Before Ye Feng, all the so-called "Dragons" of the third rank, all the young geniuses, were simply nothing at all.
Han Ying’s heart was filled with anger, overwhelming jealousy, and her hatred for Ye Feng grew stronger and stronger.
It was because of this that Han Ying felt the existence of soone like Ye Feng disrupted the healthy competition among the young talents of Longdu. She felt that a person like Ye Feng should never have appeared in this world at all, and her hatred towards Ye Feng intensified even more.
Han ZhenGuo said, "It seems that Ye Feng possesses secrets we can’t even begin to imagine. Otherwise, how could a man, no matter how talented, reach the legendary realm and beco the Martial Arts King at the re age of his twenties? Think about those astonishing geniuses in the history of Dragon Country, who ascended to immortality, such as Zhang Daoling, the Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Ye Fashan, the Heavenly Master of Maoshan,
the Immortal Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, who in their youth were each exceptional prodigies far beyond their peers. But now, compared to Ye Feng, they seem rather insignificant. We must find a way to win Ye Feng over to serve the Han Family, otherwise, he must be destroyed!"
"Yes! We’ll get right on it!" Han ZhenGuo and Han Ying both responded.
At that mont, Han Ying spoke up, "Grandfather, Father, let handle this matter. I have so confidence in dealing with it."
"Oh?" Han ZhenGuo looked at Han Ying, "If that’s the case, I hope you’ll take care of it quickly, without disappointing !"
Han Ying nodded in promise, "Grandfather, leave it to with peace of mind!"
Ti passed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had gone by. That day, Ye Feng and Han Yi had agreed to go to the Han Family so that Han Yi could get her health regulated. The previous appointnt had been delayed due to the Blood Hand matter, so today was the ti to go.
Ye Feng arrived alone at the Han Family, and barely had he reached the gates, he saw Han Yunguo waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Ye Feng, Han Yunguo’s face broke into a warm, welcoming smile, "Ye Feng, little brother, you’ve finally co. I thought you had forgotten about treating our Han Yi!"
Ye Feng shook his head, "No, I’ve just been held up by so things recently. I’m free today, so I ca."
Han Yunguo smiled slightly, "Good, please follow !"
Ye Feng returned the smile with a slight nod, then followed Han Yunguo into the Han residence.
Han Yunguo said, "Ye Feng, Han Yi is already waiting for you in her room. I won’t go in, as it wouldn’t be proper for to intrude."
Ye Feng nodded and then headed to Han Yi’s room.
As he opened the door, a faint fragrance greeted Ye Feng from the maiden’s boudoir.
"You’ve finally co~~" At that mont, a voice reached Ye Feng’s ear, belonging to none other than Han Yi. He saw that Han Yi had removed her upper garnts and was lying on the bed, wearing only an undergarnt.
Her snow-white skin was fully exposed to Ye Feng’s gaze, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Ye Feng was taken aback; he hadn’t expected Han Yi to undress and wait for him.
Han Yi said, "Anyway, since you’re going to be massaging later, it would be inconvenient with clothes on, so I took them off."
"Um..." A small ripple surged in Ye Feng’s heart. He always harbored complex feelings for Han Yi.
Han Yi, the girl who not only looked exactly like his junior sister but also shared the sa na and deanor.
While in the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, Ye Feng had once thought that if he were to look for a life partner, Han Yi would be his other half. Yet, before he could clarify his relationship, an accident occurred.
Han Yi looked at Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng, I thought you had forgotten about ..."
In her tone was a hint of faint resentnt, filling Ye Feng with a trace of guilt, "I’m sorry, I’ve encountered so important matters recently that needed imdiate attention. That’s why I couldn’t co."
Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, Han Yi smiled, her expression as comforting as a spring breeze.
Han Yi wasn’t truly blaming Ye Feng; just getting his explanation was enough to satisfy her. All she wanted was for Ye Feng to show that he hadn’t forgotten about her—just that simple.
"Shall we start then?" Ye Feng asked, looking at Han Yi.
"Mhm." Han Yi nodded with a blushing face, and then Ye Feng approached her bedside to gently massage and manipulate her body, infusing his True Essence into her.
Facing Han Yi, Ye Feng remained as usual, with no distractions in his mind. He was very clear about his purpose there—to help Han Yi heal, as simple as that.
He wouldn’t look at places he shouldn’t, nor would he touch where he shouldn’t.
Everything went very smoothly, and in less than ten minutes, Ye Feng had successfully completed the task.
Han Yi was astounded to find that after Ye Feng’s massage, the speed of her energy circulation had greatly increased, a radical change from before, incomparable to her previous state.
Ye Feng said, "Lately, my cultivation has improved, and my dical skills have advanced as well. Initially, you would have needed three treatnts to fully recover, but now after today’s treatnt, you’re completely healed."
"Thank you, Ye Feng!" Upon hearing that her treatnt had concluded, Han Yi, who should have been happy, displayed a subtle look of loss on her face.
Perhaps with the treatnt over, the justified reasons to et with Ye Feng would dwindle.
Thinking of this, a faint feeling of loss rose in Han Yi’s heart.
"Han Yi, since the treatnt is over, I should be leaving..." Ye Feng didn’t know why, but whenever he faced Han Yi, that special feeling in his heart would always surface.
Maybe it was because she was so similar to his junior sister, or perhaps she was identical to her.
Ye Feng’s junior sister might be considered his first love, and that complex emotion always lingered in his heart, unable to be dispelled.
However, Ye Feng knew he was already married; Lin Shiyu was his wife. He shouldn’t harbor feelings for another woman. To avoid such situations, Ye Feng chose to reduce his contact with Han Yi as much as possible.
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