

Nalan Qingcheng frantically grabbed a tissue and desperately tried to wipe Yang Fan's face. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Originally, her target was the vase on top of the refrigerator; she remembered it containing some water. However, Sadako had just finished making soup and brought it over.

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I'm fine, let's eat!"

Yang Fan used his internal energy to wipe the soup off his face and clothes in no time.

Although Yang Fan acted normally, Nalan Qingcheng still felt a little guilty and obediently sat down to eat. After finishing, she even offered to help Sadako clean up. Unexpectedly, while Sadako was usually gentle, she became fierce when someone offered to help, insisting on doing it herself and refusing to let Nalan Qingcheng help. So… Nalan Qingcheng had to face Yang Fan alone again!

"Ahem… um, the floor looks dirty, I'll go mop it!"

The oppressive atmosphere made Nalan Qingcheng cough, trying to find a flimsy excuse to avoid Yang Fan.

"What? Are you afraid of me?"

Having spent so much time with Nalan Qingcheng, Yang Fan understood her personality somewhat. She was a good person in many ways, but she couldn't stand being provoked!

"Who would be afraid of you?"

Sure enough, Nalan Qingcheng couldn't resist teasing. Yang Fan's not-so-powerful provocation immediately triggered a strong reaction from her.

"Since you're not afraid of me, why are you avoiding me?"

Yang Fan seemed to think he hadn't added enough fuel to the fire, further stimulating Nalan Qingcheng's nerves.

"Bullshit! Where am I avoiding you? Are you that scary? Humph! I won't avoid you!"

As she spoke, Nalan Qingcheng glared at Yang Fan angrily, as if only in this way could she prove that she wasn't afraid of him.

Yang Fan smiled ambiguously, moved his chair, and sat down next to Nalan Qingcheng.

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

Nalan Qingcheng became nervous at Yang Fan's actions, and awkwardly moved her chair, trying to get away from him.

"You said you weren't afraid of me? If you're not afraid, why are you hiding so far away?"

Yang Fan's smile widened, making Nalan Qingcheng's heart tremble and her anger surge.

"Pah! Who's hiding? I'm just adjusting my chair to make myself more comfortable. Aren't I very close to you now? So what? Am I scared? Hmph, now you know how powerful I am, right?"

Unaware of the trap, Nalan Qingcheng eagerly moved closer to Yang Fan, the two chairs side-by-side, not even a tiny gap, as if only in this way could she fully demonstrate her fierceness.

The close proximity brought their previously distant bodies together. The skin-to-skin contact caused both Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng to unconsciously feel a strange sensation.

This was the first time Yang Fan had ever had skin-to-skin contact with Nalan Qingcheng since they met. And it was precisely because of this first time that his feelings were so complicated. Undeniably, Nalan Qingcheng's skin possessed an indescribable uniqueness. Even a mere touch felt like brushing against soft jade, incredibly smooth.

With just that one touch, Yang Fan felt a surge of pent-up desire boiling within him, impossible to suppress. It's unclear who started it, but the temperature of their skin rose rapidly, until it was almost hot enough to ignite a fire.

Was this what they called a spark igniting a flame? A raging fire meeting dry tinder? Otherwise, how could such a small amount of skin contact raise their body temperatures to such an extent?

Unconsciously, Nalan Qingcheng's breathing became heavy, her deep breaths revealing her intense tension and discomfort with the situation.

Despite this discomfort, it was undeniable that Nalan Qingcheng had never experienced anything like it before. The intense stimulation numbed her body and soul, to the point that she didn't want to move an inch, even harboring a fleeting thought of how wonderful it would be if this continued forever.

Sometimes, men tend to take the initiative, especially when they sense a woman is even slightly aroused…

Judging whether a woman is aroused is truly a skill that requires long-term practice. Of course, in this process, one must also fully utilize careful and proactive management skills; otherwise, it's easy to make a small mistake and end up completely wrong.

Based on Yang Fan's personal experience, he judges whether a woman is aroused in roughly three ways. First, by smell. When a woman is aroused, she will always emit a faint scent; for a virgin, it's the fragrance of virginity; for a young woman, it's the alluring scent of flesh; and for a woman, it's a seductive aura.

The second aspect is based on the physical contact between the two, judging from the other person's body temperature. If the other person's body temperature remains unchanged, or even slightly cool, it proves that she has no such thoughts; conversely… it's an indication of arousal.

The third aspect also relies on physical contact. If the other person's body is stiff, it means she is still in a state of panic and has no arousal at all. Conversely, if her body became very supple, it meant she was eager for something to enter her…

Nalan Qingcheng's body temperature rose, giving Yang Fan a reason to continue his attack. Just as he was about to launch another assault, he smelled an alluring fragrance.

"A virgin… truly can't resist teasing!"

Yang Fan thought to himself, intentionally or unintentionally nudging Nalan Qingcheng with his leg. Despite the two layers of fabric, the contact still startled Nalan Qingcheng. Like a frightened rabbit, she hurriedly withdrew her leg.

And that wasn't all; she also weakly uttered, "You… what do you want to do?"

Heaven knows what happened. A woman like Nalan Qingcheng, when it came to matters of the heart, became so vulnerable. This stark contrast gave Yang Fan a strange, involuntary thrill.

"What do you want to do? Of course, do what you're supposed to do!"

Yang Fan's reply was somewhat roguish, yet it was precisely this roguishness that left Nalan Qingcheng at a loss for words.

"I...I should go back to my room!"

Summoning a sudden burst of courage, Nalan Qingcheng abruptly stood up, intending to flee.

Unexpectedly, she was pulled back by Yang Fan the moment she left her seat. The collision of opposing forces resulted in Nalan Qingcheng being no match for Yang Fan's strength; instead of advancing, she stumbled and fell cleanly into his arms.

The next moment, Nalan Qingcheng's cheeks flushed crimson, an unusually rapid blush spreading across them. The scene before her was simply unimaginable to her.

"I...how did I...how did I end up in his arms? I should...I should have left! Just now...I clearly used so much force!"

Yang Fan was secretly delighted. He had long suspected that Nalan Qingcheng's plump buttocks had a unique charm, but he had never had the chance to test it. Now...he had finally gotten his wish, and the pleasure in his heart was indescribable.

"Ah! Tender as a baby's, smooth as cream, warm as a furnace, all three sensations coming at once, it's truly irresistible!"

Nalan Qingcheng stiffened and fell into Yang Fan's arms, unsure whether to stand or sit, momentarily at a loss. But Yang Fan didn't care about any of that. He couldn't let go of the fat meat that was already in his mouth. With such thoughts in mind, he naturally shifted his buttocks, letting his unworthy member find a suitable position.

Frankly speaking, a woman sitting in a man's lap won't cause any problems unless there's a good position. However, if both parties intentionally or unintentionally change positions, giving that erect thing a chance, the situation often gets out of control.

The friction of the buttocks, the rubbing of the cleft, these little stimulations accumulate and quickly awaken the sleeping beast. It thumps its neck and tilts its nose, trying its best to stretch itself to its optimal position, and then it easily places itself in Nalan Qingcheng's hollow.

Things have progressed to this point, and it's hard to say who's at fault. If anyone is to blame... it can only be the moon!

"I wonder what kind of performance the Hundred Flowers Body will have under the bed..."

For some reason, this strange thought suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's mind. If Nalan Qingcheng knew, she would probably pour a bucket of soup on his face again.

“Qingcheng, sitting like this isn’t a good idea. How about we move around a bit?”

Yang Fan was adept at taking advantage of women. Since Nalan Qingcheng didn’t mind sitting in his lap, taking things further didn’t seem so unacceptable.

Nalan Qingcheng’s already flushed cheeks turned a deep purplish-red from Yang Fan’s slightly teasing remark. She stiffened, afraid to move an inch, lest Yang Fan interpret any slight movement as a response to his advances.

“Hey! If you don’t move, I will!”

Yang Fan wasn’t just saying that; he immediately began to wiggle his hips, engaging in some kind of intimate rubbing, completely disregarding Nalan Qingcheng’s reaction.

Embarrassing? Perhaps it was awkward… Nalan Qingcheng couldn’t accurately describe her feelings at that moment. It was perfectly normal for a woman, a woman who had lived to be twenty and had never experienced the pleasures of a man, to be unable to articulate her feelings in this situation.

After the initial awkwardness and stiffness, Nalan Qingcheng gradually began to feel uneasy. After all, she was a woman, a self-respecting, confident, and somewhat arrogant woman.

For women like her, in addition to the traditional reserve of women, there was an extra kind of pride that traditional women lacked. This pride was often derived from and a product of breaking free from the traditional dependence of women on men.

It is undeniable that the establishment of the republican system in China required an unimaginable effort, even in Western countries, to restore the status of women, resulting in a distorted surge in women's rights after the reform and opening up.

This distorted surge was particularly severe in places like Yanjing. Outsiders would find it hard to imagine that a woman in Yanjing, except when she was bored and went to work, would spend her time traveling around, simply relying on a man to support her, and then having her exhausted husband serve her like a dog when he returned home.

With Yang Fan's chauvinistic nature, he would absolutely not tolerate such a woman. Fortunately, although Nalan Qingcheng possessed the pride of a self-reliant woman, she did not have the almost parasitic attitude of the women in Yanjing.

