[Fantasy] Cultivation and Desire for a Slave Wife (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter 567 [Chrysanthemum Membrane]

The shrill screams didn't disturb the people in the main room. It seemed that even if the sound were louder, it wouldn't attract their attention.

This was because these people were either distracted by the actress's screams or staring intently at her alluring body, their minds filled with lewd thoughts, making it impossible for them to hear the commotion outside. The only ones worth noticing were the people in the right-hand side room. Hearing the commotion, several men rushed out cursing.

"Damn it, in broad daylight, screaming like ghosts! Who was just making a funeral noise? Get out here!" Leading

the group was a strange man with a half-shaved head and half-length hair. Upon appearing, he unusually adopted his grand entrance, attempting to intimidate the crowd.

Perhaps it wasn't that this strange man with the shaved head wanted to intimidate, but rather that he was already used to being the center of attention at all times.

However, this time, the shaved-headed man was clearly going to be disappointed. His shouts went unnoticed by anyone present. Of course, "anyone" here refers to Yang Fan, Nalan Qingcheng, and Zhenzi. Because within Yin Yang Tou's line of sight, besides his men, the only living people present were the three of them.

"What are you doing here? What are you doing here? And who's that bastard pretending to be dead over there? Damn it, who's guarding the gate today? Why are all these Tom, Dick, and Harry here?"

Yin Yang Tou was clearly enjoying his cursing, hurling insults at everyone, from Nalan Qingcheng to Xiao Qi, whom Nalan Qingcheng had killed. Then he turned his ire on his men, becoming a veritable cannon fodder.

"Reporting, boss, I suspect these people are here to cause trouble! That bastard pretending to be dead on the ground might have been their informant, someone they used and then killed. That's why we heard someone scream just now. It must have been that informant, unwilling to be killed, so he sent us a message!"

One of Yin Yang Tou's men, who seemed quite shrewd, stepped forward and offered his guess based on the situation.

To be honest, his analysis actually made some sense, at least in Yin Yang Tou's mind.

"Bad Water Strong, you're something else! You truly are my strategist, at least thirty percent as smart as me. It must be just that, hahahahahaha!" Yin Yang Tou and his group talked amongst themselves, their arrogance reaching an outrageous level.

Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng exchanged a knowing smile, a signal to attack. Their division of labor remained the same as before: Nalan Qingcheng would take the lead, while Yang Fan would oversee the formation.

Given Yin Yang Tou's arrogance, Yang Fan had assumed he must have something to rely on, and that Nalan Qingcheng's battle would be difficult. However, he hadn't expected this guy to be a mere figurehead, his arrogance masking a weak and pathetic nature!

Nalan Qingcheng merely manipulated the water beneath her feet, turning it into mist that rose above her head, forming a phantom image of a tiger, its claws outstretched and mouth open in an attack stance. Several people, including the one with the yin-yang head, collapsed, wailing and crying.

"Sorcery! It must be sorcery!"

"Bullshit! It's clearly an illusion! I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!"

"Shit! That's just light shining on water vapor, a special phenomenon. You bunch of uncultured scoundrels!"

To Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng's surprise, everyone, including the one with the yin-yang head, had collapsed. The only one still standing was the one who had been spouting nonsensical reasoning, Huai Shuiqiang. Clearly, this guy not only loved reasoning but also loved using so-called scientific concepts to explain all the illogical phenomena he saw.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be explained by Western scientific concepts. Or perhaps, science, with its falsifiable laws of nature, simply cannot govern these phenomena. After all, science is not the whole world!

If a master scientist stood before Nalan Qingcheng, perhaps he would express his shock with a chorus of "Holy crap!"

However, the one standing before Nalan Qingcheng now, trying to explain this phenomenon, was not some master, perhaps not even close to the threshold of science, yet attempting to explain everything scientifically. Besides being laughable, it was also pathetic.

Ironically, someone like Huai Shui Qiang, in the eyes of some, actually held considerable prestige. Several thugs who had collapsed to the ground suddenly stood up and began discussing amongst themselves.

"That's right, what Huai Shui Qiang said actually makes some sense!"

"No wonder he's the most educated henchman in our gang; he's been studying abroad for years, his words are different!"

"Just kidding, I have a bachelor's degree from the University of England. We're a modern, cultured gangster; how can we be like ordinary gangsters?"

Huai Shui Qiang boasted arrogantly, but this violated the taboo of Yin Yang Tou. He scrambled to his feet and launched a vicious attack on Huai Shui Qiang.

"Damn it, so what if you're from Niujin University? I'm a graduate student from Jiancha University! How many times have I told you to be humble and not arrogant? Why don't you listen? Can't you survive without other people's screams?"

Huai Shuiqiang's face was swollen like a pig's head from being slapped, so he didn't dare express any different opinions. He could only bow repeatedly to Yin Yangtou: "Yes! Yes! Yes! Boss is right, we should be humble! Humility! Although we are educated, we can't be arrogant, we can't let others know we are educated." "Slap! Slap!"

Yin Yangtou was satisfied with the first few sentences and was about to praise Huai Shuiqiang, but the next few sentences made him feel uncomfortable. He slapped him twice more and cursed: "I just said you were smart, and you're making me lose face, aren't you? Are you stupid? We should just show that we're educated, why do we have to reveal our underworld nature? If we say we're underworld, will any girls still want to date us?"

The performance of Yin Yangtou, Huai Shuiqiang, and their gang left Nalan Qingcheng and Yang Fan dumbfounded. Thinking to himself, "Are these people really gangsters? Or are they actors from a drama troupe?"

Nalan Qingcheng couldn't stand it anymore and shouted angrily, "You bastards, shut up! I don't want to listen to your comedy. Get down on your knees and let me check if your hymens are torn or if they're weapons!" At first, Nalan Qingcheng shouted with great authority, but when she mentioned the extremely powerful weapon of "hymen," the gangsters were immediately terrified.

"Huh?"

"My god! I'm not gay!"

"From childhood to adulthood, I've never let anyone see my anus except my mother. Why should I let you check it?"

"We will fight to the end!"

Yang Fan looked at the crowd speechlessly: on one side was Nalan Qingcheng, who was embarrassed to face him for saying the wrong thing, and on the other side were the gang members who were clearly confused and didn't understand the situation.

"How can someone like this be involved in the underworld? Does Hong Kong really have no talent left? How come they're accepting just anyone?"

Yang Fan muttered to himself, but he couldn't tolerate the situation continuing to deteriorate. Since Nalan Qingcheng had given up on taking action, he decided to do it himself. He first killed the group of noisy thugs one by one, then forcibly dragged Yin Yang Tou and Huai Shui over, intending to question them.

"You two had better understand the situation. Don't make me waste any more time. If you answer readily, I'll let you go. If you stammer and don't tell the truth, I'll leave your anuses to this lady to deal with!"

Yang Fan's threat was extremely vicious. Not only would ordinary people find it unbearable, but even a prostitute would probably be terrified if he heard that his anus was to be opened for a woman.

Why? Is there even a question? Any woman interested in a man's anus is a super-powerful figure of immense power! They can always devise invincible techniques to obliterate the men they're interested in.

"Boss, ask away! Ask me whatever you want! Not just the Emperor, but the whole of Hong Kong knows that I, Bad Water Strong, am known as someone who knows half the heavens and all the earth!" Before Bad

Water Strong could finish his self-praise, Yin Yang Head stomped on his toe. He jumped and hopped around, clutching his leg, but dared not do anything to Yin Yang Head, only looking at him with a resentful and aggrieved expression.

Yin Yang Tou glanced disdainfully at Huai Shui Qiang, cursing under his breath, "Serves you right for being unlucky! How dare you steal the boss's thunder! You're asking for trouble! Damn it!"

"Have you two finished discussing this? Who's going to answer my question?"

Nalan Qingcheng, who was standing to the side pretending to repent, couldn't stand these two extremely verbose gangsters any longer. Her face darkened as she glared at Yin Yang Tou and Huai Shui Qiang.

"We've discussed it, young lady, please don't be impatient!"

Yin Yang Tou's sense of danger far surpassed his clumsy judgment. Before Nalan Qingcheng could erupt in anger, he used a humble attitude to gain her forgiveness.

Huai Shui Qiang stood to the side with his hands at his sides, looking at Yin Yang Tou with some admiration, thinking: He's definitely the boss; his grasp of danger is something I can't match. The word "Miss" was almost uttered, but he managed to change it to "Grandma." Yang Fan smiled, quite satisfied with Yin Yang Tou and Huai Shui Qiang's attitude. To make two grown men from the underworld act this way, Nalan Qingcheng was truly intimidating!

"Are there any other gangs managing you?"

Without the information from Pingjiang, Yang Fan might not have known that the Hong Kong underworld existed in such a strange structure: two sworn enemies who fought to the death, constantly vying for territory, could very well belong to the same boss, and this boss and a rival gangster they'd fight to the death might belong to the same organization. That's why Yang Fan asked this question.

Unexpectedly, Yin Yang Tou's previously humble expression changed slightly at this question, though briefly, it didn't escape the sharp eyes of Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng.

They exchanged a glance, and Nalan Qingcheng, who had initially been somewhat annoyed by Yang Fan's seemingly pointless questions, felt a strange excitement rising within her.

"What kind of gang would care about us? Gangs like ours that sell pornographic DVDs are not well-regarded!"

The actor with the shaved head was indeed excellent, quickly adjusting his facial expression to a look that was half ashamed and half dejected. If Nalan Qingcheng hadn't learned about the Emperor's numerous misdeeds through various channels, she might have actually been deceived.

Nevertheless, a question still arose in Nalan Qingcheng's mind: Could it be that I was mistaken just now?

The only one whose judgment wouldn't be swayed by lies and deception was Yang Fan. After his last ability upgrade, he was able to determine the other party's true thoughts to a certain extent by adjusting his mental frequency.

This ability was somewhat similar to Li Shuya's mind-reading ability, but also very different. Li Shuya's ability was still in its nascent stage of awakening, requiring physical contact to perceive it. Moreover, the information her brain received was very chaotic, and she might not necessarily get the information she wanted.

Yang Fan's ability is different. First, his perception range far surpasses mind-reading. Theoretically, this ability can even perceive the thoughts of a target within a 5,000-meter radius. However, in reality, it is affected by various factors such as the Earth's magnetic field, building obstructions, material interference, and efficiency attenuation.

Second, the information detected by Yang Fan's ability is often very close to the target's true psychological activity, and to some extent, it influences Yang Fan himself, causing him to make a judgment like, "This is my own thought." Unless someone has mental strength as strong as Yang Fan, it could even lead to a split personality in someone else!

Neither the most basic nor the most advanced mind-reading has this problem, because mind-reading is inherently a cold, detached observation ability that will never affect the user. In short, this is why mind-reading is superior to Yang Fan's ability to mimic mental frequencies.

"You're lying! It seems that unless I teach you a lesson, you'll never understand who you can only look up to from a 45-degree angle north!"

Yang Fan gave the yin-yang-headed man a cold smile. His teeth, which even gleamed slightly when he smiled, appeared chilling and terrifying to the man.

Soon, Nalan Qingcheng's preparations made the yin-yang-headed man realize that his smile wasn't just terrifying; it was the smile of a devil!

"No, I'll talk!"

Looking at the icicle that suddenly appeared before him, shaped like a small spiked club, the yin-yang-headed man had no doubt that this seemingly delicate and "cute" little thing would suddenly transform into a ferocious beast when attacking his chrysanthemum!

Chapter 568 [Tough Guy]

The quick and decisive surrender of Yin Yang Tou left Yang Fan feeling quite unsatisfied. He glanced at Yin Yang Tou with regret and said, "What a pity, I thought you were a tough guy!" Yin

Yang Tou wiped his forehead with his sleeve, completely lacking in decorum, and cursed Yang Fan fiercely in his heart: "Go to hell with tough guy, you're the tough guy, your whole family are tough guys! Damn it, you want to play with my ass? No way! I won't give you even the slightest chance!"

Yin Yang Tou's actual behavior, however, presented a very discordant side to his inner thoughts: "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm not a tough guy, I'm a coward. If there's anything I've done wrong, please forgive me!"

"Forgive me my ass, just say it, why all the rambling?"

Nalan Qingcheng was impatient again. After cursing Yin Yang Tou, she rolled her eyes at Yang Fan, as if to say: You're not much different, do you think maintaining the shape of an ice crystal is effortless or something?

The three states of water-based abilities are mist, water, and ice. Maintaining the water state requires the least effort, while the other two states undoubtedly require significantly more. Therefore, Nalan Qingcheng's complaint is understandable.

Yin Yang Tou felt a chill run down his spine and, not daring to waste words, quickly said, "This boss guessed correctly. Our Emperor's organization does indeed have a gang overseeing us. Our direct subordinate gang is Da Ma Huang Ye, but..."

"But what? Can't you just finish what you're saying?"

Yin Yang Tou was initially hesitant, wondering if he should reveal everything at once. Unexpectedly, Nalan Qingcheng didn't even give him a minute to think, directly placing the ice pillar under his buttocks.

Despite the two layers of fabric, the bone-chilling cold showed no sign of being blocked. For a moment, Yin Yang Tou felt his brain freeze.

“I suspect there are other syndicates managing the Malaysian Yellow Leaf (a euphemism for prostitution). If nothing unexpected happens, it should belong to the Red Fan Society, making it a branch of the sex industry!”

Faced with the potential threat of insult, the man with the yin-yang head answered the question with lightning speed, without the slightest pause, prompting Yang Fan to sigh involuntarily, “It seems every man is the same, used to penetration, not wanting to be penetrated…”

“Not necessarily,” Yang Fan added, “I’ve seen some cross-dressers and gay men who are quite used to being penetrated.”

He hadn’t expected Nalan Qingcheng to hear his quiet remark. If it had been any other remark in the same tone, she probably wouldn’t have heard it at all. This makes one marvel: people always seem to get a double dose of heightened hearing for things they’re interested in!

After asking a few more questions about the Yellow Leaf and Red Fan Society in Dama, Yang Fan led Sadako out, leaving Nalan Qingcheng to clean up the mess. Well, one can imagine how furious a woman would be after witnessing the filthy scenes in those six rooms.

"The show's over, shouldn't we come out now?"

Yang Fan led Sadako to the gatehouse near the entrance, gazing at the shadows of a building behind it, and said calmly.

Sadako stared wide-eyed curiously in that direction, but saw nothing unusual.

"Master, are you mistaken? I didn't see anything!"

After waiting a while, seeing no one emerge, Sadako finally couldn't help but speak.

Throughout the journey, she had maintained the image of a well-behaved child. The centuries-old family's training had undoubtedly been successful; they had successfully transformed Sadako into a virtuous woman excelling in every way. Like a woman from the Japanese Warring States period—someone whose only purpose was to be a "resource"!

But even livestock have the right to writhe. Sadako was, after all, a woman. She possessed an innate curiosity, and although she repeatedly suppressed it—even when faced with Nalan Qingcheng's incredibly magical abilities, she managed to hold back her screams—this suppression had its limits, and now, it had reached them!

Yang Fan smiled faintly, not forcing the Mino clan's demon to appear. Since it didn't want to show itself, so be it. Its purpose anyway was simply to act as a trigger, letting those monsters and demons of Fusang jump out on their own, saving him the trouble. If he couldn't handle it, the Guardian Dragon would certainly be happy to take over dealing with the Mino clan's demon, Yang Fan thought to himself.

The Mino clan's demon was covered in cold sweat, ashamed of his pathetic performance: "Damn it. Is this guy even human? If he is, how can his gaze be colder than the most ferocious beast?"

The Mino clan's demon was highly suspicious. Would today's experience become a persistent nightmare, relentlessly invading his dreams every midnight?

"I swear. I will never forget this feeling of humiliation!"

Minobe Goki forcefully slashed at the knife marks on his arm with his sword. It was as if, if he didn't do this, he would choose to forget that scene out of fear of that nightmare. ...

"Sadako, some things cannot be seen with the eyes. You must know that sometimes, the human heart can see through the essence better than the eyes!"

Yang Fan's words, full of philosophical reflection, gave Sadako a slight understanding, but she also found herself troubled to discover that she seemed to have fallen into another misconception: if the heart can see through the essence better, why do people always prefer to believe their eyes and not their hearts?

This question that tormented Sadako, even if Socrates were reborn or Plato were resurrected, probably could not give her a definitive explanation. Yes, why? Besides lamenting the complexity of human nature, what else can one do?

Not long after Yang Fan left the set with Sadako, Nalan Qingcheng, having dealt with all the problems, quickly caught up. She was clean, without even a drop of blood. However, anyone who had witnessed real killing could smell the unmistakable, strong stench of blood emanating from her.

Yang Fan stood on the sidewalk, frowning slightly as he looked at Nalan Qingcheng. "Ruyan, do you have any way to get rid of the blood smell on you? If we go to those gangs like this, we might be facing guns before we even get inside!"

Nalan Qingcheng blushed slightly. But her stubborn nature made her, even knowing she was wrong, still try to defend herself: "I was just worried you'd be getting impatient. What's so difficult about getting rid of the blood smell? Just watch!"

Under Yang Fan's gaze, Nalan Qingcheng indeed made a move. The first change was a faint red. If one didn't look closely, they would definitely mistake it for Nalan Qingcheng being shy.

Only someone as observant as Yang Fan would realize that the subtle red wasn't the normal red on the surface of her skin. It was... a faint, light pink mist!

That's right, a mist! A wisp of red mist tightly enveloped Nalan Qingcheng, clinging to her delicate skin. Besides its eerie color, this mist possessed another unsettling quality: a sweet, fishy smell! It was a difficult-to-describe odor; sweetness and fishiness were merely its outward manifestations. Even the slightest contact with this mist sent a chilling sensation coursing up from the tailbone to the back of the head!

This experience was so unpleasant that Sadako, initially curious, instantly transformed from a playful child into a docile cat after just one touch, clinging tightly to Yang Fan's clothes and hiding behind him, refusing to show herself again.

After observing for a moment, Yang Fan understood Nalan Qingcheng's intention. He knew she wanted to expel the murderous aura that had seeped into her body and merged with her blood to some extent. Although it would cause a slight loss of blood, this was insignificant for someone with water-based abilities like her. A little water essence would replenish her lost blood instantly.

"Do you have a way to shrink this red mist into a ball?"

Yang Fan pulled Nalan Qingcheng back to a secluded corner. He looked at the red mist that was gradually swelling around her, resembling a layer of red armor, and asked.

"Shrink into a ball? Do you want to keep it?"

Nalan Qingcheng was very interested in Yang Fan's suggestion. This wasn't the first time she'd tried to eliminate the smell of blood from her body. In the past, when missions were more intensive, she sometimes had to quickly transform from a cold-blooded assassin into an elegant young lady for the sake of the mission.

Drastic changes in demeanor could be concealed with small props, but the smell of blood couldn't be hidden! Those seemingly respectable figures, who didn't have a sordid, dark side? Their noses were even more sensitive to the smell of blood than sharks! If she wanted to maintain her image in front of them, simply using props to conceal it wasn't enough. She had to completely remove the smell of blood.

Having gone through countless attempts to remove the bloody smell from her body, Nalan Qingcheng was already extremely familiar with the procedures, even capable of creating various variations. Yang Fan's request was hardly a problem for her. If she wanted, she could not only condense it into a ball, but even condense the bloody aura into a bead of blood like a gemstone!

There was just one thing to note: the bead of bloody aura condensed from the bloody aura had to be stored at a low temperature, otherwise it would vaporize again!

Yang Fan nodded slightly, smiled, and said, "This red mist on your body finds me very interesting."

"Interesting?"

Nalan Qingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly somewhat displeased.

"Ahem..."

Realizing that he might have touched a nerve with this tough woman, Yang Fan shrugged and said, "Okay, I need to clarify that one of my research projects might use this!"

"What research? Can I participate?"

This was the first time Nalan Qingcheng had known that the bloody aura extracted from her body could have other uses. This made her uncontrollably excited. You see, she used to leave these things lying around carelessly, never caring about their other uses.

"You might be interested in some drug research. If you'd like to join, I'd be very happy to!"

Yang Fan was also somewhat excited. What if… just what if… what wondrous changes would occur if the pungent smell of blood were infused into a beautiful perfume?

At the same time, Nalan Qingcheng gathered all the red mist into a single drop of blood the size of a longan and handed it to Yang Fan: "Take it, what are we hesitating for? Let's hurry up and research the new perfume! By the way... this drop of blood can only be preserved at low temperatures; even prolonged contact with body heat will cause it to vaporize again!"

"What an impatient girl!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. He couldn't refuse Nalan Qingcheng's reasonable request. However, he could delay it a little.

"Have you forgotten that we still have things to do? The Yellow Leaf Society of Dama, the Red Fan Society, the Jiying Alliance—these organizations are all obstacles in our way! If we want to find Pingjiang, we must go through these local tyrants to have any chance of completing the task in the shortest possible time!"

Nalan Qingcheng's interest was interrupted. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "Why make it so complicated? Why not just drag those janitors from the Guardian Dragon to Hong Kong?"

Yang Fan glanced helplessly at Nalan Qingcheng and said, "Miss, do you think the Guardian Dragon is your family's property? You think they'll send as many people as you want? You think they'll come to Hong Kong whenever you want? You need to know that this is a crucial moment for them to deal with the Jingxia family and the Jingxia clan. Why would they spare any troops?"

Nalan Qingcheng pouted and retorted, "It's like you're always right. Let me ask you, who said that the Jingxia and Jingxia clans were putting on an act from the beginning, trying to mobilize the Guardian Dragon and create a power vacuum in Yanjing? Rather than letting them waste their time there, it's better to let them make a great contribution in Hong Kong!"

She spoke casually, but the listener took it to heart. Yang Fan's heart stirred, and he thought to himself: This seems to be a good idea. Relying on individual strength, they can only carry out decapitation tactics, but they can't control the overall situation. If things go wrong, they might end up benefiting others. Rather than letting the Guardian Dragons clean up the mess as originally planned, it would be better to... let them get involved sooner!

Using Nalan Qingcheng's suggestion as a starting point, Yang Fan had a better idea—a better way to relieve the pressure on the Guardian Dragons while simultaneously getting rid of the Inoue family's entanglement.

Yang Fan decided to create some big moves in Hong Kong to attract the attention of the two major Japanese families, then incite conflict between them and local gangs. When both sides were deeply mired in the conflict and unable to extricate themselves, the Guardian Dragons would then step in to resolve it—that was his entire plan.

If the plan succeeded, the Guardian Dragons would undoubtedly benefit the most, getting rid of the interference from the Japanese and weakening some of the Hong Kong gangs' influence to an acceptable low level. For Yang Fan, the only benefit might be... being able to leave for Japan when everyone else was too busy to pay attention!

Chapter 569 [Beginning the Move]

After returning to the hotel, Yang Fan and Nalan Qingcheng began to clearly divide the tasks, refining the plan and then contacting the Guardian Dragons and the Inoue family respectively.

Nalan Qingcheng's work was much easier. She only needed to explain her strength to the Guardian Dragon, and it was clear the other party wouldn't interfere. Yang Fan, however, encountered some trouble. Actively contacting the other party was obviously not the best strategy. Given the suspicious nature of the Japanese, they certainly wouldn't fall for it easily. A safer approach was to use the Mino clan's demon to send them a false message!

