Chapter 70

Li Mochou's martial arts were strong, but compared to Feng Yi, her internal strength was far inferior; she released her hand quickly, yet her qi and blood were churned by the shock of the Divine Illumination Skill. She shot out more than ten Ice Soul Silver Needles, each needle pointing at Feng Yi's vital spots,

Her concealed-weapon skill was indeed formidable; she only wanted to force him back, but who would have thought her silver needles, though fast, were dodged even faster by Feng Yi, a cripple. Moreover, with a casual swing of his crutch, his strike aimed straight at the pressure point on her wrist where her whisk handle was; his martial prowess was truly rare and unheard of.

Li Mochou had seen many great battles in her life, and she had encountered those whose martial arts surpassed hers; although she had not learned the highest secrets of the Ancient Tomb School, she was quite proud of her achievements in martial arts, yet to have her weapon for roaming the jianghu snatched away in a single move was the first time, leaving her astonished and feeling utterly bizarre.

Now seeing her whisk almost fall into her own hand, she knew the opponent still had a follow‑up move, yet her pride would not allow her to hesitate to reach out and retrieve her weapon.

Thus she turned her jade hand and grabbed the whisk handle, but as soon as she grasped it, a surge of heat rushed into her wrist and straight up to her shoulder well; the internal strength she had cultivated for years seemed like mere decoration, and her right arm instantly went numb.

A flush rose to Li Mochou's cheeks, and she immediately flipped away with a somersault, hoping to dissipate the remaining force.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yi tapped his crutch to the ground; a green shadow shot forth like a ghost or phantom, and he thrust his right fist toward Li Mochou's chest.

At that moment, before Li Mochou had landed, she felt this fist force as if a stone wall were pressing in from all sides.

Li Mochou's whisk skill is strong, but her right hand is numb, the whisk cannot protect her, so she raises her left hand and gathers her palm to meet the opponent.

Before their fists and palms could truly clash, a bang sounded in the air, and a stream of red qi shot from Li Mochou's neck straight to her pretty face.

As soon as her left foot touched the ground, crack— a clear fissure appeared in the ground beneath her foot.

Li Mochou hadn't even taken a breath when a fierce wind rose at her side; that wooden crutch, infused with Divine Illumination Skill's internal energy, was as stiff as a steel whip, unyieldingly strong, sweeping toward her waist.

Li Mochou never expected Feng Yi's martial skill and internal energy to be so strong; in her panic she twisted her slender waist, her body like an arrow leaving the bow, shooting backward.

Feng Yi's waist strike was supposed to be a sure hit, but Li Mochou dodged it, and he couldn't help feeling a bit regretful: "If my leg injury were healed, or if my movement were just a little faster, could she still have dodged?"

Even so, the wooden crutch scraped across Li Mochou's abdomen; a surge of force shook her so that she felt unbearable pain, her qi and blood surged, her breathing grew heavy, her face flushed red as blood, and a mouthful of fresh blood was about to burst out, she couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.

As soon as her foot landed, she dared not linger, and without even lifting her leg to gather momentum, she lightly leapt into midair, hoping to jump onto the roof to escape.

Who would have thought Feng Yi let out a fierce shout: "You can't get away!"

As he spoke, he planted his crutch, his movement became even faster, like a crane piercing the clouds, stars flashing, lightning striking, arriving ahead despite moving later, he had already gotten in front of Li Mochou, then casually reached out, the crutch extended again, like a spirit snake emerging from its den, resting on Li Mochou's shoulder.

Li Mochou's body, unrestrained, rose and fell, landing exactly back where she started; in an instant her face turned red as a ripe watermelon, and large beads of sweat rolled down from her temples.

Feng Yi landed lightly, planted his crutch, and said offhandedly: "Your martial skill and lightness skill are not bad, but your internal energy is far too weak; you might as well spit out that blood."

As his words fell, Li Mochou let out a "wah" and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; sorrow filled her brow, her beautiful eyes brimmed with hatred, and she stared fixedly at Feng Yi without moving.

The power of Divine Illumination Skill is second to none among internal arts; Feng Yi has already reached the state of pure refinement, his internal energy's richness unmatched by any master; after exchanging a few moves with Li Mochou, swift as lightning and flint, she couldn't catch her breath, being repeatedly shaken by Divine Illumination Skill, she suffered internal injury.

