Feeling his skin being corroded and melting bit by bit, the man in the black robe let out howls of agony.

"Ah... Ye Tianfan... Ye Family... just wait... Ghost Yama won't spare any of you! Ah..."

Ye Tianfan sneered and said, "I won't spare Yama Hall either!"

The man's screams of agony continued for a few minutes, and in the midst of this immense torture, he eventually turned into a pool of blood.

Witnessing all this, Yan Feishuang could no longer hide the shock on her face. She never would have dreamed that her student was actually a hidden master! For all these years, Ye Tianfan had been wandering right under her nose, and she was completely unaware!

Yan Feishuang's beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment, her silver teeth biting her lips as she stared intently at Ye Tianfan. In her heart, she understood that even though she hadn't detected Ye Tianfan's hidden strength, Ye Tianfan must have already realized her identity.

From the overwhelming power Ye Tianfan just displayed, it was enough to prove that Ye Tianfan was not simple! The man in the black robe addressed Ye Tianfan as the young master of the Ye Family—what kind of family is this Ye Family exactly? To be so powerful that with just a gesture, it could turn that man into a pool of blood, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back!

Seeing Yan Feishuang's face full of shock, Ye Tianfan slightly raised his sword-like eyebrows, dashed swiftly to her front, wrapped an arm around her willow waist, and with a playful bad smirk, said, "Sister Feishuang, earlier you said it was dangerous and told me to leave—were you worried about me?"

Yan Feishuang's pretty face instantly flushed with a rosy hue, recalling how at Kyoto University, Ye Tianfan would occasionally tease her. At that time, Yan Feishuang was just angry inside, wishing she could tear Ye Tianfan to pieces. Looking back now, it was quite laughable. Given Ye Tianfan's strength, even if he wanted to forcefully have his way, she would just be like a piece of meat on the chopping block, with no room for resistance.

"For such a long time, I actually didn't notice you..."

Before Yan Feishuang could finish her words, Ye Tianfan mischievously pulled her into his embrace, saying, "There are still many things you haven't noticed, such as my skills in bed."

Hearing Ye Tianfan's blatant flirtation, Yan Feishuang's cheeks instantly flashed with a deep red. She lightly bit her rosy lips, wanting to say thank you, but unsure of how to begin. Her eyes were somewhat misty, looking at Ye Tianfan with a touch of yearning grievance, akin to a secluded housewife abandoned by her husband, that bashful yet resentful expression executed perfectly by Yan Feishuang.

Looking at Yan Feishuang's seemingly embarrassed face, Ye Tianfan's mischievous smile grew, as he suddenly reached up and undid the button on her collar.

"Mm..."

Yan Feishuang let out a delicate whimper, with her beautiful eyes carrying a complicated expression, quickly glancing around their surroundings, and teasingly said, "Ye... Ye Tianfan, what are you doing? This... this is a small alley... someone could come by any time."

Being an assassin, Yan Feishuang had long been accustomed to matters between men and women, but after all, they were outside now. Although the moon was dim and the wind was high, it was still a public place, and someone could pass by at any time. Experiencing Ye Tianfan's bedroom skills here was definitely not ideal.

Looking at Yan Feishuang's shy demeanor that seemed to both reject yet welcome him, Ye Tianfan was amused. If he really wanted to have his way with Yan Feishuang, she might just comply, but Ye Tianfan wasn't planning on proceeding with her here.

"My Sister Feishuang, you really are open-minded, aren't you? Even if you wanted it, I wouldn't do it here, right?"

Though Ye Tianfan said this, he didn't idle with his hands, loosening the button on Yan Feishuang's collar, then his large hands slid downward. With a sudden pull, he tore open her top, revealing white jade-like shoulders.

"Ah..."

Yan Feishuang exclaimed, quickly covering her neckline. But Ye Tianfan's pulling force was so strong that the twin peaks were already in his view.

But at this moment, a black bruise appeared on Yan Feishuang's left breast! The blood vessels beneath the bruise were clearly visible, pulsating with her heartbeat, as if they could burst at any moment, a sight that made one's heart skip a beat.

Only now did Yan Feishuang come to her senses, her eyes full of panic as she looked at her left chest, nervously asking, "What's going on? Am I poisoned?"

As she finished speaking, Yan Feishuang couldn't help but frown, staring at the distant pool of blood and saying in a deep voice, "Damn, when did that guy poison me?"

Ye Tianfan glanced at Yan Feishuang and said, "It's not poisoning. With his strength, he wouldn't need such despicable methods to deal with you."

"Then what is it?"

"It's the Ghostly Withering Nether Palm. This palm technique is extremely evil. When that man wounded you, the Netherworld Cold Poison simultaneously invaded your body. If you don't expel the poison in time, you will soon rot and die."

While speaking, Ye Tianfan pulled a waxed paper packet out of his pocket. After opening it, he rubbed the powder within into his palm and then started diligently massaging Yan Feishuang's left chest.

The black bruise swiftly receded upon contact with the powder. As Ye Tianfan continued to massage, the bruise's disappearing speed increased gradually.

At this point, Yan Feishuang was biting her silver teeth, holding back the sound of her soft moaning. Ye Tianfan was simply vile; although he was supposedly helping her expel the Netherworld Cold Poison, his massaging technique looked nothing like it and more like he was taking advantage!

The most hateful thing was Ye Tianfan's expression!

This guy even had a silly grin on his face while helping Yan Feishuang massage her chest, saying, "Fortunately, this is still manageable."

Hearing this, Yan Feishuang's face instantly blushed with shame—Ye Tianfan kept teasing her and there was nothing she could do about it.

After massaging for a while, Ye Tianfan stopped his actions. At this point, the black bruise on Yan Feishuang's chest gradually faded, leaving only a vague dark imprint.

"Is it done?" Yan Feishuang's beautiful eyes widened, looking at Ye Tianfan as she asked.

Ye Tianfan raised an eyebrow, smiling smugly, and said, "What? Are you getting addicted to my massaging?"

Yan Feishuang's cheeks flushed, full of shyness as she said, "No, it's not!"

"No? I saw you were quite enjoying it just now?" Ye Tianfan unrestrainedly teased Yan Feishuang, raising a hand to sweep across her round hips, saying, "Do you want me to check if there are any bruises on your butt? I could massage them for you too."

Yan Feishuang's face turned bright red, saying, "Ye Tianfan... you..."

Ye Tianfan smiled faintly, stood up, and said, "Alright, no more teasing. My medicinal powder can only help suppress the Netherworld Cold Poison in your body. To completely expel it, I'll need to use our family's medical techniques."

Hearing that the Netherworld Cold Poison wasn't fully expelled, Yan Feishuang instantly grew anxious again. She didn't know about the three constraints the Ye Family placed on Ye Tianfan, nor that he couldn't use the family's medical techniques without permission. She merely lowered her head, glanced at the faint black mark on her chest, and said, "Then go ahead and use the medical techniques to help me expel the poison!"

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