Chapter 125: The Heavenly Eye of Martial Arts

Zhao Feng swallowed hard. It wasn't that his willpower was weak; it was simply incredibly difficult to resist a woman who was so slender yet so voluptuous.

The contrast was striking.

Zhao Feng dared not look any longer. He grabbed Li Ting’s left leg and said, "Now, I’m going to start the acupuncture."

"Oh, oh! Alright!"

Zhao Feng stole another glance, prompting a soft huff from Li Ting. "Hey! What are you looking at? I can't read your mind right now, but you must be thinking of something wicked, you bad man!"

Zhao Feng gave an awkward laugh. "I am not!"

"Hmph! Still saying you aren't? Then what are you looking at?"

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. "I’m looking at the ocean!"

"The ocean? What ocean?"

"Nothing, nothing at all!" Zhao Feng mimicked Li Ting’s tone.

"Pfft!" Li Ting spat out a soft sound and fell silent.

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose, feeling a bit guilty. He grasped Li Ting’s leg and gently stroked it, but she pulled her leg back as if she had been electrocuted.

Zhao Feng blinked. "What’s wrong?"

Li Ting’s pretty face flushed. "It’s nothing, your touch on the fine hairs on my leg was just a bit ticklish!"

"Oh, I see!"

Zhao Feng took hold of her small, delicate foot again, thinking to himself, *These feet are so fair, so beautiful.*

Li Ting rolled her eyes. "You bad man, what are you thinking about? Why can I never hear your inner thoughts?"

Zhao Feng smiled, keeping silent. He pulled a set of disposable silver needles from his pocket, picked one up, and gently inserted it into her ankle.

"Mm~"

Li Ting couldn't help but let out a seductive moan.

Zhao Feng chuckled. "How does that feel?"

"It feels like an electric shock!" she replied.

"Haha! Let’s continue, then."

"Okay!"

Zhao Feng’s technique was precise. He picked up another needle.

*Zzzzt!*

The needle pierced her skin.

"Mm~"

Li Ting couldn't help but make the sound again.

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. "Be quiet, will you? I can't concentrate on the acupuncture like this!"

Her face turned bright red. "I don't know why... I’ve never made sounds like this before!"

"Oh," Zhao Feng nodded. "Then try to stay quiet."

"Fine, I’ll try! It’s just... it’s too hard to control!"

Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Now, I’m going to start the massage!"

"Okay!"

Zhao Feng placed his slender palms gently on her ankle and began to massage with a soft touch.

"How is it? Does it still hurt?"

"Huh?" Li Ting looked surprised. "After the acupuncture, it doesn't hurt at all when you move my ankle!"

"Haha! That means it’s working!"

Zhao Feng used both hands to slowly mobilize her ankle.

"Ooh~"

Li Ting let out another moving sound. Zhao Feng shook his head, ignoring it, and continued the massage. He pressed his palms against her ankle, slowly channeling his spiritual energy.

"Ah!" Li Ting gasped.

Zhao Feng was speechless. "What is it now?"

"How are you using spiritual energy to heal me?"

Zhao Feng was stunned. "You can see spiritual energy?"

In truth, this wasn't Zhao Feng's fault. Ordinary people cannot see spiritual energy, as it is an ethereal, intangible gas. Unless a cultivator captures it, the world has no idea what it looks like. Furthermore, the color of one's spiritual energy is tied to their spiritual root, and unless a cultivator intentionally reveals it, ordinary people shouldn't be able to see it.

Li Ting rubbed her nose. "I can see your spiritual energy—it's green! A deep, vibrant green! It's very pure!"

Zhao Feng was astonished. The emerald energy she described was the manifestation of his own spiritual root. He possessed a Wood spiritual root, the most suitable type for an alchemist.

He stopped channeling the energy and asked, "How about now?"

"Hmm..." Li Ting pondered for a moment. "Now, your energy is hidden in one of the meridians in your arm!"

Zhao Feng was even more shocked. He blurted out, "The Martial Heaven Eye?!"

*Hoo!*

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, his heart racing. Li Ting had surprised him far too many times. He stared at her in disbelief. "I never imagined that the Martial Heaven Eye and Telepathy—the absolute pinnacles of martial talent—could both exist in one person!"

Li Ting blinked. "What is the Martial Heaven Eye?"

"Nothing! Your eyes are the Martial Heaven Eye," Zhao Feng said, pointing to her lively, expressive eyes.

"Oh!" Li Ting scratched her head, falling silent as if in deep thought.

After the series of shocks, Zhao Feng no longer had the heart to continue the treatment. He pulled out the needles. "You're all set. You can go now."

"Oh, okay!"

Li Ting moved her left foot. "Huh? It really doesn't hurt anymore!" she laughed.

Zhao Feng nodded. "You should head back."

"Oh, okay!"

Li Ting stood up and put on her shoes. As she bent over, her silhouette became incredibly provocative. Zhao Feng found himself dazzled. He stood behind her, rubbing his nose, feeling a lingering sense of guilt.

Once her shoes were on, Li Ting walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She turned back and waved at Zhao Feng. "I’m leaving then?"

Zhao Feng waved impatiently. "Go, go! Hurry up!"

"Hmph!" Li Ting pouted indignantly. She waved one last time. "Goodbye!"

"Bye-bye!"

With that, Li Ting jumped directly from the second floor. She landed gracefully and, with a few nimble leaps, vanished into the distance.

Zhao Feng stood by the window, silently watching her retreating figure. Then, he leaped from the second floor as well. However, he did not land. He summoned his Green Shuttle, floated into the high air, and flew in the direction Li Ting had disappeared.

The night was pitch black.

The entire Nanhai Island was serene. It was a crescent-shaped island; looking toward the east, one could see a continuous expanse of crescent-shaped white sand and the endless, rolling sea.

In a corner of the island stood a treehouse. Li Ting’s figure came to a stop there. She leaped into the treehouse, startling the person inside.

It was the same companion who had been with her on the airplane. Seeing Li Ting, she became instantly agitated. "Miss, where have you been? You had me worried to death!"

"Haha!" Li Ting laughed. "I went to see my savior!"

Wang Lu blinked. "The young man from the plane?"

"Yes!"

"Why go see him?" Wang Lu asked angrily. She seemed to have a negative impression of Zhao Feng.

Li Ting smiled. "It's nothing, he's just an interesting person!"

"Oh," Wang Lu replied flatly.

Li Ting’s face suddenly turned cold. "Those annoying people are here again!"

"Who?!"

Before Wang Lu could finish her exclamation, a flurry of blades and swords descended upon them.