Getting the Mino clan's demon to cooperate willingly was impossible, so Yang Fan needed to find a way to convince him that the information he obtained was extremely important to his master!

There weren't many things that could attract the two major Japanese families to Hong Kong. Territory was the first thing Yang Fan ruled out. Given Hong Kong's international standing, many foreign gangs had tried to take advantage of it. But ultimately, their henchmen all fell on this land, becoming fertilizer for the land. To attract the two major Japanese families with territory, unless all the gangs in Hong Kong were wiped out, they wouldn't risk coming here so easily.

After careful consideration, Yang Fan realized that the only thing he could offer and control was the list he possessed…

If this list fell into the hands of a Hong Kong triad, and then leaked even a little information…

“Then those Japanese would swarm over like flies smelling excrement!”

Yang Fan didn't want to dampen Nalan Qingcheng's excitement. But her descriptions were simply too absurd. How could a girl be so fierce? She needed to be disciplined! She absolutely had to be disciplined!

He remembered that time when dealing with a leader of the Red Barbarian Society. He had the privilege of witnessing him and a Japanese woman engaging in acts that were both cruel and incredibly stimulating. Rope bondage, SM… and so on!

Just as Yang Fan's thoughts swirled around those wicked yet stimulating words, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"That Japanese person lives in the Sadako Clubhouse, and Inoshita Takehiko has close ties with the Shueisha people... If this isn't a coincidence, then doesn't it mean..."

"The Inoshita family and the other families aren't as we suspected. Is it just a superficial conflict, or a deep-seated, unspoken one?"

Nalan Qingcheng asked after listening to Yang Fan's account.

"Where there are entangled interests, there will naturally be conflicts! These suspicious points don't explain much, but... at certain times, they can be very useful!"

Because of this new discovery, Yang Fan knew that his plan had gained another layer of assurance!

In the eyes of assassins, anything that could lead to a loss of self-control, or even complete lapse, is something that must be rejected. Such as alcohol, sex, drugs, and gambling—opium, which can make people deeply addicted and unable to extricate themselves, is at the top of the list.

The Shueisha Alliance's methods for training assassins to resist these temptations are quite unique. To combat alcohol, they have special pills; just one in the mouth, and they can drink anything, even a pound or two of pure alcohol, let alone 50 or 60 proof liquor.

As for the methods of combating sexual desire, they are incredibly diverse, even more astonishing than those of professional AV companies. However, the benefits are obvious: having witnessed the depraved methods in the training camp, they can face missions, even those involving lustful traps, with composure.

Gambling is out of the question. In the Jiying Alliance, every assassin undergoes a period of specialized gambling training. While not every assassin is a gambling king or saint, they can handle most small-scale situations without issue.

The only problem that troubles the upper echelons of the Jiying Alliance is drugs. As assassins, they must maintain high concentration during every mission; no one can guarantee that they will survive the next mission, even if they succeed this one.

This leads to a problem: given the widespread mental stress among the assassins, the organization can only protect the core members from drug abuse. As for the other members, there's no way to guarantee their safety.

Therefore, ordinary methods are ineffective against an organization like the Jiying Alliance; only special methods can be effective…

After a temporary rest, the three of them entered one of the most turbulent periods in Hong Kong's history. Although the three of them hadn't personally experienced many of these events, they could glean the danger from mere snippets of information in newspapers and magazines, and from the intelligence network.

Prior to this, Yang Fan, without Sadako's knowledge, exploited her lack of vigilance from the Minobe's back demons, using her to leak a portion of the Shuei Alliance's list to him. This attracted numerous greedy individuals from Japan.

With the intervention of the Guardian Dragons, the involvement of the Japanese, and the desperate resistance of local Hong Kong gangs, this period would inevitably be recorded in history!

On this day, Yang Fan finally received news that the Guardian Dragons were en route to Hong Kong. He, along with Nalan Qingcheng and Sadako, rushed to the Wan Chai pier to welcome them. The Guardian Dragons were being led by a man named Ning Tianya.

To avoid attracting attention, the group guarding Tianlong Land had already dispersed and arrived in Hong Kong before Ning Tianya. Therefore, the group that Yang Fan greeted, including Ning Tianya, consisted of only five people in total.

After disembarking, Ning Tianya walked up to Nalan Qingcheng: "I knew it was you, little girl, who was up to this. So, how's it going? Have those Japanese devils arrived yet?"

Nalan Qingcheng smiled and said, "Didn't you follow them here? Why are you asking me instead?"

Ning Tianya snorted twice and said, "Those Japanese devils are too cunning. We only followed them halfway before they slipped out of our sight. So we can only ask you for information!"

Nalan Qingcheng suddenly realized, "I see. Luckily, I've been keeping an eye on that guy from Minobu, Goki. I know a little about this. These past two days, he's been frequently going in and out of the hotel. If I'm not mistaken, the Japanese have not only arrived in Hong Kong, but their numbers are probably quite large!"

Ning Tianya laughed upon hearing this, "You only know that their numbers are large, but how do you know that our numbers are insufficient?"

Having spent so much time with Ning Tianya, Nalan Qingcheng naturally knew his temperament. Hearing this, she didn't argue, but simply smiled, which was her answer.

Having picked up the Guardian Dragons, it was naturally inconvenient to return to their previous hotel. Fortunately, Yang Fan had anticipated this and booked a hotel in advance.

By the time the group arrived at the hotel, it was already dusk. Yang Fan intended to host a welcome dinner for Ning Tianya, but Ning Tianya declined with the words "business is important." After a quick dinner at the hotel, Ning Tianya immediately got to work.

His first task was to contact the Guardian Dragons members who had arrived in Hong Kong earlier. As advance team members, these individuals naturally had a mission. Long ago, the Guardian Dragons had established an intelligence network in Hong Kong through various connections. Today, this network had grown extensively, from a tender sprout to a towering tree.

After contacting all the arriving Guardian Dragons members, Ning Tianya breathed a slight sigh of relief. The situation in Hong Kong now was far different from before. To put it bluntly, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider it a powder keg ready to explode!

"Brother Yang, to be honest, if I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to fight this battle in Hong Kong!"

Ning Tianya's tone was heavy, and his expression was sorrowful. Having spent a day together, the two had become somewhat familiar, so Ning Tianya's address had become more casual.

Yang Fan's mind raced before he understood the meaning behind Ning Tianya's words. It wasn't that Ning Tianya, usually a straightforward and rough man, had suddenly become cunning. Rather, his considerations were completely different from Yang Fan's.

Ning Tianya was clearly worried that if the two major Japanese families and the local Hong Kong gangs clashed, it would severely impact Hong Kong's stability and prosperity, and could even cause widespread harm to innocent people.

"Brother Ning, don't worry about the past. It's unavoidable. If the same thing happened in Beijing, it would probably be even more serious!"

Yang Fan said. Ning Tianya could only nod with a wry smile, "Yes! If this happened in Yanjing, it would be much more serious! So many eyes are watching, and the slightest movement..."

At this point, it was truly impossible to continue the conversation. Anything involving politics becomes more repulsive than a filthy swamp, unless one is already accustomed to it.

Nalan Qingcheng changed the subject, clearing the air of unbearable awkwardness: "Captain Kuang, Adi, we've contacted the team members. Shouldn't we do something else?"

Hearing Nalan Qingcheng's subtly reproachful question, Ning Tianya smiled awkwardly and quickly replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes! We should make arrangements too!"

Yang Fan casually tossed a disk in front of Ning Tianya, saying, "The list inside is what the two major Japanese families desperately want. Which organization to put this in is entirely up to you. What I want is simply for you to help me find one person's whereabouts!"

It was fair; there was effort and reward. However, Yang Fan's blatant disregard for the Guardian Dragons greatly angered several members of the Guardian Dragons. If Ning Tianya hadn't been present, they probably would have immediately lashed out.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at Ning Tianya. Although Ning Tianya was straightforward, he wasn't a fool; he immediately saw through Yang Fan's signal. He smiled somewhat awkwardly and said meaningfully, "This situation is rather special. I don't have many men under my command, so I've drawn some helpers from other groups."

Oh, I see! Yang Fan suddenly realized. As a member of the Guardian Dragons, how could she not know what kind of people Ning Tianya had under her? Although they might not all share his temperament, they were all excellent soldiers, easily picked out. Resilient, loyal, obedient, valuing honor above all else, yet never doing anything superfluous. Sometimes, Nalan Qingcheng would envy Ning Tianya for having such a good group of subordinates.

Looking at the people around him, while not exactly arrogant, they were certainly blindly conceited, and their unpleasant tempers made them unpleasant to look at at first glance.

Finding the conversation unproductive, Yang Fan naturally had no interest in staying any longer. After exchanging a few more words with Ning Tianya, he got up to take his leave.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had Yang Fan's figure disappeared outside the door than a young man following Ning Tianya couldn't help but snort, saying, "Who's that guy? He acts like he's the boss, all high and mighty. I really want to punch him!"

Another man, however, knew Yang Fan's identity. He chuckled and looked at him, saying, "In Yanjing, there are at least eight or ten thousand people who want to beat him up, and he's still alive and well, isn't he? Kid, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't mess with him unless you're absolutely sure!"

The young man couldn't help but ask curiously, "Really, Brother Li? Does he have some kind of impressive background?"

The person being asked couldn't help but sigh and said, "You kid, don't you ever look at the files? Even if the core information about Yang Fan is locked, there are at least several drawers full of his peripheral information. Have you never even looked at them?"

The young man chuckled and said shamelessly, "With Brother Li here, why would I bother with all that?"

So, the following time became a time for several team members who were not originally in the same group to communicate. Yang Fan naturally didn't expect that he would unintentionally act as a lubricant!

Ning Tianya rushed back after seeing Yang Fan off. He naturally knew very well what kind of people these new bastards under his command were. He was naturally uneasy leaving these people in the hotel, and to his surprise, he overheard their unrestrained conversation as soon as he reached the door.

"How pathetic! They have no sense of secrecy whatsoever, and they're members of the Guardian Dragon too!"

Ning Tianya muttered to himself after listening for a while, but refrained from going in. He knew that a team could lack exceptionally talented members, but it absolutely couldn't lack teamwork. Since there was such a good opportunity to foster camaraderie among the team members, he had no reason to spoil the atmosphere.

Yang Fan and his two companions left the hotel, not rushing back to their lodgings. The forces of the two major Japanese families had arrived, as had the Guardian Dragon's forces. The coming days would undoubtedly be difficult for the Hong Kong underworld.

All they needed to do was wait. However, neither Yang Fan nor Nalan Qingcheng were the type to remain idle, so they needed some time to carefully consider the next period of time. Whether or not to intervene, and if so, to what extent.

It's important to understand that this move regarding Hong Kong is a crucial step in his upcoming plan. If he doesn't handle it well, his entire scheme will be jeopardized...

Chapter 570 [Ninja Sniper]

With a flick of her wrist, Nalan Qingcheng tossed a water ball she had been playing with for a while into the air. It silently shattered, dissipating into a fine mist that quietly dissipated.

Then she said, "In my opinion, we should wait until their top fighters arrive before intervening. Otherwise, bullying those small fry is incredibly boring!"

Nalan Qingcheng had gradually regained her former glory as one of the Seven Stars of Glory, and her slightly arrogant words were certainly well-founded.

Yang Fan smiled slightly upon hearing this. He said, "Who says otherwise? However, I believe the two major families of Fusang won't take this lightly and will definitely send many elites. If we eliminate these people, I think... it will be a huge blow to them!"

Nalan Qingcheng gave Yang Fan a knowing look and said, "In that case, it will be much easier for you to go to Fusang and cause trouble for the 'Yin Yang He Huan Sect,' right?"

Yang Fan simply smiled again and then looked towards the faintly visible sea in the distance. Living in Hong Kong is great; you can see the sea everywhere…

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. A behemoth like the Jiying Alliance, standing strong for a century, is not something Yang Fan believes will be easy to deal with, even if it's just a branch.

Fighting an entire organization with one's own strength is normally an impossible task, but when a series of coincidences combine to create favorable conditions, the completion of this task becomes inevitable.

The primary problem facing Yang Fan now is to eliminate the core members of the Jiying Alliance. As long as he gets rid of some die-hards who strictly adhere to the organization's rules and are single-mindedly opposed to him, the alliance will naturally crumble, and he will no longer need to worry about the Jiying Alliance.

“Qingcheng, protect Zhenzi, I'll go check on her!”

Yang Fan, who had been gazing thoughtfully at the sea, suddenly nudged Nalan Qingcheng, causing her to stumble.

Nalan Qingcheng was a little annoyed by this sudden turn of events, but when she glanced at Yang Fan's expression, she knew he wasn't joking.

Understandingly, she nodded and pulled Zhenzi to hide behind a wall, whispering to Yang Fan, "Be careful! If you need my help, don't try to handle it yourself. You know, here, I can unleash two hundred percent of my strength!"

Nalan Qingcheng was right. The three of them had walked along the alley and unknowingly arrived at the seaside, where lush vegetation had indeed enhanced her strength. Yang Fan nodded slightly

, then leaped onto the parapet, using the chains connecting it to move quickly westward. His destination was a small passenger terminal, long past closing time, and deserted.

As he leaped forward, Yang Fan suddenly felt a chill on his skin, as if something bad was about to happen. Without thinking, he landed with a powerful downward throw. Even so, he still felt uneasy. Without giving it much thought, he leaned back and executed a backbend.

With a soft "whoosh," two armor-piercing bullets, glowing blue, flew past his chest where he had previously stood, gliding into the distance.

"Damn it! Another sniper!"

For a close-quarters combat expert like Yang Fan, the worst enemy was a sniper lurking in the shadows. Yang Fan was somewhat better; his body always reacted faster than his brain to dodge. Anyone else, no matter how good their reflexes, would already be dead.

"I can't give him another chance to fire!"

Yang Fan suddenly increased his speed, flashing several times and quickly closing in on the passenger terminal.

The two best shots missed Yang Fan. The sniper, hiding in the shadows, seemed to have given up, vanishing without a trace.

Yang Fan followed the cover to the passenger terminal. Instead of rushing out to force the enemy to reveal themselves, he circled the terminal. Aside from the rippling water near the dock, suggesting a sniper had submerged and escaped, he couldn't find a single person.

"My intuition is right, this person should still be nearby! But how can his camouflage be so good? He hasn't left a trace!"

Yang Fan secretly admired the enemy while cautiously activating half of his mental vision, turning only one eye pale gold while the other vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

While mental vision could reveal things invisible to ordinary users—better than thermal imaging—it inevitably affected his physical reactions. Against close-combat experts, Yang Fan could afford to be a little more cautious, but against a sniper who killed silently, doing so would be suicidal. He

started with the most suitable sniping spot. Yang Fan's gaze swept over the tallest and second-tallest buildings on the dock, but he still couldn't find anything further.

Just then, another wave of palpitations washed over him. Without thinking, Yang Fan rolled away, only to hear another "whoosh." This time, the armor-piercing bullet grazed less than an inch from his ear. The heat from the friction between the bullet and the air scorched a tuft of hair on Yang Fan's head. Beads of

cold sweat poured down Yang Fan's back. This damned opponent was truly cunning! While astonished by his opponent's skill, Yang Fan also noticed a clue in this attack.

It was thanks to Yang Fan's mental vision that he had the opportunity to track the trajectory of the bullet. Although he didn't know what method his opponent had used to conceal their movements, the trajectory of their bullet was undeniable, even without sparks flying when they fired!

Subtly targeting the direction locked by his mental vision, Yang Fan fired a mental beam—a probing attack to determine the opponent's location.

Generally, snipers will choose a suitable sniping position and hold it, unless they encounter another sniper, in which case they will consider firing and moving. Yang Fan's choice was correct; his mental energy ray struck directly above the sea. A muffled groan

was heard

, followed by a sudden burst of blood that quickly spread through the air, staining a previously empty spot with a small patch resembling a human body part.

"Good heavens! Really cunning!"

Yang Fan looked closely and realized that the enemy's location was actually the very spot he had initially ruled out as a decoy... the spot where the water was slightly rippling!

In a flash, to avoid being harmed, Yang Fan, having confirmed the enemy's location, appeared around them at top speed, giving them no chance to retaliate, and dismembered their limbs in the shortest possible time.

Then he grabbed at them, trying to drag them to the dock.

Unexpectedly, this grab failed. Yang Fan, however, had already missed his chance to fall into the sea. He lightly touched the surface of the water, then, using the hidden force beneath his feet and the repulsive force of the water, he managed a leap onto the breakwater. He then surveyed the sniper's surroundings once more.

After careful observation, Yang Fan realized that the sniper had used two extremely thin silver wires, fixed to the dock around his position, to maintain his levitation above the sea. This cunning, combined with his unique stealth techniques and superb sniping skills… just thinking about it sent a chill down Yang Fan's spine.

"I truly underestimated the heroes of the world!"

Since arriving in Yanjing, Yang Fan had enjoyed smooth sailing, encountering almost no worthy opponents. Most of the time, he was simply playing around with adversaries who posed no real threat. If there was any real danger, it was only the assassins sent by the Jiying Alliance who could be considered significant, and he had rapidly grown stronger through repeated battles with them.

After being struck in the shoulder blade by Yang Fan's mental energy ray and having his limbs dislocated, the man's invisibility was finally broken, revealing his true form.

"It's a ninja!"

The man's blue ninja attire made Yang Fan frown. If he were an assassin from the Jiying Alliance, Yang Fan could understand, but the fact that he was a ninja made him suspicious.

"Could it be... that the two Fusang clans have become so powerful?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but wonder if the two Mino clan ninjas' previous performances had been a deliberate show of weakness. Otherwise, why hadn't he noticed the man's invisibility this time? Even with the aid of his upgraded mental vision, he still couldn't find any trace of the other party!

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Time was limited, and Yang Fan didn't have time to interrogate him slowly. The reason he was asking this was just to create a false impression, fearing that there were still enemies lurking around.

Sure enough, the ninja just glared fiercely at Yang Fan without saying a word. Yang Fan sneered inwardly; he hadn't expected to get anything out of the other party anyway. He put his index and middle fingers together and flicked out a wisp of mental energy, aiming straight for the other party's forehead. He asked again, "My patience is limited, so don't be stubborn!"

"It really is a ninja from the Mino tribe! Good heavens, they've finally decided to send a Heavenly Ninja to make a move?"

Yang Fan's mental probing was quite fruitful; he only made the ninja slightly dizzy for a moment before obtaining several key pieces of information that he desperately needed.

"Since you won't talk, then don't talk at all!"

Yang Fan had no interest in exchanging more with this die-hard. His only regret was that he couldn't glean the secret of his invisibility from the other's memories.

"Damn it!"

Just as Yang Fan gripped the ninja's throat, ready to send him to his death, someone jumped out, trying to stop him.

"Finally out, huh?"

Yang Fan smiled, but his hand mercilessly crushed the man's throat. He was joking; an invisible long-range sniper! He was lucky this time, dodging the sniper's attack. Who knew if he'd be so lucky next time? Yang Fan's consistent philosophy regarding those who might threaten his life was: better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!

"You… how could you do this?"

The man who jumped out stared at Yang Fan with a grim expression, his eyes flashing with undisguised killing intent.

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Minobe Goki? What brings you here to relax?"

Yang Fan spoke casually, but inwardly he was alarmed: "Judging from the situation, he's been following me the whole time. Could he be hiding his strength? Oh no! They must have sent another ninja of the Heavenly Ninja level to follow me, and then contact me in some way I don't know, keeping me in check!"

Minobe Goki snorted and said coldly, "Mr. Qin, we've already investigated thoroughly. You're not Abe no Osamu at all, but a shareholder of Lilan Perfume. Am I right?"

Yang Fan shrugged and smiled, "I've never said I was Abe no Osamu, nor have I introduced myself to you. What can I do if you misunderstand?"

Minobe Goki glared at Yang Fan angrily, speechless for a long time: "You...you shameless!"

The truth was just as Yang Fan said; he had never openly admitted to being Abe no Osamu.

"Shameless?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but sneer. "If this counts as shameless, then, Mr. Ninja, could you tell me what you mean by following me around, occasionally pulling off some underhanded tricks, and now sending someone to assassinate me?"

"This..."

Minobe Goki was just a combat ninja, not a sharp-tongued diplomat. Faced with Yang Fan's accusations, he was momentarily speechless and couldn't find any excuse to refute him.

"Forget it, we've already torn off the mask. If we meet again, we'll be enemies. There's no need for us to explain the cause and effect. But I'm curious, since you've already decided to tear off the mask, why did you jump out and tell me to stop? This behavior seems a bit... well..."

Although Yang Fan was negotiating with Minobe Goki and appeared relaxed on the surface, every nerve in his body was in optimal condition. He could react immediately to any slight movement around him.

He refused to believe that the other side, having sent assassins to deal with him, had only deployed the sniper and the Minobe Goki as their main weapons. After all, from any perspective, the Minobe Goki was a terrible move!

After being mocked by Yang Fan, the Minobe Goki's face was like a spilled dye factory, flashing red and blue in turn before finally stopping.

He had his own bitter pill to swallow. The dead sniper was a top-tier sniper that the Minobe had spent a tremendous amount of money and fifteen years training. They had even gone so far as to place him under the wing of a mercenary group, subjecting him to various life-or-death trials, all to make him a true ace.

Chapter 571 [What a Pity]

He had survived countless hail of bullets and countless life-or-death struggles, but this time, he had lost his life here to help him. The Minobe Goki's heart was already filled with tears of regret.

According to the decision of the two major families in the mine, they did not intend to clash with Yang Fan for the time being. They brought their ace sniper only as a precaution.

Unexpectedly, Minobe Goki cleverly borrowed him under a pretext, fully believing that with the ace sniper Tianren's skills and chameleon-like stealth abilities, there was no way he wouldn't be able to take down Yang Fan.

He couldn't wait any longer! During his time in Hong Kong with Yang Fan, Minobe Goki hadn't slept well for a single night. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would dream of Minobe Maekawa's blood-smeared face. To avenge his son, he had no choice but to take the risk and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Yang Fan.

"Whether I advance or retreat, I'll die. I might as well die today!"

Minobe Goki gritted his teeth, his eyes growing increasingly crazed. He had no way out. The ace sniper had died at Yang Fan's hands because of his selfishness. Even if he had a thousand excuses, as long as the ninja knew, he still couldn't escape death.

"Ah! Hah!"

Minobe Goki didn't hesitate for long. He suddenly drew his katana from behind and slashed down at Yang Fan's head.

Those determined to die can always unleash power that ordinary people can't reach. If the person already possesses great strength, this amplification is naturally even more remarkable.

Yang Fan felt a cold wind on his body, and a white light instantly appeared before him. His eyes flashed slightly, and in a fraction of a second, he judged that he couldn't withstand this blow.

The distance between the two was too close, and the ninja's sword-drawing technique was quite effective. Thus, this blow put Yang Fan under pressure that made him feel like he could fight.