Perhaps it was precisely this self-reliant pride that made Nalan Qingcheng approach relationships with a cautious and wary mindset. Thus, after her initial unease, Nalan Qingcheng suddenly stood up…

05-03
Chapter 561 [Feigning Compliance]

It should be said that the Inoshita family reacted extremely quickly. The killing of the former Minobe leader was only a day away, and they already had a strategy in place, sending someone to find Yang Fan.

Of course, their stated reason was still to protect Yang Fan's safety. However, both Yang Fan and Inoshita Takehiko knew that this was merely a veil to cover their true intentions.

Yang Fan chose to meet him in the living room. After sitting down, neither side rushed to speak, but instead sized each other up to confirm their qualifications to negotiate.

From the moment the other person entered, Yang Fan had already determined that this guy was a very strong ninja. Although the other person wore ordinary clothes and his every move seemed no different from an ordinary person, his continuous contact with several high-ranking ninjas had given Yang Fan a deeper understanding of the ninja profession. He already possessed a level of understanding beyond that of ordinary people.

He could easily discern the differences between them and ordinary people through subtle details. The guy in front of him unconsciously tiptoed when walking, though not very noticeably, it didn't escape Yang Fan's notice. When they made eye contact, his ears began to twitch involuntarily, the amplitude was also small, but it was also one of the habitual actions of a ninja.

"It seems that this person is at least a mid-level Earth Ninja!"

After some observation, Yang Fan came to this conclusion. Having confirmed the other party's identity, there was no need for hesitation anymore. Yang Fan asked directly, "Since you can represent Mr. Inoshita, I think you can now state your purpose!"

The man stood up and bowed, saying, "Mr. Abe, although I represent Mr. Inoshita, I also represent the Mino clan ninja! I am the master of the former demon, the Mino clan's Go-Demon!"

"Oh?"

Yang Fan casually uttered a meaningless interjection, completely unconcerned.

"So what?"

Minobe Goki seemed to have anticipated this outcome, so he wasn't angry at all. He said, "Please don't take offense, Mr. Abe. We Minobe ninjas don't blame you. The former ghost failed to protect you and died tragically; it's only because he wasn't skilled enough."

"Then what do you mean?"

Yang Fan had originally intended for Minobe Goki to explain his purpose in a few words and then leave quickly. He hadn't expected this guy to be so tactless, not only failing to state his purpose but also endlessly circling around it. He hadn't gotten to the point for a long time.

Sensing Yang Fan's anger, Minobe Goki not only wasn't annoyed, but instead revealed a faint smile: "Even if the disciple falls, the master remains. As the former Goki's master, I have a responsibility to help him complete the task he couldn't finish. Therefore, before helping Mr. Ii convey his intentions, I hope Mr. Abe can grant me one request."

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Is this a threat?"

Minobe Goki smiled unmoved. He said, "I'm not threatening you. It's just a helpful piece of advice!"

"So, you're not afraid I'll cause trouble for the Minobe ninjas in the future?"

Yang Fan's voice grew even colder. A faint killing intent began to emanate from around him.

"Fear? How could I not be afraid? Just thinking about the Abe family's immense political power, and how a mere Minobe ninja would be reduced to dust under the pressure of that family's strength, makes me tremble with fear." As these words left his mouth, a shadow of gloom unconsciously appeared on Minobe Goki's face. But then, he changed the subject, saying, "Even so, I cannot abandon my responsibility as a teacher!" "He spoke these words with such unwavering resolve that Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a touch of respect for him. The advancement in his mental vision allowed Yang Fan to use some of his abilities without conscious effort, especially his ability to directly address people's hearts.

Yang Fan was certain that Minobe Goki had no ulterior motives when he said those words. It was just that having such a person lurking around made many things inconvenient for him. His strength meant Yang Fan couldn't possibly come and go secretly without alerting him.

This forced Yang Fan to carefully consider the negative consequences of keeping him alive. If he didn't keep him, then he would have to kill him and extract the information Inoue Takehiko had asked him to bring from his brain.

However, this seemed to contradict Yang Fan's initial intention to temporarily make peace with Inoue Takehiko. In other words, his previous actions of killing Minobe Zenki to intimidate the Inoue and Sadako families would have been completely futile!

"I can let you stay by my side. But I hope you understand. When it's not your turn to appear, you must choose to disappear!" "

As Yang Fan said this, he already had a new idea in mind.

The reason Minobe Goki chose to stay by his side was undoubtedly to avenge Minobe Zenki. These two with such difficult-to-pronounce names must have had a touching story behind their becoming master and disciple. However, Yang Fan had no interest in knowing.

He only knew that without the consent of the entire ninja organization, Minobe Goki would never have had the chance to appear before him. His appearance already demonstrated the organization's attitude towards him!

Yang Fan wasn't worried about Minobe Goki's assassination attempt causing him any harm, but he couldn't afford to be complacent about targeting Sadako, whose abilities were questionable.

To be fair, Sadako, in Yang Fan's mind, was still just a cute little thing. At most, she was like a novel toy; losing her might cause him some heartache, but it was far from enough to make him sacrifice anything else to protect her.

If he had the opportunity to protect this little toy without paying any price, Yang Fan wouldn't mind..." The smaller one protected her. Yang Fan's current plan, however, allowed him to prevent the Minobe clan's leader from harming her without incurring any cost.

This was largely thanks to Nalan Qingcheng, whose efforts gave the Guardian Dragon the opportunity to attack the Inoshita family from within.

The plan had reached a point where all the conditions for success were met. Yang Fan's plan was merely to create a small spark between the Sadako family and the Inoshita family, turning a feigned conflict into a real one.

Such a plan would naturally be difficult for Yang Fan alone to succeed. But combined with the Guardian Dragon's previous arrangements, what was originally a 30% chance of success now had at least a 70% probability.

In a short time, Yang Fan's brain worked at least four times faster than usual, and it was thanks to his quick thinking that he was able to come up with a solution to deal with the Minobe clan's leader in such a short time. The Minobe clan's

leader was naturally very happy to accept this outcome. He bowed again and smiled, saying, "There's a Chinese saying: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.'" "Mr. Abe, your choice is very wise!"

Yang Fan suppressed his displeasure, glanced at the ninja indifferently, and remained silent.

Minobe Goki understood the importance of knowing when to stop and did not continue to provoke Yang Fan. According to the report from the ninja who had escaped, this guy's strength was unfathomable. Minobe Goki had no intention of launching an attack before finding his weakness. These provocative words were merely to mislead the other party and make him underestimate his abilities.

"Mr. Abe, President Inoshita hopes that you can return to Japan as soon as possible. Because, a storm is about to break out in Yanjing, and its intensity will far exceed anyone's imagination. For your safety and the safety of the two ladies, it would be best to return to Japan. Of course, if you insist on staying in Japan, the president hopes to provide the same protection for the two ladies as well!"

Minobe Goki slowly and deliberately presented Inoshita's plan, seemingly very confident that Yang Fan would agree.

"What did you say?" Yang

Fan's eyes narrowed involuntarily, flashing two dangerous glints. This was a prelude to his impending outburst. He had initially thought that teaching the Minobe ninjas a lesson would make them more obedient. However, judging from Minobe Goki's words, it seemed to have the opposite effect!

Minobe Goki calmly replied, "Mr. Abe, first of all, please allow me to explain that our president did not mean to threaten you. I think you understand that the upcoming great battle is very likely to attract the attention of the Chinese political establishment. And all of this will be worthwhile!" He didn't elaborate on

why it was worthwhile, but this sentence stirred a spark of inspiration in Yang Fan's heart. It seemed he had grasped something, but this feeling was too slippery, disappearing in a flash.

Once the inspiration vanishes, it is often very difficult to recreate, and it's out of the question in the short term. In view of this, Yang Fan followed up on Minobe Goki's words, saying, "Back to Kyoto?"

Minobe Goki smiled and nodded, saying matter-of-factly, "Of course! Naturally, we'll go back to Kyoto!"

Yang Fan smiled faintly, not exposing the other party's hidden malice, and nodded, saying, "Alright, let's go back to Kyoto then!"

"What?"

Minobe Goki couldn't believe his ears; he thought he had misheard. "You said you're going back to Kyoto?" Yang

Fan glanced at the ninja with a hint of mockery and said, "What? Isn't this the result you hoped for?"

Minobe Goki smiled to hide his embarrassment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and forced a smile, saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes! This is certainly the best result we hope for, but... Mr. Abe, do you really not want to stay in Yanjing?" "

Not long ago, while reverse-engineering the other party's line of thought, Yang Fan had a new idea. Going to Japan would have its advantages. Japan is the headquarters of the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect. If he could take this opportunity to gather a group of allies in Japan, it would naturally be very beneficial when confronting the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect in the future.

The only thing to consider is his disguised identity. The Abe family is one of the most prominent political families in Japan. Impersonating someone in Beijing wouldn't be a problem. Not only would there be a special task force to help him clean up the mess, but even if the Inoue Group or the Sadako family knew he was an imposter, they wouldn't make things difficult for him on this issue.

Because doing so would not benefit them. On the contrary, it would force Yang Fan to turn against them on the spot. The Japanese and their clans are all about interests. They will never do anything without benefit."