Only then did Li Mochou realize how high this young man Feng Yi's skill was, truly awe-inspiring, as if he had been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb; this pressure was no different from when she was toyed with by Huang Yaoshi.

But back then she also used Cheng Ying to escape from Huang Yaoshi's grasp; this time she couldn't even run.

In Hong Lingbo's mind, her master had always defeated foes with laughter and conversation, but now she had been struck down in just a few moves, vomiting blood from injury; moreover, this fight before her eyes was unprecedented, her heart pounded wildly, sweat seeped from her palms, she realized she too had been deceived by Feng Yi, bringing great trouble upon her master.

Hong Lingbo hurriedly jumped up, stepped forward to support Li Mochou, and cried anxiously: "Master, are you alright?"

Li Mochou pursed her lips and shook her head, used her sleeve to wipe the fresh blood flowing from the edge of her cherry lips, took a long breath to suppress her surging qi and blood, the red flush on her face gradually faded, she exhaled again, gazed at Feng Yi, lightly bit her lip, flicked her whisk, performed a salute, and said solemnly: "Your martial skill is superb; today's favor, Li Mochou gladly yields, convinced both in heart and word; farewell!" She turned to leave.

Li Mochou frowned slightly: "I've already admitted defeat; isn't it enough that you crushed my prestige as soon as you debuted?"

According to jianghu customs, if there is no deep hatred or great grudge, once one side concedes, the matter can be settled; there is no reason to fight to the death.

Feng Yi laughed: "I brought you here today not to contend for fame in the martial world, nor to rid the martial world of harm! But since you have lost to me and want to live, you can't just brush it off with a casual explanation and call it a day!"

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Hong Lingbo: "Do you know what I want?"

Hong Lingbo's face turned pale, she murmured: "You want lightness skill?"

"Not bad!" Feng Yi smiled: "In life, everyone has their preferences; I too cannot be free of vulgarity."

As for wealth, you don't have much money, and I'm not particularly interested.

However, when it comes to martial skill, I deeply love it; but ordinary martial arts don't impress me, only the Ancient Tomb School's lightness skill arouses some curiosity in me.

Think back to those days, the heroine Lin Chaoying was a heaven-sent genius, not inferior to the True Person Chongyang; yet she, like you, was wounded by love, and ended up bitterly residing in the ancient tomb, never shining brightly in the martial world, truly lamentable.

He spoke with a sigh, shook his head: "Yet our meeting today is also my fortune; if I could get to see the Ancient Tomb School's lightness skill, that would also be a joy in life."

Hong Lingbo heard this and was startled; she glanced over, but heard Li Mochou's voice burst from between her teeth, word by word: "Who told you all this?" Her voice was hoarse, as if filled with endless hatred.

Only then did Hong Lingbo suddenly realize: "It turns out the ancestral grandmother really also, like our master, had once suffered emotional wounds."

Seeing her master's expression, and recalling Feng Yi's previous words and deeds, she couldn't help but secretly worry.

Feng Yi laughed heartily: "These don't matter; what's important is that today you must listen to me."

Li Mochou stared fixedly at Feng Yi and said slowly: "Is it just lightness skill you want?"

Feng Yi smiled: "Feng Yi does not serve two masters; first, I want to see the Ancient Tomb School's lightness skill; second, I have heard that Lady Li possesses a copy of the Five Poisons Secret Transmission, which I will need someday to do great things for the nation and ethnicity, this thing is of great use, and I hope Lady Li will part with it."

If one were to follow Feng Yi's usual temperament, upon encountering Li Mochou he would either have killed her outright with a palm or crippled her martial skills with a heavy hand; but because he had designs on the Five Poisons Secret Transmission and the Ancient Tomb School's lightness skill, he treated Li Mochou with courtesy, allowing her to exchange a few more moves; now the victory is decided, and in just a few words his intention to prevail is unmistakable.

Li Mochou pondered briefly, then suddenly burst into loud laughter; her laugh was soft and alluring to the bone, as if it were scratching at people's hearts.