A gleam of excitement flashed across Yang Fan's face as he dodged away, instantly reappearing in his original position. Unlike before, he now extended his arm lightly, his palm like a blade, striking directly at the ninja's grip on the sword. This retreat and advance skillfully deflected the force of Minobe Goki's katana. Had he not changed his stance and waited for the attack to wear off, he would likely have been immediately captured.

However, Minobe Goki had already resolved to die, caring little for whether the attack had worn off. He recklessly used all his strength to pull downwards, intending to inflict mutual damage. If Yang Fan didn't change his stance, while Yang Fan might have a chance to disarm the katana, Minobe Goki would also have a significant chance to injure Yang Fan's waist and abdomen.

"Well done!"

Yang Fan shouted softly, retracting his arm, leaning back, and using his waist and legs to spring his leg forward.

The technique, executed with perfect precision, wasted no strength. However, this time, his attack wasn't aimed at Minobe Goki's arm, but at his knee and ankle.

Dodging was too late, or perhaps Minobe Goki hadn't even considered dodging. With another shout, he neither dodged nor evaded, his arm retracting and then extending with even greater force, slashing down at Yang Fan's leg bone.

Fighting steel with flesh and blood was hardly a wise choice. Yang Fan slightly regretfully withdrew his leg, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and sprang into the air, launching another kick at the ninja's upper body. While seemingly targeting Minobe Goki's head, neck, and chest, the true focus of the attack was only on his head.

Unexpectedly, Minobe Goki's madness seemed limitless; risking death from Yang Fan's blow, he was determined to leave Yang Fan with an indelible mark. The ninja changed his slash into a sweeping motion, raising his katana to aim just three inches below Yang Fan's abdomen.

He wasn't afraid of the enemy's cunning, ruthlessness, or willingness to risk his life; what he feared was an enemy who didn't care about the cost, willing to fight to the death even if it only resulted in a minor injury!

"Truly troublesome!"

Yang Fan wasn't annoyed; on the contrary, he was quite pleased. Such a dangerous yet non-lethal opportunity was extremely rare. He could use this chance to practice his newly acquired understanding—perfect!

Focusing his mind on his dantian, his attacks slowed, and in an instant, Yang Fan found his optimal state. The true essence of Tai Chi was easily activated from within, and two faint wisps of mist emerged from between Yang Fan's palms, one white and one black, almost transparent. Even standing right in front of him, they would be easily overlooked without careful observation. Within these two wisps of mist, a lightning bolt, sharp as a sword, relentlessly pierced through the air. That lightning was none other than the supreme martial intent of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique! Minobe Goki suddenly felt his movements restricted. His previously effortless actions became blocked, as if he had been thrown from the shore into a swamp; every move was incredibly difficult. In this predicament, he constantly felt a deadly threat, as if he were being watched by a viper, a chill running through his body.

Despite this, Minobe Goki did not give up. His unwavering resolve had hardened his nerves, and his expected goal narrowed repeatedly. From initially killing Yang Fan, to severely injuring Yang Fan, then to harming Yang Fan, and finally to being willing to die just to bleed him a little. This psychological shift happened so rapidly that he had no time to think further.

And it was precisely because his goal was constantly narrowed that his confidence grew even stronger.

"Drink! Drink! Drink..."

Minobe Goki shouted incessantly, using every means at his disposal. All for the sake of settling a personal grudge.

With the true meaning of Tai Chi unleashed, Yang Fan had already transcended the self and the external world, unmoved by anything. Even if the Minobe Goki used a method of earth-shattering force, as long as it didn't endanger Yang Fan himself, it wouldn't pull him out of this state.

And in this state, even a master with the same overall strength as Yang Fan wouldn't be his match. Let alone a ninja of the Minobe Goki's caliber? ...

Meanwhile, Nalan Qingcheng, having been reminded by Yang Fan, pulled Sadako to hide behind a parapet. Then, she gestured towards the sea, summoning a water column as thick as a bucket, which, like a serpent, enveloped the two of them.

She shouted, "Transform!"

The water column split into eight, transforming into eight hexagonal prisms as thick as a child's arm. These prisms stood around the two of them, encircling them in the center.

Having used this technique, Nalan Qingcheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she gestured, and a ball of water appeared in her hand. After some condensation, it transformed into a water sphere only half the size of her palm.

In her hand, the water sphere was like clay, allowing her to knead and shape it at will. In just a moment, she had molded it into the shape of a white dove.

Then, Nalan Qingcheng extended a finger and lightly touched her brow. Qingmei clearly felt Nalan Qingcheng's body tremble slightly, and then saw a stream of light appear on her index finger.

The light was cyan, only a tiny wisp, and if one strained their eyes to see it, they could only see a blurry image. It was clearer than seeing it with a dazzling light.

Nalan Qingcheng touched the wisp of light on the forehead of the dove made of water. The dove seemed to come alive, flapping its wings twice and immediately taking flight. It hovered above Nalan Qingcheng's head, not going far.

Conjuring this white dove seemed simple, but in reality, it nearly exhausted Nalan Qingcheng's spiritual energy. Because of this, her current strength was less than half of what it was before. Fortunately, she was currently in the jungle, able to quickly recover using the boundless energy of nature. She was less likely to be taken advantage of.

"Go!"

After a brief moment of adjustment, Nalan Qingcheng drew a symbol in the air and pointed it in the direction Yang Fan had fled. The white dove transformed into a streak of light and vanished instantly into the horizon. The white dove

carried a wisp of divine thought that Nalan Qingcheng had taken from her brow; though small, it was enough for her to see things she couldn't see herself through the dove's eyes.

When Yang Fan encountered danger, Nalan Qingcheng panicked and almost rushed out of the array formed by eight hexagonal tree branches. At this moment, her strength hadn't fully recovered, and she was barely able to protect herself; taking Zhenzi with her would have made it difficult to predict what dangers they would face.

“Sister Qingcheng…”

At this crucial moment, Sadako suddenly tugged at Nalan Qingcheng’s sleeve, timidly gazing south. Nalan Qingcheng followed Sadako’s gaze, her eyes narrowing involuntarily, knowing she couldn’t leave anytime soon.

This suddenly appearing ninja was the last pawn that Mino clan’s Goki could hastily deploy. For revenge, he had even used himself as a pawn, so naturally he wouldn’t hold back any longer. He simply spent all his wealth, gaining the support of the clan elders in exchange for this earth ninja.

One heaven ninja was to ambush and assassinate Yang Fan, while another earth ninja was to ambush and capture Nalan Qingcheng and Sadako. If the heaven ninja’s assassination failed, they could use Nalan Qingcheng and Sadako to threaten Yang Fan. This was the entirety of Mino clan Goki’s plan. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. While heaven ninjas excelled at long-range sniping, they weren’t skilled in close combat.

If it had been a close-combat heaven ninja… If the ambush on Yang Fan failed, they could have engaged him in a prolonged fight. With the assistance of Minobe's Goki, they might be able to hold out until the local ninjas captured Nalan Qingcheng and Sadako. However…

Minobe's Goki couldn't defeat Yang Fan after a long battle. A wave of distracting thoughts washed over him, and a pang of regret arose. But the situation was now beyond his control; he had no way to escape the battle.

"Is this all you have?"

Having merged with the true essence of Tai Chi, Yang Fan searched his surroundings while simultaneously practicing his techniques. At this point, he was certain there was no one else around. He could control the Tai Chi intent at will. Keeping Minobe's Goki around would be of little use.

Minobe's Ghost felt a chill run down his spine. The next moment, he found himself dangling in mid-air, his neck tightening, and his head spinning slightly. Looking closely, he realized that Yang Fan had grabbed his throat and lifted him off the ground.

"Kill me... then kill me... I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Minobe's Ghost, his throat constricted, struggled to breathe, his words broken and incoherent. He couldn't make a sound at all.

"Eek~" Before Yang Fan could make a decision, a long, mournful cry of a bird suddenly rang out above him. He looked up and saw a white dove circling endlessly ten feet above his head. It seemed to be trying to convey a message to him.

Although the white dove contained Nalan Qingcheng's divine sense, its primary function was to expand her field of vision, not anything else. Naturally, it couldn't speak human language to explain the situation to Yang Fan.

"Huh?"

Yang Fan focused his eyes and, looking at the white dove again, noticed something different. Although the white dove appeared to be alive, under Yang Fan's divine eyes, its true form was revealed: merely a condensed ball of water. The only difference was a streak of blue light between its brows.

"Water ball? A mournful cry? Not good!"

Several keywords intertwined in Yang Fan's mind, finally forming a clear clue. He couldn't care less about the ghost of the Snoremen tribe; this person still had a use for him for now, so he had no choice but to break its limbs. He held it in his hand and quickly flew towards Nalan Qingcheng's location.

Seeing that Yang Fan understood its meaning, the white dove let out a joyful cry, spread its wings, and transformed into a streak of light, leading the way.

With the dove's guidance, Yang Fan didn't need to worry about going the wrong way; he only needed to follow. In no time, he arrived at the place where Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi were.

He saw that Nalan Qingcheng was pale, drenched in sweat, constantly drawing in seawater to condense it for protection. Then they attacked the eight hexagonal prisms to ensure their safety.

Outside the prisms, a ninja calmly wielded his katana, appearing and disappearing, sometimes east, sometimes west, occasionally slashing at one of the prisms.

Clearly, this ninja had seen through Nalan Qingcheng's true strength. He wasn't in a hurry to break through the prisms; a direct confrontation, simply attacking the prisms, would be enough to exhaust her.

The ninja's plan wasn't wrong, but unfortunately, he hadn't anticipated that Yang Fan would end the battle so quickly.

"Where is he?"

Hearing a heavy thud, the ninja unconsciously turned west, only to see Yang Fan casually tossing the Mino clan's demon at his feet, smiling at him. For a moment, the ninja was terrified, almost committing a clan expulsion and fleeing without a fight.

"Yah!"

Retreating without a fight was ultimately not a solution. Moreover, Minobe Goki was right under Yang Fan's feet, and the ninja couldn't possibly let his employer be in danger without offering help. He changed his target almost without hesitation, using all his strength to attack Yang Fan.

Compared to Minobe Goki, this Earth-rank ninja was significantly stronger. Moreover, also out of fear of Yang Fan's strength, he unleashed his full power, yet even so, he was no match for Yang Fan. However, Yang Fan was looking to hone his Tai Chi skills, and now that someone had delivered this opportunity, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it? ( Chapter 572 of

05-03 : [Major Changes in the Underworld]) Seeing Yang Fan fighting the ninja, Nalan Qingcheng, whose nerves had been stretched to the limit, breathed a sigh of relief. Exhausted, she collapsed to the ground. "Sister Qingcheng, are you alright?" Earlier, facing danger, Sadako had been suppressing her fear, not daring to cry and affect Nalan Qingcheng, fearing that she might become a burden to her. Seeing her collapse again, she didn't know what had happened, and with Yang Fan's appearance giving her support, she finally couldn't hold back her grievances any longer. Supporting Nalan Qingcheng, she cried out. Having entered the realm of Tai Chi True Meaning once more, Yang Fan was unmoved by external things and naturally unaffected by Zhenzi's cries. The little girl cried twice. Not seeing Yang Fan's comfort, she felt wronged and couldn't help but look at Nalan Qingcheng. She saw that although Nalan Qingcheng's face was pale, she managed a smile and stroked Zhenzi's hair, saying, "Zhenzi, be good, don't cry. Adi is still fighting. If it affects him, it won't be good." But Zhenzi tilted her head back confidently and said, "No way! Young Master is the best. Even if Zhenzi cries even harder, it won't affect him!" " Although she said this, Sadako stopped crying and only secretly observed the battle between Yang Fan and the ninja out of the corner of her eye. Ninjas are often not suited for head-on combat. If I have an overwhelming advantage in combat power, that's fine. But when my strength is far inferior to theirs, I'm just going to get thrashed. The ninja fighting Yang Fan was now regretting his overconfidence, regretting that he shouldn't have been so arrogant and left all the firearms that Minobe's Goki had prepared aside. If he had used the rocket launcher when attacking the protective circle created by Nalan Qingcheng..." I'm afraid the ending wouldn't be like this now... Even after Nalan Qingcheng regained her strength with the help of seawater, Yang Fan's battle wasn't over. Perhaps, it couldn't even be called a battle anymore. If teasing an ant with a straw stick counts as a battle... then perhaps his actions could be considered a battle. Fortunately, the ninja wasn't a samurai; otherwise, faced with such humiliation, he might have already chosen to die. But precisely because he wasn't a samurai, without completely losing hope, he dared not disobey his clan's rules and choose his own path. So... he could only accept his humiliating fate of being trampled upon. "Yang Fan, how long are you planning to play?" As the resistance weakened, Yang Fan had already withdrawn from the realm of Tai Chi True Intent. The reason he hadn't killed the ninja yet was simply because he hadn't had enough fun. "Fine, I'm done playing!" " With a reply, Yang Fan delivered a whip kick, grazing the ninja's Adam's apple and ending his life. The ninja mustered his last bit of strength, only managing a hoarse "crack, crack" sound, unable to utter a single last word. Walking up to Nalan Qingcheng, he saw her wave her hand at the eight hexagonal prisms, which instantly transformed into a pool of energy and vanished. "Tsk! Tsk! Looks pretty good. I wonder how strong its defense is!" Facing Yang Fan's curiosity, Nalan Qingcheng couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. She said, "It almost consumed half of my mental energy. How do you think its defense is?" Hearing Nalan Qingcheng's words, Yang Fan had a plan in mind. He said, "Very good. It can withstand about two of my full-force attacks." "You..." Before Nalan Qingcheng could roll her eyes at him again, Yang Fan quickly said, "You guys clean up the battlefield. I need to interrogate this guy properly, then hand him over to Ning Tianya!" With a legitimate reason , Nalan Qingcheng naturally couldn't say anything more. She let Yang Fan interrogate the Minobe Demon while she and Sadako cleaned up the mess. Actually, Sadako wasn't originally of much help. However, Yang Fan might use some scenes unsuitable for children during the interrogation, so Nalan Qingcheng had no choice but to bring her along. Fortunately, Yang Fan didn't spend much time getting the information he needed. He then knocked the Minobe Demon unconscious again and, with Nalan Qingcheng and Sadako, returned to a place not far from Ning Tianya's hotel, where he called him. Bringing a grown man to the hotel without being seen by so many people, Yang Fan naturally didn't know how professional Ning Tianya and his group were. So, after waiting a little while, he finally completely dumped the burden of the Minobe Demon on Ning Tianya.

For Yang Fan, the "Hanging Boots Ghost" who had followed him for some time was a burden, but for Captain Kuang, he was an ideal interrogation subject.

Before parting ways, Yang Fan gave Ning Tianya a few pieces of information he had extracted from the Mino tribe's back ghosts—information that was of little use to him but could prevent significant losses for the Guardian Dragons—before taking his leave.

A few days later, the Hong Kong underworld, which had maintained a semblance of peace due to a relative balance of power, was plunged into chaos once again. Unlike before, when it was due to territorial disputes, this chaos was caused by a legendary artifact that could supposedly grant someone a meteoric rise to power.

No one knew where the artifact came from; all that was known was that the first to learn of it was the Hong Kong's somewhat notorious Red Gate branch: Wo Shing Tong. Yet, this sizable organization in Hong Kong was completely wiped out within two days. Seventy-eight core members, including the gang leader, all died violent deaths. Hundreds of underlings were completely unaware of what had happened.

The second to receive the news was a larger gang of mainland thugs. The Bamboo Union's strength was at least equivalent to three times that of the Wo Shing Tong. Yet, this very gang offered little resistance and was completely overthrown, suffering a fate not much better than the Wo Shing Tong.

The third, the fourth… in less than two weeks, nearly a hundred gangs, large and small, in Hong Kong were wiped out, leaving at least 100,000 members bewildered. For a time, the entire city of Hong Kong was in chaos. However, this only strengthened everyone's belief in the power of the magical artifact. And so, the legend of the artifact grew ever more fantastical! All the police force in Hong Kong took to the streets to maintain order. They had to ensure that these gang members wouldn't cause trouble due to the collapse of their organizations.

Unlike the police, the remaining gang leaders weren't worried about the social chaos; they were more concerned about receiving that death warrant. So, they gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

A gathering of all the underworld forces in Hong Kong wasn't something just anyone could control. As a result, the first gathering ended in discord due to mutual dissatisfaction.

The Jiying Society remained silent at this gathering, allowing other gangs to vie for the so-called leadership positions, their true intentions unknown.

Before long, some gang leaders who had sworn never to attend again were dumbfounded. This time it happened even faster; in just three days, the remaining gangs had dwindled by a third. Now, the total number of gangs in Hong Kong was less than one hundred, with fewer than 150,000 members. And the Jiying Society accounted for nearly two-thirds of these!

At the second gathering, everyone looked at the leaders of the Red Fan Society and the Jiying Society with a strange gaze. No one suspected, not even members of their own gangs, that they were sabotaging them.

Who benefited most from this major reshuffling of the Hong Kong underworld? Anyone with eyes could see it.

The Jiying Society leader didn't seem to care much about the attitudes of the other gang leaders. Instead, they naturally took over power from other triad leaders. It could be said that this gathering essentially solidified the unified Hong Kong underworld.

Soon, with the stabilization of the Hong Kong underworld situation, they were able to retaliate when attacked again. The first to expose the enemy's true identity wasn't the Jiying Society, but a small triad called the Jingwu Association. Yet this small triad, with a mere fifteen men, left eighteen corpses of the enemy!

It was at this time that the vast majority of Hong Kong triad members realized that their long-time adversary was actually ninja!

Yes, ninja. Ninja vassals from the Inoshita family! The Inoshita family had Mino ninjas from Koga and Momochi ninjas from Iga. Their

failure to besiege the Jingwu Association was entirely accidental. One ninja, while infiltrating, accidentally stepped on a banana peel left behind by someone.

Thus, the unfortunate ninjas were forced to turn a stealth attack into a close-quarters battle. The result was predictable. What would happen if an ordinary ninja force, not composed of top-tier (or higher) ninjas, faced off against martial arts enthusiasts who practiced combat almost daily?

The Jingwu Association truly showed its mettle this time, not only identifying the enemy but also revealing their methods.

The gloom that had hung over every member of the Hong Kong underworld instantly dissipated. The enemy wasn't some terrifying creature seeking knowledge, but merely a Japanese monkey that could climb walls; with a little caution, they could easily eliminate it.

As the mindset of the Hong Kong underworld members shifted, the gains of the two major Japanese families diminished, while their losses mounted. In the end, Inoshita Takehiko was astonished to find that his available forces had been reduced to their limit!

He had brought so many men, yet less than a hundred remained, and most infuriatingly, ten Earth Ninjas had been lost! How could anyone tolerate this?

Since World War II, Japan, under pressure from both domestic and international forces, could no longer maintain a regular army. Forced to adopt a small-scale, elite military strategy to cope with the ever-changing domestic and international situation,

the ancient ninja clans, which had seized the opportunity of World War II to rapidly infiltrate the military and government, saw their power shrink dramatically. Furthermore, due to the easing of international tensions and the rapid rise of Japan's overall economic strength, many ninja clans disappeared from public view.

This was due to several factors: some clan members were drawn to the allure of worldly pleasures; others lacked government support and their own resources to sustain their existing size; still others suffered from a lack of faith, spiritual emptiness, and decadence among the younger generation, making them unable to inherit the ninja spirit.

In short, the reasons were multifaceted. The ninja, once shrouded in mystery and considered the pillar of Japan, vanished as a whole in the tides of history.

The once flourishing and diverse Japanese ninja community is now reduced to a handful of branches. Even the Koga school, which now attracts the attention of Japanese conglomerates, is now reduced to just the Momochi branch!

Before World War II, ninjas were traditionally divided into Jonin, Chunin, and Genin. Genin were the frontline soldiers, the actual ninjas charging into battle; Chunin were the squad commanders responsible for battlefield command. Of course, their own ninjutsu had to be excellent; and Jonin were the leaders, specializing in tactical planning. For a Jonin, excellent tactical skills were enough, even poor ninjutsu were acceptable.

After World War II, the traditional ninja force gradually declined, and the existing organizational structure no longer suited the situation. Everyone in a ninja village had to hone their ninjutsu and become proficient in assassination to survive. Therefore, in addition to the original three-tiered ninja system, a new three-tiered, seven-rank structure of Special, Earth, and Heaven ninjas was added.

Under these circumstances, many of the Genin and Chunin appearing to the world were deceptive. Their true skill level was probably equivalent to that of a reconnaissance officer in a Class C unit of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Jonin became the main fighting force of the ninja village, their level equivalent to that of reconnaissance personnel in the Chinese military, still quite a distance from elite special forces.

At the level of Jinin, it wasn't enough to simply have outstanding ninjutsu skills; at least one extraordinary ability was required. As for Jinin and Tennin, they were practically elusive figures. As for Shinnin, those powerful figures of the Hunyuan realm existed almost exclusively in legends.

Even with the years of accumulation by the Mino and Momochi ninja groups, they only had about thirty skilled individuals at the Jinin level or higher. Losing ten of them in a single operation against a gang in the small town of Hong Kong would drive anyone mad.

However, this madness not only brought no real benefit to the Mino and Momochi ninja teams, but also resulted in even greater casualties.

With the newly united Hong Kong underworld launching a powerful counterattack, the Minobu and Momochi ninja squads were reduced to a mere ten top-tier fighters!

When the news reached Inoshita Takehiko and Yun Yezhi, it caused an uproar. But after the initial shock, they couldn't think of a better solution. For a moment, the actual leaders of the two families were simultaneously speechless.

Compared to the ninja squad's devastation, the Hong Kong underworld's losses were also extremely severe. When the Japanese go berserk, they always manage to gain the upper hand, at least in terms of momentum, for a short time.

While most underworld figures are indeed desperate criminals, it depends on who they're risking their lives for. Facing ninjas—terrorists who could disappear at any moment and cause explosions—their fear was understandable.

The feelings were understandable, but… lives were also irretrievably lost!

Chapter 573 [Fortune Telling and Face Reading]

According to post-event statistics, even with the combined efforts of the Allied Forces, they didn't gain much of an advantage, and including themselves, they lost at least half of their core members!

At this time, the Guardian Dragons were still under Ning Tianya's strenuous suppression and had not yet intervened in the battle. Clearly, in Ning Tianya's heart, every Guardian Dragon warrior was precious to him, and he would do everything in his power to minimize losses.

On this day, Yang Fan brought Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi to Temple Street, known as the nightclub of the common people.

Temple Street is always busiest from evening onwards, when the roadside stalls begin to open. The stalls sell a wide variety of items, including men's clothing, handicrafts, tea sets, jade, antiques, and even inexpensive electronic products. Near the Tin Hau Temple, there are also many fortune telling and face reading stalls, and Cantonese opera performances.

This bustling scene, while making Yang Fan somewhat regretful, brought Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi an unexpected surprise. Girls naturally love shopping, and although this street didn't offer many women's items, they lingered there, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Among the stalls were various food vendors that made their mouths water and tempted them to devour their treats. How could they not be overjoyed?

Yang Fan hadn't anticipated that Temple Street would be so lively, which was why he arrived at dusk.

"Yang Fan, I want to eat this, that, this, and that!"