Once in Japan, Yang Fan needed to further conceal his identity and communicate more with Nalan Qingcheng. He had already made up his mind and didn't hesitate.

He gave Minobe Goki a firm reply: "I'm sure, I don't want to get involved in this mess!"

Yang Fan's meaning was very clear, so even though Minobe Goki was very unwilling, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Actually, Minobe Goki's initial plan was to use forcing Yang Fan to return to Kyoto as a pretext to sow discord between Yang Fan and Sadako and Nalan Qingcheng. They had already confirmed that Yang Fan's disguise as Abe Shun was an imposter, which was why Minobe Goki addressed him as "Mr. Abe" instead of "Young Master Abe."

Minobe Goki originally thought he had seen through Yang Fan's weakness and that as long as he proposed the condition of Yang Fan returning to Dongyi, Yang Fan would definitely make excuses and refuse to go back. Because his identity was fake, once he arrived in Dongyi, he would immediately go from being a high-ranking young master to a prisoner at the mercy of others.

No matter how much he planned, Minobe no Goki hadn't anticipated that Yang Fan would agree so readily.

"What exactly does he have to rely on?"

This question swirled in Minobe no Goki's mind. He couldn't understand why Yang Fan wasn't afraid.

"Are you going back alone or with Miss Sadako and Nalan Qingcheng?"

Minobe no Goki persisted, trying to weaken Yang Fan's resolve to return to Kyoto by using Sadako and Nalan Qingcheng, women who were clearly a burden.

Hearing Minobe no Goki's contradictory words, Yang Fan couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

"Since we're going back, it's best if we go together! But..."

Hearing that Yang Fan was taking Sadako and Nalan Qingcheng back with him, Minobe's Goki was somewhat pleased, but then he heard Yang Fan utter the word "but," and his heart tightened: "But what?"

Yang Fan chuckled and said, "But I still have some things to resolve, and I need to go through Hong Kong. So, Mr. Goki, would you like to come with us?"

"He's going to Hong Kong? Why is he going to Hong Kong? Is there some conspiracy I don't know about?"

Minobe's Goki, judging others by his own standards, naturally assumed that this was a trap Yang Fan might set to deal with him.

The ninja didn't consider that with Yang Fan's strength, there was no need for him to set a trap. Before absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is futile. It's just a pity that, at his level, he wouldn't realize this.

Chapter 562 [Each with Their Own Thoughts]

Yang Fan's desire to go through Hong Kong wasn't without reason; he knew that Hong Kong was another, even larger, stronghold of the Assassin Alliance.

Beijing, after all, is right under the emperor's nose. Even with the Jiying Alliance's formidable strength, they dared not be too blatant. Therefore, their base in China wasn't located in Beijing, but rather in a small coastal town not far from Beijing.

Minobe Goki didn't understand Yang Fan's thoughts and unconsciously considered the possibility of further trouble for him. After a moment's thought, Minobe Goki reluctantly said, "Since Mr. Abe is interested, I naturally have no reason not to accompany you! I wonder... when do you plan to depart?"

Minobe Goki deeply regretted not being able to keep Yang Fan here. Unfortunately, he couldn't abandon Yang Fan and let him leave Beijing.

He knew the Inoshita family had given a strict order; if he couldn't keep up with Yang Fan's pace and allowed him to leave their territory, and something bad happened, even dying a dozen times wouldn't be enough to undo the damage!

The special ninja who witnessed Yang Fan's miracle had already given a detailed report of her deeds, which greatly increased the importance the entire Mino family and related interest groups placed on her.

Having carefully assessed their own strength and confirmed that they wouldn't be able to contend with Yang Fan without the intervention of a master from the Four Sacred Paths, they could only do two things: First, keep a close watch on Yang Fan's movements, ensuring he remained under their surveillance. This way, they could react immediately to any actions he might take that were detrimental to them.

Second, avoid provoking Yang Fan as much as possible. Even if he was hostile, they would try to defuse his hostility, ideally shifting it to their own opponents, or at least lessening his hatred.

It was for these two reasons that Minobe Goki had no choice but to humiliatingly follow Yang Fan, becoming a not-so-loyal dog!

In Minobe Goki's heart, he harbored extreme hatred for Yang Fan; the former Goki was nominally his apprentice, but in reality, he was his biological son. However, children born in ninja villages, unless exceptionally gifted, were mostly taken away and given away.

In ninja villages, there were only master-disciple relationships, not father-son relationships. This was partly due to the inability to guarantee the health of children born in the village, a necessary measure. On the other hand, the brutal nature of ninja training meant that blood ties easily clouded judgment, leading to a series of negative consequences.

In ninja history, there were ninja clans, bound by blood, passing down their skills from generation to generation. Unfortunately, these clans didn't achieve much and quickly disappeared into the annals of history.

According to later generations, the existence of blood ties eroded the unwavering spirit unique to ninjas. Later, to prevent the disappearance of ninja villages, each village leader established the strictest rules to eliminate blood ties.

Minobe Goki secretly brought back Zenki after he was sent away, claiming him as his chosen disciple. Minobe Goki had poured countless efforts into helping Zenki succeed, but unfortunately, due to his inherent limitations, Zenki remained an ordinary Earth Ninja until his death, unable to break through the Earth-level barrier!

"For me, the sooner the better. If there are no problems, then let's do it in three days."

"Three days later?"

Minobe Goki had just snapped out of his reverie and hadn't quite grasped the situation when Yang Fan threw out a deadline for his departure, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

"You think the delay is too long? Fine, then leave the day after tomorrow! If that's not possible, leaving tomorrow is fine too!"

"No! No! No!"

Minobe Goki quickly shook his head. He was joking; why was the timeframe getting shorter? He hadn't even had time to discuss the changes with his superiors; he needed to wait for them to come up with a plan before proceeding, right?

"Three days later is fine, three days later it is! After all, we still need to prepare for returning home!"

With that, Minobe Goki fled Yang Fan's residence as if escaping.

A massive steel bird, as fat as a penguin, slowly landed at Kai Tak Airport with a deafening roar. As the stairs connected to the cabin door, one by one, slightly weary passengers quickly disembarked under the guidance of the flight attendants.

Among the hurried crowd, four people walked unhurriedly at the back. While they were said to be unhurried, the person at the very end had a displeased expression.

Occasionally, someone, impatient with these four slowing their pace, would say "excuse me" and hurry past them. But in that fleeting moment of passing, they would always be unconsciously drawn back by the delicate fragrance and the fleeting beauty that caught their eye.

At such times, pedestrians walking ahead couldn't help but grumble a few complaints, but upon remembering that they had done the same thing before, these complaints easily dissipated.

These four people strolling leisurely were Yang Fan and his entourage, who had just arrived in Hong Kong from Beijing by plane. The reason they caused such a commotion and needlessly increased the flight attendants' workload was precisely because of the entourage of Zhenzi and Nalan Qingcheng.

Two radiant beauties, even if only one of them appeared, would be enough to attract attention, let alone both of them. What was especially remarkable was that one possessed a cute charm, while the other possessed an almost perfect aura.

One was a half-baked little girl, the other a captivatingly cold and alluring queen; these two contrasting styles, through their harmonious relationship, created a perfect picture of contradiction and unity. How could such a sight not attract attention?

According to Minobe Goki's plan, this trip to Hong Kong should ideally be swift and decisive, arriving and departing quietly, without alerting even the slightest force in Hong Kong. The ninjas were constantly on edge, fearing Yang Fan would do something unusual that would attract their attention—this was true on the plane and in the taxi after landing.

Minobe Goki had already realized, as soon as the four of them disembarked, that his earlier hopes were nothing but unrealistic fantasies. Unless he was confident he could persuade Yang Fan to let Sadako and Nalan Qingcheng return to their home country, whether it was Japan or Beijing, as long as he could get rid of them, Minobe Goki was 70% certain the trip to Hong Kong would be a success.

Unfortunately, the ninjas weren't even 1% sure they could persuade Yang Fan! Therefore, Minobe Goki could only worry, and continue to worry!

In contrast to the ninjas' unease, Yang Fan and his companions were extremely relaxed; different moods naturally led to different attitudes towards life. Minobe Goki was constantly scheming how to safely lure Yang Fan back to China, extract everything the Inoshita and Yagyu families craved from him, and then subject him to the most cruel torture. Yet, he couldn't help but worry about whether he could leave Hong Kong safely.

At Yang Fan's behest, Nalan Qingcheng contacted the Guardian Dragons, instructing them to relax their control over Yang Fan's file, giving those secretly watching him a chance to use their spy networks to gather clues.

If, during the three days of delay, Minobe Goki still knew very little about Yang Fan, he might be feeling incredibly relieved. Unfortunately, through their efforts, he had somehow learned bits and pieces about Yang Fan's true identity. He had heard

a little about Yang Fan's apparent identity and the events that had occurred since his arrival in Yanjing, but unfortunately, their investigation could only go this far.

Yang Fan's birthplace, actual age, marital status, parents, relatives in Yanjing, and resources he controlled... These numerous questions lingered in the minds of the heads of the Inoshita and Yagyu conglomerates, refusing to dissipate.

