Roar! At this moment, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the inner room; Furry Ball shot out like lightning, his body gradually enlarging in mid-air before he lunged at the Magician!

"A Three-Headed Dog? Just a mongrel after all!" The Magician's eyes bulged, and a strong Mental Shock blasted into Furry Ball's eyes.

Furry Ball's originally fierce gaze instantly became dull; he thudded to the ground, shaking all over.

Mental Suppression! For a creature like Furry Ball with little spiritual intelligence, Mental Suppression was something they couldn't resist.

"Oh? There's even a Prohibition from Ling Feng in your mind; that's good, saves me the trouble of finding him myself!"

As he spoke, the Magician tapped on Furry Ball's forehead; Mao Qian screamed tragically and then fainted.

"Is this your plan?" The Illusionist's voice came from behind: "That's really your style!"

"Are you trying to say this is quite underhanded?" the Magician turned around, smiling, "But don't forget, I am a woman, and isn't that just what this creature is like?"

...

Just as Ling Feng had settled Uncle Liu and Aunt Wan, he suddenly felt a jolt in his mind, and a message reached his Sea of Consciousness; his expression changed—Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun were in trouble, and even Furry Ball hadn't been able to stop the adversary!

"Magician!" Ling Feng clenched his teeth, fuming inside: "I must tear you into thousands of pieces!"

"Don't be so angry!" At that moment, the playful laughter of the Magician echoed in his mind: "Tonight at twelve, second floor of the Sky Cloud Club."

After this message, the Magician's voice disappeared. Ling Feng looked grim; he hadn't expected the Magician's spiritual power to be so strong, able to send a message through the Prohibition he had left in Furry Ball's mind. From such an act, the Magician's spiritual power was much stronger than the Illusionist's!

"Magician, if you dare harm Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun, even if you flee back to the Hand of Death, I will chase you down and kill you!" Ling Feng clenched his teeth: "I swear it!"

Half an hour later, Ling Feng arrived at the Sky Cloud Club; he flew directly into the second floor from the outside and, sensing Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun's presence, he stealthily entered the room.

As Ling Feng stepped into the room, the lights instantly turned on.

"Sneaking in quietly, that's not very fitting for the Blood-Handed Asura, is it?" A sultry figure sat on the couch by the window, swaying a glass of red wine, looking at Ling Feng with a brilliant smile: "Hey, handsome, we meet again!"

After a quick scan of the room, seeing no sign of Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun, a cold expression surfaced on Ling Feng's face: "Cut the nonsense, where are Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun?"

"Don't be so fiery!" The Magician gently lifted her glass: "Drink the wine in front of you, and then I'll tell you where your dear relatives are!"

Ling Feng snorted coldly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Alright, you can talk now!"

"Aren't you afraid I might have poisoned the wine?" the Magician licked her lips, giggling: "Am I to commend your bravery, or should I say ignorance is bliss?"

Ling Feng disdainfully responded: "Poison? That's the kind of lowlife trick you would resort to, isn't it?"

The Magician shrugged and replied: "Lowlife? I am an Assassin; as long as I achieve my goal, I'll use even the dirtiest tricks! But rest assured, there's no lethal poison in your drink—after all, your life is still quite valuable!"

Ling Feng, growing impatient, said: "I've drunk the wine; now can you release Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun?"

"Do you think I would let them go that easily?" the Magician retorted: "The drink just now was merely to ease the hostile mood between us, but letting go of your Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun isn't impossible, as long as you can agree to one condition, I'll release them immediately!"

Ling Feng furrowed his brow: "Condition? What are you planning?"

"Just one loving moment with you, and I can let your Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun go!" the Magician seductively proposed.

"Get lost!" Ling Feng shoved the Magician away; with reddened eyes and a cold tone, he said: "Magician, do you think you can make me submit like this? You severely underestimate me, Ling Feng; even if every other woman in the world died, I would never succumb to you; you are truly repulsive!"

The Magician didn't expect Ling Feng to resist her to this extent.

"This is really interesting!" A conquering gleam flashed in the Magician's eyes: "Ling Feng, my interest in you grows more and more! I must turn you into my Puppet; I must plant my Spiritual Imprint in your Sea of Consciousness!"

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