She is usually calm and composed, unmoved even by great events; but who would have thought that, lacking her school's Jade Maiden Heart Classic, a mere greenhorn would demand the Five Poisons Secret Transmission, and she herself couldn't even defeat him—what could she do? Seeing her laugh, Feng Yi knew she was plotting poisonous schemes, yet confident in his superb martial skill and protected by his Silkworm Armor, as long as he didn't again engage in sexual relations with Li Mochou, how could she harm him? "There's nothing funny about that!" Feng Yi thought and said: "I know this is difficult for you, but you have no ability to refuse, and don't think about scheming against me; only then can you survive!"

Hearing his tone so grand, Li Mochou's laughter ceased, she glanced at Feng Yi and gave a soft giggle, saying in a sweet voice: "If I were to ask for your internal energy heart method, what would you do?" Though she was actually furious, her words remained refined, as usual.

Li Mochou roams the jianghu, and all martial artists dread her, not mainly because of her martial skill, but because of the deadly poison of her Scarlet Silk Divine Palm and Ice Soul Silver Needles.

The Five Poisons Secret Transmission contains the properties and methods for poisoning and antidoting the Divine Palm and silver needles, as well as copies of various poisons and antidotes; if it were to spread, the Scarlet Silk Fairy would be like a scarlet snake having its fangs pulled.

And with Feng Yi's internal energy so profound, the internal art he cultivates cannot be mundane.

Feng Yi sighed deeply, his eyes profound, and said: "If your martial skill and intellect surpass mine, Feng Yi, then not to mention internal energy heart method—even demanding my life would be but a thought away for you."

How could Li Mochou and her know that Feng Yi's experience of being besieged was due to his martial skill? Hong Lingbo endured three times, then could no longer hold back, shouting softly: "This is just bullying the weak with strength; how is that the conduct of a hero?"

Feng Yi heard this and sneered: "You master and disciple have countless dead beneath your hands; isn't it just because your martial skill surpasses theirs, giving you power over life and death?"

Making people commit suicide, yet treating it as a great favor—aren't those people more resentful than you? Today Feng Yi is stronger than you; whatever I demand, you must give; it is reasonable and proper, the very picture of justice."

Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo silently cursed: "This bastard learns nothing else, only how to oppress others with martial force—when they kill people, isn't that exactly what they do? Seeing Feng Yi's martial strength, astonishing and unknown, yet completely disregarding dignity, although he is a cripple, compared to masters like Huang Yaoshi he is all the more headache-inducing."

Moreover, thinking that if he covets the Five Poisons Secret Manual, she could also match wits with him; she flicked her clothes and sneered: "What kind of person am I, Li Mochou? I have wandered the jianghu alone all my life, never submitting to threats; you underestimate me."

Then thinking that since he coveted the Five Poisons Secret Manual, I could also match wits with him; upon this thought, she flicked her garments and coldly said, "What kind of person am I, Li Mochou? All my life I've roamed the jianghu, coming and going alone, never submitting to threats; you have underestimated me."

Feng Yi laughed and said, "Do you know me? Do you know my nature?"

Li Mochou knew of all the formidable figures in the jianghu, but she had never heard the name Feng Yi before, and she asked, "What do you mean!"

Feng Yi said calmly: "I never provoke good people, but I show no mercy to the wicked—especially someone like you, a murderous maniac. Against you, I have methods you could never imagine, and nothing I cannot do. You can figure that out for yourself."

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Li Mochou and her disciple stared at Feng Yi, their faces turning pale then green; Hong Lingbo gulped hard and, trembling, asked, "What are you going to do to us?"

Translate: Li Mochou and her disciple stared at Feng Yi, their faces alternating between green and white; Hong Lingbo swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she said: "What do you intend to do to us?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Yi gave a light, cold laugh: "For instance, I could ruin your kung fu and sell you to the Flower Satisfaction Pavilion for some silver—I'm too ashamed to take your beauty, and I can't profit from it, so I'll settle for the money. Being pragmatic isn't wrong; I just need to gain something."

Translate: "What?" Feng Yi gave a light cold smile: "For example, I could cripple your martial arts, sell you to the Flower Full Pavilion for some silver—after all, I'm embarrassed to take your beauty, and I can't profit from it, so I'll just take some silver. People, being realistic isn't wrong; I always seek something!"

"You scoundrel!" Hong Lingbo flushed with anger and shouted, "I misjudged you!"

Translate: "You scoundrel!" Hong Lingbo's face flushed red, she shouted sharply: "I misjudged you!"

Feng Yi said calmly: "I, Feng Yi, act for myself alone; I don't care how you see me."