If Yang Fan hadn't intentionally revealed this information, they would likely never have guessed, even after racking their brains, that Yang Fan was once a member of the assassin alliance!

Even now, Minobe Goki could still vividly recall the expressions on Inoshita Takehiko and Yagyu Unya's faces when they heard Yang Fan's identity as an assassin! Their expressions were truly priceless! Minobe Goki was even certain that even when he was old and his eyesight was failing, he would never forget that scene!

"Based on our in-depth investigation some time ago, we have roughly figured out Yang Fan's network of relationships. He has ties with more than ten families, including the Shen family of Yanjing, the Nalan family, the Yang family, the Tang family, the Wang family, and the Li family. In addition, they have intricate connections with many companies. Among these, the relationships with the women in these families

are the most mysterious." Hearing his subordinate's report, Inoshita Takehiko immediately flew into a rage: "Damn it! How many more times do you have to report these clichés to me? I need his real information! How credible is this information that's just on the table? Do you really think a few women can make a difference?"

"Women can only ever be appendages of men. No real man can tolerate a woman stronger than himself by his side."

The ninja in charge of the report looked embarrassed. As a special military branch with a long history, ninjas possessed an unparalleled talent for intelligence gathering. However, that advantage had gradually faded with the progress of civilization. Most of the information he had was obtained through various channels; less than one-tenth of it came from their own investigations. Times have changed. If ninjas, as a military branch, cannot adapt to the changes of the new era, perhaps…

The ninja merely entertained the thought for a moment before quickly dismissing it. These things shouldn't be matters for someone of his rank to consider. If others knew, it would only bring severe punishment.

“Report…”

A surprised voice and a flustered figure rushed into the room almost simultaneously. Inoshita Takehiko frowned in unison, looking displeased at the sudden appearance of the newcomer.

“What's the big deal? Haven't I repeatedly told you to stay calm? Did you not listen to my words, or did you take my words lightly?”

Although he had to suppress his anger because of the important guests present, not wanting to be ridiculed, his subordinates' behavior was truly infuriating, and he couldn't help but darken his expression.

At this moment, his heart was filled with turmoil, and he thought viciously: Damn it, if you don't give me a plausible reason, I'll throw you into the sea tonight to feed the fish—and lots of fish!

A person's weight is limited; an average person weighs a little over 100 pounds, and a slightly overweight person weighs around 200 pounds. If you want to feed someone more, you'd probably have to cut them into very small pieces. This reveals the viciousness of Inoue Takehiko's mind.

Noticing the suspicious look on Inoue Takehiko's face, the man who had been all smiles and preparing to report the progress felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, sending a chill down his spine.

After a long while, under Inoue Takehiko's almost murderous, sinister gaze, he trembled and said, "Re...Reporting to you, sir, it's about the person impersonating Young Master Abe."

"Oh? Those same old articles again?"

Inoue Takehiko's face grew even darker, so intense it seemed to freeze into ice, seeping from his skin.

Terrified by Inoue Takehiko's expression, the man didn't dare delay and quickly recounted the intelligence he had received.

Shock! Nothing but shock!

Inoshita Takehiko and Yagyu Yun stared at each other for a long time, unable to recover from the shock of the news.

"How could this be? How could he be an assassin? And an assassin who defected from the Shueisha Assassin Alliance!"

The Shueisha Assassin Alliance was a top-tier, internationally renowned organization. The third-ranked

of the world's three major assassin organizations was easily forgotten, but the names of the Shueisha Assassin Alliance and Thunderbolt were enough to stop children from crying at night! To escape from such a powerful force as the world's three major assassin organizations and still be alive and well, even using Abe Shun's name to swindle and deceive—what kind of backing did this guy have to be so arrogant?

Completely baffled, Inoshita Takehiko's expression went through a series of colorful changes. Its brilliance was no less than overturning a pile of dye in a warehouse. In an instant, white, blue, pink, red, purple, black, indigo, and emerald all surged forth, a dazzling array of colors that truly delighted the few people standing nearby. Among them was the Minobe Goki.

Minobe's back ghost tried to pull his thoughts away from the past, his expression complicated as he secretly glanced at Yang Fan sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He began to doubt whether he really had a chance to defeat such a guy and ultimately achieve his goal of revenge.

Chapter 563 [Hong Kong Gangs]

Yang Fan sat in the middle of the back seat of the taxi, his head resting in Nalan Qingcheng's arms, leaning against her full, soft breasts, comfortably half-reclining.

His legs weren't idle either, casually draped over Sadako's knees, letting her obediently massage and relax them for him.

Along the way, the taxi driver frequently stole glances at the two beauties in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his heart filled with insane jealousy of Yang Fan's unparalleled good fortune.

Fortunately, the driver's skills and awareness were quite good, and no accident occurred due to a lack of concentration.

Yang Fan seemed carefree and nonchalant, but in reality, he was quite calculating.

According to his thinking... This return to Hong Kong, while not exactly a high-profile entrance, still managed to stir up some waves thanks to the beauty of Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi.

In fact, this was a deliberate choice by Yang Fan.

Hong Kong, as a key hub in the global operations of the Assassin Alliance and a crucial base for its Asian affairs, wielded considerable influence. Besides the official members yet to be recalled by the Assassin Alliance, countless peripheral organizations were scattered

throughout the city. In such a place, where gold was plentiful but so were thugs, it was virtually impossible for an outsider with two stunning beauties to remain unnoticed!

Since trouble was inevitable sooner or later, it was better to be a little more conspicuous. It was better to find the snake in the grass than to be ambushed; this was Yang Fan's initial reason for not requiring Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi to disguise themselves.

"Pingjiang, as long as you're still in this city, I will definitely find you!"

Yang Fan refused to believe that Pingjiang, with his intelligence and abilities, could be captured silently. He was even more unwilling to believe that he would be murdered.

Based on his understanding of Pingjiang, the most likely explanation was that Pingjiang had gone into hiding! And right there in this materialistic city!

"Young Master…we've arrived!"

Minobe Goki pinched his nose, finally managing to utter the incredibly awkward title of "Young Master," completely ignoring the mockery hidden in Yang Fan's eyes.

"Hmm, go get the luggage."

Since he had the chance to inflict physical and mental torture on the ninja, Yang Fan naturally wouldn't remain indifferent.

Minobe Goki desperately tried to hypnotize himself, barely suppressing the urge to drag Yang Fan aside and beat him up. He sullenly agreed and ran to the back of the taxi to get the luggage.

"Strange, how could this be? Kojiro is like this. Maekiri is like this, and so am I! Facing this damned bastard, why have we all become so lacking in self-control? You know, we are all ninjas, Minobe ninjas known for their strong character and amazing self-control!" After picking up his luggage, Minobe

followed silently behind Yang Fan, increasingly feeling something was amiss. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out the reason. Ultimately, he could only conclude that Yang Fan and their Minobe lineage were incompatible.

Little did he know, this was actually a passive influence of Yang Fan's spiritual power.

If someone had been paying close attention to every little thing around Yang Fan, they might have noticed the underlying pattern.

From the moment he angered Han Yan, it seemed that everyone who interacted with him was unconsciously influenced by him, either confronting him or becoming speechless with anger.

However, this passive ability had different effects on men and women. For men, the influence often caused them to lose their rationality and make foolish judgments and decisions. But for women, the influence unconsciously made them develop feelings for him.

The hotel had been booked in advance: the renowned five-star Regent Hotel in Hong Kong. It is said that this hotel was originally a very dilapidated small hotel. Later, because of a movie by a famous comedy master, it caught the eye of a well-known hotel tycoon, who demolished and rebuilt it, resulting in its current scale.

The Regent Hotel is nestled among trees and flowers, possessing a unique and intoxicating charm.

While the area around the Regent Hotel isn't particularly abundant in trees and flowers, its ingenious layout, coupled with the surrounding high-rise buildings, gives one the illusion of being in a paradise upon entering.

In Hong Kong, where land is incredibly valuable, buildings of dozens or even hundreds of stories are commonplace.

Who would have thought that the Regent Hotel could cleverly utilize the surrounding high-rises to effortlessly create a scene of brilliance amidst the ordinary?

After entering the hotel room, Yang Fan gently closed the door and immediately gestured for Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi to be quiet. He then narrowed his eyes slightly, and a pale golden light quickly filled them from the outside in.

"Hmph, just as I expected! The slightest movement, and I'm being watched!"

Exiting his mental vision, Yang Fan plopped down on the bed, bouncing heavily on the soft mattress a few times, seemingly venting something.

Nalan Qingcheng asked curiously, "Adi, what's wrong? You seem a little unhappy?"

Yang Fan chuckled, "Unhappy? I'm overjoyed! I never imagined the Hong Kong triads were so powerful! Did you notice anything strange about the taxi driver we were in?" Nalan Qingcheng

pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "That driver seemed very lecherous. He kept peeking at Qingmei and me through the rearview mirror. Qingmei even got annoyed by his stares and turned to look out the window!" Yang Fan

sneered, "Lewd? He's more than just lecherous! Did you notice his hand tapping the walkie-talkie a few times, intentionally or unintentionally?" "

If Yang Fan hadn't pointed it out, Nalan Qingcheng would have truly missed this detail. From her perspective, she had actually seen the driver's actions immediately. She just hadn't given it much thought, and naturally wouldn't have realized that this was the driver's way of notifying his boss!