The dazzling array of snacks almost dazzled Nalan Qingcheng. As a girl, she had never experienced anything like this: strolling arm-in-arm with a man through the lively crowd on such a warm evening, a simple yet joyful stroll.

That subtle happiness was like the dew clinging to the branches of flowers in the morning—unremarkable, yet heartbreakingly beautiful.

Yang Fan gave a slightly helpless, wry smile, took out some change from his pocket, and bought two portions of snacks, one for Nalan Qingcheng and one for Zhenzi.

Nalan Qingcheng received the snacks from Yang Fan with a sweet expression, while Zhenzi was surprised and somewhat incredulous. Since learning Yang Fan's true identity, Zhenzi's self-esteem had plummeted. At least, under her family's upbringing, she didn't believe she would fare well with a Xia Guo man, no matter how charming she was; she lacked confidence.

However, Yang Fan's actions repeatedly overturned this perception. Perhaps it was precisely because she had never held any hope that… Zhenzi always received many times the reward of happiness from Yang Fan's gentleness.

In the past, behind the bustling Temple Street, there were always some discordant elements. Hong Kong had many triads, and many small gangs even belonged to the same branch. To protect their existing territories, as the sun sets, many young men with strangely dyed hair and dressed in bizarre clothes roam the streets.

Where there are thugs protecting territory, there are bound to be troublemakers. Conflicts often arise behind this bustling facade, leading to settlements in secluded spots, sometimes even escalating into street brawls.

Since the "Protecting the Dragon" plan was implemented, the ninja legion first struck unexpectedly, wiping out nearly a third of Hong Kong's triads. Then, both sides engaged in fierce fighting, employing various tactics in a life-or-death struggle.

Under these circumstances, many of the once-arrogant triad members fell silent. Some simply shed their black skin, found work, and settled down. Others lived in constant fear, hiding at home, afraid to go anywhere.

Regardless of the outcome, at least the nights in Hong Kong became much cleaner.

For Yang Fan and his companions, the most tangible benefit was that, despite walking for so long, they hadn't seen a single gangster-looking individual. Not only them, but even the snack vendors expressed their amazement at this phenomenon in their brief conversations.

Following the flow of people south, they bought many snacks along the way. Nalan Qingcheng, like any ordinary girl, had eyes bigger than her stomach. She would only eat a bite or half a bite of the snacks she bought before eyeing other things, turning around and handing her snacks to Yang Fan. As a result, more than half of the snacks ended up in Yang Fan's stomach.

When the three of them successfully bypassed the Tianhou Temple and arrived at the fortune-telling and palm-reading stalls along the south wall, they couldn't help but pat their round bellies and let out blissful groans.

Even the most delicious food, if eaten in excess, will cause discomfort. Yet, the various kinds of delicious food made it impossible not to eat them all. Ordinary people always live such ordinary lives, happy yet with a touch of discomfort.

"I observe that this friend has extraordinary bone structure and an exceptional appearance; he truly has a fine face. Would you like me to read his fortune?"

The three had just stopped near the south wall and hadn't even had a chance to carefully observe their surroundings when one of them squeezed forward to read Yang Fan's fortune.

"Of course, I'll read his fortune, but I think this friend should also have his divination done. I, the Iron-Mouthed Fortune Teller Lu, don't easily do fortune telling, but this friend has a bright light in his eyes and a righteous aura about him. I simply can't resist doing it!"

Before Yang Fan could agree, another person squeezed in to read his fortune.

How many of those who set up stalls near the south wall of the Tianhou Temple are dim-witted and slow-witted? Seeing these two eager to do business with Yang Fan, they immediately concluded that this person was either rich or noble, and doing business with him would save them at least ten days of stall work! The others squeezed in almost without thinking.

Yang Fan frowned slightly and gave Nalan Qingcheng a wink. His abilities lean towards attack and disruption; they're not particularly advantageous for defense or blocking.

Nalan Qingcheng nodded slightly, took Yang Fan's hand, and casually slipped it behind her back. She flicked her fingers, drawing a circle. Instantly, the people at the front, who were being pushed forward, stumbled back two steps as if shoved.

This collision didn't make the scene more chaotic, but it did sober up the impulsive charlatans. Setting up a fortune-telling stall wasn't an ordinary business. The more actively one tried to sell, the more suspicious people became. Even in Hong Kong, where many believe in gods and various religious beliefs coexist, it didn't mean people were stupid or rich. On the contrary, Hong Kong people are renowned for their intelligence and diligence.

So, the group of fortune tellers, realizing what was happening, suddenly regained their refined demeanor, strolling back to their stalls with a swaying gait.

Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. He looked up and saw that most of them had returned to their places, but two of them were standing beside him, staring at him with inscrutable expressions.

"Yang Fan, these two are the ones who first came to you to do business!"

Nalan Qingcheng giggled in Yang Fan's ear, clearly remembering their earlier words.

Yang Fan glared at Nalan Qingcheng with a wry smile, then carefully observed the two men beside him who were pretending to be experts. The first man, who offered to read his fortune, had deep-set eyes, a high nose, gray hair, slightly freckled skin, and a long , smooth, gray beard that he clearly groomed regularly. He appeared to be around sixty years old, but was in excellent health. The second man

, who offered to tell his fortune, had a wealthy and prosperous appearance. He had fair skin, no beard, and a gentle smile that was pleasing to the eye. He was also quite old, probably in his fifties.

After scrutinizing them for a while, Yang Fan couldn't discern anything unusual about them, so he chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I don't do fortune telling or face reading!"

Extraordinary people must do extraordinary things. In short, they needed to be unconventional to attract attention, and these two were clearly masters of this art. Seeing that their methods of attracting ordinary people were ineffective against Yang Fan, they immediately changed their strategy.

The man with deep-set eyes stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "When you first arrived, sir, you looked around with a hint of urgency. Are you looking for someone?"

The other man, with a wealthy appearance and a clean-shaven face, pulled out a fan from behind his back, opened it, and shook it. He smiled and said, "In my opinion, this gentleman is not only looking for someone, but also a man. Fortune telling and character analysis are my forte."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's body tensed slightly. He thought to himself: Sure enough, there are experts among the common people! They can see so much from such trivial details! After a few

moments of thought, Yang Fan decided that if he really wanted to find Pingjiang, he would have to rely on these two.

"Gentlemen, would it be alright if we spoke in private?" Having

made up his mind, Yang Fan extended an invitation to the two experts.

The man with deep-set eyes stroked his beard again, nodded slightly, and struck a very confident pose. The portly, white-faced, beardless man stepped forward, saying, "Hehe, from Hong Kong and Kowloon to Lamma, if you ask who knows the distribution of tea restaurants best, it's me, Lu Buzhi! Come! Come! Today, I'll take you to a good place!"

Yang Fan wasn't worried that these two would have any ulterior motives; he had already tested them beforehand. These two were at most physically strong, slightly stronger than the average elderly person, but didn't seem to possess any martial arts skills.

To be on the safe side, Yang Fan left Nalan Qingcheng there to wait for them, while he took Zhenzi and followed Lu Buzhi to the good place he mentioned.

Turning a corner and passing through a small alley, the four of them arrived at an area with fewer tall buildings. This wasn't the first time Yang Fan had seen such places; the location of the Emperor's Hall was also in this type of area with mostly old buildings.

From the rather talkative Lu Buzhi, Yang Fan learned that such places were not uncommon in Hong Kong. The reason these old buildings have been preserved is largely because the landowners don't want to change the status quo.

Entering the tea restaurant that Lu Buzhi had so strongly recommended, Yang Fan's simple yet tasteful decor easily caught his eye.

"Such good stuff, just leaving it like this, aren't you afraid it'll be stolen?"

Yang Fan glanced at a landscape painting on the wall, joking half-seriously.

The old man with deep-set eyes and Lu Buzhi's eyes lit up simultaneously. They exchanged a glance, and this time it was the old man with deep-set eyes who gestured for Yang Fan and Lu Buzhi to sit down. He then spoke, "Everyone calls me Blind Wei, but they don't know that I see things more clearly than anyone else. The moment I saw you, sir, I knew you must have some knowledge of the ancient artifacts of the Great Xia..."

Yang Fan frowned slightly upon hearing this and quickly interrupted Blind Wei, saying, "Old man, I think you've misunderstood. I don't know much about antiques and jade. If you were to discuss ancient music with me, I might know a little. Besides, the reason I came here with you two is indeed to find someone. If..."

Yang Fan didn't finish his sentence. However, the two people sitting in front of him were clearly shrewd and understood the meaning behind his words.

A deep regret flashed in Blind Wei's eyes, but he quickly composed himself. He said, "Just like Lu Buzhi said, if it's about finding someone, he's more skilled at it."

After saying this, he lowered his head and remained silent, as if the matter was no longer his concern.

Lu Buzhi maintained a smile throughout, even though his plans had fallen through. His expression remained unchanged. Instead, he asked a shop assistant for paper and pen, placing them in front of Yang Fan, saying, "Since that's the case, why don't you write down a character, sir? I'll offer my advice!"

Yang Fan, upon hearing this, couldn't help but feel suspicious. He had initially assumed that these two, who frequently set up their stall near the south wall of the Tianhou Temple, were extremely familiar with the surrounding area. He thought that if the person he was looking for appeared nearby, they wouldn't escape their notice. But their current attitude… made Yang Fan wonder if he had chosen the wrong person. Despite these thoughts, Yang Fan still wrote down the character "古" (gu).

Lu Buzhi glanced at the character "古" and pondered for a moment. He then said, “'Ancient' is inside 'solid.' Your character 'ancient' is written so elegantly and skillfully that your friend has clearly just escaped and is currently hiding in something.”

Before Yang Fan could express his surprise, Lu Buzhi added the character “人” (person) to the left of “ancient,” saying, “'Ancient' plus '人' is ‘估’ (estimate). '人' is to the left of 'ancient,' and '估' is also related to '贾' (merchant). Your friend's current identity is that of a merchant. You came from the north, and '人' is to the left of 'ancient,' so your friend must be from the east.”

Hearing Lu Buzhi's explanation, Yang Fan immediately stopped being surprised. He took Jingmei's hand and stood up. He pulled her behind him again, looking calmly at Lu Buzhi: "Gentlemen, since you've already seen through my intentions, why pretend to be mysterious? I suppose... my friend is already in your hands, isn't she?"

Lu Buzhi and Wei the Blind exchanged a glance and burst into laughter: "Haha... just kidding! Just kidding! Young friend Ping, why don't you come out?"

Chapter 574 [Purple Dragon]

Yang Fan heard this and couldn't help but turn around to look behind him, but he didn't dare to relax his guard at all. Even though he had already confirmed that Lu Buzhi and Wei the Blind were not a threat, he couldn't be sure that the two weren't bluffing him and had their target on Qingmei.

Unexpectedly, his worries were unnecessary. When he turned around, he saw a familiar person walking towards him from the house behind.

"Liu Rufeng?" The person who appeared in front of Yang Fan was none other than Liu Rufeng, who had parted ways with him after their separation at the Ancient Tomb! Back then, Yang Fan had given Liu Rufeng a piece of Blood Lotus Root, but they had separated because their paths diverged. To be honest, Yang Fan didn't have a bad impression of Liu Rufeng. Although she ultimately didn't join him, everyone has their own ambitions.

He had originally thought that the two wouldn't have any further connection, but this trip to Hong Kong made Yang Fan suddenly realize that she seemed to be from Hong Kong, and had considerable connections there. Moreover, Yang Fan might need her help on this trip to Hong Kong, which was why he thought of coming to see her. Unexpectedly, he actually ran into her! "You bastard, you're still alive!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan couldn't help but punch Liu Rufeng.

Liu Rufeng still stood there smiling quietly, looking like a well-mannered girl.

"Rufeng, and this young friend, would you like to sit down and talk?"

It was Lu Buzhi who invited them again, interrupting the somewhat sentimental reunion between Yang Fan and Liu Rufeng.

Years had passed since they parted, and things had changed without them realizing it. Looking back, many things made them feel sentimental. However, now was clearly not the right time to reminisce. Yang Fan could only choose some casual, unrelated greetings as an opening.

Liu Rufeng, being perceptive, responded with a couple of words before steer the conversation towards himself: "Brother Yang, my little shop looks pretty good, doesn't it? Speaking of which, I have to thank Uncle Lu and Uncle Wei for their help!"

Blind Wei seemed rather downcast, lacking even the most sincere insincere response. Lu Buzhi, on the other hand, was adept at social maneuvering, laughing heartily, "Not at all! Not at all! Ru Feng and I hit it

off immediately. Helping out with such a small favor is really nothing!" These two were worldly-wise and shrewd; they could easily tell that Yang Fan and Liu Ru Feng, having been separated for so long, had much to say. But these two deliberately played good cop and bad cop, stubbornly refusing to leave.

At first, Yang Fan didn't think much of it, but as the conversation flowed, Lu Buzhi kept intentionally or unintentionally steer the conversation towards antiques. He realized that if he didn't offer some small help, these two old guys probably wouldn't give up.

Sure enough, during a break in the conversation, Liu Rufeng pulled Yang Fan aside and explained with a wry smile, "Brother Yang, it's my fault, really. I asked them to keep an eye out for you. I knew that if you found out, you would definitely come looking for me. I couldn't show myself, so to avoid missing out, I asked them for help... and for that, I told a little lie...

" Yang Fan said speechlessly, "You didn't tell them I was some kind of antique appraisal master, did you?"

Liu Rufeng smiled awkwardly, "Brother Yang... I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. I never imagined that those two were such great collectors, with so many old things in their possession. You know, I'm not interested in those things, and I can't really tell good from bad. Sometimes when they asked me so many questions... I just blamed it on you... Anyway, I already told them back then that you were an expert in antique appraisal!"

Yang Fan pondered for a moment, then said, "It's not like there's no way..." Speaking

of methods, there really was one. Nalan Qingcheng's water-based ability, used for attack, might not be as powerful as a single hair of Yang Fan's mental ability. But if used for anything else, it was truly an exceptional talent, one in a million!

Hearing Yang Fan say he had a solution, Liu Rufeng was like a drowning man grasping at a straw. Before Yang Fan could finish speaking, he urged him to call Nalan Qingcheng.

Helpless, Yang Fan had no choice but to call Nalan Qingcheng. Because the road was difficult to find, Yang Fan even went to the alley entrance to pick up Nalan Qingcheng. When he returned to the small shop, he suddenly found it completely empty.

Not only were the two old men, Wei the Blind and Lu the Unknown, nowhere to be seen, but even Liu Rufeng and Zhenzi were gone!

"There were no signs of a struggle inside the house, and the arrangement of the tables and chairs was almost exactly the same as when I left. This shows that even if they didn't leave on their own, they were taken away by someone when they had no way to resist!"

After carefully observing the scene, Yang Fan came to this conclusion with certainty. Nalan

Qingcheng was here for the first time and was unfamiliar with the layout. Because of this unfamiliarity, her attention wasn't focused on the layout itself, but rather on her special ability to analyze the room's structure.

Using water-based abilities to analyze a room's structure sounds magical, but upon closer examination, it's perfectly logical. No matter how hidden a house is, with its secret rooms, hidden chambers, or basements, air circulation is unavoidable. Where there is air movement, there will inevitably be residual energy.

Because of the need for secrecy in secret rooms, hidden chambers, and basements, the moisture content per unit space must be greater than in normal spaces. This is because there is less air convection and less sunlight, making it easier for moisture to accumulate. Nalan Qingcheng was truly using her perfect control over water molecules to find the hidden forces.

"Yang Fan, look here!"

After careful comparison, Nalan Qingcheng noticed something amiss beneath a painting. Yang Fan recognized the painting immediately, and after a moment's thought, said, "I know this painting, but it seems to hang in this spot. How did it get here ?

" Yang Fan gestured between the location where Liu Rufeng had emerged and the current position of the scroll.

Nalan Qingcheng smiled slightly and said, "That's it! There's a mechanism under this painting!"

She pressed a button on a spot beneath the scroll that looked no different from the surrounding wall. A series of clicking sounds came from the wall, and it shifted along with the wall Yang Fan had pointed to.

"Back off!"

Without hesitation, Yang Fan dragged Nalan Qingcheng backward, cautiously observing the changes in the two walls.

Soon after, the two walls returned to normal. However, a dark doorway had appeared between them.

"I'll be in front, you stay behind. Take that emergency light and watch your step!"

Yang Fan quickly devised a plan and led Nalan Qingcheng into the hidden room.

Inside the doorway, a spiral staircase led downwards. The walls along the passageway were very smooth to the touch, clearly not from recent excavations. "

Yang Fan, do you think... this might be the headquarters of the Jiying Alliance...?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

This was precisely what Yang Fan feared, not allowing Nalan Qingcheng to speak further. "Liu Rufeng wouldn't lie to me, after all, I did Tian such a great favor!"

Nalan Qingcheng sighed softly and fell silent.

Yang Fan walked ahead, with Nalan Qingcheng providing emergency lighting behind them, so there was no fear of slipping. After walking for a while, feeling they were close to the second basement level, Yang Fan gestured to Nalan Qingcheng to turn off the emergency light.

"Further down, we might encounter enemies. If a fight breaks out, I'll handle the enemies; you just need to retrieve Sadako!" Yang

Fan still felt somewhat guilty towards Sadako. Although she was from Japan, since she came into his life, he hadn't given her a single day of peace, and she had almost never been free from fear. Now, things were even worse; she had been kidnapped!

Despite his reluctance to admit it, Yang Fan had a sliver of understanding in his heart: if anyone could make Liu Rufeng obediently submit, besides the experts of the Jiying Alliance, there were very few!

After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Yang Fan continued walking ahead. The two of them proceeded in the dark for a while before they heard people talking below. Yang Fan tugged at Nalan Qingcheng, signaling her to stop. The two of them held their breath and listened quietly to the people below.

"Liu Rufeng, what are you still hesitating about? You know the organization's rules much better than I do! If you don't tell me soon... hmph, you'll soon know what it means to wish you were dead!" The speaker's voice was somewhat effeminate, but his tone was quite sharp and arrogant.

"Ha! My Purple Dragon Lord, I don't know where you heard these rumors from." But I can tell you, I know absolutely nothing about Yang Fan! And, as you know, since joining the Zhiji Society, my relationship with the organization has stopped being one of superior and subordinate; it's now a partnership! Partnership, do you understand?

That was Liu Rufeng's voice, still so childish, still so reserved and restrained. Yang Fan couldn't help but shake his head. He thought to himself, "You're definitely going to suffer for talking like that!"

Sure enough, just as Yang Fan had this thought, Liu Rufeng's scream rang out.

"Liu Rufeng, you really are stubborn! You won't give up until you hit a brick wall! What do you mean the Hongmen and the organization are partners? That's all a lie. It's a smokescreen. Don't you understand? If you didn't join the Hongmen, would you even know about the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance? Would you have had the chance to meet its leader? Would you know who the head of the Jiying Society is? Don't take the organization's trust in you for granted!" This was a secret, a secret he had never encountered before! Hearing these things he had never heard of before, Yang Fan's heart pounded involuntarily.

"Looks like I've caught a big fish!"

Yang Fan originally planned to go to Fusang immediately after finding Liu Rufeng, precisely to get a closer look at the Jiying Alliance. Because Yang Fan always felt that there was some inexplicable connection between the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect and the Jiying Alliance. Especially since the Jiying Alliance was related to his master, he couldn't remain uninvolved.

Yang Fan was excited because encountering the Purple Flood Dragon here would save him a lot of trouble and even allow him to learn many of the core secrets of the Heroes Alliance.

Unable to bear seeing Liu Rufeng suffer any longer, Yang Fan whispered to Nalan Qingcheng, instructing her to use her water-based abilities to create a defensive circle to trap Liu Rufeng and the others. He would then hold off the Purple Flood Dragon, creating an opportunity for their escape.

With their plan settled, the two carefully descended. Reaching the last few steps, they pressed themselves against the passageway, cautiously observing the situation inside the secret chamber.

Yang Fan's abilities were superior in this area, so the main task of observation naturally fell to him. As for Nalan Qingcheng, she only needed to determine her attack direction. Yang Fan, however, had to grasp all the environmental factors and devise a strategy for advance and retreat.

Although called a secret chamber, its area was not much smaller than the teahouse on the ground floor, roughly over a hundred square meters. Scattered with miscellaneous items, it was difficult to see clearly due to the poor lighting.

A man in purple robes, his back to Yang Fan, held a whip in one hand and the other behind his back, pacing back and forth around Liu Rufeng. If there were no surprises, he should be one of the Four Saints Liu Rufeng had mentioned: Lord Purple Dragon!

"Liu Rufeng, Liu Rufeng, I see you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin! Fine. Since you won't tell me, then I'll have no choice but to..."

The man in purple robes brandished his whip. He pulled a dark blue-green pill from his robes. His voice turned sharp: "You must know the power of the Carefree Pill, plus this whip in my hand. You'll feel very good... oh ho ho ho..."

"Now!"

Yang Fan, of course, couldn't allow Purple Dragon to use excessive methods. Coming from the Heroes Alliance, he knew they had plenty of ways to make someone wish they were dead.

"Earth Guardian!"

Nalan Qingcheng shouted. Two streaks of white light shot out from her hands, swiftly flashing across the secret chamber, about to strike the man in purple robes on the back of the head. But the man, without any panic, took half a step towards Fang. Without even glancing at Nalan Qingcheng, he flicked his finger, sending a beam of azure light shooting out like lightning, heading straight for Nalan Qingcheng.

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he shot out a pale golden light, deflecting the azure light. Then, in a flash, he appeared behind the purple-clad man, laughing, "Lord Purple Dragon, your opponent... is me!"

Just then, the yellow light that Nalan Qingcheng had unleashed converged in mid-air, emitting a dazzling light. It transformed into a semi-transparent yellow sphere, landing on the ground and perfectly protecting Liu Rufeng and the other three.

It turned out that Nalan Qingcheng's move wasn't an attack, but a defense. She had simply outmaneuvered Purple Dragon right in front of him!

"Good! Good! Really good! You two are truly excellent! If I'm not mistaken, one of you is the King of Assassins in the Assassin Alliance, and the other is Sakura, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, right?" The Purple Flood Dragon, dressed in purple, stood with his hands behind his back, showing no pressure despite Yang Fan standing behind him.

Chapter 575 [Identity Exposed]

He spoke these words in a calm tone, no different from a superior praising an ordinary employee. But everyone knew that he wasn't praising anyone at all!

When he turned around, Yang Fan saw that the Purple Flood Dragon was wearing a purple-gold mask. The heavy metallic texture and ferocious facial expression, appearing in such a dark and secret room, truly had a terrifying quality.

"Thank you for your praise, Purple Flood Dragon. We haven't done enough!"

Yang Fan feigned a bow, not minding continuing to provoke the Purple Flood Dragon.