Translate: Feng Yi said lightly: "I, Feng Yi, conduct myself and act for my own eyes; I don't care how you view me!"

I also wonder how much a lady like Li Xianzi, who's been troubled by love all her life, would fetch at the Flower Satisfaction Pavilion.

Translate: "I also want to know how much a Li immortal trapped by love all her life would be worth at the Flower Full Pavilion!"

Li Mochou stared at him silently, her expression unreadable, but then she trembled with rage, pointed at Feng Yi and shouted, "Dog thief, don't get cocky! You're inhuman, a vile, shameless beast—no matter how skilled you are, I, Li Mochou, even if I become a vengeful spirit, will never forgive you."

Translate: Li Mochou had been silently gazing at him, her eyes unclear whether joy or sorrow, but now she trembled with anger, pointing at Feng Yi and wailing: "Dog thief, don't get too pleased! You are utterly inhuman, a vile, shameless beast; even if your martial arts were supreme, I, Li Mochou, would become a vengeful ghost and never forgive you."

She then raised her left palm and struck straight at his head.

Translate: Saying this, she raised her left palm and struck straight at his head.

Feng Yi was merely trying to intimidate her; he never expected her to be so fierce. Shocked, he called out to stop, but it was too late—he flicked his staff, sprang into the air like a meteor, rushed to Li Mochou, and lightning‑fast grabbed her pale jade wrist.

Translate: Feng Yi was merely trying to scare her; he never expected this woman to be so resolute. His heart jolted, he shouted to stop, but it was too late—he casually tapped his staff, leapt off the ground like a shooting star, rushed to Li Mochou's front, struck like lightning, and seized her bright white jade wrist.

Li Mochou felt a strange pain deep in her bones and let out a soft, alluring groan.

Translate: Li Mochou felt an odd pain deep in her bones, and immediately let out a soft groan, her manner very alluring.

As he seized her wrist, Feng Yi felt it soft as cotton, and Li Mochou's gentle moan sounded like a woman's sigh. Being in the prime of his youth and having spent recent days in brothels, his lust was inflamed; confronted with such alluring beauty, he felt as if he were gripping a red‑hot iron and instinctively let go.

Translate: As Feng Yi gripped her wrist, he felt it soft as cotton; Li Mochou's soft moan was like a woman's sigh. Feng Yi, in the vigor of youth, had been frequenting brothels these days, his desire already burning; encountering this beauty's temptation, he felt as if he held a red-hot iron, and instinctively loosened his grip.

But the instant he relaxed his grip, Li Mochou loosened her whisk, felt her waist, and flicked her jade hand forward, striking Feng Yi squarely in the abdomen.

Translate: Unexpectedly, the moment he loosened his grip, Li Mochou also relaxed her right hand, which had been holding the horsetail whisk; she felt her waist, then swiftly flicked her jade hand, seizing the opening and striking squarely at Feng Yi's abdomen.

Indeed, it's like a bee's sting—a woman's heart can be the most poisonous of all.

Translate: Truly, a bee's sting on the tail, and a woman's heart is the most poisonous!

Li Mochou, the scarlet‑thread snake, at last bared her fangs!

Translate: Li Mochou, this crimson silk snake, finally bared her fangs!

From Feng Yi rescuing someone and releasing his grip to Li Mochou's sneak attack, it unfolded in a flash—faster than lightning. No matter how skilled Feng Yi was, he couldn't evade it in that instant.

Translate: From Feng Yi saving someone and letting go, to Li Mochou's sneak attack, it happened as fast as lightning—barely an instant; no matter how high Feng Yi's martial arts, in such a situation he could not evade.

Of course, he could do that because he hadn't even considered dodging.

Translate: Of course, he could do that because he hadn't thought of dodging.

Although Feng Yi's combat experience doesn't match Li Mochou's, he has fought his way out of sieges by masters, amid piles of corpses and seas of blood—something Li Mochou could never hope to equal.

Translate: Although Feng Yi's combat experience wasn't as extensive as Li Mochou's, he had fought his way out of sieges by masters, through mountains of corpses and seas of blood—a scene Li Mochou could never match.

Hong Lingbo, however, was so startled she covered her mouth.

Translate: Hong Lingbo, however, was startled and covered her mouth.