"I've heard people say that in Hong Kong, taxis, minibuses, parking, bars, nightclubs, and many other industries are dominated by triads. They've penetrated every corner of every industry. I didn't believe it before, but now I finally have a firsthand experience!" As Yang

Fan said this, he was secretly relieved. He was glad he had made the decision to go to the mainland instead of resisting the Assassin Alliance in Hong Kong.

Otherwise, he feared he would have been captured and taken back to Ghost Island, where he would have been subjected to torture and brutally murdered!

Hong Kong's situation was unique. From its very inception, conflicts between Chinese and foreigners were rampant. Initially, various societies were established to unite against foreign oppression.

Tracing back to its origins, it was precisely because of the early formation of tightly organized societies, which, for various reasons, had never truly disappeared, that escaping their harassment was incredibly difficult.

Of course, this doesn't mean Hong Kong was a paradise for criminals. It was simply a peculiar place. It was both a renowned place of law and order and a notorious concentration camp of criminal gangs.

This contradictory yet harmonious existence radiated an irresistible charm to the world.

In Hong Kong, the Assassin Alliance isn't officially the largest triad, and they don't even publicly acknowledge its existence. However, the sheer number of its peripheral organizations and members has effectively established it as the most powerful force in Hong Kong. The

Red Faction, which had conflicts with Yang Fan, and the Assassin Alliance, which he had previously contacted—these two peripheral organizations alone have over 150,000 members, with nearly 30,000 core members.

What does that mean? If 150,000 people surrounded Yang Fan and stood still, letting him hack away, even if he didn't sleep for three days and three nights, he couldn't kill them all!

Therefore, the Alliance members often choose to focus on the key points, rather than getting bogged down in minor details and clashing with their subordinates!

"You mean that taxi driver betrayed our whereabouts to the gang?"

Nalan Qingcheng frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing, her face filled with a chilling killing intent.

This tough woman, when faced with a problem, didn't first think about how to devise a perfect solution. Instead, she first thought about her own safety. "Let's teach the perpetrator a lesson first, then we'll consider things further.

" Yang Fan shook his head and chuckled, "How can it be considered betrayal? It should be said that he put a group like ours, which is of considerable importance, under the watchful eyes of the gang leaders, and then let them decide whether to contact us!"

Chapter 564 [People are forced into things]

Sadako didn't know much about the whole affair, but she could glean from the fragments that Yang Fan was worried about his future. She couldn't help much elsewhere, so she imitated Nalan Qingcheng, leaning on Yang Fan's other shoulder. She then remembered her own identity and felt this was inappropriate.

"Master, let me massage your shoulders! That will help you relax!"

Sadako acted immediately, diligently massaging Yang Fan's shoulders to loosen his muscles. Unbeknownst to her, her actions made Nalan Qingcheng somewhat embarrassed. Nalan Qingcheng seemed somewhat envious, yet also a little embarrassed, making the scene suddenly awkward.

Yang Fan looked at Sadako with a wry smile, inwardly thinking: What's so good about this kind of relaxation? You might as well use your little mouth and tongue to properly "relax" me!

Such thoughts could only remain in his mind; he couldn't voice them aloud, even with his closest confidante. After all, what makes us human is always bound by morality and ethics… which, frankly, is nothing more than hypocrisy!

"Knock! Knock!"

The timely knocking at the door somewhat eased Yang Fan's embarrassment. He gave Nalan Qingcheng a wink, signaling her to check who was knocking.

At this moment, Yang Fan's cautious nature was revealed. Actually, considering the three's positions, Sadako, Yang Fan's little maid, was the one most suited to do these chores.

However, precisely because she was best suited for these tasks was Sadako's lack of self-defense skills. In the event of an emergency, she wouldn't only be unable to protect herself but could also become a bargaining chip in someone else's hands!

As Nalan Qingcheng went to open the door, Yang Fan naturally entered his mental vision. A flash of pale golden light in his eyes allowed him to pass through the wooden door and see the scene outside.

There was a man dressed as a waiter, with a trolley placed beside him. It seemed he was there to provide room service. However, this man, who appeared to be a hotel employee, kept glancing around intentionally or unintentionally, and several times he even paused on the trolley.

"Finally here?"

Yang Fan smiled faintly. Actually, he wasn't averse to contact with the Hong Kong underworld. It was just that these people were always too self-centered, never considering others' feelings, and always using their own methods to target their prey.

"He attacked without properly assessing his opponent. It seems this person isn't a member of the Jiying Alliance! He's likely from another small gang, though it's also possible it's from another large Hong Kong gang."

Yang Fan made this judgment about the waiter in his mind.

In his opinion, the least likely organization for this waiter to belong to was the Jiying Alliance. Based on his understanding of the Alliance of Heroes, he judged that the Alliance of Heroes would prevail through wisdom. And the waiter's next move would further confirm his judgment!

"Who is it?"

Nalan Qingcheng asked, half-opening the hotel room door. She didn't open it completely, only a crack. This action was clearly more in line with her status, and thus made the somewhat nervous waiter breathe a sigh of relief.

"Room service! Would you like to order anything?"

the waiter asked in slightly awkward Mandarin, pointing to the food cart behind him.

Nalan Qingcheng's gaze lingered on the food cart behind the waiter for a moment, and that moment of surprise was enough to make the waiter nervous.

No one likes surprises; uncontrollable surprises only frighten people, not delight them. Just as the waiter was already tensing up, preparing to act rashly, Nalan Qingcheng unexpectedly opened the door and said calmly, "Come in!"

The waiter smiled stiffly, said thank you, and pushed the cart into the room.

Yang Fan had booked a business suite with two bedrooms and a small living room. When the waiter brought in the trolley, he and Zhenzi had already come out of the bedroom and sat on the sofa.

"Sir, Madam, what would you like to order?"

The waiter took a menu from the trolley and placed it on the coffee table, then stepped back to take out a pen and notepad, preparing to write something down.

Yang Fan glanced at Nalan Qingcheng and asked with a smile, "What do you have?"

The waiter was stunned. He hadn't expected anyone to not even look at the menu.

"Everything on the menu is available. Anything not on the menu..."

He paused for a good ten seconds before realizing he should explain something. Unfortunately, with his limited intelligence, it was difficult for him to find a convincing reason in a short time, so his voice grew softer and softer until he finally fell silent.

"Oh?"

Yang Fan glanced at the waiter with considerable disappointment. This gang member's handling of the situation was incredibly poor. One could imagine the level of power a gang with such subordinates could possess.

"All of you stand still! Don't move, or I'll kill you!"

Under Yang Fan's pressure, the waiter seemed to have gone mad, suddenly grabbing two items from under the trolley and pointing them at Yang Fan while shouting wildly.

"You're threatening us with this?"

Not only Yang Fan, but even Sadako found it amusing.

A white handkerchief and a glass bottle. Such "weapon" equipment was truly astonishing!

"It contains chloroform!"

With Nalan Qingcheng's sensitivity to water-based substances, she could easily identify the components of the liquid.

"So, his target is you two?"

Yang Fan's gaze towards the waiter suddenly turned cold. A gang member, carrying chloroform, intending to knock out two stunning beauties—what good could that possibly be? He'd probably be more like a womanizer than a victim!

Prompted by Yang Fan, Nalan Qingcheng's expression quickly changed as well. Without waiting for Yang Fan's orders, she kicked the waiter, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"Damn it, you dare to mess with me! If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't even know how your mother gave birth to you!"

Nalan Qingcheng's furious rant, which was utterly infuriating, hadn't even calmed the waiter down, but it had already made Zhenzi dizzy: "Sister Nalan, what does teaching him a lesson have to do with him not knowing how he was born?"

Nalan Qingcheng scoffed coldly: "How can it not have something to do with it? People are forced to their limits! I want him to know that people... can't forget their roots!"

Yang Fan broke out in a cold sweat. He had thought he understood Nalan Qingcheng's fierceness quite well. But now, he realized that he was far from touching the bottom line of Nalan Qingcheng's fierceness!

What left Yang Fan speechless was yet to come. He didn't know what possessed Sadako, but at this moment she actually started asking Nalan Qingcheng about the accuracy of her Mandarin: "Sister Shui, the more you talk, the more confused I get. People are forced into things. What does it have to do with you? Could it be that the 'x' you just mentioned represents genitals? But even if it does represent genitals..."

Perhaps realizing that Nalan Qingcheng's gaze was becoming increasingly strange, Sadako wisely stopped her childlike questioning. She also knew that if she continued asking, the likely conclusion would be... that Nalan Qingcheng had given birth to this waiter. Although this would require many more arguments, Nalan Qingcheng's gaze had already made Sadako anticipate the outcome.

"Playing with chloroform in front of me. Do you want to experience what it means to wish you were dead?"

Nalan Qingcheng, wearing five-inch high heels, pressed her heel against the waiter's external Laogong acupoint.

High heels, acupoints, stomping—these keywords combined often produce chilling results. Soon... The waiter then let out a series of pitiful screams, like pigs being slaughtered.

"Speak! Who sent you? Did you come here to knock us out? Where are you taking us? What are you going to do with us?"

