This ti, Yama Hall truly suffered a double loss: not only did they fail to seize the Soul-Controlling Sword, but they also ended up losing their own weapon.
Having dealt with Yama Hall's people, Ye Tianfan returned to the villa once again. At this ti, the man from the Yeqi Club was still slumped in the villa's lobby, gasping heavily. The palm strike Ye Tianfan had landed on his chest monts ago had seriously injured him, almost half of his front ribs were broken. If Ye Tianfan hadn't held back at the last second, he would have been dead by now.
At this mont, seeing Ye Tianfan return, the man's eyes instantly filled with fear. He tried to struggle to stand up, but after two attempts, he still couldn't succeed.
Ye Tianfan walked slowly to the man from the Yeqi Club, squatted down slowly, and stared at him with eyes full of cold intent. He said in a low voice, "I'm sparing your life to send a ssage."
The man looked at Ye Tianfan in horror, his lips trembling, asking in broken Chinese, "What ssage?"
Ye Tianfan suddenly stood up, his sharp eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked down at the man from the Yeqi Club and said, "Go back and tell your Yeqi Club leader that I'm giving him three days to gather his people and get out of China, back to Japan! If not, China will beco the graveyard for your Yeqi Club! Setting foot in China will be the beginning of your Yeqi Club's nightmare!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Tianfan extended two fingers and tapped them lightly on the man's shoulder. Imdiately, a mysterious force spread throughout his body, and the man from the Yeqi Club suddenly felt the intense pain in his chest ease a lot. He quickly struggled to stand up.
"Deliver the ssage, and you can get lost!" Ye Tianfan waved his hand like swatting a fly towards the man from the Yeqi Club.
A trace of viciousness flashed across the man's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and nodded, getting up and walking towards the villa's door. Although Ye Tianfan's words were utterly disrespecting Yeqi Club, an insult to the entire club, people are much more cautious about their lives. There's an old Chinese saying, "As long as the green hills last, there'll always be firewood left to burn." If one can survive, who would willingly go to their death?
Most importantly, there's no point in the Yeqi Club staying, as they couldn't seize the Soul-Controlling Sword, and the allies they gathered for it turned out to be so despicable. This expedition to China was a huge blow to them, with nothing to gain!
After the Yeqi Club man left in embarrassnt, Yan Feishuang struggled to stand up and barely made her way beside Ye Tianfan. Looking at the ghost blade scar on Ye Tianfan's shoulder, she softly asked, "Are you... alright? Is the injury serious? Do you need..."
Before Yan Feishuang finished her sentence, she blacked out and fainted. Ye Tianfan, quick with his eyes and hands, quickly caught Yan Feishuang by her slender waist and held her in his arms, looking at her with eyes full of affection. Her beautiful face, which captivated countless n, was now sowhat pale due to excessive blood loss. At this mont, a warm feeling flashed across Ye Tianfan's heart as he whispered softly, "Silly woman, you're so badly injured yourself, yet you still care about ."
As his words ended, Ye Tianfan lifted the wounded Yan Feishuang in his arms and quickly ascended to the villa's second floor, returning to his bedroom. He then swiftly removed Yan Feishuang's clothes, and within just half a minute, her jade-like body was laid bare before him.
At this mont, Yan Feishuang was barely breathing, having already been poisoned by the Hades Cold Poison from the betrayer of the Ye Family. Today was her last day; if the poison wasn't expelled, certain death awaited her. But right at this critical mont, she was targeted by people from Yama Hall!
With a light sigh, Ye Tianfan quickly took out a jade square box, in which a green ointnt was contained. Ye Tianfan dipped his two fingers lightly into the box and then applied the green ointnt to Yan Feishuang's wound.
In an instant, Yan Feishuang's wound began to heal rapidly, and within just a few minutes, all the intersecting wounds on her body recovered, leaving not even a scar.
Only then did a faint smile appear on Ye Tianfan's face. He carefully examined the jade square box in his hand, unable to help but mutter, "No wonder Yao Lingshan wasn't willing to give it up; these secret ointnts from the dicine King Valley are really sothing else!"
After he finished speaking, Ye Tianfan didn't idle about but applied the ointnt onto his own shoulder wound, and it healed just as quickly.
Next, with a slight tremble in his right hand, seven Bian Que Mystical Needles were already held between his fingertips, while his left hand gently rested on Yan Feishuang's wrist.
At this mont, Ye Tianfan's face changed color uncontrollably. Yan Feishuang's pulse was extrely irregular, sotis rapid as raindrops, sotis calm as flowing water. The speed of that cold poison's progression within her was much faster than Ye Tianfan had anticipated! It had already invaded her internal organs, and if it wasn't treated imdiately, it could really beco troubleso!
Ye Tianfan dared not delay even for a mont. Gathering his mysterious energy in his right hand, he began controlling the needles from a distance! The seven Bian Que Mystical Needles moved rapidly, creating shadows as they flew over the major acupuncture points on Yan Feishuang's body.
This state continued for about ten seconds. Then, Ye Tianfan furrowed his brows, took a deep breath, and grasped the seven mystical needles in his fingertips once again, cautiously aiming for Yan Feishuang's Tanzhong point in the center of her chest, followed by Yunn on her shoulder, and then Xuanji below the intersection of the clavicles. At this mont, every needle Ye Tianfan inserted was done with extre caution, while a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The cold poison had already invaded her spleen and lungs; the final seven needles were especially critical, leaving no room for negligence. After finishing the first six needles, Ye Tianfan was already drenched in sweat. These needle insertions seed simple but actually required enduring imnse ntal pressure. Even with Ye Tianfan's dical skills, precision was absolutely necessary. The vast and profound knowledge of Chinese dicine was truly remarkable, and so was the art of acupuncture!
At this mont, inserting the needle with even a slight deviation in force would make it ineffective, whereas excessive force could have the opposite effect. Not only would it fail to expel the cold poison, but it would also trigger the rapid spread of the poison throughout the body.
And this last needle was the most important! Ye Tianfan needed to guide it with mysterious energy, inserting this final Bian Que Mystical Needle into Yan Feishuang's Tianchi point.
But the Tianchi point's location was too special, in the gap of the fourth rib on the chest, one inch down (an inappropriate part not to be described; imagine the position yourself). If it were a man, Ye Tianfan would not have hesitated at all, but it happened to be a woman, and this woman Yan Feishuang was so well-developed! The towering and thick mountains on her chest made it difficult for Ye Tianfan to gauge the depth of the needle insertion precisely.
At this mont, Ye Tianfan had a deep realization for the first ti: sotis being too well-endowed isn't necessarily advantageous!
Ye Tianfan wiped the sweat off his forehead again, took another deep breath, gathered mysterious energy in his hand, and slowly inserted the last Bian Que Mystical Needle into Yan Feishuang's Tianchi point.
"Buzz..." Under the effect of the mysterious energy, the Bian Que Mystical Needle started to vibrate rapidly upon entering Yan Feishuang's Tianchi point. In the throes of unconsciousness, Yan Feishuang furrowed her brows reflexively, as if she were enduring great pain.
User Comments
0 comments from readers