Li Mochou is astute; she realizes Feng Yi hasn't yet achieved his aim, so she won't stand idly by while she's about to die—she will surely act to stop him.

Translate: Li Mochou was shrewd; she knew Feng Yi's goal wasn't achieved, so she could not bear to watch herself die and would surely intervene.

In that instant she unleashed her secret killing move, the Scarlet Thread Divine Palm—a technique so vicious and meticulously planned that nothing could surpass it.

Translate: At that instant, she unleashed her hidden killing technique, the "Crimson Silk Divine Palm"—its malicious intent and intricate planning were beyond compare.

She put everything she had into the strike, channeling all her training; the palm landed, her inner energy surged to inject the Scarlet Thread Divine Palm's poison into his dantian, where she would slowly refine him.

Translate: Moreover, she struck with all her might, unleashing everything she had learned; once Li Mochou's palm landed, she urgently channeled her inner force, seeking to inject the Crimson Silk Divine Palm's toxin into the opponent's dantian, then slowly refine him.

Yet she felt Feng Yi's abdomen at first soft as still water, then suddenly hard as an iron plate; her palm strike, like waves crashing against a seawall, was completely bounced back.

Translate: Yet she felt Feng Yi's abdomen initially soft as still water, then suddenly hard as an iron plate; her palm force, like waves hitting a seawall, was entirely reflected back.

That strike was like a ten‑thousand‑foot building losing its footing; she sensed danger and tried to retreat, but it was too late—she heard a crack and her right arm snapped.

Translate: This blow was like a ten-thousand-zhang high building losing footing; she sensed danger, hastily retreated, but it was too late—only a crack was heard, and her right arm was shattered.

Feng Yi gave a heh‑heh cold laugh: "You're asking for death; I'll oblige."

Translate: Feng Yi chuckled coldly: "You seek your own death; I will grant it!"

Clad in the black silkworm robe and shielded by the Divine Illumination technique, he had no fear of a sneak attack—yet Li Mochou's assault ignited his killing intent, and he unleashed a punch like a bolt of lightning.

Translate: He wore a black silkworm robe and had the Divine Illumination Skill protecting his body—how could he fear a sneak attack? Yet regardless of success or failure, Li Mochou's ambush against him aroused his killing intent, and he threw a punch like an electric strike.

His inner energy was so pure he needed no special technique; few in the world could withstand his full‑force strike, and now, striking in anger, his power was unmatched.

Translate: His inner force was extremely pure; he fundamentally needed no technique—few in the world could withstand his full-force blow, and now, striking with anger, his power was unmatched.

Li Mochou had only thought of ambushing Feng Yi; when she realized something was amiss, it was already too late—she felt an overwhelming force, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, rushing straight to crush her chest.

Translate: Li Mochou only thought of ambushing Feng Yi; when she realized it was wrong, everything was too late—she suddenly felt an immense, overwhelming power, like mountains collapsing and earth splitting, rushing straight toward her chest.

With a 'crack‑crack‑crack,' Li Mochou's chest felt as if hit by a thousand‑jin iron hammer; her body was flung back over ten feet, slamming into the courtyard's memorial wall with a boom, shattering stone and causing the thick wall to collapse.

Translate: "Crack—", Li Mochou's chest seemed struck by a thousand-jin iron hammer; her body was flung backward over ten feet, directly hitting the stele wall in the courtyard with a bang, stone fragments flying, the massive wall collapsing with a roar.

Li Mochou fell to a sitting position on the ground, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood,

Translate: Li Mochou fell to the ground, sitting, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood,

Her eyes widened with shock, disbelief, and dread; she felt her whole body go limp as if lying on fluffy cotton. Hong Lingbo watched her master collapse like a heap of mud, eyes shut tight, face pale almost translucent—she had died. Only then did she gasp, rush forward, and embrace her master, feeling her body limp and finding no breath when she checked her nose.

Translate: her eyes wide open, terror, doubt, and disbelief mingling in her gaze; she felt her whole body limp as if lying on fluffy clouds. Hong Lingbo watched her master collapse like a heap of mud, eyes tightly shut, face pale almost translucent, already dead. Only then did she react, letting out a startled cry, rushing over to embrace her master, feeling her body limp, probing her nose—no breath remained.