Lan Qingcheng bombarded him with questions, leaving him utterly overwhelmed.

Even more shockingly, the waiter heard everything and quickly answered, "I'm the Emperor's henchman. Our boss, Huang Shenghe, sent me to drug you two. We're going to take you to the film set to shoot porn." Contrary to

Yang Fan's expectations, there was no furious outburst. Instead, Nalan Qingcheng squatted down in front of the waiter with a smile. Fortunately, although she was wearing extremely high heels, she wasn't wearing a short skirt, but rather beige trousers. Otherwise, this posture would have certainly given the waiter a good look.

"Take us to the film set? Which film set? Where is it? Is there any pay? Are the main characters hunks?"

Even a fool would know that Nalan Qingcheng was furious after hearing her incredibly gentle questions. Unfortunately, this conclusion only came about with familiarity.

Those unaware of Nalan Qingcheng's background could easily succumb to her gentle voice.

The waiter was no exception, even though just recently, this woman with the incredibly gentle voice had slapped him hard, almost crippling him.

"It's our Emperor's New Star Film Set! The most famous R-rated film set in all of Hong Kong. Forget hunks, you can even find black men and chimpanzees if you want! Speaking of black men, they're really… damn, so enviable. If you go, you'll definitely have a blast!"

The waiter, completely captivated by Nalan Qingcheng's gentleness, was utterly lost in her charm, his words flowing freely. She blurted out everything, and then, "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Two slaps, one on the front and one on the back, then two more, and two more. Nalan Qingcheng grew increasingly enraged with each blow, finally raising her square foot and stomping hard on the chick's vital spot.

"Ah..." The chick let out a mournful cry like a rooster being strangled, its contorted face enough to send any slightly timid person who witnessed it to a year of psychological counseling.

Even the bold Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately warned himself not to provoke Nalan Qingcheng too much. When a woman gets ruthless, even ghosts are afraid!

An ordinary woman would probably just guess and let it go, but Nalan Qingcheng was a trained woman, a woman with high combat skills. Hearing such vulgar words, she naturally wouldn't just stomp on it and be done with it.

Perhaps the chick had a high pain tolerance; despite the intense pain of being trampled the first time, it remained conscious and didn't pass out. In fact, after regaining its senses, its first thought was one of relief: "Thank goodness, only one side was crushed!"

Unfortunately, its relief didn't last long. Immediately afterward, Nalan Qingcheng's second foot landed.

"Feeling lucky you spared one side? Do you think I'd be that merciful?"

Nalan Qingcheng's clenched teeth even made Yang Fan feel a throbbing pain in his crotch.

The second time it was trampled, the chick was in so much pain it didn't even have the strength to scream. Tears of utter despair streamed uncontrollably down its cheeks.

"Mom. If I'm a man again in my next life, I definitely won't join the underworld!"

"Hmph! You've already fainted? You're really getting off easy!"

Nalan Qingcheng angrily withdrew her jade foot and turned to Yang Fan, saying, "Hey. What should we do with this guy? Should we just dissolve him, or wait for some emperor to clean up the mess?"

"Gulp!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow, thinking: Goodness. You're really ruthless, grandma! Not only did you crush his means of procreation, but you didn't even leave him a trace.

He knew what Nalan Qingcheng meant by "dissolve." It was a biochemical drug specifically used to destroy evidence. Yang Fan used to carry this drug with him quite often; it was the best choice when handling certain missions! He didn't blame Nalan Qingcheng for carrying such a thing. These Guardian Dragons, although ostensibly the guardians of China, mostly did shady things.

After all, the missions they carry out are generally not to be disclosed to the public or the media. If such matters were made public, they would only cause social unrest and instability. Modern society values harmony and peace, and the consequences of things that only happen in movies in real life are obvious.

Therefore, they usually clean up their messes thoroughly. So it's not surprising that Nalan Qingcheng had corpse-dissolving fluid on her! Seemingly sensing his doubt, Nalan Qingcheng pursed her lips and said, "Come on. Don't act all merciful. Do you really think a man who can't have sex will have the courage to live? Let me tell you, even if he does live, he'll be a complete pervert!"

"Then let's dissolve it. Let's dissolve it quickly and go find trouble for their gang!"

Yang Fan was never a law-abiding person. The reason he restrained himself was only because he was surrounded by gentle women who used their maternal glow to purify the violence in his heart. But at this moment, the bloodthirsty factor finally resurfaced.

Chapter 565 [Live Broadcast]

Right after Chicken lost his life, Nalan Qingcheng poured some disintegrating liquid on his body, and the decomposition speed increased significantly. Soon it turned into a pool of pus.

"Disgusting!"

Nalan Qingcheng glanced at the bathtub with disgust. She had already made up her mind that after this, she would never step into this bathroom again.

After rinsing away the pus with water, Yang Fan woke Sadako and prepared to head to the New Star Studio mentioned by Chicken. There was no other way; who knew if those people, having lost contact with Chicken, would send someone else to test the waters? Leaving Sadako alone might allow someone to take advantage.

After making preparations, Yang Fan and his two companions left the Regent Hotel. Shortly after they left, Minobe Goki emerged from a corner and climbed up from a distance.

Just hearing the name "New Star Studio" might lead one to mistakenly believe it was a large, well-established film studio. Even when Yang Fan arrived at the building following the map, he still held this belief. Therefore, he overestimated the Emperor's strength.

However, after inquiring, he learned that this gleaming building had nothing to do with the Emperor; their film studio was actually located behind it.

From the strange smile of the person he inquired about, Yang Fan gleaned quite a bit. He simply offered a few red banknotes as a tip. Money really does pave the way. The man, swayed by the promise of money, revealed quite a bit: "Young man, judging from your accents, you don't seem to be locals. You probably heard that Huangshanghuang Film Studio makes it easy to become famous and earn a lot of money, so you were tricked into coming here, right?"

Yang Fan nodded thoughtfully. He thought to himself: It seems this Huangshanghuang is truly a complete scoundrel. They'll stop at nothing to cheat, swindle, or steal!

The man grinned mockingly and said, "Many people are brought to the vicinity of this building. Then they mistakenly believe the film studio is inside. After they've taken the bait, Huangshanghuang's people will lead them into the studio through that side path. Once inside, there's only one outcome!"

What kind of outcome? Although the man didn't say, Yang Fan could guess. It was nothing more than being forced to film all sorts of obscene pornographic videos, which would then be printed and sold everywhere.

"Are all the members of their gang on set today?"

Hearing Yang Fan ask this, the local man's expression changed. He hadn't expected the other man to know about the Emperor's Gang's gang connections. What if they were here for revenge…? The local man quickly pulled out the few red bills Yang Fan had just given him, handing them back to Yang Fan as if they were burning his hand, saying, "Take it! Take it! I know nothing about their business!"

Yang Fan didn't take them, instead taking out another stack of red bills, patting them in his hand, and saying, "If you can provide more detailed information, all this money is yours!"

He was joking; after asking so many questions, he'd only just gotten to the point. And the other man wanted to leave so easily?

His gaze lingered greedily on Yang Fan's hand for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll risk it. At worst, I'll just go into hiding for a while!"

It turned out this local man wasn't exactly a respectable person either. He was a hoodlum himself, and coincidentally, his gang had some kind of feud with the Emperor's Gang. Otherwise, even if Yang Fan offered some money, he wouldn't have gotten any information out of him.

From him, Yang Fan not only confirmed that most of the members of Emperor's Gang were present, but also unexpectedly learned the locations of several key members who were absent.

It was quite a coincidence that the gang this thug belonged to had always wanted to deal with Emperor's Gang, so they had conducted a thorough investigation of their key members. They just hadn't had the opportunity, which was why they hadn't acted. Unexpectedly, this investigation ultimately benefited Yang Fan.

After handing the money to the thug, Yang Fan and his group quickly disappeared into the alley. The thug glanced longingly at the three's retreating figures and muttered in the local dialect, "What a pity for those two heiresses. Just look at their figures. They're like wanton sluts who fly all over the bed. It's a pity, even if they have some skills, they're probably just meat in someone else's mouth!"

Before the thug could finish his lament, he felt a dark shadow flash past him, so fast that he felt a sharp pain as if pricked by a needle.

"Damn it, what kind of evil spirit did I encounter today! No, I'd better go out and avoid this place for a few days!"

Although the thugs were very interested in the dark figure that had just passed by and disappeared quickly, after careful consideration, they realized that their own lives were more important.

Yang Fan walked ahead alone, deliberately keeping a two-step distance from Nalan Qingcheng, letting her protect Zhenzi. The advantage of doing so was to minimize the chance of being suddenly attacked. Yang Fan himself wasn't afraid, but he wasn't 100% sure he could react in time if the attacker's primary target wasn't him. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan was overthinking it.

The Emperor's Society had indeed sent some people to guard the gate, and quite a few of them. Unfortunately, these people were huddled in a gatehouse in broad daylight, drinking and eating loudly, many of them already drunk, with only two or three still relatively sober. Even those two or three who were relatively sober weren't paying attention to guarding the road.

Thus, Yang Fan easily dealt with this group of watchdogs. He followed the secluded path to the film set. Despite the poor surroundings—sewage flowing everywhere and a foul odor—the set itself, consisting of a row of single-story buildings, was surprisingly well-decorated.