Meanwhile, Yang Fan faced another problem. This purple dragon had just mentioned the King of Assassins? The King of Assassins was referring to himself, but who was the Cherry Blossom? As an assassin, Yang Fan naturally knew the Cherry Blossom, one of the Four Heavenly Kings-level assassins. Moreover, the two had never crossed paths before. However… judging from the purple dragon's tone, the legendary Cherry Blossom seemed to be Nalan Qingcheng beside him! Sensing Yang Fan's gaze, Nalan Qingcheng lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly. Back then, she had used the name Cherry Blossom to cause Yang Fan no shortage of trouble. Although it was always because she wanted to defeat him, some things, once done, are done. Even if she hadn't caused Yang Fan any real trouble, being exposed by him now still made her feel awkward.

"Nalan Qingcheng, the darling of the Nalan family, a member of the Guardian Dragon, the Holy Maiden of the Hundred Flowers Sect, and the Heavenly King Assassin, Cherry Blossom? I must say, Qingcheng, you have quite a few identities, and the contrast between them is so stark! I knew I always felt something was off about you before, now I know why! Gentle and generous, pure and innocent, fierce and powerful, ruthless... Good heavens, Qingcheng, just how many personalities do you have?!" At this moment, Yang Fan seemed to understand Xi Lan Qingcheng's multifaceted personality. A noble lady, a Holy Maiden of a Holy Land, a world-class assassin, and a national security officer—three completely different identities merged into one person. In that instant, something suddenly flashed through Yang Fan's mind. That is, angels and demons, justice and evil, darkness and light—originally opposing forces, coexisted. Perhaps this was what created Nalan Qingcheng's multifaceted personality! Hearing Yang Fan's voice in her mind, Nalan Qingcheng felt a sense of relief, because she sensed that Yang Fan didn't blame her. In fact, she hadn't genuinely intended to hide it from Yang Fan. Initially, the two hadn't interacted much, but as events unfolded, she no longer knew how to explain it to him.

From a young lady of a noble family at the beginning, to the Hundred Flowers Body, the Hundred Flowers Saintess, and then a member of the Guardian Dragon, her three identities were gradually revealed to Yang Fan. Xi Lan Qingcheng felt all of this was normal; only her identity as an assassin remained a mystery. Today, after using the Purple Flood Dragon as a pretext to explain to Yang Fan, despite her fear, Nalan Qingcheng felt a sense of relief…

"No matter what, I've finally revealed everything to him. Regardless of the outcome, I don't want to hide it from him!" At this moment, Nalan Qingcheng no longer harbored the desire for revenge she felt after Yang Fan rejected her engagement. The only thing remaining in her heart was a complex and inexplicable feeling…

"If I'm not mistaken, Lord Purple Flood Dragon must have found this place by following me, right?" After transmitting a message to Nalan Qingcheng with his mental power, Yang Fan didn't speak to her but instead focused his attention on the Purple Flood Dragon before him.

Ever since the Guardian Dragon arrived in Hong Kong, Yang Fan had a bad feeling, always sensing that something was lurking somewhere he couldn't see, watching him.

Until the attack on the beach, he thought he had found the mastermind... the Ghost of Minobu. In fact, after that day, Yang Fan did indeed feel no longer being watched for a while. So he lowered his guard.

Only today did he realize that the feeling of being watched had never disappeared, it had just been better hidden! Yang Fan clearly felt it. Behind the purple-gold mask of the Purple Dragon, a slightly mocking smile was on his face. Because his words were so ironic.

"Hehehe. I really didn't expect this. Yang Fan... you actually realized it so quickly?"

"What are you talking about?" Xi Lan Qingcheng, who was extremely frustrated, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on when she heard Zi Jiao's words. She impulsively wanted to fight Zi Jiao, but Yang'er pulled her back.

"So it really was you. So... the mastermind behind the attack on me by the Mino tribe's ghost was you too?"

Zi Jiao stared deeply at Yang Fan. With the mask covering his face, Yang Fan couldn't see any expression on his face. He could only try to catch his fleeting eyes through those deep holes. Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

The mask was well-designed. Unless the light shone directly on the holes of the mask, it was impossible to see what Zi Jiao's eyes were looking at.

"This... you know too?"

Zi Jiao said this very slowly, as if he was very surprised.

"Since that's the case, then I can't let you live! Originally... I was thinking of keeping you around so you could cause trouble for the other members of the Beast Alliance. It's really... not fun at all!"

"Not fun?"

That was quite a blow! Yang Fan couldn't help but sneer. He said, "So, in Lord Purple Dragon's eyes, our strength is utterly insignificant!"

Purple Dragon smiled lightly, glanced at Yang Fan, and said, "What do you think?"

As the leader of the Beast Alliance, Purple Dragon had every reason to be proud. Even if he had long known Yang Fan's past achievements through various means, so what?

So what if he defeated Yagyu Saburo? Even if Yagyu Saburo stood before him, he would still have reason to despise them. Therefore, he had reason to be proud.

Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh. How long had it been since he'd encountered someone like this? Thinking about it carefully... it really was a long time ago. In this world, there will always be a few arrogant and self-righteous people!

Purple Dragon stared at Yang Fan, saying nothing. He was curious, curious about how this man could face him so calmly. From the Five Generals down, who in the Alliance of Heroes wouldn't tremble at the mere mention of their name, walking on thin ice, afraid of uttering the wrong word? What gave this man the audacity to challenge his authority?

"If you want to fight, then fight! Taking my life isn't too difficult, but you'll need the skill!"

With that, Yang Fan stopped talking nonsense, took a step forward, and delivered a straight punch aimed at Zi Jiao's heart.

The punch was slow, so slow that Zi Jiao could easily visualize its trajectory in his mind. Yet, it was also incredibly fast, so fast that Zi Jiao didn't even have time to execute the planned attack before being knocked back by Yang Fan's punch.

"Pfft!"

Like striking leather.

"Ugh!"

A muffled sound like thunder.

The sound of Yang Fan's strike and Zi Jiao's muffled cry rang out almost simultaneously.

The situation changed so rapidly that even Liu Rufeng and the others found it unbelievable. In their eyes, Zi Jiao wasn't exactly invincible. At the very least, it meant they were invincible. But the reality before them was... Yang Fan had knocked the seemingly untouchable figure from his pedestal with just one punch.

Here, one might call it carelessness, underestimating his opponent, or even accidental—how accidental Zi Jiao's defeat was. But the problem was, this wasn't a match, but a life-or-death struggle.

Therefore, Yang Fan didn't gentlemanly give Zi Jiao more time to ponder why or how he lost. Immediately after that punch, he closed in, landing another punch on Zi Jiao's abdomen.

This punch wasn't fatal. He simply wanted to further weaken Zi Jiao's fighting ability. Because Yang Fan still had many questions he needed answers from Zi Jiao.

But... was the leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance really that weak?

"Cough cough... Interesting, very interesting!" Zi Jiao retreated several steps, his body swaying slightly, appearing quite unstable. However, his retreating steps were rapid yet orderly, seemingly concealing some other information.

Yang Fan wasn't excited by repelling the Purple Flood Dragon with a single punch; on the contrary, a serious look appeared in his eyes.

"Even the Lion King has the Spirit Serpent Meridian-Severing Hand. The Purple Flood Dragon, at the same level, naturally wouldn't be so weak. Could it be…?"

The Purple Flood Dragon straightened its back, and an invisible aura spread out with each step. It was as if someone had filled the secret chamber with water; the Purple Flood Dragon's aura, seemingly tangible, pressed down on everyone else, making it almost impossible to breathe… except for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan silently observed the Purple Flood Dragon's every move. When it began to release its aura, his eyes even changed, emitting a faint golden light. He needed the help of his spiritual vision to analyze what exactly the Purple Flood Dragon's aura was.

Under his pale golden eyes, everything was tangible, even the invisible aura.

"So that's it!"

After some investigation, Yang Fan seemed to understand.

"Aura? Hehe! " Yang

Fan chuckled inwardly, gathering his energy between his brows and activating the Nine Heavens Thunderous Technique. Instantly, an invisible force was forced out of his body as the technique accelerated.

Unlike the indiscriminate, all-encompassing pressure of the Purple Dragon, Yang Fan's aura was forced into a circular shield, completely enveloping the Purple Dragon. Initially, the Purple Dragon didn't pay attention, thinking Yang Fan merely wanted to compete in aura, which was exactly what it wanted.

"Good lad, daring to compete in aura with the personal disciple of the Azure Dragon Prince, who possesses the majesty of the Dragon God? Aren't you courting death? You should know that I have already taken that step and am about to comprehend my domain. How can your mere aura compare?" Yang Fan himself didn't expect that he could so easily trap the Purple Dragon within his aura shield. Since his opponent so blatantly underestimated the Purple Flood Dragon, handing him a weapon, then… why should he hold back? Thinking this, Yang Fan acted accordingly. His inner energy circulated rapidly, enveloping the Purple Flood Dragon's aura, which began to slowly contract towards the center.

At this moment, the Purple Flood Dragon finally realized something was wrong.

"Damn it, you brat! You dare to ambush me?"

the Purple Flood Dragon roared angrily. He never expected that his momentary carelessness would allow him to be outmaneuvered by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan merely smiled faintly and said, "We are enemies, not friends. Why can't I ambush you? Besides… weren't you just trying to ambush us too?" The Purple

Dragon grunted, no longer wanting to argue with Yang Fan about the issue. Instead, it focused its mental energy on bombarding the aura barrier Yang Fan had erected around it.

That's right!

So-called aura is nothing mysterious. As long as one's mental energy is strong enough to suppress the mental energy of others, one can create a feeling of forced submission. A domain, on the other hand, creates a feeling of forced submission. A domain is an upgraded version of aura; aura can only suppress the opponent's mental energy, but a domain can suppress not only their mental energy but also their body. Within one's domain, everything about the opponent is under one's control.

Above the domain lies a self-contained world, where one is the master, free to command life and death, even giving birth to new life. Of course, when a domain becomes a self-contained world, it transcends the realm of the Returning to Emptiness. Yang Fan hasn't even possessed a domain yet, so how can he speak of a world? However, even so, Yang Fan has already glimpsed a trace of the domain's mysteries. Coupled with the power of the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique, his aura is unmatched by ordinary experts.

Yang Fan allowed his aura to envelop the Purple Flood Dragon, only occasionally replenishing his own, without any further intention. He wanted to use the Purple Flood Dragon's actions to further understand the mysteries of aura.

Undeniably, the Purple Flood Dragon's research on aura far surpassed his own, a novice in this field. Yang Fan could even sense that the opponent's aura already faintly possessed the aura of a domain.

Learning knows no order of precedence; the accomplished are teachers. Yang Fan didn't mind learning more useful techniques from his enemy.

After slashing around with his aura, the Purple Dragon realized that this wasn't a solution. No matter what state his aura took, it was too scattered, far inferior to the solidity of Yang Fan's aura. Although his control over spatial power was far more precise than Yang Fan's, the quantity Yang Fan controlled far surpassed him. It was like one person holding a block of ice, while the other held a river; the ice, though harder than water, couldn't solidify a river. Therefore, he had no way to resolve his own danger through aura!

Chapter 576 [Full-force Attack]

"Good lad, I underestimated you! I didn't expect you to control so much spatial power. It seems your cultivation technique is definitely not low-level. If I obtained it, I'd definitely be able to overcome the domain hurdle."

The domain is a huge hurdle for cultivators. Overcoming it is like leaping over the dragon gate; failing to do so means forever remaining a first-rate expert, unable to join the ranks of super-experts, let alone reach the Primordial Chaos Realm.

Countless powerful individuals have been trapped at this threshold their entire lives, unable to enter, and ultimately die in despair. Zi Jiao had cultivated to the Void Returning Realm for over a hundred years, yet he still hadn't crossed this hurdle. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he would never have the chance to take this step in his lifetime. But now, seeing Yang Fan gave him hope again.

Zi Jiao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger within him. Although unwilling to admit it, he had to face the problem: he had been defeated by a mere brat. If he hadn't chosen a contest of aura, even if he lost, it wouldn't have been so swift. But now… the unspeakable humiliation was enough to suffocate even a seven-foot-tall man! "Don't be too smug!" Zi Jiao uttered a sharp remark, his aura suddenly surging and contracting. A hazy blue mist emanated from Zi Jiao's body. The mist condensed and didn't dissipate, tightly surrounding the purple dragon for about an inch, moving slowly and rhythmically like soldiers under command.

The way the azure mist moved was interesting; overall, it appeared to be slowly circling the purple dragon. However, in detail, a faintly forming creature emerged from the purple dragon's heart, slowly rotating around its head.

With each rotation, the mist around the purple dragon thinned slightly, while the creature expanded. Slowly, a long azure dragon gradually took shape.

"This… is this the purple dragon's ultimate move?" Yang Fan stared intently at the small azure dragon appearing on the purple dragon's body, his eyes unblinking, carefully calculating in his mind just how much combat power this little azure dragon possessed.

"Come on! Only through battle, only through constant battle, can my strength grow faster!" Yang Fan knew that his cultivation was stuck at a bottleneck, unable to advance any further. To break through this bottleneck, he needed to break through it, and the fastest way to do so was through constant battle! Although he had gained some insights from his battle with Yagyu Saburo, the difference in their strength was simply too great. While the Purple Dragon before him was also somewhat weaker, its cultivation level was slightly higher. Therefore, fighting the Purple Dragon would allow Yang Fan to verify more aspects of martial arts.

"Rising! Dragon! Fist!"

The Purple Dragon roared, and the small azure dragon fully formed, coiling around his arm as if it were naturally formed. With his leap, the small azure dragon emitted a faint, almost imperceptible whistle.

Then, in Yang Fan's eyes, something incredible happened. With the Purple Dragon's leap, the small azure dragon seemed to suddenly expand, transforming into a giant dragon that completely enveloped the Purple Dragon… No! Perhaps that's not quite right. It should be said that the Purple Dragon suddenly merged with the Little Azure Dragon, transforming into a colossal dragon!

A dragon's roar erupted from the Purple Dragon's mouth, and the protective aura surrounding him shattered like fragile ice, instantly dissipating into countless pieces. However, the Purple Dragon's offensive showed no signs of abating. While still in mid-air, he suddenly changed direction, and the seemingly tangible dragon roared towards him.

"A Rising Dragon? How interesting! However, 'Rising Dragon' seems to represent ascension, which means death. This name sounds ambiguous!"

Yang Fan could clearly sense that the energy enveloping the Purple Dragon was different from his own, and also different from Shui Ruyan's. It wasn't a special ability rooted in a part of the body, but rather borrowed energy from heaven and earth. [If one had to find a metaphor, it could only be likened to ancient land immortals: magic! However,

whether the Purple Dragon was using martial arts or magic-like techniques, Yang Fan couldn't tell.] Moreover, he didn't have much time to consider things carefully.

"Well done!"

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, his left hand slightly raised, his right hand deflected, and the true meaning of Tai Chi was easily activated. The surrounding air seemed to be drawn by something, one part deflecting to the left, the other to the right. Driven by Yang Fan, it began to move in a regular circular motion.

"Roar..."

As it drew closer, the roar from the purple dragon's mouth grew more urgent, and the gust of wind surging towards Yang Fan became increasingly violent.

However, all of this was no problem for Yang Fan. Just as the azure dragon attacked in front of Yang Fan, he raised his right hand and guided it with his left, bringing the azure dragon into the circular motion he was performing.

For a person, what is most irresistible? Gravity! For the Earth, what is most inescapable? The Sun's gravity!

That's right. What Yang Fan used was a further development of the "guiding" principle of Tai Chi: using himself as the sun and others as planets, drawing their attacks into a trajectory that conformed to his own rules. Once successfully absorbed, even the most powerful enemy attack would be like a child's fist, weak and powerless. Ask yourself: can a person harm the earth?

At this moment, Zi Jiao was extremely frustrated. For a martial artist, no opportunity is more frustrating than punching empty air and feeling utterly powerless. The opponent was right in front of him, and he only needed one punch to finish them off. But the result… was so unacceptable!

"Huff… huff…"

Zi Jiao gasped for breath, the anger in his heart flaring up like a doused in gasoline, instantly turning into a raging inferno.

"Ah…"

Zi Jiao roared, his internal energy surging and contracting, managing to disperse the constantly writhing Azure Dragon around his body.

Although Yang Fan's Tai Chi True Intent could simulate planetary motion, it wasn't a planet after all. He could only manipulate true energy, not a living person. Zi Jiao dispersed the Azure Dragon. Having withdrawn its true energy, it naturally broke free from Yang Fan's pull and fell to the ground with a thud.

Upon landing, the purple dragon sprang to its feet almost instantly.

Having suffered twice at Yang Fan's hands, even the most clueless person would know that he was no pushover. After rising again, the Purple Flood Dragon abandoned all its arrogance and began to take Yang Fan seriously.

"Hah! Ya!"

After only a moment's pause, the Purple Flood Dragon leaped up, roaring, its fingers like blades, charging straight at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan clearly felt the pressure instantly increase to a whole new level. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered such pressure, which was enough to show that the Purple Flood Dragon's true strength was still terrifying.

"Good!"

Yang Fan also jumped up, swinging his fists in a powerful stance, directly confronting the Purple Flood Dragon's attack.

"Bang!"

A loud crash resounded, and a circle of pale blue ripples spread rapidly outwards from the point of impact. Wherever it reached, the bluestone bricks on the ground bounced up.

And this was only because the two were desperately suppressing their attacks; otherwise, with their Void Returning Realm strength, they could have completely destroyed the entire basement. However, neither of them wanted to destroy the place, which is why they tried their best to suppress their attacks and keep the battle within a very small area.

But this didn't mean their battle wasn't intense or dangerous; on the contrary, it was far more perilous than any earth-shattering fight. This level of combat, besides requiring powerful cultivation, demands incredibly precise control—perfect execution of true energy, spatial power, and every single move.

When both were desperately shrinking the battle area, if either of them carelessly revealed a weakness, they would face a devastating attack. At this close range, in hand-to-hand combat, they had no time to unleash their powerful spatial abilities to change the tide of battle; the only option was to withstand the blows head-on…

Fortunately, Nalan Qingcheng reacted quickly, leading Liu Rufeng and the others in a hasty retreat. They had already retreated to the stairwell, thus avoiding being caught in the crossfire. After the direct clash

… The two didn't even have time to check the outcome, launching a fierce attack, exchanging blows with every punch and kick. In just a few minutes, they had clashed at least thousands of times. Finally, tired of this fighting style, they simultaneously unleashed a powerful punch.

Another deafening roar followed. Both were forced back several steps before regaining their footing.

Almost simultaneously, Yang Fan and Zi Jiao shot out again, exchanging blows several times in mid-air. Once they were close, another intense battle ensued. The

two moved with lightning speed, sometimes leaping like rabbits, sometimes shifting like the moon and stars, both using speed to counter speed, both employing wide, sweeping attacks. The intensity of the battle was truly eye-opening.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Fan figured out Zi Jiao's moves, knowing he could learn nothing more from him. He roared, unleashing the full power of his Nine Heavens Thunder Technique.

Within Yang Fan's body, a thunderous roar seemed to erupt, followed by a deafening crash. The Purple Dragon felt as if a massive hammer had struck its chest, causing it to stagger back several steps.

The Purple Dragon's expression changed. Previously, it had always believed it had held back its strength, and that Yang Fan's power was nothing special. Who would have thought that before it even had a chance to reveal its trump card, it would be outmaneuvered

by Yang Fan? This feeling was extremely uncomfortable, especially for the Purple Dragon. How many years had it been since it had felt this way? It was during the Four Saints' Battle.

"Am I getting old, or have I been living too comfortably all these years?"

A question arose in the Purple Dragon's mind. For so many years, it had been a life of constant privilege, with almost nothing to worry about… Had this kind of life made it complacent?

"Yang Fan, speaking of which, I should thank you! If it weren't for you... I probably wouldn't have realized this!"

Zi Jiao laughed loudly as he spoke, "However... your good luck ends here! You've successfully provoked my anger, and I've decided to get serious!"

Despite these words, Zi Jiao was merely bluffing. His hidden strength was actually not much greater than Yang Fan's remaining power. It was just that as one of the Four Saintly Paths' Saintly Venerables, his status set in stone, and he was unwilling to admit it.

After speaking, Zi Jiao strangely began to spin in place. With each spin, a purple aura swirled around him. At first, the purple aura was only a thin layer. If one didn't look closely, it wouldn't even be noticeable. By the seventh spin, the layer of aura was as thick as a glass window. By the forty-ninth spin, the thickness of the purple aura had even exceeded the length of a little finger.

The purple dragon spun incredibly fast, so fast that Yang Fan couldn't stop it in time before it completed its final, forty-ninth rotation.

Then, the purple dragon spread its arms, and the layer of purple energy seemed to come alive, automatically shrinking into two purple spheres, each landing between its palms. A purple thread connected these two spheres. As it moved, it looked almost identical to a traditional weapon, the Meteorite.

Yang Fan initially paid no attention, still using the "Guiding" technique of Tai Chi to counter the purple dragon's attack. However, he quickly realized something was wrong.

Unlike the previous Azure Dragon, the two purple spheres weren't drawn to him and revolved around his body; instead, they broke through his defenses and slammed heavily into his chest.

"Ah!"

Nalan Qingcheng couldn't help but let out a soft scream, but quickly realized she couldn't distract Yang Fan and covered her mouth.

Liu Rufeng, who had been standing silently ever since Yang Fan began rescuing him, knew perfectly well what he should and shouldn't do, thanks to a tacit understanding developed over many years. He had only stayed to see what was happening out of concern for Yang Fan.

Now, seeing Yang Fan knocked back with a single punch, he knew he couldn't stay any longer. His presence wouldn't be of any help to Yang Fan; on the contrary, it would easily distract him.

Yang Fan needed to be constantly vigilant in blocking the Purple Dragon's path to prevent it from taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble for Liu Rufeng and his companions.

Understanding this, Liu Rufeng said to Nalan Qingcheng in a low voice, "We should leave here first. If Adi continues to have the upper hand, it's fine. We can stay here. But now, Adi's situation is dire. If we stay, and the Purple Dragon manages to capture one of us, Adi will be even more vulnerable!"

Nalan Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Liu Rufeng, but upon reflection, she realized he was right. Although she didn't entirely admire Liu Rufeng's absolute composure. Nalan Qingcheng had no choice but to agree; leaving at this point was the best option. Chapter 577 [True Martial Unity]

(May 3rd ) "Alright. Let's go so as not to hold Adi back!" Nalan Qingcheng was a woman of action. Once she said she was going to do it, she wouldn't hesitate, immediately pulling Watanabe Harumi up the steps. After taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered that, apart from herself, none of the others in this group had any offensive capabilities. To avoid a sneak attack from behind by the Purple Dragon, she decided to stay behind. Liu Rufeng had no objection to Nalan Qingcheng's decision. The coordinated training in the assassin training camp had long taught him various methods for protecting himself and helping his teammates in different situations. What he needed to do now was analyze the situation clearly. What should he do after going up there, how should he do it, and also… would the Purple Dragon have any backup?

The other two in the group, Blind Wei and Lu Buzhi, hadn't suffered much torment from the start, only considerable fright. Years of street vending had made them believe they were indifferent to everything, that nothing in this world could frighten them anymore.

In their careers, they had seen blood, and often took pride in it. In Lu Buzhi's words, "Back in the day, a bunch of thugs were fighting in front of my stall, and I, your Uncle Lu, remained completely calm, telling fortunes as if no one else was there. The fortune teller was almost scared out of his wits, wanting to leave but afraid to, afraid of being accidentally hurt. I'll remember that freakish look for the rest of my life..."