Hong Lingbo's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

Translate: Hong Lingbo couldn't help but her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

She had been hunted by enemies since childhood, rescued by Li Mochou, and taken as her disciple—so she naturally felt deep affection for her.

Translate: She had been pursued by enemies since childhood, her life saved by Li Mochou, and she became her disciple; naturally she held deep affection for her master.

Now her master lay dead before her; instantly a wave of sorrow swept through her, and she couldn't help but burst into loud sobs—like the cries of apes in the Wu Gorge and the mournful cuckoo in spring mountains, utterly heartbreaking.

Translate: Now, with her master dead before her eyes, a wave of sorrowful grief swept through her, and she could not help but burst into loud weeping, as mournful as apes crying in the Wu Gorge and cuckoos weeping on spring mountains—utterly heartbreaking.

As she wept, someone tapped her shoulder; she turned and saw Feng Yi standing silently behind him, sighing: "She's vicious and treacherous, wasting my kindness to further her own schemes—this is truly the heart of a snake and scorpion, devoid of heaven's conscience, shameful and hateful. Keeping her in the world would only bring disaster; her death is actually a good thing for you, so don't grieve too much."

Translate: As she wept, someone tapped her shoulder; she turned and saw Feng Yi standing silently behind her, sighing: "She is vicious and deceitful, ruining my kindness to further her own schemes—truly the heart of a snake and scorpion, devoid of heaven's conscience, shameful and hateful; keeping her in the world would only bring harm, her death is also good for you, so don't grieve too much."

Hong Lingbo stopped crying, her face streaked with tears and devoid of color; she abandoned her master, stared at Feng Yi with trembling legs, and gave a bitter smile: "It's my fault—I have eyes but no pearls, I've implicated my master."

Translate: Hong Lingbo stopped crying and wiped her tears, her lovely face streaked with tears, bloodless; she cast aside her master, stared at Feng Yi, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She gave a bitter smile and said: "It's my blindness that implicated my master."

With a clang, she drew her long sword and shouted, 'I'll fight you to the death!' Then she thrust the sword toward Feng Yi's chest.

Translate: She drew her long sword with a clang, shouting sharply: "I'll fight you to the death!" and thrust the sword at Feng Yi's chest.

Feng Yi frowned, shifted his stance, and lightly flicked his wrist to seize Hong Lingbo's—but she showed no fear, staring him down.

Translate: Feng Yi frowned slightly, shifted his body, lightly waved his arm, and seized Hong Lingbo's wrist—yet she showed no fear, staring at him.

For a moment Feng Yi found it laughable; he said slowly that Li Mochou had just tried to kill her—just as in the original tale, in the Valley of Unfeeling, Li Mochou had intended to use her as a stepping stone to leap out of the Love‑Flower thicket, but instead she dragged Li Mochou into the thicket, and then Li Mochou kicked her in the abdomen, shattering her internal organs, and she died among the Love‑Flowers.

Translate: For a moment Feng Yi found it laughable; he said slowly that Li Mochou had just tried to kill her, as in the original plot: in Jueqing Gu, Li Mochou intended to use her as a stepping stone to leap out of the Qing Hua Cong, but instead she dragged Li Mochou into the Qing Hua Cong, and then Li Mochou kicked her in the abdomen, shattering her internal organs, and she died in the Qing Hua Cong.

Feng Yi said solemnly: 'You do have feelings and righteousness; for that sake, tell me your light‑skill technique, and I'll spare your life.'

Translate: Feng Yi said solemnly: "You also have affection and righteousness; for this sake, tell me your lightness skill, and I will spare your life."

Hong Lingbo was both startled and angry, shouting: 'Don't even think about it, you vile petty person—I……'

Translate: Hong Lingbo was both startled and angry, shouting: "Don't even think about it, you vile petty person—I..."

Before she could finish speaking, a surge of heat flowed from Feng Yi's palm; half of Hong Lingbo's body went numb and limp, she stumbled forward and collapsed to the ground.

Translate: Before she could finish, a surge of heat flowed from Feng Yi's palm; half of Hong Lingbo's body went numb, and she involuntarily stumbled forward, collapsing to the ground.

Hong Lingbo turned her head and saw Feng Yi already crouched, his hand reaching into her master's bosom.

Translate: Hong Lingbo looked back and saw Feng Yi already crouching, his hand reaching into her master's bosom.

(End of Chapter)