Chapter 0051: The Poison Hand Medicine King

Little aunt, if you keep this up, I really won’t be able to hold back...

He realized that Xiao Fanfan was already hard as iron. Under this inhuman torment, Zhang Xiaofan was on the verge of losing control. His large hand reached out, but then he shuddered—he couldn’t do it... She was still so young...

He circulated his spiritual energy, pressing acupuncture points on Ye Qingcheng’s body relentlessly.

Damn, how much of the drug did they use...

Zhang Xiaofan cursed inwardly. Five minutes passed, and the effects still hadn’t been cleared, but Miss Ye had already pulled off his belt, her small hand...

Damn it, it’s no use... I can’t hold back anymore...

Zhang Xiaofan was speechless, locked in a fierce internal struggle.

“Ah...”

Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng let out a startled cry, realizing her small hand was gripping something—it seemed to be that legendary thing...

Only then did she remember she had been drugged. Her first instinct was that this beast was assaulting her.

Without another word, her hand moved to break the thing, as if twisting a jade stick.

What the hell...

Girl, I saved you, and you don’t thank me, but you want to destroy my manhood? That’s not fair.

Zhang Xiaofan was frightened, immediately retreating and escaping the disaster.

“Ah, it’s you...”

Ye Qingcheng finally looked up. It was Zhang Xiaofan. Shocked again, she wondered why it was him—could he be one of those people?

But glancing at the bodies on the ground, she understood. Zhang Xiaofan had come to save her.

Piecing everything together, it made sense: she was drugged, Zhang Xiaofan killed those men, then helped her detoxify, and under the effects, she’d acted that way toward him.

Vaguely, she remembered forcibly kissing a man and even pulling down his pants...

“Of course it was me. Miss Ye, not only do you not thank me, but you’re so ruthless.” Zhang Xiaofan said, hurriedly pulling his pants back on. Damn, this was so embarrassing.

He’d been seen naked by this girl—such a mistake, such a mistake.

“I didn’t mean to...” Ye Qingcheng whispered.

“All right, all right, I’ll take you home.” Zhang Xiaofan said. The girl was clearly terrified; it was best to get her home quickly.

“Mm...” Ye Qingcheng replied quietly.

Zhang Xiaofan walked over, straightened her clothes, but her snowy skin was still exposed, especially the deep ravine beneath the black bra.

They walked down together. Zhang Xiaofan arrived at the red Mercedes. The hood was badly dented, but thankfully, it was a Mercedes—no major damage to the core.

He checked the accelerator; it bounced back up. A quick assessment—still drivable.

He got in, started the engine, shifted gears, and the car moved.

“Get in, I’ll take you home.” Zhang Xiaofan called to Ye Qingcheng outside.

Ye Qingcheng didn’t say much. She was truly frightened today. She opened the back door and got in.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaofan delivered Ye Qingcheng to her doorstep.

On the way, he’d called Ye Zhantian, so as soon as the car stopped, Ye Zhantian came out to greet them.

“Master, thank you for saving Qingcheng,” Ye Zhantian said gratefully.

“This happened because of me; I should be the one apologizing. Elder Ye, you should assign more bodyguards to your family.” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

“This girl deliberately ditched the bodyguards; otherwise, such a thing wouldn’t have happened. I’ll take care of it.” Ye Zhantian said, “Would you like to come inside?”

“No, I still have things to do.” Zhang Xiaofan shook his head.

Seeing the red Mercedes smoking, Zhang Xiaofan asked, “Elder Ye, do you have a car?”

The radar earlier indicated a location a hundred kilometers away, so he definitely needed a vehicle. With time pressing, Zhang Xiaofan decided to go now.

“Yes, I’ll have someone bring it around for you.” Elder Ye replied, then instructed the servant, “Go bring the Hummer.”

The servant acknowledged and left.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingcheng had already been helped to her room by the maids.

Soon, a completely black Hummer parked in the courtyard—a military-grade Hummer. Zhang Xiaofan glanced at it and immediately recognized it as a bulletproof vehicle.

“It’s yours, please don’t refuse.” Elder Ye said earnestly.

“Thank you.” Zhang Xiaofan wasn’t one for fussing. He really needed a car now, or things would be very inconvenient.

“Then, Elder Ye, time is tight. I’ll be off.”

“All right, be careful.”

Zhang Xiaofan got in; it felt great. The interior was modified, and it even had a booster—this car’s cost must be at least five hundred.

He started the engine and sped away.

...

Those people called the Poison Hand Medicine King “Steward.” Zhang Xiaofan could easily imagine it was an organization, and the title “Steward” probably wasn’t a high rank. For someone like the Poison Hand Medicine King to be just a steward, Zhang Xiaofan had to seriously consider what kind of organization this was.