If Blind Wei said the same thing, just with a few different keywords, it would be similar. The reason they said this was because they had both experienced that same incident that day. Whether they were truly as calm and collected as they claimed was anyone's guess...

However... their performance today seemed rather lackluster. Although they weren't as terrified as the coward they despised, nearly wetting themselves, their faces were at least abnormally pale.

Liu Rufeng saw this but didn't expose them. He knew that people like Wei the Blind and Lu Buzhi, who roamed the martial world, valued face above all else.

Leaving aside Nalan Qingcheng leaving the secret chamber with her group, let's talk about Yang Fan and Zi Jiao. In the heat of their battle, they were completely absorbed, even forgetting the others in the chamber. Now, with both at full power, they cared nothing for anything else. It was like fighting in the open, the sounds of their blows

echoing everywhere. As their fight reached its climax, the debris in the chamber suffered. Every place they fought turned to ash, shattered beyond recognition. Sometimes, even the walls weren't spared, leaving them pitted and scarred, as if recently corroded by sulfuric acid—a truly horrific sight.

The initial blow from the meteor hammer that Yang Fan received didn't damage his internal organs, though it did cause some minor injuries. However, it wasn't a major issue; instead, it ignited his fighting spirit, leading to the current situation.

With the meteor hammer in hand, the Purple Flood Dragon naturally wouldn't relinquish his advantage, maintaining his distance from Yang Fan while using it to attack his vital points.

This purple meteor hammer was practically the Purple Flood Dragon's signature move. Just as the Lion King's Spirit Serpent Meridian-Severing Hand had the special technique of Seven Star Spirit Gathering, the Purple Flood Dragon's Rising Dragon Fist also possessed an unusual method.

The meteor hammer was one of the special techniques of the Rising Dragon Fist. It could materialize using the true energy within the Purple Flood Dragon's body. In other words, it could transform true energy into something resembling matter for a certain period. This substance not only possessed the weight and speed of matter but also the unique destructive power of true energy.

Therefore, the Purple Flood Dragon's special Rising Dragon Fist technique, called "Transforming Purple Hammer," was truly an essential weapon against martial arts masters.

Prior to this, Yang Fan had never encountered such a strange cultivation technique. In his understanding, true qi could enhance the combat power of weapons, and weapons could enhance the lethality of true qi. However, these were two completely different concepts—one tangible, the other intangible.

But the Purple Dragon's meteor hammer shattered this understanding. He could sense that although the meteor hammer in the Purple Dragon's hand was formed from true qi, its power seemed no weaker than the demon sword in his hand. That was why he hadn't used the demon sword. Speaking of which

, since Yang Fan's debut, he had never had a decent weapon. His soft sword, the Bloodstained Sword, was initially his weapon of choice. But as his cultivation improved, that soft sword was no longer suitable for him. He could destroy the soft sword tens of thousands of times with a single wield of true qi. What use was such a weapon? Yang Fan always believed that he himself was the best weapon. Once he unlocked the treasure of his own body, no weapon could surpass him. Indeed, this was the case. Yang Fan, having fused with the body of a powerful cultivator, possessed a physical strength far exceeding that of any weapon.

No weapon could harm him, not even a divine artifact.

Therefore, he had never needed weapons; even the demonic sword Muramasa, which he had acquired, he had never truly used. However, today, the Purple Flood Dragon's meteor hammer revealed to Yang Fan a different path in martial arts, one he had never known before! In fact, the Purple Flood Dragon's theory was somewhat similar to Yang Fan's—they both didn't truly rely on external objects and didn't need weapons. However, while Yang Fan relied entirely on the power of his physical body, the Purple Flood Dragon had discovered a shortcut, a new path of martial arts that fused weapon and body. This

new magical artifact, fused with weapon and body, not only possessed the agility of a weapon but also the dexterity of a body. Using it was like controlling an extension of one's own arm, a perfect harmony. This undoubtedly multiplied his combat power.

While battling the purple dragon, Yang Fan pondered these questions. A fleeting flash of inspiration struck him; he seemed to grasp something, yet couldn't quite grasp it completely. However, even as he seized this inspiration, Yang Fan had another task: dealing with the purple dragon's meteor hammer! Against this purple meteor hammer, the "Guiding" technique of Tai Chi True Intent alone was far from sufficient. Furthermore, the "Collapse" technique was more powerful the closer one was to the enemy. At this moment, the purple dragon was too far from Yang Fan. Using the "Collapse" technique would be like a blind man lighting a lamp—a complete waste!

The most effective method now was to utilize the "Entanglement" technique of Tai Chi True Intent. Whenever the purple dragon attacked, Yang Fan would entangle it, quickly closing the distance. If the purple dragon continued to control the distance, then Yang Fan would lock onto the purple meteor hammer, turning the entanglement into an object.

That's right! This "Entanglement" technique could entangle anything and anyone. Whether entangled with a person or an object, it would cause considerable trouble for the purple dragon.

Unable to break through after a prolonged assault, the Purple Dragon grew increasingly impatient. He knew that the "Purple Hammer" alone was insufficient to handle the current situation. Therefore, only…

He acted on his impulses—a characteristic of the Purple Dragon. Without hesitation, he tossed the purple hammer into the air. The hammer twisted and changed shape.

Using the purple line connecting the two ends as its framework, the two large spheres contracted and expanded along the purple line, transforming into a purple spear.

Unlike ordinary spears, this purple spear had two sharp purple daggers attached to its tip. Yang Fan had no doubt about the destructive power of those daggers, and he was acutely aware that they were not merely tools for harming.

As Yang Fan had predicted, the Purple Dragon, wielding the purple spear, moved like a dragon, unleashing a barrage of thrusts at Yang Fan.

Suddenly, taking advantage of Yang Fan's inattention, the Purple Dragon shouted, "Now!" With a sharp flick of its spear tip, the two small knives that seemed to be embedded beneath it slid down, each flying rapidly towards Yang Fan along a separate trajectory.

The two knives spun, emitting an unsettling buzzing sound as they sliced through the air. How could a single knife possess such strange properties? Yang Fan was puzzled and couldn't help but take a closer look. Fortunately, he had glanced at it subconsciously; otherwise, it might have caused some trouble.

It turned out that after the knives flew out, they resembled newly sprouted saplings, branching out haphazardly, yet somehow appearing... It was so harmonious. It was the strange sound produced by these sprawling branches rubbing against the air.

Faced with such bizarre and unusual weapons, Yang Fan, though it was his first time encountering them, immediately realized that the branches growing from the knives were not simply there to create noise and distract.

Almost instinctively, Yang Fan focused his defense on the two flying knives, paying little attention to the seemingly fierce purple spear.

Instead of directly colliding with the knives, Yang Fan released a burst of true energy to probe their attack. Unexpectedly, the moment the true energy touched the knives, an unexpected change occurred.

The throwing knife merely deflected slightly, neutralizing Yang Fan's projectile true energy. It then returned to its original trajectory, continuing its descent towards Yang Fan. Even more infuriating was what followed. Taking advantage of the two throwing knives drawing most of Yang Fan's attention, the Purple Dragon smiled sinisterly and flicked its purple spear, launching an even more ferocious attack.

"Not good!"

Yang Fan then realized that while the throwing knife detached from the purple spear was indeed a trump card, the spear itself… was no pushover either!

"I really underestimated the strength of the Heroes' Alliance!"

Yang Fan grunted, quickly weighing the pros and cons and making a decision. He forcefully withstood the Purple Dragon's relentless thrusts, determined to knock down the two throwing knives.

True energy was ineffective against the throwing knives, but that didn't mean mental energy was useless. In the end, Yang Fan withstood a single thrust from the Purple Dragon's spear before finally using a mental energy ray to knock down the two throwing knives.

Although Zi Jiao managed to stab Yang Fan with his purple spear, he also damaged the sharp weapon that had split off from the spear, causing him immense pain.

This ability to transform the purple spear into sharp blades was one of the special techniques of the Rising Dragon Fist. The most crucial aspect was the Rising Dragon True Qi he had cultivated. The greatest secret of the Rising Dragon True Qi was its ability to materialize at will, transforming into various tools to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy unexpectedly.

The two throwing knives attached to the tip of the purple spear were the most important part of the Rising Dragon True Qi, the essence of the True Qi called the Rising Dragon True Core. Their power far surpassed that of ordinary True Qi.

Zi Jiao had cultivated for so long, yet he had only condensed three. To ambush Yang Fan, he had destroyed two of them in one go. What made him want to vomit blood even more was that he had expended such a great price, only to poke Yang Fan once!

Yang Fan, struck in the chest by the purple spear, couldn't help but groan, his body naturally generating resistance. He thrust forward and then recoiled. He was only pierced half an inch by the spear tip before dodging to the side. His injury wasn't serious.

Since his body had generated resistance, why did he both push forward and recoil? This is the advantage of Tai Chi. Ordinary people facing an almost irresistible attack generally have two choices: either withstand it head-on or dodge. Even with an invincible shield or iron shirt, directly resisting the purple spear in Zi Jiao's hand would likely result in death. Who would dare to resist head-on?

Yang Fan's thrust and recoil allowed him to withstand the initial force, but not directly. He made slight contact with the enemy's weapon, dissipating some of the force, and then recoiled. Ultimately, he was utilizing human nature. As

the saying goes: "One effort, then decline, then exhaustion." Even a seasoned old fox like Zi Jiao couldn't help but suffer a hidden loss. He felt his spear tip pierce someone and instinctively thrust forward, but unexpectedly, taking advantage of the moment his move was exhausted, the other had already retreated and dodged to the side.

Purple Dragon, disregarding his grief over the loss of his Rising Dragon Core, quickly thrust his spear at Yang Fan again, only to find he had already lost the initiative and ultimately inflicted minimal damage. Comparing the two, how could Purple Dragon not be furious?

"I'm enraged! You surnamed Qin, you will pay a bloody price for what you've done!"

Purple Dragon's anger was intense. He recklessly used all his abilities, seemingly prepared to fight to the death.

Yang Fan, however, was not intimidated at all. On the contrary, he used the opportunity to see Purple Dragon's weakness. He thought to himself, "It seems that destroying those two throwing knives was the right thing to do!"

Soon... Zi Jiao's next move confirmed Yang Fan's suspicions... However, he didn't want to confirm his suspicions in this way...

Zi Jiao vigorously shook his purple spear, and a stream of purple fluorine-chlorine gas flowed from his hands into the spear. Unfortunately, his purple-gold mask obscured his face, preventing Yang Fan from seeing what was beneath. Otherwise, Yang Fan would have been able to guess how serious the situation was.

Zi Jiao, in a desperate act, squeezed out the last Ascending Dragon True Core from his body and injected it into the purple spear, intending to take Yang Fan's life.

This was an extremely risky move. If Yang Fan seized the opportunity and destroyed his last Ascending Dragon True Core, his fate would be incredibly tragic!

But Zi Jiao, already in a state of madness, couldn't care less about such things. After a flurry of thrusts at Yang Fan, he seized the opportunity to transform a small bulge on his purple spear into a flying blade, silently sending it hurtling towards Yang Fan…

Chapter 578 [Green Gang Prince]

The first time he unleashed a flying knife, Zi Jiao followed the principle of “feinting to the real and the real to feint,” intending to confuse Yang Fan about his main attack direction. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's attack backfired, resulting in a double loss and deep regret.

This time, however, the crazed Zi Jiao had learned his lesson. The flying knives he released were significantly smaller and more concealed. They also lacked the disruptive noise, making their movements even more unpredictable.

At least during the first wave of attacks, Yang Fan didn't notice. Under Zi Jiao's barrage of attacks, the flying blades were well concealed. By the time Yang Fan realized what was happening, the blades were less than half an inch from his neck!

If it weren't for Yang Fan's life-saving instinct, which spurred his body to react faster than his brain and shift half an inch to the side, the flying blade would have already grazed his throat, effortlessly taking his life!

"Such cunning, such killing intent!"

Yang Fan gasped, instinctively touching his neck and retreating hastily. A quick check revealed only a shallow cut, no serious bleeding. Relieved, Yang Fan glared fiercely at the Purple Dragon.

Having missed its target, the flying blade, no longer controlled by the Purple Dragon, turned and flew back towards him. This was the second characteristic of the Rising Dragon True Core; its usefulness was comparable to ancient sword control techniques. The only drawback was the short duration of control and the excessive consumption of essence.

Meanwhile, the Purple Dragon, while manipulating the flying blade to pursue Yang Fan, also frequently harassed him with its purple spear, seemingly quite relaxed. This was all a facade! If Yang Fan had managed to knock off the Purple Dragon's mask, he would have discovered that the Purple Dragon was already at his last gasp, the color draining from his face, turning ashen.

A seemingly certain fatal blow had been dodged by Yang Fan. The Purple Dragon had long since resigned himself to his fate. However, an inescapable resentment within him sustained him, preventing him from giving up so easily. He mustered his last breath for a final gamble.

It could only be a final gamble. The flying knife had become unstable, seemingly on the verge of collapse. And once the blade collapsed, along with it… the Purple Dragon's life would cease to exist!

There was no shout, no taunt. Without a sound, the Purple Dragon gathered his last ounce of energy, manipulating the flying knife swiftly and silently towards Yang Fan's chest. While his target appeared to be the chest, the actual target was…

Without the Purple Dragon's control, the Purple Spear lost its stability first, letting out a mournful cry, twisting and contorting before shattering into a faint purple mist with a bang. It vanished in an instant.

As if in a chain reaction, his arm quickly developed problems as well. First, tiny cracks appeared, then large fissures spread like the ground during an earthquake. The cracks rapidly spread in all directions, and at the very spot where they started, as other areas rapidly cracked, there was a loud bang as it exploded into a cloud of mist.

The Purple Dragon's target was Yang Fan's vital point—his back—and the throwing knife he was controlling. It had successfully deceived Yang Fan's attention and reached its intended position. Just as he was about to unleash the final attack…

“That damned guy actually flashed again?”

These were the last vestiges of the Purple Dragon's consciousness remaining in the world. Then he heard a deafening roar, and everything… turned to smoke.

The flying blade aimed at Yang Fan lost its target. With a "whoosh," it was about to change trajectory when it was affected by the collapse of the Purple Dragon's consciousness. With a "ding," it became unstable and turned into purple smoke, dissipating in all directions.

At the same moment the flying blade collapsed, Yang Fan had a sudden inspiration. He floated forward a step and reached into the center of the purple smoke. When he opened his hand, he held a small, round ball, about the size of a soybean, bluish-green in color, but with a faint purple glow.

With a hint of doubt, Yang Fan observed the ball as he moved towards the ground. Unfortunately, after examining it for a long time, he still found nothing and could only put it in his pocket, leaving it for another day.

"Yang Fan!"

"Young Master!"

The moment Yang Fan stepped out of the secret room, two figures, one tall and one short, rushed into his arms. Nalan Qingcheng running so fast was one thing, but Sadako's ability to throw a 100-meter champion-like object surprised Yang Fan greatly.

"Alright! Alright! Be good, don't cry. I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

Yang Fan, who was holding the two women, wasn't particularly bothered by their cries, but the strange smiles of Liu Rufeng, Wei the Blind, and Lu Buzhi forced him to offer some comfort.

"Ahem..."

Liu Rufeng, seeing the situation was too awkward for Yang Fan, coughed lightly to draw everyone's attention.

"Brother Yang, it's wonderful to see you out safe and sound. I suppose that Purple Dragon... has already been captured by you?"

Even though Liu Rufeng asked this calmly, he still harbored some doubt. He wasn't entirely sure how much progress Yang Fan had made in the long time they'd been apart, but he knew all too well the Purple Dragon's abilities.

Yang Fan only had two wounds, one on his throat and one on his chest. The wound on his throat, though seemingly dangerous, had already scabbed over, leaving only a shallow scratch. The wound on his chest, however, looked more serious, but the bleeding had stopped and it had been bandaged, so it was clearly not a serious problem.

Facing a super expert of Zi Jiao's caliber, he only suffered two minor injuries. How could Liu Rufeng not be suspicious? Conversely, due to their lack of understanding of Zi Jiao's strength, none of the others felt anything was amiss. If Liu Rufeng hadn't brought it up, they probably wouldn't have even asked.

"Young Master took action, needless to say? He must have solved it! Right, Young Master?"

Zhenzi had long regarded Yang Fan as omnipotent. Her confidence in him had reached an outrageous level. Hearing Liu Rufeng's words, she immediately jumped out to vouch for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan patted Zhenzi's head, smiled, and said, "His strength was too great. I only killed him by a trick. If I wanted to capture him, even two of me together would have difficulty."

Not knowing the extent of Wei Xiazi and Lu Buzhi's relationship with Liu Rufeng, Yang Fan had to be reserved in his words. He gave a reason that was half-true and half-false, which also dispelled everyone's doubts.

Whether it was due to their age and experience, or simply their accustomed to the trials and tribulations of the martial world, Blind Wei and Lu Buzhi showed absolutely no interest in inquiring about what had happened in the secret chamber. Even after Liu Rufeng asked a question, they quickly changed the subject.

"Brother Yang," Lu Buzhi said, "we can't say anything about your fondness for discussing fighting and killing, but we're all getting on in years and don't care for that. What we're most concerned about right now is whether the expert Brother Yang invited for us has arrived yet."

Lu Buzhi's words successfully diverted everyone's attention.

Yang Fan slapped his forehead and chuckled, "Uncle Lu, I really forgot about that. Speaking of experts, I do have one here, and that's her..."

Pointing at her by Yang Fan, Nalan Qingcheng was initially confused, but after Yang Fan explained, she suddenly realized, "So you wanted me to appraise the antique? This isn't my specialty, but..."

Hearing Nalan Qingcheng say she wasn't an expert, Wei the Blind and Lu Buzhi's faces unconsciously showed disappointment. Hearing "but," they quickly pressed for details.

"But what? But what? Is there any material you need to prepare? It's alright. I know Hong Kong well..."

Nalan Qingcheng found this amusing and shook her head, "No, that's not necessary. I meant I could help determine the age of the antique, but I can't say for sure how valuable it is."

Wei the Blind and Lu Buzhi had been worried that Nalan Qingcheng would say she only specialized in certain types of antiques, but she hadn't expected her to say something like this.

You see, the most difficult thing about antiques is determining how old they are! Once its manufacturing date is determined, its value has a basic benchmark, which is also the most difficult aspect of appraisal.

The main contents of antique appraisal are: authentication, dating, and evaluation. Dating is the most crucial of the three. Don't be fooled by the hype surrounding carbon-14 dating; its margin of error is still enormous. But what did Nalan Qingcheng say? She said a specific date, not just an approximate one! Doesn't that mean it's even more reliable than carbon-14?

As for authentication and evaluation, with Wei the Blind and Lu the Unknown's expertise in antiques, it was naturally a piece of cake. Hearing this, they knew exactly what to do. So, Nalan Qingcheng was dragged to the back room by the two, who eagerly presented their treasures…

Zhenzi blinked her bright eyes, sensing that Yang Fan and Liu Rufeng had something to say, so she excused herself to watch Nalan Qingcheng appraise the treasures and slipped away to the back room as well.

In the blink of an eye, the previously lively teahouse was left with only Yang Fan and Liu Rufeng. For a moment, the silence was almost excessive.

"Liu Rufeng..."

"Brother Yang..."

After the silence, the two called out each other's names in unison. Taken aback, they couldn't help but punch each other lightly and burst into laughter. After laughing for a while, they finally stopped, but when they looked at each other again, a hint of wistfulness crept into their eyes.

"Liu Rufeng, I never thought we'd meet again after parting ways at the Ancient Tomb!"

"Brother Yang, I felt the same way! Since we parted ways at the Ancient Tomb, I've been looking forward to seeing you again. I never thought my wish would come true today, haha..."

Liu Rufeng briefly recounted his experiences over the past few days. Although he spoke calmly, Yang Fan sensed the danger beneath the surface. However, since Liu Rufeng didn't want to elaborate, Yang Fan naturally respected his wishes. Although he was curious about why Liu Rufeng had joined the Heroes Alliance and about the Hongmen, he didn't press the matter further.

It wasn't until Liu Rufeng recounted how he met Wei the Blind and Lu Buzhi that Yang Fan spoke a few more words.

"Uncle Wei and Uncle Lu are both very good people, truly remarkable individuals. Don't let their well-disguised con artists fool you; they're actually very kind at heart. They frequently donate to orphanages and nursing homes, and they even volunteer when they have time..."

Seeing Yang Fan's incredulous expression, Liu Rufeng couldn't help but laugh, "Unbelievable, isn't it? Despite their age, they're still quite childlike. Moreover, they're very popular at the orphanages and nursing homes; the children and elderly all adore them!"

Yang Fan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent. He knew Liu Rufeng had a good impression of the two and didn't want to ruin his impression of them with his own unfounded speculation.

Yang Fan then recounted his experiences in Binhai, but naturally embellished the more erotic parts with subtlety.

Even so, it was enough to make Liu Rufeng incredibly envious. He kept clicking his tongue in amazement, saying, "Wow, Brother Qin, I never realized you were such a womanizer! Tell me... what are you going to do with so many wives in the future?"

Yang Fan smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, "It's too early to talk about these things now. My priority is to solve the immediate problem!"

In any case, finding Liu Rufeng meant Yang Fan's plan could finally proceed smoothly. The reason was simple: Yang Fan knew that aside from Liu Rufeng's other identities, there was one identity Yang Fan needed to use to cover his trip to Japan—Liu Rufeng's identity as the heir to the Green Gang! Speaking of the Green Gang, few people might know it now, but in Shanghai during the 1930s and 40s, everyone knew it! And if we go back several hundred years to the last dynasty of the feudal era: the Qing Dynasty, the name "Qing Gang" was even more widely known throughout the country! The Green Gang, formally known as the Qing Gang, was a long-established secret society in China, founded during the fourth year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign by Weng Yan, Qian Jian, and Pan Qing. Its members were originally engaged in transporting grain, hence the name "Grain Ship Gang." Many joined throughout the country.

The Green Gang was one of the most widespread and influential secret societies since the early Qing Dynasty.

The members of the Green Gang, through their moral cultivation and philosophical discussions, managed a group of boatmen from the streets with remarkable order. The Green Gang valued talent and emphasized a master-apprentice system. Members were ranked by generational names, resembling a large family with its own ancestral temple. Anyone who joined, regardless of surname, became a member of the family. This was because joining the gang was not merely joining a gang, but a family affair. Regardless of generational names, everyone was treated as a master and apprentice, receiving the respect and guidance of elders from all directions. This distinguished the Green Gang from other gangs and societies, fostering a particularly close bond between masters, apprentices, and brothers.

Some believe the Green Gang is a branch of the Hongmen, but this is not entirely true. However, there are legends that the two founders, Weng and Ding, were members of the Hongmen and the Heaven and Earth Society, and it is quite possible that many early members came from the Hongmen. However, it must be said that the Hongmen and the Green Gang remain the two most powerful and mysterious groups in China to this day. Their influence is so great that even the state cannot easily eliminate them...

