Stealing the Master's Technique
Throughout the entire process, Duan Lin completely ignored him, carelessly brushing the medicinal liquid onto the woman's body. That green, juice-like substance clung tightly to the skin the moment it touched her, drying almost immediately. Before long, she'd finished the back side entirely, then issued a curt command.
"Turn over!"
"..."
The noblewoman gritted her teeth and rolled onto her front. She didn't dare meet Chu Fei's eyes now, and he could tell she was deeply regretting her appointment today.
One had to admit, this noblewoman kept her figure in phenomenal shape. Even in her thirties, she had all the right dips and swells—especially between her legs. Beneath a gently mounded hill sparsely covered in soft hair lay a tender pink slit, starkly vivid against surrounding pale smoothness, like the untouched flower of some sheltered virgin untouched by the world's storms. No wonder a woman like this could land herself a spot as a noblewife; she had more than enough assets to ensnare a dominant man.
But Duan Lin had zero interest in admiring the body beneath her hands. She slathered on the last of the liquid with a few quick strokes, then stepped aside to wash up. Astonishingly, she even grabbed a bucket and started watering the flowers, leaving the noblewoman—who'd cracked her eyes open in secret—and Chu Fei to stare at each other.
Seeing Chu Fei brazenly scanning her naked form, the noblewoman burned with fury. But she didn't dare make a sound. With the medicinal liquid coating her skin, she couldn't even twitch. All she could do was shoot him furious glares, silently begging for a shred of decency or shame. Unfortunately, Chu Fei kept fixating on the green goo covering her, then—in a bold move—stepped closer and prodded her skin with a fingertip...
"Hey!!" The noblewoman finally snapped. "Master Duan, he's molesting me..."
Chu Fei acted like he hadn't heard a word. He simply popped his green-stained finger into his mouth. Instantly, it dissolved into a warm current that seeped into his body. As expected, the potion Duan Lin had concocted packed tremendous energy—likely offering major benefits to the human physique. Was that why she was so popular?
"You're playing with fire. That juice is for external use only. Swallowing it directly will wreak havoc on your body—severe... Huh? Why aren't you affected at all?"
Duan Lin's icy voice cut in from the side, though it shifted to surprise by the end.
"..."
Chu Fei shot her a cool glance. Clearly, she'd waited until after he'd tasted it to warn him, so he saw no point in responding. He just retreated to his spot.
Duan Lin approached, eyeing the fingerprint on the noblewoman's skin, then Chu Fei. She finally furrowed her brow, lost in thought for a moment. But she didn't press further—instead, she launched into a full-body massage for the young wife.
Clearly, Duan Lin employed a unique technique to activate the potion's properties, helping it better absorb into the woman's skin and body. She made no effort to hide her work from Chu Fei watching nearby, but her movements were blindingly fast—far too quick for any normal person to follow. This made it obvious she had zero intention of teaching him anything; she was only letting him observe due to her deal with Xie Qin.
Of course, this was simple human nature, and Chu Fei wouldn't hold it against her. Because no matter how swiftly she moved, he saw everything crystal clear...
In his eyes, Duan Lin's actions played out like slow motion from a movie.
This ability had first surfaced last time at Li Xin's company during the brawl. Facing down those hulking thugs, Chu Fei had instinctively focused all his concentration. His body's usual swirling black-and-white energies surged straight to his eyes, and suddenly the world slipped into infinite slow-motion.
Everyone's movements crawled to a glacial pace—like those "bullet time" shots in films. He was certain that even gunfire couldn't touch him in that state. That was how he'd effortlessly sent three bruisers rolling on the floor, even searing a massive brand onto one guy's chest without breaking a sweat.
With this power now in his arsenal, as soon as Duan Lin began the massage, Chu Fei instinctively channeled the black-and-white energies to his eyes. Every one of her motions was laid bare to him. And the most outrageous part? He'd committed it all to memory after just a single pass—perfect photographic recall.
In other words, no matter how deliberately Duan Lin tried to conceal her secrets, Chu Fei had absorbed them completely.
Of course, he wasn't dumb enough to let her know that.
Soon enough, Duan Lin finished the massage and sent the young wife into the inner room for a shower. When she emerged dressed, Duan Lin shooed her out. It all seemed straightforward—no mention of payment or anything. But Chu Fei figured she'd already collected her fee upfront...