This strange feeling flashed through Lin Xueyi's heart and was gone.

She then pushed Yang Fei away with force.

"You brat, are you taking advantage of your sister again?"

Lin Xueyi's bright eyes, shimmering with light, made Yang Fei feel somewhat sheepish.

"Sister Xueyi, you are really too beautiful, hehe, I couldn't help myself for a moment."

Lin Xueyi knew this guy's temperament and put on a stern face.

"Being beautiful doesn't mean I'm for you to ogle. When you've made something of yourself, someone under one and above ten thousand, then you can come and marry your sister."

"Deal, it's a promise!"

Yang Fei reached out his hand, and his and Lin Xueyi's hands clasped tightly together, the two of them sharing a knowing smile.

An indescribable, mysterious affection silently grew between them.

The next day, early in the morning, Yang Fei got up.

He practiced the first style of the Extreme Tiger, Tiger Pounce, for two hours, until his whole body was heated and his essence flowed vigorously.

The old man, despite his chaotic private life and indecency that would astonish people,

had unfathomable martial arts cultivation.

There must have been a reason for the things he advised.

Although Yang Fei and the old man behaved irreverently most of the time, never truly regarding the importance of honoring the teacher and valuing the Tao, he always listened to the old man regarding martial arts.

If he didn't listen, it wouldn't have been possible, as the old man usually started beating people up in just a few words, and a big fist had the final say.

After finishing his kung fu, Yang Fei went straight to Lin Xueyi's door and knocked on it, "Sister Xueyi, are you up yet?"

The room of Lin Xueyi was silent, with no response.

Yang Fei chuckled, pulled out a metal wire from somewhere and slipped it into the keyhole.

After fiddling for a moment, the lock clicked and opened automatically.

The room was filled with an intoxicating scent of a woman, and the quilt on the bed wasn't folded neatly, instead, it was messily rolled up at the foot of the bed.

Yang Fei chuckled and took a greedy breath, then tiptoed further inside.

Whoosh!

A cold glint assaulted him, its sharp chill causing the skin on Yang Fei's neck to prickle and goosebumps to rise all over.

The blade glimmered like snow!

Yang Fei performed the Cold Chicken Step and retreated a step.

He felt a cold trace pass by his neck, painful as if the skin was cut, and a cold liquid began to flow out.

The strike had been as swift as lightning and as mystifying as a jungle snake on the hunt.

The blade missed and immediately whirled again, sweeping towards him.

Yang Fei, without time to say anything, jabbed out lightning-fast with his left hand, shaped like a crane's beak, and hit the person's elbow of the arm holding the dagger,

There was a snap, the person moaned, and their arm dropped lifelessly.

The sharp dagger also fell to the ground.

Yang Fei seized the chance to grab at the person's neck.

The assailant was quick to react, dropped his body, rolled on the ground, and fled toward the window, leaping out like a cat.

"Stop!"

Yang Fei lunged forward, aiming a Grasping Hand Technique at the person's ankle.

He saw a unique tattoo, vivid and lifelike on the porcelain-like ankle of the person, and couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

The tattoo was of a brightly colored iris flower.

The assassin looked back and gave a flick of his left hand.

Yang Fei saw the flash of cold light in front of him and knew it was bad.

He immediately bent backward, his head grazing the ground, his entire body arching like an iron bridge.

A fining sound could be heard as numerous chilly glints brushed past Yang Fei's cheeks and shot outward.

Yang Fei stood up, pulled open the curtains, and saw a figure jump down from the third floor, quickly merging into the crowd and disappearing in an instant.

Some street vendors who witnessed this scene were so frightened that they were left gaping in shock.

Yang Fei shook his head and turned back, noticing cowhair steel needles implanted halfway into the wardrobe, glinting with a terrifying bluish glow that was a sight to behold.

He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

The exchange just now lasted only a moment, but it was incredibly perilous between them.

Such formidable assassins were rare in the domestic scene.

Just based on the assassin's performance, Yang Fei was certain that this formidable assassin had definitely come for him.

However, who could have hired such an expert to give him such trouble?

"Not good, where's Sister Xueyi?"

A sense of panic surged in Yang Fei's heart.

He searched the room frantically, and finally found Lin Xueyi unconscious in the bathroom.

Her eyes were tightly closed, wearing only a thin nightgown, thankfully her breathing was steady and there were no abnormalities.

Yang Fei took out a cloth pouch from his chest, unfolded it, and inside was a dense array of silver needles.

The Silver Needle Acupoint Technique was the old man's specialty.

To learn this skill, Yang Fei, gritting his teeth in agony, offered up his treasured collection of Sang Country's adult videos, a full 100 gigabytes.

But it was worth the price after all.

The old man's secret acupoint technique, although not as miraculous as he had boasted,

Couldn't magically promote the vigorous growth of a man's particular part.

However, for common illnesses, it worked wonders, presenting almost no difficulty.

Yang Fei first inserted several needles into Lin Xueyi's forehead and the back of her head.

Then, he undid the buttons of Lin Xueyi's nightgown and inserted one needle after another near the acupoints around her heart.

Under Lin Xueyi's nightgown, she was not wearing anything else.

Although Yang Fei only dared to roll up Sister Xueyi's nightgown halfway, covering the crucial parts,

He still caught a glimpse during the procedure.

A fire was raging in Yang Fei's heart, climbing higher and higher.

He felt he was about to lose control of the primordial energies within him.

Just then, Lin Xueyi opened her eyes.

Her head injury had caused a blockage in that entire meridian.

When Yang Fei's silver needles went down, they cleared her meridians, and naturally, she woke up.

"Ah, you little brat, what are you doing?"

As Lin Xueyi came to, she felt a coolness around her lower abdomen.

She sat up, saw Yang Fei at a glance, and immediately screamed, instinctively clutching her front.

Without another word, Lin Xueyi grabbed the feather duster from the bedside table.

Yang Fei, frightened out of his wits, jumped off the bed, and instinctively took a couple of steps out, shaking his hands repeatedly.

"Sister Xueyi, you've misunderstood, you fainted in the bathroom, and I was observing your condition, helping you with acupuncture," he said.

"I fainted..."

Lin Xueyi's eyes looked dazed, and her facial expression was utterly confused.

Clearly, she had no idea what had transpired.

Yang Fei did not intend to inform her.

Better for ordinary people not to know such things.

Otherwise, they would live in constant fear and worry, and it would be of no help to the situation.

Seeing Lin Xueyi's half-doubtful expression, Yang Fei quickly seized the moment.

"Yeah, don't move around, you still have silver needles in you," he said.

"Silver needles..."

Lin Xueyi looked into the dressing mirror and indeed found the silver needles in her head and on both Taiyang acupoints through the reflection in the mirror.

Then she noticed the silver needles at her chest and immediately seemed to understand something.

The feather duster in Lin Xueyi's hand was raised high.

"Why did you have to lean over to give me silver needles?" she asked.

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