However, he didn't get a clear look at the few people guarding the doors at first. Only after Yang Fan dealt with them did he have a chance to examine it properly.

There were six single-story buildings in a row, with two side rooms on each side of the left, but the doors to these side rooms were tightly closed, unlike the six main buildings which were ajar. Occasionally, lewd moans emanated from these six buildings.

Yang Fan peeked through the cracks in the doors one by one, then hesitated. Without exception, all six rooms were being used for filming, but none of the actors were clothed. Without a doubt, they were filming R-rated movies!

Just as the chick had said, the actors inside were of all skin colors—white, yellow, black, mixed-race, truly a diverse mix. The acts were also incredibly varied: one king and two queens, one hole with two guns, humans and beasts… it was all there, utterly shameless.

But undeniably, unless one was a morally conscious person brainwashed from childhood, seeing such a scene would inevitably evoke a strange emotion in the first place. That indescribable stimulation easily stirred the most fervent desires within one's heart. Fortunately, Yang Fan wasn't alone. Nalan Qingcheng's timely greeting pulled him out of his reverie.

"Yang Fan, what's the situation inside?"

Yang Fan took a deep breath. Yang Fan gestured to Nalan Qingcheng, then stepped back and pointed to the six bungalows, saying, "They're still filming inside. There are a few thugs who look like they're keeping order, but none of them seem like leaders. I suspect the Emperor's leaders are all in there!"

Upon hearing that filming was still going on, Nalan Qingcheng's anger flared, and she impulsively tried to rush forward to rescue the oppressed women, but Yang Fan stopped her.

"What's with the impulsiveness! Didn't you hear what I just said? The leaders aren't inside. What if you rush in and they surround you from behind?"

Nalan Qingcheng curled her lip, dismissively saying, "Isn't there you? I'll go in and deal with those scumbags first. You can handle the leaders!"

"What about Sadako? Who will take care of Sadako?"

Yang Fan was genuinely angry. He had thought that after the incident with the chick, Nalan Qingcheng's temper would have softened, but now it seemed that old habits die hard! "

I...I'm fine, I can find a place to hide, I definitely won't be a burden to you!"

Zhenzi felt she had become a burden to them, and although tears welled up in her eyes, she didn't bother to wipe them away, and hurriedly waved her hands, repeatedly indicating that she could take care of herself.

Nalan Qingcheng had initially been somewhat dismissive of Yang Fan's words, but seeing Zhenzi's appearance, her heart softened immediately.

“Compared to Sadako, it’s my fault. I didn’t think things through. You handle this, and I’ll look after Sadako!”

With Yang Fan’s skills today, he wasn’t even afraid of bullets, so he naturally wasn’t worried about anyone harming him. He was just worried about Nalan Qingcheng’s impulsive personality, afraid she might suffer a loss due to her impulsiveness, which was why he took the initiative to go ahead.

Now, seeing her attitude, he felt he could give her a chance. So Yang Fan said, “Actually, if you want to take action, it’s not impossible. But we need to be careful about the method. How about this…”

After hearing Yang Fan’s plan, Nalan Qingcheng’s eyes lit up, and she understood, revealing a relaxed smile. Under Sadako’s bewildered gaze, Nalan Qingcheng dragged a roll of plastic tubing lying in the corner, connected it to a nearby faucet, and pulled it all the way to the side room door.

“OK!”

Nalan Qingcheng gave Yang Fan a ready signal as he walked to the faucet, and Yang Fan quickly turned on the faucet in response.

The powerful water flow, tightly fitted to the faucet in the hose, surged forward, heading straight for the direction Nalan Qingcheng was pointing.

The hose was thirty meters long, and the initial speed of the water flow decreased significantly over the long distance, reaching a considerably low level by the time it exited the hose. However, this speed was exactly what Nalan Qingcheng needed.

She manipulated the water flow to wet the ground, then used her special ability to prevent the water from seeping downwards, instead making it flow along the ground as if it had gained life, meandering like a snake.

To better control the water flow, Nalan Qingcheng quickly closed her eyes, achieving a higher degree of harmony between her mind and the water. Thus, the water flow, which had been clumsy like a newborn infant, rapidly matured like a fully grown young man, silently and powerfully seeping through the cracks in the door and flowing into the side room.

Once inside the side room, the water flow, which had been clustered together, split into five streams according to the number of people inside, each flowing towards an empty area. Of the five people in the side room, two were standing, one leaning against the door with a lazy smile, and the other standing with his legs spread wide and fists clenched behind his back, looking quite serious. The three sitting men were pointing at the eighteen surveillance cameras hanging on the floor, talking and writing something.

The images on the monitors were exactly the restricted content being filmed in the six rooms next door; the eighteen monitors were monitoring them from the front, back, and above.

"They really are from the porn studio, tsk tsk, look at this flirtatiousness, it's incredibly alluring!"

One of the sitting men, a bearded man, praised one of the images repeatedly.

The other two, as if to join in the fun, also glanced at it a few more times, praising it as well.

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Second Brother's sharp eyes. If you hadn't gone against everyone's advice and engaged in this resource exchange with Japan, we wouldn't be enjoying such good stuff!"

"That's right, we're already tired of domestic products. This Japanese woman's moans are so much more exciting, so incredibly satisfying! It's so pleasurable!"

When Nalan Qingcheng manipulated the water flow, she could use the vibrations of sound waves and the refraction of light to recreate a four-dimensional image (three-dimensional image and sound) of the surrounding area in her mind. If needed, she could even control the water flow to create a mirror image and then play the images stored in her mind within that image.

Originally, she wanted to create a mirror image so that Yang Fan could also see the situation in this side room. She didn't expect that the people in this room were all so despicable, and judging from their tone, it seemed that they specifically transported women from China to Japan, and then brought some people from Japan to Hong Kong. This kind of behavior was simply a new era of slave trading!

One can imagine what fate awaits women transported abroad. For someone like the Emperor, using them as tools to make money from pornography is actually considered relatively good; at least their physical health and mental well-being are guaranteed for the sake of filming. If they were sold into specialized BDSM venues, their fate would be incredibly tragic!

Thinking of this, Nalan Qingcheng's anger flared instantly. She had originally intended to slowly manipulate the water flow to deal with the five people in the room, but provoked by their words, she simply controlled the water flow to reach the designated location like an arrow.

"What is that?"

The first to notice the abnormality wasn't the burly man with his hands behind his back, looking like a professional bodyguard, but rather a guy lounging casually by the door.

"What is that? Ah..."

One of the three sitting was about to scold him for making a fuss when he felt two snake-like objects coil around his legs from the chair's base, quickly binding them. The cold yet supple sensation, like being coiled by a snake, made him involuntarily scream…

Chapter 566 [A Long-Awaited Feeling]

“Snake! Snake!”

Following closely behind, the other four were also bound by the water manipulated by Nalan Qingcheng. Only the one who first noticed the anomaly remained unusually calm and said to the others, “This thing is strange. It looks like it’s made of water! Everyone, quickly throw whatever you can burn into the middle, let’s light it and see. If it really is made of water, we can use fire to evaporate it!”

The other four were completely at a loss at this point. Hearing someone propose a plan that seemed feasible, they immediately nodded in agreement without hesitation.

“Good! Good! Good! Little Seven, if we get rescued this time, I will definitely recommend you to the boss and make you the top dog in Wan Chai!”

The bearded man, known as Second Brother, made him a promise without reservation.

Xiao Qi's spirits lifted upon hearing this. He had long coveted Wan Chai's territory. Ever since Red Eyes was arrested, Emperor Huang had lacked a powerful leader in Wan Chai. If he could get his second brother's support, perhaps he could really become the boss of Wan Chai!

"Thank you for your help, second brother!"

Xiao Qi thanked him twice and quickly threw all the flammable things around him near the center of the five people. It was clear that he was quite skilled, throwing them with great precision. Moreover, unlike the others who were pulled around unsteadily by the force of the water after their legs were bound,

he not only managed to stand firm but also used his own strength to resist the water manipulated by Nalan Qingcheng, managing to move a few steps to the side. Seeing this, the others, including Xiao Qi who had already broken free, hurriedly cried for help: "Xiao Qi! Come save me! If you get me out of here, I'll definitely put in a good word for you at the Red Man's Club!"

Another said, "Xiao Qi, save me first. If I can get out, I'll give you a share of the Southeast Asian bootleg revenue!"

The second brother, however, remained calm, not saying anything, but just staring at Xiao Qi.

After being teased by the three of them, Xiao Qi had to suffer in silence, cursing himself inwardly: Why did I have to show off? Like I'm the only one who can do it! Now, he was in trouble, even though

he wasn't free yet, and three bosses were all begging for his help. Anyone in the underworld knows that being praised by a boss isn't necessarily a good thing, but being begged by a boss is definitely not a good thing! Even if the promised benefits could be fulfilled, whether the underling would live to enjoy them was a big question mark!

"Hmph!"

Nalan Qingcheng, who was standing outside trying to control the water flow, heard the conversation inside and couldn't help but grunt. She gestured to Yang Fan to increase the water flow.