Their purpose was obvious: the Lin Group’s Divine Pill.

This matter, to some extent, was already beyond what he could handle alone.

All he could do now was find the Poison Hand Medicine King and eliminate him.

The Poison Hand Medicine King wasn’t particularly skilled in combat, but his poison was terrifying—his toxic arts were enough to make Zhang Xiaofan wary.

Moreover, he was extremely treacherous, like a venomous snake, ready to strike at any moment.

The Poison Hand Medicine King probably didn’t know his identity yet, otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent those men. Zhang Xiaofan seized on this, planning to kill him before he could properly prepare.

The northern suburb was the newly developed area of Jinghai City; the radar indicated a location precisely there.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaofan exited the ring highway.

The northern suburb was already remote, and his destination was even more so. Zhang Xiaofan didn’t drive all the way in; he stopped the car a kilometer away.

He moved silently through the darkness, his body seeming to merge with the night.

Ahead was a three-story villa, its lights on, with guards patrolling around it—very cautious.

This was the place.

Zhang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes. These men were clearly professionally trained; their patrol routes perfectly covered visual blind spots.

The house looked somewhat dilapidated, obviously occupied not long ago.

As a patrol guard turned around, Zhang Xiaofan darted out, moving with incredible speed. A finger pressed against the temple, killing instantly, then the second, the third—swiftly, each kill took but a moment.

“Bang!”

Just then, a gunshot rang out—he’d been discovered. He quickly leaned aside, dodging the bullet.

Now that he was found, Zhang Xiaofan had no need to hold back. He sped toward the villa.

A dozen burly men rushed down from the second floor, guns in hand, firing wildly at Zhang Xiaofan.

An ordinary person would have been riddled with bullets, but Zhang Xiaofan was no ordinary man. He sped forward, dodging continuously, every bullet missing its mark.

Zhang Xiaofan felt a sense of gravity—if their fire were any denser, or if they anticipated his moves, even he wouldn’t be able to dodge so easily.

Everything was perilous. In a few flashes, he reached the stairs to the second floor. Without hesitation, his fingers struck together—every strike brought a man down. No blood was spilled; they died in an instant.

“It’s you!”

As soon as he reached the second floor, a black-robed old man was startled. His face was nothing but skin stretched tight, sunken green eyes exuding a chilling aura.

“If not me, then who? Poison Hand Medicine King, today is your death day.” Zhang Xiaofan said coldly.

“So it’s you, brat. Do you think you alone can kill me?” Poison Hand Medicine King scoffed.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with Zhang Xiaofan. If it were that old man from Qingyun, he’d be cautious. But facing only Zhang Xiaofan, he was just surprised—after all, he was a member of Dragon Soul.

“Hah, you old bastard, killing you is more than enough.”

Zhang Xiaofan sneered and charged forward. Delay would only bring trouble—this old snake was treacherous.

“Courting death!”

Poison Hand Medicine King snorted. His hand, dry as bone, struck out, shrouded in sinister black.

The Poison Hand Medicine King had soaked his body in deadly poison to practice his toxic arts—this was the Bone Dissolving Palm. Anyone struck by it would instantly rot, even their bones corroded.

“Evil arts!”

Zhang Xiaofan retorted coldly. At the moment the palm nearly struck, he infused spiritual power into his fist, unleashing full strength. The fist’s wind howled, dispersing the black aura, and slammed hard into Poison Hand Medicine King’s palm.

With spiritual energy, Zhang Xiaofan’s punch reached an incredible force.

Like breaking bamboo, it shattered Poison Hand Medicine King’s arm joint instantly. The momentum continued, pounding his chest.

He could clearly feel two bones piercing through Poison Hand Medicine King’s back.

Such power in a single punch!

“You... You’ve actually reached the Awakening Realm! How is this possible!” Poison Hand Medicine King’s face twisted in terror. He himself was at the late stage of the Transcendence Realm, and in his memory, Zhang Xiaofan was only at the middle stage two or three years ago. Progressing so quickly in two or three years?

Martial cultivation was arduous. It had taken him five years to advance from middle to late Transcendence Realm. The leap from Transcendence to Awakening was even harder—it required guiding spiritual energy into the body.

Transcendence was about continually strengthening the body, surpassing ordinary people. Once the body reached a certain level, it developed spiritual affinity, laying the foundation for spiritual energy to enter.

As soon as a strand of spiritual energy entered the body, it was like a seed taking root and sprouting.

This step was extremely difficult; even geniuses needed several years to achieve it.

This brat had gone straight from middle Transcendence to Awakening. How could he not be shocked!