Chapter 579 [Green Gang]

Although the Green Gang and the Hongmen have considerable origins, due to the implementation of the Zen Buddhist system, unlike the Hongmen where members address each other as brothers, the Green Gang is an organization that requires members to take on a master-disciple relationship. Members address each other as master and disciple, advocating "the master and disciple are like father and son." The Green Gang's organization is more secretive and has more complex rules than the Hongmen, thus it is also more secretive. Therefore, it is said: The saying "The Green Gang is one line, the Hongmen is a vast expanse" reflects the fact that the Green Gang, with its guild-like nature, did not emphasize anti-Qing and restoration of the Ming Dynasty as much as the Hongmen, but it did share this ideology to some extent, advocating "acting on behalf of Heaven." Because the Green Gang did not actively engage in anti-Qing activities, the Hongmen once considered them traitors, strictly prohibiting Hongmen members from joining the Green Gang, saying, "From Qing to Hong, you'll be adorned in red and colorful robes; from Hong to Qing, you'll be skinned alive."

However, to avoid conflict, both factions still often referred to themselves as "Qing and Hong as one family," with the saying "Red flowers, green leaves, white lotus root (referring to the Hongmen, Green Gang,

and White Lotus Sect) the three religions were originally one family." Especially in the late Qing Dynasty, many Green Gang members also began to oppose the Qing, and the two factions gradually reduced their hostility. The Green Gang originated from the Grand Canal, and therefore spread mainly in the Jiangnan region. Later, with the rise of maritime transport and the decline of the Grand Canal, a large number of Green Gang members entered Shanghai, engaging in various industries.

At that time, 80% of Shanghai's workers were members of secret societies, with the Green Gang making up the largest proportion. Due to Shanghai's unique circumstances, the concessions and revolutionaries often needed to rely on the Green Gang's strength. During the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, Dai Li also needed to utilize the Green Gang for intelligence work. As a result, the Green Gang's power grew increasingly stronger, attracting many revolutionaries and members of the Hongmen (Triads). The "Three Tycoons" of Shanghai—Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin—along with Chen Qimei and Chiang Kai-shek of the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance), and Wang Shouhua of the Communist Party of China were all Green Gang members.

During the Xinhai Revolution, the Green Gang established the "Chinese Progressive Association" in Shanghai. In 1913, they were hired by Yuan Shikai to assassinate Song Jiaoren. From 1920 to 1930, their power rapidly expanded, forming five major factions: Renshe, Rongshe, Hengshe, Xingzhongxuehui (Revive China Society), and Jiangbei Gang. Key figures included Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin, known as the "Three Tycoons."

Some Green Gang leaders colluded with warlords and politicians, recruiting numerous followers, dominating their areas, operating casinos and brothels, trafficking drugs, kidnapping and extorting, and dividing the spoils among themselves. Some used their amassed wealth to invest in industry and commerce. These individuals were arrogant, lawless, and harmful to the local community.

In 1927, the Green Gang was used by Chiang Kai-shek to participate in the April 12th Counter-Revolutionary Massacre. They lured Wang Shouhua, the chairman of the Shanghai General Labor Union, to Du Yuesheng's home and murdered him. They also instructed thugs to impersonate workers and launch attacks on the Shanghai Workers' Pickets from the foreign concessions. During the Anti-Japanese War, Japanese intelligence agencies also used the Green Gang to carry out traitorous activities.

Currently, the Green Gang's main branch is in Taiwan, where it has established the "Chinese Anqin Association," and many military, police, and entertainment figures are members. Internationally, the Green Gang also has considerable influence, comparable to the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan, the Italian Mafia, and the Tomahawk in Russia. However, the Green Gang has always been relatively mysterious, and few know about it. Whether in its past or present, the Green Gang's structure is quite clear: those who mingle in the underworld are called "masters," and those who practice Buddhism are called "Buddhists."

The term "master" does not refer to a wandering magician, but rather someone who wholeheartedly uses their skills and family traditions to establish themselves in society. Those who wish to enter the gate of Zen must first experience all things, understanding the suffering of birth, aging, ignorance, and death in the human world, before they can achieve enlightenment and enter the Zen gate to cultivate themselves.

This is the "Three Gates and Three Keys" in the teachings of the founder of the Qing Gang. One must experience life through these three stages to attain great wisdom. Therefore, one must first master

the skills before entering Zen, proceeding step by step, not all at once. This is why the Qing Gang is even ridiculed by other gangs as the "Old Men's Gang." Many people say that there are no real underworld forces in China because, under one-party rule, there is no room for the development of organized crime. But this is far from the truth. Chinese gangs have a longer history than any other gang in the world; they have simply gone underground, and most people are unaware of their existence. Gangs like the Hongmen, Qing Gang, and White Lotus Sect are far more than just "gangs." Their members are deeply embedded in all walks of life—political giants, military leaders, business tycoons, ordinary citizens, and the general public.

In short, no one truly knows how many members they have. In fact, this very point is crucial to their continued existence. Even a nation wouldn't easily act against them without absolute certainty of complete eradication, for doing so would come with the risk of incurring all possible consequences! Yang Fan only learned of Liu Rufeng's identity as the heir to the Green Gang when Liu Rufeng left.

He simply hadn't considered himself connected to an organization like the Green Gang, hence his reluctance to mention it. However, this trip via Hong Kong would inevitably involve him with the Hongmen, and given his near-falling out with Yagyu Saburo, using the latter's name to travel to Japan was no longer appropriate. With the Green Gang's international influence, finding a suitable identity for himself would be incredibly easy. For these two reasons, Yang Fan approached Liu Rufeng again! The Hongmen and the Green Gang were essentially one entity; with Liu Rufeng's status as the Green Gang's heir, a single word from him could have a significant impact. This was beyond doubt.

Sure enough, after Yang Fan clearly explained his purpose to Liu Rufeng, Liu Rufeng immediately guaranteed it and set a time to depart. As for the current situation in Hong Kong, the Guardian Dragons, the Japanese Consortium, and the local gangs are all entangled, making a mess of the city. Yang Fan, the envoy, has no time to concern himself with it.

Furthermore, since he killed Fan Jiao of the Heroes Alliance, the Pro-British Alliance will likely not let it go. Therefore, Hong Kong is no longer a place to linger. Although Yang Fan is eager to see the Heroes Alliance's experts, his intuition tells him that he might encounter them again during his trip to Japan…

With the matter settled, he should relax. Liu Rufeng hosted a banquet for Yang Fan and his companions at the most famous hotel in Hong Kong, the Hong Kong Restaurant. As a result, they ate very little food but drank a lot of wine. That night, many people got drunk…

The next day, Yang Fan had just gotten up and arrived at the hotel lobby, preparing to go for a walk, when he inadvertently heard someone calling him.

“I don’t know anyone in Hong Kong,” he asked

, somewhat puzzled. Yang Fan couldn't resist his curiosity and glanced in the direction that had called him. That one glance froze him in place, rendering him completely immobile.

"What? You don't recognize me after just a few days?"

Shen Ruolan jogged a short distance, her breathing slightly rapid. She had to take a deep breath between sentences to speak clearly. A bead of sweat trickled down her broad, bright forehead, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. She dragged her luggage in one hand and clung to Yang Fan's arm with the other, seemingly afraid he would leave.

Unexpectedly, this slightly joking greeting stirred Shen Ruolan's sensitive, girlish heart. She jerked her arms away, letting go of his arm. As she flung aside her cumbersome luggage, her eyelashes trembled, and two large tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I know… I knew all along… What I did would make you despise me… but I just couldn't control myself… I wanted to come find you! How could you be so heartless, not coming to see me for so long, not even a phone call?"

Yang Fan panicked instantly. Shen Ruolan's tears… Shen Ruolan's self-pitying outpouring, her genuine emotions, all tugged at Yang Fan's heart, making him feel as if he were committing a crime!

"Sweetie, don't cry... I didn't mean it..."

He frantically pulled out a tissue, but before he could hand it over, Shen Ruolan snatched it from his hand. Wiping away her tears, she continued to sob, "Waaah... You did it on purpose... You did it on purpose!"

A beautiful, delicate woman, dragging a bag of luggage, stood before a seemingly ordinary man, crying so heartbrokenly. Such a scene easily provokes indignation.

Soon, a well-dressed, refined man rushed over, pointed at Yang Fan's nose, and launched into a lecture: "Sir, what you're doing is wrong! Women are meant to be pampered and loved. How can you bully such a delicate woman in broad daylight?"

Yang Fan glanced at the man, unable to suppress his annoyance. He said calmly, "My two wives have a small disagreement, which we are currently resolving. How come, in your words, it's as if I'm bullying my wife?"

The repeated use of "husband and wife" and "my wife" made Shen Ruolan, who was covering her face but whose ears were perked up, feel her heart race, her mouth dry, embarrassed, and shy, yet also couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Upon hearing Yang Fan's words, the refined man felt a little awkward. He had originally thought that even if the two were close, they were just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, or at most, dating. But judging from their demeanor, there was likely some conflict. This should have been a golden opportunity for him, but who would have thought…

Glancing at Shen Ruolan, whose head was bowed and who was still sobbing slightly, the refined man suddenly felt boundless courage. As the saying goes, "A crown can be thrown into a rage for a beauty," and even though this beauty had nothing to do with him, he still couldn't help but stand up for her.

"Sir, I don't think so, do I? This young lady is so young, and so... beautiful! You say this young lady is your wife, why doesn't she admit it? Besides... with your looks and character, I'm afraid you're not quite good enough for this young lady, are you?"

This was utterly provocative. Making subjective assumptions was one thing, but to add insult to injury with such harsh words was simply a case of having nothing better to do than wearing a dubious hat in public. He was born to be beaten!

Although Shen Ruolan was a very famous star in mainland China, in Hong Kong, where everyone was a star, very few people knew her. Take this man, for example; although he thought Shen Ruolan was very beautiful, he never considered her a star. Little did he know that even a third-rate star in Hong Kong was surrounded by several, even dozens, of bodyguards, as if they were afraid people wouldn't know they were celebrities.

Yang Fan couldn't help but sneer. He simply ignored this annoying fly. He pulled Shen Ruolan into his arms, calling out affectionately, "My dear wife, see? I told you we shouldn't have made a scene in the street! Now people are starting to doubt our relationship. If we keep going like this, someone might even call the police and say I kidnapped her..."

"Pfft!"

Shen Ruolan finally stopped crying, bursting into laughter through her tears. Her laughter, like pear blossoms in the spring sunshine, was indescribably beautiful and captivating, dazzling the eyes of the large crowd around them.

"My God...a fairy!"

"Dad, come see the goddess!"

"I'm dead...I'm dead...I'm sure I'll have a wet dream tonight..."...

A variety of screams reached Shen Ruolan's ears, quickly flushing her face.

"Yang Fan, let's go quickly, it's so noisy here!"

Completely ignored, utterly ignored... From beginning to end, the beauty he admired hadn't even glanced at him. Mr. Wenya felt as if his heart had been thrown from the top of a skyscraper. He felt neither up nor down, utterly empty and miserable.

Yang Fan glanced at the refined man, intending to utter a sarcastic remark, but seeing his dejected appearance, he knew the man had suffered enough. So, he didn't press the matter further, putting one arm around Shen Ruolan's slender waist and dragging their luggage with the other, pushing through the crowd.

It wasn't until Yang Fan and Shen Ruolan had walked quite a distance that the refined man finally snapped out of his suffocating state of mind. He looked around. The once bustling crowd had vanished like birds. The beauty he had fallen for at first sight was nowhere to be found…

"I will never give up! Any woman I, Han Tianfang, have set my sights on will not escape my grasp!" Leaving

aside Han Tianfang's efforts to find Shen Ruolan, let's talk about Yang Fan and Shen Ruolan returning to the hotel. Seeing Nalan Qingcheng and Zhenzi, Shen Ruolan became incredibly jealous, insisting on booking another room.

Seeing Yang Fan chase after her, Nalan Qingcheng smiled knowingly and couldn't help but say to Zhenzi, "She looks quite noble. I didn't expect her to be so thirsty, yet she's too ashamed to come to us. What a hypocrite!"

Zhenzi's mouth dropped open, staring at Nalan Qingcheng in disbelief. "Sister Qingcheng, it's not as exaggerated as you say, is it? I think that sister is just jealous, not thirsty!"

Chapter 580 [Peach Blossoms in Full Bloom]

Nalan Qingcheng, with the air of someone who's been through it all, solemnly said to Zhenzi, "Zhenzi, you're still young and don't understand these things. Between men and women, to put it bluntly, it's about the fusion of body and soul for love to exist! Do you know what the fusion of body and soul means?"

Zhenzi obediently shook her head, only to hear a bold declaration she would never forget: "The so-called fusion of body and soul means that you're happy, I'm happy, everyone's happy. Ultimately, it still requires intercourse!"

"Uh..."

Sadako blushed and smiled, lowering her head with a resentful look, thinking, "You stinky young master, you bad young master! I've let you touch me so many times, why can't you let me have a physical and spiritual union too?"

"Cheek~" Although Sadako's voice was very soft, how could Nalan Qingcheng not hear it? However, it was precisely because she heard Sadako's whisper that she was speechless.

In an instant, she couldn't help but feel a very strange feeling rising in her heart, as if she was tricking an innocent girl into committing a crime, as if she was putting her in a fire pit...

On the other side, Shen Ruolan opened a new guest room and tried to close the door as soon as she entered. However, Yang Fan blocked her with one foot, preventing her from doing so.

With a soft snort, Shen Ruolan simply didn't close the door, twisted her waist, sat down on the sofa angrily, and turned her face away, refusing to look at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan dragged his luggage into the room and casually closed the door. He looked at Shen Ruolan with a half-smile and said, "Tsk tsk! Big stars are really something else, quite the temper. Alright, my dear Ruolan, what's got you so angry about this time?"

"You..."

Shen Ruolan was truly angry. The grievances in her heart were more turbulent than the Yangtze River bursting its banks or the Yellow River overflowing its banks. She was a top-tier star, the apple of the Shen family's eye—what a noble status she held! Just because she missed him, because she loved him, she had even abandoned all womanly restraint, rushing to Hong Kong to find him. And after seeing him, all she felt was a pang of jealousy. And this was how he treated her! Shen Ruolan's full chest heaved, but even so, she couldn't vent her anger.

"It seems… I shouldn't have come here!"

After her initial rage, Shen Ruolan suddenly felt a chill in her heart. Why was she doing this? What was she hoping to gain? Had she come all this way just to hear him say, "You have quite a temper"?

The same "Ruolan" that Shen Ruolan had initially heard evoked warmth, shyness, and sweetness, now sounded only mockery, ridicule, and bitterness.

Yang Fan was shocked. He quickly realized that his attitude might have hurt Shen Ruolan's feelings. If it were any other woman, this wouldn't be a problem at all. However, Shen Ruolan's unique identity made her exceptionally sensitive. The reason was simple: she also had another identity—Yang Fan's sister-in-law! Because of Shen Ruoxi, Shen Ruolan already had a lot of psychological pressure in this matter. After all, Yang'er was her nominal brother-in-law, which, to put it bluntly, raised suspicions of incest. The fact that she came here was already a huge burden, and now, with Yang'er's words, she couldn't help but feel even more anxious and insecure.

"Oh…are you angry?"

Yang Fan dropped his luggage and pounced on her, his hands aiming straight for Shen Ruolan's armpits.

Shen Ruolan wanted to give Yang Fan a cold shoulder to make him pay more attention to her. But under Yang Fan's skillful attack, even her anger quickly dissipated, let alone her attempt to show a cold shoulder.

"This shouldn't be... If I give in so easily, he might never respect me again!"

Shen Ruolan gasped as she dealt with Yang Fan's predatory advances, racking her brains for a solution. The difficulty of this situation was unimaginable.

"I'm sorry, my dear Ruolan, come here, give me a kiss. Don't be angry, okay?"

"No... um..."

Shen Ruolan was startled when she heard Yang Fan want to kiss her. She struggled a few times, trying to break free from his embrace, but to no avail. Her rosy lips were easily taken.

With her lips occupied, Shen Ruolan could barely maintain her senses, but then, when her breasts and buttocks were each grasped by a demonic hand, she could no longer remain conscious. Having not tasted love for many years, Shen Ruolan had even forgotten how a woman should react in this situation. She could only passively respond to Yang Fan, her body stiff, her hands and feet helpless, utterly inexperienced.

Her allure was a delicate blend of resistance and shyness, a beauty stirred by passion, utterly captivating. No foreplay was needed; Yang Fan was already rock hard, but he knew... now wasn't the time.

His hand slipped under her clothes, no longer pacing, and touched her bra. With a gentle flick and hook, a soft "pop" was heard, and the seemingly secure entrance to her breasts opened.

Beneath the pale pink bra, two soft, white, and smooth mounds appeared, enough to stir the heart with a single glance, and to touch them would be even more ecstatic. This irresistible temptation left Yang Fan with no hesitation, swiftly and precisely squeezing one of her breasts.

"Uh...ah..." A soft moan, indescribable in its sensation, expressed both Shen Ruolan's conflicted emotions and her eagerness for what was about to happen.

Stimulated by this, Yang Fan's right hand, which had been exploring Shen Ruolan's ample buttocks, also slipped down, passing under her skirt and pinching the tips of her buttocks that could drown a man. The softness of her breasts and the plumpness of her buttocks each

offered boundless pleasure in his hands. For a moment, Yang Fan was unable to choose, pinching one side and then the other, comparing them back and forth for a long time, unable to decide which side to touch first. While Yang Fan was still hesitant to make his next move, Shen Ruolan couldn't suppress the stimulation of her desire and couldn't help but tremble slightly. This trembling was significant; her waist only turned slightly, but her breasts and buttocks trembled powerfully, giving the impression that she had unintentionally twisted her waist, inadvertently giving Yang Fan a treat.

Receiving this obvious hint, Yang Fan immediately realized that he seemed to be moving too slowly, so he stuck out his tongue and gently licked her lips, telling her not to rush.

His hands, however, had made up their minds, focusing their attack on her buttocks. Both hands moved down simultaneously, one on her buttock cheek and the other on her buttock cleft. The hand on her buttocks caressed, pinched, kneaded, and rubbed, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, merely to satisfy Yang Fan's own sensory stimulation. But the other hand on her buttocks hooked, pulled, flicked, and tapped, making a show of force, but ultimately to let her experience the ultimate pleasure.

Different women often have different erogenous zones. However, relatively consistent areas often cluster below the ears, on the sides of the neck, on the chest, and in the buttock crease. Of course, there's also the fleeting G-spot.

It's said that the G-spot is fleeting because it's elusive. Ordinary people often equate the clitoris with the G-spot, which is a misconception. While some women's clitorises may be sensitive, for most women, the sensation is average, at most equivalent to sexual stimulation. The

true G-spot is often hidden inside the vulva, about three to five centimeters behind the entrance, sometimes above, sometimes below. Different women often have different G-spots; it's not uncommon for some women's G-spot to be above the clitoris.

Yang Fan focused his efforts on Shen Ruolan's buttocks because he knew her ample figure had a dense network of erogenous zones, which he thought might yield some unexpected results.

However, after some caressing, he failed to achieve the desired effect. While Shen Ruolan was somewhat aroused, it was merely arousal; she was far from being truly aroused. Realizing he might have chosen the wrong direction, Yang Fan changed his focus and touched Shen Ruolan's breasts.

Admittedly, these breasts might not be firm, but they were undeniably the softest, roundest, and easiest to squeeze he had ever seen. From the sides to the tips, Yang Fan touched every part of them. But the result… he was still disappointed! The stimulation was still insufficient!

"How could this be? Could it be that she doesn't like gentle methods?"

Recalling his interactions with Shen Ruolan, Yang Fan gradually pieced together some clues, though not very clear, but at least better than being a blind man leading a blind horse.

Accustomed to controlling her actions with calm thinking, accustomed to having everything under control, accustomed to suppressing her desires… such a woman… A thought flashed through Yang Fan's mind. He leaned back slightly and glanced at Shen Ruolan in his arms.

Sure enough, although her face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her body was supple, there was still a calm light flickering in her eyes, and this… was precisely what he had been overlooking!

"No wonder!"

Yang Fan finally understood why he had felt somewhat unable to continue at the most crucial moment last time. The reason wasn't with him, but with the woman in his arms whose reason always overwhelmed everything, overwhelmed even the stimulation of her senses!

"Since that's the case, then I'll have to use a surprise move!"

Yang Fan chuckled to himself, pulled out a hand, aimed at Shen Ruolan's plump buttocks, and slapped her hard.

"You… what are you doing?"

Strangely, along with the pain, an unprecedented stimulating sensation jolted her. Perhaps attracted by this sensation, Shen Ruolan cried out, but her voice was extremely soft.

So, without hesitation, Yang Fan slapped her a few more times.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three blows landed on the same spot in quick succession. The reason for not changing the location was that the more force applied to the same spot, the more painful it would be, and after the pain subsided, the more sensitive it would become!

"Ugh..."

After being hit several times by Yang Fan, the clarity in Shen Ruolan's eyes began to fade without her realizing it.

Yang Fan secretly glanced at her and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased: Just as I expected! Although hitting someone through several layers of medical equipment was painful, it was ultimately not as satisfying as skin-to-skin contact. So, without waiting for Shen Ruolan's instructions, Yang Fan pulled down her skirt and gently shook it, letting her long skirt flutter down to the ground.

Underneath the white skirt was a pair of light pink panties. These panties were quite unique; at first glance, they looked like they were made up of many tiny white raindrops, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that those so-called dots were actually perforated holes! That dazzling whiteness was actually an illusion created by her alluring skin! "These little white dots are actually skin?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Seriously? So white. Isn't that a bit too much? A little incredulous, Yang Fan gently poked the little white dot on Shen Ruolan's light pink panties with his finger.

Very moist, very damp—this was the real feel of skin, something no fabric, however fine, could replicate. Stimulated by this perfect skin, Yang Fan's lust surged, and he roughly ripped off Shen Ruolan's panties. Since wolves are generally not gentle, and can even be described as rough, most women don't like men who are more like wolves, but… not all! At least, Shen Ruolan's reaction encouraged Yang Fan.

Look at her slightly furrowed brows, her slightly bitten red lips, her slender, white hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. She seemed helpless, but… her eyes, as if veiled in mist, betrayed her true thoughts: at this moment, she was enjoying herself!

"Gulp!"

Yang Fan, who had never seen Her Majesty the Queen like this before, couldn't help but swallow hard. He thought to himself, "No wonder the ancients came up with the word 'eager lust' to describe how a man is when he encounters a woman. Right now, I'm really eager!"

After pulling down half of Shen Ruolan's light pink panties, Yang Fan lost patience and couldn't take them off any further. You see, he used to really enjoy this kind of thing. However, what Yang Fan wanted to do most now was to feel Shen Ruolan's ample bosom. He wanted to be the first to know when the spring river warmed. But touching had little effect on Shen Ruolan, so Yang Fan's real method was to slap her.

One slap, two slaps, three or four slaps. Clear red handprints landed on Shen Ruolan's fair and plump buttocks, creating a strong visual contrast.