Soon, the faucet that Yang Fan had turned off, thinking it was enough, was suddenly turned up to its maximum. Nalan Qingcheng focused her mind and cut off the water flow at the fork, letting the remaining small streams continue to entangle the five people in the room. The other large streams split into five smaller streams, forming pocket-like objects that suddenly covered the heads of the five people.

Of the five, only Xiao Qi noticed the unusual sight near the door, thus managing to dodge the strange object that suddenly fell from the ground. The other four weren't so lucky; with the water bag over their heads, they immediately struggled to breathe.

Due to lack of oxygen, their faces quickly turned red. They had been throwing flammable materials into the middle, but now they panicked, frantically scratching at their leader. However, this water-based object was more slippery than glass, offering no foothold, and they couldn't remove it from their heads no matter what they did.

Seeing the situation was dire, Xiao Qi, without thinking, pulled out a lighter from her pocket, lit it, and threw it. With a

"whoosh!"

, another water ball split from the stream, heading straight for the lighter. If it hit, all of Xiao Qi's hopes would vanish.

"No!"

Xiao Qi shouted, glancing out of the corner of his eye. With a determined look, he punched the side, sending the potted plant, unable to withstand the impact, crashing to the side. It fell in the direction the water sphere was heading.

"Huh?"

Nalan Qingcheng hadn't expected Xiao Qi to be so troublesome. She decided to ignore him for now, intending to finish off the others first before dealing with him.

"Ugh...gurgle..." The four people encased in the water sacs clutched their throats, trying to breathe, while gesturing frantically to Xiao Qi, hoping he would rush to their rescue. Little did they know that Xiao Qi was already struggling to survive; how could he possibly save them?

Suffocation was perhaps the most painful punishment. Hanging and strangulation were both methods of suffocation. However, compared to strangulation, hanging might be considered slightly more humane,

as it usually used a rope, while strangulation used a bowstring! Moreover, it wasn't a sudden strangulation; instead, the bowstring was placed forward around the victim's neck, and the executioner would slowly lower the bowstring from behind, causing the victim to die from oxygen deprivation.

It's said that a later dynasty took this method of suffocation to its extreme, inventing a form of torture where paper was pasted onto the victim's face, layer upon layer, until the victim suffocated. This special paper, soaked in water, would adhere firmly to the face, forcing the victim to exert all their strength to breathe, requiring every organ capable of inhaling oxygen to function at full power.

The agony of desperately struggling for even a sliver of hope, only to watch helplessly as that hope was smothered by layer upon layer of thin paper, is chilling just to imagine.

While Nalan Qingcheng's water bag wasn't quite as extreme, its effect on ordinary people was comparable. This was because the water bag wasn't pressed tightly against their faces. Otherwise, the effect wouldn't be suffocation, but drowning.

The water bags she created, like helmets, shone over the heads of the four people inside, thus retaining some air and preventing them from dying immediately. However, the pain of helplessly awaiting death seemed far more agonizing than dying instantly.

So, the four struggled desperately, uttering incessant, desperate cries. But these sounds, passing through the water bags, all underwent some mutation, becoming indistinct and incomprehensible.

Perhaps the leaders' suffering stimulated Xiao Qi, causing his inner fear or some other reason to unleash immense potential, allowing him to break free from the water's restraints while Nalan Qingcheng was fully engaged in fighting the four.

"A life of ease is indeed a warrior's greatest enemy!"

Although Yang Fan was outside the room, he was fully aware of everything happening inside. The next moment, Yang Fan, supporting Sadako's arm, flashed to the doorway.

As he expected, Xiao Qi, having broken free of his restraints, didn't even muster the courage to fight Nalan Qingcheng head-on. Instead, he rushed out the door to fetch reinforcements.

Xiao Qi's thinking wasn't wrong. Faced with such a strange situation, his efforts alone weren't very effective. If he could get a few more people, perhaps the outcome would be different.

Xiao Qi kicked open the door and rushed out. The first thing he saw was Nalan Qingcheng with her eyes slightly closed. Although he was somewhat flustered, he managed to spare some attention to observe the unusual situation at Nalan Qingcheng's feet.

At Nalan Qingcheng's feet, a thin stream was slowly flowing around her. Such a bizarre phenomenon would probably cause panic in the eyes of others. But Xiao Qi was overjoyed to see this.

"So it's you!"

Xiao Qi shouted, his right hand pressing against his waist, pulling out a short knife about a foot long. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he grinned maliciously as he charged straight at Nalan Qingcheng.

Although he claimed to be charging straight at her, he was actually quite cautious. He subtly shifted his sleeves, revealing a glint of his blade, and as he reached Nalan Qingcheng, he forcefully swung his arm, retreating rapidly.

Xiao Qi had a good plan; he thought that this advance and retreat would allow him to test Nalan Qingcheng's strength, or at least give him a chance to escape unscathed if she attacked.

Unexpectedly, as he retreated, he casually glanced around, surveying possible escape routes, and saw Yang Fan standing smiling by the door. Upon seeing Yang Fan, Xiao Qi reacted as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes narrowing sharply. Forgetting all about Nalan Qingcheng's life or death, he excitedly lunged at Yang Fan.

"Huh?"

Perhaps sensing something amiss with Xiao Qi's expression, Yang Fan thoughtfully flicked his wrist, forcing Xiao Qi, who was charging forward with his blade, back several steps.

"The way this kid looks at me is like he's seeing a pile of gold. Could it be that the Emperor's Alliance is also involved with the Heroes' Alliance?"

Yang Fan carefully recalled the lists Pingjiang had left him, but couldn't find the name of the "Emperor's Alliance."

This brief delay gave Nalan Qingcheng the opportunity to deal with the four people inside the room and then protect herself.

"Swoosh!"

The hidden weapon flying towards Nalan Qingcheng slowed down rapidly, as if it had hit something, when it was less than three inches away from her, finally losing its momentum.

"Clang!"

It landed on the ground. Nalan Qingcheng opened her eyes, giving Yang Fan a grateful glance, but when she looked at Xiao Qi, her gaze turned icy, as if she were looking at a dead person.

Seeing that Nalan Qingcheng was no longer in danger, Yang Fan smiled slightly, and in a flash, he and Zhenzi returned to the center of the arena. Although he longed for blood, he couldn't muster any interest in dealing with these lowly henchmen who were no match for him. Since Nalan Qingcheng wanted to make a move, he simply granted her wish.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

Nalan Qingcheng manipulated the flowing water beneath her feet, splitting it into two streams that transformed into two rather convincing serpents, hissing and flicking their tongues as they slowly swam towards Xiao Qi.

In truth, Nalan Qingcheng didn't need to make such a fuss over a mere thug like Xiao Qi, but as mentioned before, she had been living a life of ease for too long, and her sense of self as an assassin had long since faded. Therefore, she had to spend a little more time getting used to it.

Xiao Qi glanced at Yang Fan with some resentment, his face full of regret. He hadn't even seen what Yang Fan had used to repel him after just one touch, but based on the feeling from that brief contact, he instinctively thought that Yang Fan might be hiding a steel rod in his sleeve.

It was precisely because of this flawed judgment that he looked at Yang Fan with the expression he had now. If he knew Yang Fan's true strength, he probably would have fled in panic long ago.

Facing an opponent like Nalan Qingcheng, Xiao Qi felt a little awkward, but not particularly afraid. In his eyes, Nalan Qingcheng's skill level was at most enough to trap him, and she couldn't do anything to him. It was this misjudgment that cost Xiao Qi his last chance to escape.

"Run? Why should I run?"

Xiao Qi pouted, baring his teeth at Nalan Qingcheng, trying to provoke her anger.

Sure enough, Nalan Qingcheng couldn't stand being provoked and immediately manipulated two water snakes to attack Xiao Qi. But Xiao Qi was prepared, pulling out a pistol from his waistband and firing three shots at Nalan Qingcheng.

Only one shot was aimed at Nalan Qingcheng herself; the other two were aimed directly at the two water snakes attacking Xiao Qi. Although she hadn't expected her opponent to dare to attack her at this time, Nalan Qingcheng remained calm. She hadn't been injured in the previous critical situation; now that she had plenty of time, why would she be intimidated by a bullet less than 600 meters long?

Nalan Qingcheng didn't even flinch, letting the water beneath her feet swirl slightly, splashing onto the incoming bullet. The bullet, as if manipulated by a nimble hand, veered 180 degrees and flew back at an even faster speed.

For Nalan Qingcheng, a weak opponent was perhaps a good thing. It gave her ample time to gradually regain her footing and practice her skills.

Before, when she first arrived, she had repeatedly wanted to spar with Yang Fan, but never found the opportunity. Later, for various reasons, the thought of competition faded. Aside from daily basic training, she had almost forgotten that she was once an assassin.

But now, everything was back!

As for the two bullets fired at the water snake, they didn't fare well either. Water is inherently soft; trying to overcome skill with brute force often requires several times, even ten times, more effort.

Unfortunately, Xiao Qi wasn't a particularly powerful individual, and naturally, she lacked any methods to overcome skill with brute force. So much so that the two bullets fired at the water snake became its fangs, held in its mouth, and flew back at him menacingly.

"Ah!" With a shrill scream, Xiao Qi, who had been ambitiously fantasizing about becoming the boss of Wan Chai not long ago, became a ghost with a trace of delusion.

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