He immediately seemed to be reminded by that unusual sound and quickly reined in all his strength. His fingers moved away from that trigger point as if he had been burned, and his face perfectly displayed a look of worry and apology.
"Your Highness!" Ye Yin's voice carried a hint of panic. "What's wrong? Was I too heavy-handed and pressed on an old injury? I am truly sorry! If you can't bear this medicinal power, perhaps we should stop here for today?"
He made a gesture to withdraw his hands, slowly pulling his arms away from Qian Renxue's waist.
Stop… He stopped? Qian Renxue roared frantically in her heart. That instant… did he feel it? Damn it! Is he really unaware, or is he just pretending? What do I do?! What do I do now?!
After so many years of working undercover, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a dangerous situation. She was really asking for it. Why did she have to come and visit Shrek Academy in the first place?
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Ye Yin! I will make you repay today's humiliation a thousand times over!
[Resentment from Qian Renxue +99!]
While she roared wildly in her heart, in reality, she could only bite her lower lip tightly. She took a shaky breath, forcing an extremely ugly, almost distorted smile onto her face. "No… no problem! It's just…" She paused, as if searching for a plausible excuse. "It's just that this medicinal power… it's too fierce… it rushed straight to my heart and… I choked… Junior Brother Ye… your technique is very good… but for today… let's… stop here!"
Before she could finish, Ye Yin interrupted her. "In that case, then I won't use the essential oil anymore," he said calmly. "I'll just use my massage techniques."
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As he spoke, Ye Yin's arms, which had just been withdrawn, were placed back on her chest, repeating the previous movements. Qian Renxue wished she could slap herself. Why did you have to run your mouth like that!
"Your Highness's pectoral muscles… are truly… abnormally tense and hard. The degree of accumulated fatigue far exceeds that of ordinary people," Ye Yin commented. "However… the texture of your skin is excellent. It's delicate and smooth… Hmm… warm to the touch. If I weren't seeing it with my own eyes, feeling this supple texture, it would be easy to mistake it for… a woman's!"
Qian Renxue's heart trembled. He knows!
But Ye Yin quickly changed the subject. "The Crown Prince is toiling for the country. It must be truly difficult."
Difficult? Qian Renxue felt that every second of this was like a year of agony. Ye Yin's palms and fingertips were like burning irons, and each touch made her soul tremble. She had never imagined that she would one day fall into such a passive, humiliating situation, being touched all over by a man like this…
After massaging her upper body, Ye Yin moved on to her lower body, though he carefully avoided exploring any key areas, so as not to appear like a complete pervert. Throughout the entire process, Qian Renxue's body was stiff beyond words, and her face was as pale as paper from the sheer effort of enduring it. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, with only one frantic thought in her mind: End! End quickly!
Who knows how long passed—perhaps just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or perhaps as long as a century. Ye Yin finally stopped.
"Alright, Your Highness," his voice carried a hint of satisfaction. "For the first use, the time should not be too long, and the effect has already begun to show. How do you feel?"
Xue Qinghe suddenly opened her eyes, forcefully suppressing the waves of shock and humiliated killing intent swirling within them. With all her strength, she forced out a natural-looking smile. "Wonderful… indescribably wonderful! Junior Brother's technique is divine, and this essential oil is a creation of heaven and earth! I have never felt so… relaxed and refreshed!"
Her voice struggled to remain steady, but a faint tremor was still there. "There are still some matters to attend to in the palace, so I'm afraid I must take my leave." She had to leave immediately.
"Your Highness's duties are important. I will see you out," Ye Yin nodded.
When Xue Qinghe finally got into her simple carriage and the wheels began to turn, driving away from Shrek Academy, she collapsed onto the seat as if all her strength had left her. Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat. She suddenly clenched the black jade bottle in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the effort. Her face no longer held any trace of its gentle, jade-like demeanor; there was only bone-chilling killing intent and a shame so deep it felt like her soul was collapsing.
"Ye… Yin!" The two words were squeezed out from between her clenched teeth, carrying endless coldness. The suppressed spirit power inside the carriage was like a volcano about to erupt. That massage, for her, had been the most intense torture imaginable.
"Your Highness, I'll help you continue the massage next time."
Hearing Ye Yin's voice echo in her mind, Qian Renxue's body subconsciously trembled. She was truly afraid.
[Resentment from Qian Renxue +99!]
Ye Yin carefully counted the resentment points he had gained, humming a tune as he returned to the academy. He was really happy today.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament was about to begin. Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong gathered the Shrek team to explain the rules.
"Simple, we'll just kill them instantly!" Ye Yin casually waved his hand and took out an Upgraded Zhuge Divine Crossbow. "I'll give each of you one of these! One volley, and they'll all be knocked down! If they're not down, I'll switch to a chain arrow belt. Even with seven ordinary people, I have a hundred ways to win!"
Flender looked at Ye Yin with a deadpan expression. "Besides the rules I already told you about, there are two more important points. First, no use of any weapons that are not inherent to one's own Spirit."
[Resentment from Ye Yin +20!]
Ye Yin silently put away the crossbow and replaced it with black garlic, surströmming, and bursting stinky tofu. "No weapons, then no weapons! I still have fifty other ways! I'll just throw bursting stinky tofu at their faces until they start fighting amongst themselves. And I've still got black garlic and surströmming. They'll be in a world of misery!"
Flender said slowly, "Second point: for the sake of fairness, during the competition, no drugs or food that are not produced by a food-system or healing-system Spirit Master may be used."
[Resentment from Ye Yin +20!]
He put away the three items. "Then I have nothing left," he grumbled. "I always feel like these competitions are targeting me!"
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