Actually, Yang Fan didn't hit her very hard at first. But he found that hitting her less hard actually made the mist in Shen Ruolan's eyes fade. Gradually, her eyes became clear. In a moment of urgency... He simply applied more force, leaving a bright red palm print. Surprisingly, this turned out to be a lucky coincidence; after a soft moan, Shen Ruolan's eyes were moist enough to drip water.

Yang Fan had finally found the knack. The harder he thrust, the more exciting Shen Ruolan's reaction became. Tiny drops of moisture dripped onto her light pink panties. Needless to say, this flowing fluid naturally came from the place where peach blossoms bloomed…

If he weren't worried about hurting Shen Ruolan with too much force, Yang Fan would have really wanted to test her limits.

Everything was ready. Only the final touch was needed. Yang Fan took off his clothes, preparing to consummate their marriage, when a thought surged up: "Pain can excite her so much, does she, like Qingcheng… also prefer anal sex?"

Chapter 581 [A Feast for the Eyes]

"Bad man!"

Although Shen Ruolan was extremely willing to unite with Yang Fan, she couldn't convince herself to deliver herself to his door. Originally, she thought that since he had made things this way, she could just half-heartedly accept it.

But who would have thought? At this crucial moment, just as she was bracing herself for the intrusion, that damned guy suddenly froze!

Shen Ruolan naturally assumed that the bad guy was playing tricks, trying to make her say things like "I'm begging," "I'm surrendering," or even something shameful…

"No. Absolutely not! Even… even if I do it myself, it's better than saying those things…"

As the ruler of a country, if she were to kneel before a man and sing "Conquer," uttering words more lewd than those of porn actresses, it would likely leave a lasting psychological scar.

Thinking this way, Shen Ruolan decided to take the initiative and push forward, completely forgetting that her light pink panties had only reached her knees. Her sudden movement caused her to stumble and nearly fall.

Yang Fan caught her, but seeing her overcome with shame, she dared not raise her head again.

What a joke. Let alone a female celebrity, even an ordinary woman would feel ashamed to be rejected and nearly tripped after making advances in such a situation.

However, Yang Fan was suddenly struck by a glimpse of something else: a woman with light pink panties hanging above her knees, staggering and falling into his arms, looked incredibly beautiful. It was as if he were seducing a respectable young woman.

Yang Fan felt ashamed of even having such thoughts, but his actions showed no remorse. He naturally moved behind Shen Ruolan, lifted her skirt, and pressed his genitals against her buttocks.

Although Shen Ruolan looked shy, she still grabbed her panties, preparing to take them off, but Yang Fan grabbed her hand. He said, "No need to take them off, just leave them on like this, it's fine!" Shen Ruolan

was utterly shocked, but dared not turn around to look at Yang Fan. She could only pinch Yang Fan's pubic hair with her fingernails and gently twist it.

"You big bad guy! You just like to bully people!"

Yang Fan chuckled, rubbing his hand against her incredibly soft buttocks a couple of times to calm his murderous intent. Without further hesitation, he pushed down, easily passing through the gate along the Red River Valley and strolling into the Peach Blossom Spring. "

You ask when I will return, but there is no set date; the autumn rain in Bashan swells the pond at night.

When will we trim the candle by the west window together, and talk

of the night rain in Bashan?" The night rain was continuous, a continuous tapestry without ceasing. While it was easy for Yang Fan to go in, it was much harder to come out. Moreover, each time he withdrew, it caused a torrent of water, soaking Shen Ruolan's panties above her knees.

He had originally wanted to show off his "nine shallow, one deep" technique, but unexpectedly, he could only pull out more than halfway; the tip seemed stuck inside. He couldn't get out any further.

Several attempts to retreat failed, instead arousing the suction within Shen Ruolan's body, causing Yang Fan to involuntarily push in again. After several attempts, Yang Fan found a rather unconventional way to play.

He would thrust forward a few times, then pull back sharply, causing Shen Ruolan to gasp lightly a few times, then gasp sharply. When she gasped, he would suddenly increase his force, slamming into her body.

This combination of forces naturally gave Shen Ruolan immense stimulation; the water that was about to overflow was further disrupted, causing a backflow of water.

When he exerted force again, there were continuous "plop! plop!"

sounds, the result of the backflow of water and the air inside Shen Ruolan's body acting simultaneously.

If you asked Yang Fan how he felt, his answer would probably only be five words: "Very slippery, very comfortable!"

Shen Ruolan, on the other hand, felt somewhat ashamed of her performance. With her limited experience in sex, this was something she had never experienced before.

The feeling was like that of a beggar who had never eaten a full meal. After a week of starvation, on the verge of death, she was suddenly treated to a feast of raw seafood. The result of this gluttonous meal was that Shen Ruolan felt she was going to die… or rather, bloated to death…

“Wait…wait a minute!”

The impact from behind grew increasingly violent, as if she were floating in the clouds. Shen Ruolan felt she needed to stop temporarily, to calm herself down, otherwise…she really would die.

Yang Fan stopped as instructed. But his hands didn't remain still. He continued to caress her plump buttocks. The tender white skin was covered in handprints, which actually had a wicked beauty, so much so that Yang Fan found it hard to resist.

After the initial intense pain, Shen Ruolan's buttocks had become extremely sensitive, and being touched like this now made her tremble uncontrollably.

“No…not there either!”

Shen Ruolan reached back and grabbed Yang Fan's arms. She wanted to stop him from continuing his wanton defilement, but how could he obey?

"You won't let me move down here, and you won't let me move up there either. Are you trying to suffocate me?" At this crucial moment, how can you just endure it? Yang Fan's eyes darted around, and he came up with a wicked idea. He agreed verbally, but slowly withdrew, saying, "Let's rest for a bit, then we'll play the second half."

Shen Ruolan didn't think much of it, thinking: a temporary rest is fine. But unexpectedly, Yang Fan was stuck halfway back at the top, unable to move.

"I... stop messing around... didn't we agree to rest for a bit, then play the second half? You're gripping so tightly, how can I get away?"

As soon as Yang Fan said this, Shen Ruolan was dumbfounded. She hadn't used any force at all! It was clearly a natural muscle reaction! But who would believe her now?

Shen Ruolan remained silent, and Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, now having a reason to press even harder.

"I... what do you think we should do now?"

His tone softened, his attitude became more amiable, and he still adopted a "you decide everything" attitude. It has to be said, Yang Fan was really wicked. He was putting Shen Ruolan on the hot seat! And the kind where she knew she was about to be roasted, yet had no reason to refuse.

"I... you..."

Shen Ruolan was somewhat flustered. Their relationship had reached this point; normally, she could have just half-heartedly agreed, but at this crucial moment, she expressed her desire to stop the competition, which angered Yang Fan.

No one would have thought that, after so long without intimacy, her body had become so sensitive. But she couldn't bring herself to say such a reason openly. The more she thought about it, the more helpless she felt she had no better solution. Her mind became more chaotic, her heart more tense, and her muscles tensed even more.

Unexpectedly, this benefited Yang Fan, allowing him to experience a pleasure he had never felt before. How to describe it? Let's use an analogy. An ordinary woman is like dried tofu. Ordinary dishes are just okay. They're chewy, but they don't leave a deep impression.

A beautiful woman is like braised tofu—good-looking, chewy, and flavorful; you want to eat her again and again. A top-quality woman is like roast beef—good-looking, not easy to find, but once you taste her, the smooth, delicious flavor makes you want to swallow your tongue.

But the feeling Yang Fan got from Shen Ruolan far surpassed all of the above. Moreover, her incredibly beautiful body seemed limitless; the longer he was in contact with her, the more wonderful it felt.

Before, Yang Fan felt like he was eating a delicacy, a wonderful taste he thought he would never forget. Little did he expect that as Shen Ruolan's muscles began to tense, he felt like he was eating abalone, and the kind with a very low head count, less than four heads!

So, while Shen Ruolan was overwhelmed with emotion, her mind filled with the question, "What should I do?" Yang Fan, however, gritted his teeth, desperately enjoying himself while controlling his expression, not letting his pleasure show on his face.

Perhaps this is the difference between women and men; just a moment ago, Shen Ruolan was writhing on the crest of desire, her mind in turmoil, completely ignoring the intense physical stimulation. So much so that while Yang Fan was practically bursting with pleasure, Shen Ruolan was still wondering, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, "What should I do?"

After a period of intense pleasure, Yang Fan finally noticed this problem. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Could it be that she's the kind of woman whose pain and pleasure nerves are connected? If she doesn't feel pain, she won't feel pleasure?"

If the timing weren't so bad, Yang Fan would have had the urge to try it out.

"Well… how about we finish the second half first, then talk about resting?"

Shen Ruolan forced back the humiliating shame she felt, uttering these words.

Perhaps this was the constraint imposed by one's status. If it were any other woman beside Yang Fan, they probably wouldn't have felt humiliated... But then again, if they were in that situation, they probably wouldn't have expressed a desire to stop halfway through either.

Yang Fan clearly realized this. If he couldn't break this shackle in Shen Ruolan's heart, he couldn't truly win her heart. In that case, their relationship wouldn't be love, but at most a illicit affair. In that case, Shen Ruoxi would forever remain a dead end in Shen Ruolan's heart, an unsolvable regret...

After a few thoughts, Yang Fan plopped down on the sofa. He did this to rest, as standing for so long was tiring. But it must be said that his real purpose... was yet to come!

Because of their physical connection, as Yang Fan sat down, Shen Ruolan was pulled by gravity and involuntarily fell heavily into his arms.

This fall was quite something; the little thing inside Shen Ruolan's body wasn't pulled out, but instead burrowed even deeper.

For a fleeting moment, Her Majesty even thought that the place where she had conceived Yue Ningshuang had been pierced, and that her soul had floated out of her head...

This mysterious feeling was truly indescribable. At this moment, Shen Ruolan's thoughts were rather strange: "No wonder the Chinese folklore of immortals and magic always mentions bedroom arts, and always uses such mysterious and profound terms to describe them.

And Yang Fan's feeling is different. Having a part of his body inside a woman's body isn't a big deal for Yang Fan. But the problem is, he's never experienced having a part of his body inside a woman's body with a lot of air and fluids remaining inside. Even worse... because of the tight connection, the fluids and air inside couldn't escape at all.

Therefore, under the influence of gravity..." As she fell heavily, the previously tranquil air and fluids within her body suddenly erupted into chaos.

Yang Fan became the scapegoat for this furious combination of energy and fluids. He felt his manhood being relentlessly rubbed raw by the scorching air, and to make matters worse, he had to endure the agonizing pain of being struck by droplets of water, like bouncy balls.

To call all these sensations pain wouldn't be entirely accurate. It was more like a bittersweet experience!

Of course, pain was a very small part; pleasure was the dominant theme. However, since he wanted to shatter the shackles in Shen Ruolan's heart, Yang Fan could only act in reverse… showcasing more pain and very little pleasure… very little…

In truth, Shen Ruolan was vaguely aware of it. Most women aren't fully aware of the fluids their bodies secrete, but in a situation like hers, with such strong secretions and fluids splattering everywhere, even the most oblivious would notice. After a blissful, almost mystical, moment, Shen Ruolan couldn't help but steal a glance back at Yang Fan. Just then, Yang Fan promptly displayed his pain and… strangeness.

Shen Ruolan naturally wondered: Had she hurt him by sitting so hard… and were those droplets on her body…?

Yang Fan observed Shen Ruolan's expression and felt a surge of secret pleasure. He had intended for her to misunderstand, and her expression clearly told him: he had achieved his goal!

"Yang Fan… I'm sorry…"

Shen Ruolan apologized to Yang Fan in a low voice, deeply ashamed. This was absolutely a first for her, both as Princess Ni Chang on the surface and as Her Majesty the Queen in reality.

Hearing Shen Ruolan's shameful apology, and considering her princess status, would make any man feel incredibly satisfied. Yang Fan, naturally, was no exception.

To further shatter the shackles in her heart, Yang Fan couldn't show his satisfaction; he simply made a muffled "hmm" to acknowledge it.

Shen Ruolan hadn't expected her first apology to have such a result. For a moment, she wanted to turn on him. But upon reflection, if she were in his shoes and treated the same way… she probably wouldn't have reacted as well as Yang Fan. Shen Ruolan convinced herself, and thus, she decided to further lower her stance…

Chapter 582 [Lasting Forever]

"Yang Fan, please stop! I… I know I was wrong… I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request!"

Some say that the relationship between men and women is like a seesaw; if one side sinks, the other will rise. This speaks to the mindset between men and women. Inevitably, Yang Fan also felt a little carried away.

This, in a way, is the biggest difference between Shen Ruolan and Yue Ningshuang. Shen Ruolan is a decisive person; having decided to bow down to Yang Fan, she naturally did so thoroughly. It was precisely because of her thoroughness that Yang Fan felt a particular sense of conquest.

"Oh,"

Yang Fan responded coolly, a reply to Shen Ruolan's apology.

Shen Ruolan, however, seemed encouraged, saying in a slightly cheerful tone, "So, you're willing to forgive me? Yang Fan!"

************* Yang Fan couldn't help but widen his eyes, thinking: This little vixen really knows how to seize an opportunity. Should I forgive her? No! What if she asks me to stop at a crucial moment?

"Can you guarantee... you'll never do anything like asking me to stop at a critical moment again?"

The word "like" is very important. What constitutes "like" relates to the right of interpretation. And whoever holds that right will undoubtedly be on the higher side of the seesaw!

Shen Ruolan hadn't thought that far ahead; she knew. Being suddenly asked to stop when things are at their most enjoyable is never a pleasant experience for anyone. Therefore, she easily convinced herself. On this issue, she took the initiative to apologize and soften her stance.

"I promise. This will never happen again!"

Shen Ruolan raised three fingers, her body slightly turned, looking at Yang Fan with a serious expression.

If a reporter were to witness this scene, their jaw would likely drop in astonishment. Who is Shen Ruolan? A top mainland singer! A queen of pop! Who has ever heard of Shen Ruolan, the so-called queen of love songs

, apologizing to someone? Absolute rationality, procedural calmness, and diamond-like toughness—these are the three halos surrounding Shen Ruolan. Now, someone has actually managed to make Shen Ruolan voluntarily shed her halo, apologizing gently like an ordinary woman. This man… is destined to become someone others look up to!

A queen of love songs apologizing to someone is certainly a rare sight. Even rarer is… that she did this while already physically connected with a man! Having

had his fill of pleasure, Yang Fan knew that continuing would inevitably cause a backlash. Therefore, he used his fingers to lift Shen Ruolan's chin. He chuckled, "Seeing how sincere you are, I forgive you!"

"Ugh!"

Shen Ruolan was really uncomfortable with someone lifting her chin, especially with a man looking at her like that. Especially… this man was Yang Fan!

Feeling the beauty in his hands trying to break free, a very peculiar emotion welled up inside Yang Fan.

It was an emotion completely different from the pleasure of an orgasm, but without a doubt, it was also a very pleasurable emotion. To prolong this feeling, Yang Fan couldn't resist lightly kissing Shen Ruolan's earlobe, teasingly saying, "Sweetie, what's annoying about me? It's this part that's annoying…"

As he spoke, Yang Fan caressed Shen Ruolan's ample breasts. Then, Yang Fan rotated his hips, performing a Thomas full twist on a part of his body.

It must be said that the Thomas full twist is a very physically demanding movement, especially since Yang Fan had to keep his legs engaged, his hips raised, and maintain a certain distance from the sofa. After completing this series of movements… Yang Fan finally let out a long breath and said, "Is it still more annoying here?"

Shen Ruolan was speechless at this point. The waves of pleasure in her breasts were manageable; she could control herself with her willpower and not make those shameful sounds. But the Thomas full rotation that Yang Fan followed up with was just too much! Was that an action a woman could resist? Such superb skill had long transcended the realm of bedroom arts; it had reached the height of absolute art!

So, Shen Ruolan, very much in line with the trend, let out suppressed moans. She didn't hear what Yang Fan was saying at all.

Yang Fan, half smug and half showing off, held Shen Ruolan's delicate body with one hand. He originally thought that

even if he didn't get a coquettish eye roll from Shen Ruolan for saying "Is it still more annoying here?", he would at least get an infinitely charming and seductive "I hate it." Who would have thought... he guessed the result, but not the ending.

Shen Ruolan was actually lost in the spiraling pleasure, completely stimulated and lost in it. Yang Fan's efforts were all in vain. Annoyed,

Yang Fan grabbed Shen Ruolan's breast and bit down hard, stimulating her pain receptors before saying, "Ni Chang, were you even listening to me?"

"Ah...uh...you were talking to me?"

Shen Ruolan snapped out of her daze for a moment, glancing at Yang Fan with her teary eyes. Then, as if discovering a new continent, she proactively embraced her full, plump breasts, pressing them against Yang Fan's lips, and said unusually proactively, "That felt so strange, can we do it again?"

"You..."

Yang Fan choked on his words, rolling his eyes. But he quickly understood: wasn't this exactly what he wanted? Why? Others were acting out his script, yet he was unhappy? Was it because he didn't find it challenging enough?

Seemingly grasping his own feelings, Yang Fan nodded to himself with a sense of realization. He had a new idea for what to do next.

Yang Fan, holding Shen Ruolan's buttocks, lifted her up. Worried she might fall, she instinctively reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Little did she know, this played right into his calculations.

"Hmph...why learn kung fu? Isn't the point of learning kung fu to have other uses? What's so special about mastering stances and waist control? Watch me..."

As Yang Fan pondered his next move, he held Shen Ruolan's buttocks, tossing her high and low, causing her to scream repeatedly. He, meanwhile, leaned against the Queen's beautiful body, practicing his unique, invincible technique around the room.

A fair, soft, beautiful female body hung before him, occasionally being propelled far away by his momentum, only to be pulled back to his side by his strength.

Shen Ruolan's feelings were incredibly complex. At times, it felt like riding a roller coaster, incredibly thrilling yet terrifying. At other times, it felt like walking on the edge of a cliff, one eye seeing an abyss, the other an endless vista.

Screams echoed as waves of pleasure surged through the room. If the hotel hadn't had good soundproofing, other disturbed guests would likely have called the police!

Using gymnastic movements during sex is undoubtedly very physically demanding. If martial arts techniques were used, it would be even more physically demanding. Even with Yang Fan's self-created invincible technique of using the opponent's force against them, it would still exhaust an elephant. Keep in mind... that spear tip was supporting a living person!

Finally, when Yang Fan was drenched in sweat, feeling his strength was more than half depleted, and his body was somewhat dehydrated, Shen Ruolan, who had reached her peak countless times, let out a long scream, her hands slipping as she tried to pull herself down.

Fortunately, Yang Fan reacted quickly, his hands slipping under her armpits and holding her still.

"No..."

Accompanied by Shen Ruolan's extremely weak protest, a liquid of unknown origin poured down her body, the flow and force of which were far beyond what an ordinary waterfall could compare to.

Stimulated by this, Shen Ruolan's muscles contracted violently. Unable to withstand such a grotesque experience, she simply rolled her eyes and pretended to faint.

Yang Fan originally felt he still had ten minutes to go before reaching the firing line, but unexpectedly, his beauty suddenly experienced a squirting orgasm. Although... what she squirted was still highly questionable... the incredibly strong contraction force was undeniable.

So, Yang Fan roared and quickly vibrated over two hundred times... Vibrating over two hundred times in less than a minute, the heat generated was naturally considerable.

Shen Ruolan, who was pretending to be unconscious, couldn't withstand the stimulation of this heat and couldn't help but wake up again. Just then... Yang Fan fired round after round of bullets, directly scalding her so much that she almost fainted again. ...

During the battle, neither Yang Fan nor Shen Ruolan felt anything was amiss. But when the two of them lazily lay on the sofa and reviewed their achievements, they couldn't help but blush.

From the sofa to the carpet, to the coffee table, table legs... in short, wherever they had passed, there wasn't a clean spot; almost all the furniture in the living room was more or less stained with some suspicious liquid.

"How shameful!"

Shen Ruolan couldn't help but close her eyes, unable to bear looking at the battlefield filled with obscenity.

However, after the passion subsided, Shen Ruolan thought of another person: Shen Ruoxi, her sister! Running away to see Yang Fan behind her sister's back was a serious betrayal, and what's more, she had this kind of relationship with Yang Fan. What would her sister do if she found out? How could she bear it? Before seeing Yang Fan, her only thought was to see him; she couldn't care less about anything else. But after seeing Yang Fan, many questions flooded her mind simultaneously…

Yang Fan didn't notice this detail. He was too tired. Appeasing a girl takes mental energy, and lovemaking takes physical energy; now he had both. His mental and physical exhaustion was severe, and what he needed most now was a good rest.

Although Yang Fan desperately needed rest, he didn't immediately fall asleep after his pleasure.

Women are exceptionally sensitive creatures, unable to bear having a man's full attention on them, especially after intimacy, when their minds become incredibly sensitive. If a man is always careless and falls asleep immediately after intimacy, it could very well sow the seeds of a breakup.

A woman during intimacy is vastly different from before and after. There's a saying: before sex, she acts like a lady; in bed, she acts like a virgin; rolling around in bed, she acts like a prostitute; after sex, she acts like a pitiful woman.

In other words, before a man has her, a woman always sees herself as a highly desirable prize… Yes, in reality, a woman treats a man like a donkey, giving him a glimmer of hope but not letting him easily obtain her.

If a man successfully crosses a woman's bottom line and tricks her into bed, in a state of half-hearted resistance, the woman will always ask: "Do you really love me? Will you take responsibility for me?" A good man at this moment might hesitate due to the weight of responsibility or a awakening of reason, and thus abandon all his efforts. The bad man, spouting irresponsible vows, gropes and easily takes advantage of the woman.

Before penetration, she can disguise herself in any form; once inside… all pretense crumbles under the influence of physical urges, revealing her true nature. After a fierce encounter, he'll gain some insight into her true self.

Once the battle is over, she'll weep or sniffle, using every trick in the book to make the man feel she's been cheated while he's gained a huge advantage. Then… her plan to snag a golden opportunity is successfully completed.

But if she encounters an irresponsible bad man… all her tactics become a joke; whether it's bitter or sweet, only she can truly know.

Looking at Shen Ruolan, who was half-turned, staring blankly at her stains in the distance, Yang Fan gently pulled her into his arms, smoothed the stray hairs from her forehead, and said tenderly, "Ruolan, what are you thinking about?" The warmth of his arms around her easily dispelled the unease in Shen Ruolan's heart.

"Even if it's just to enjoy this warmth for a little longer, I can't... mention my sister at this moment!" At that moment, Shen Ruolan made a decision. She leaned softly against Yang Fan's chest and sighed contentedly, "I was thinking, if this moment could last forever... how wonderful that would be?"

There was no doubt that Shen Ruolan truly had this thought at that moment; it was completely from the bottom of her heart.

If she could avoid thinking about the troublesome future, avoid dealing with those complicated relationships, avoid thinking about how to face her sister, how to face her family, she would agree without hesitation, even if she had to give up anything for it.

At this moment, she was truly happy and at peace. How she longed to let go of all her worries and worldly constraints, to live happily with Yang Fan. Although she knew it was impossible… therefore, she could only place her hopes on the unrealistic notion that this moment could last forever…

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