The next second, the giant serpent composed of three toxic fumes lunged at Li Qianfan.

Lin Jingying was so frightened her face turned ghastly pale, but Li Qianfan’s lips curved into a disdainful smile.

The serpent was now right in front of Li Qianfan, its massive blood-red maw opening wide and aiming to bite him.

Li Qianfan’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, as calm as if he were standing unmoved before a collapsing Mount Tai.

“Hold your breath,” Li Qianfan instructed.

Lin Jingying immediately held her breath, instinctively clinging tightly to Li Qianfan.

Li Qianfan wrapped his left arm around Lin Jingying while his right hand shot out like lightning, conjuring a swirling vortex from thin air.

The toxic serpent dissolved into the vortex in Li Qianfan’s palm in an instant, vanishing without a trace.

Meanwhile, the flame-like pattern on the back of Li Qianfan’s right hand twisted and pulsated, as though alive.

This was the Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand!

Li Qianfan had activated the Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand, absorbing Wang Hongyun’s toxic fumes into his own right hand!

“How is this possible?! What sort of technique is that?!”

Wang Hongyun stared at Li Qianfan in shock, his eyes brimming with disbelief.

“I’m not interested in giving you an explanation,” Li Qianfan replied calmly.

“No! I don’t believe it!”

Wang Hongyun yelled, pulling out five glass bottles and shattering them.

A larger, multicolored serpent materialized, its enormous size and iridescent hues making one’s scalp tingle just to look at it.

Yet Li Qianfan’s expression remained just as disdainful.

As the serpent lunged closer, Li Qianfan repeated his technique, sealing it temporarily within the Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand.

“Playing with poison in front of me is like trying to show off your swordsmanship in front of Guan Yu!” Li Qianfan mocked.

“Who are you?!”

Wang Hongyun cried out, his face twisted in madness.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that you’re about to die,”

Li Qianfan said before suddenly sweeping his right hand, releasing the two serpents he had trapped in his Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand. They surged toward Wang Hongyun.

“No—”

Wang Hongyun’s terrified scream was cut short as the two serpents engulfed him completely.

His skin began to rot, his clothes dissolving into filth.

“Kill me… kill me… I beg you for a swift death…”

Wang Hongyun collapsed to his knees, convulsing as unbearable pain contorted his features.

Yet Li Qianfan watched coldly, unmoving, without so much as a crook of his finger.

“Ahhhhh… I won’t let you off… Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off… I curse you… I curse you to die without descendants…”

Wang Hongyun died.

Not even a corpse remained.

He was killed by his own poison, his body rotting into black sludge that seeped into a nearby filthy ditch.

“Curse me to die without descendants? You don’t need to curse me. I already have no descendants, alright? And even if I did, so what?”

Li Qianfan remarked playfully, before turning his gaze to Lin Jingying in his arms.

Lin Jingying was still holding her breath, her face flushed red with discomfort.

“Alright, you can breathe now,” Li Qianfan said.

Lin Jingying immediately gasped for air in large mouthfuls, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Holding Lin Jingying’s warm, trembling form, Li Qianfan felt his heart stir, his emotions surging recklessly.

More importantly, Lin Jingying was being exceedingly forward—her endlessly enticing figure pressed and rubbed against him, her legs brushed sensually against his, and her burning, ravenous gaze bore into him.

Even though he knew Lin Jingying’s condition was the product of Wang Hongyun’s aphrodisiac, Li Qianfan couldn’t help but swallow a gulp of saliva.

“Li Xiang… I feel so uncomfortable… please, help me…”

Lin Jingying murmured breathily, her flushed face radiating desire, her beautiful eyes locking fervently onto Li Qianfan.

Li Qianfan quickly said, “Sister Lin, sit down first. Let me check and treat you.”

Li Qianfan guided Lin Jingying to sit and grasped her right hand, transferring True Qi to examine her condition.

After a moment, Li Qianfan’s face showed a helpless expression.

The aphrodisiac affecting Lin Jingying couldn’t be neutralized.

To be precise, it wasn’t something that could be treated using medical skills.

Because the substance wasn’t poison at all—it was, in fact, a potent tonic meant to drastically stimulate the body’s metabolism and circulation. Its effect was to prompt the secretion of hormones, throwing the body into a state of uncontrollable lust and desperation to mate with the opposite sex.

Since it was a tonic, it couldn’t be suppressed easily.

That left only one final solution—to physically satisfy Lin Jingying through intimate relations. Once her needs were fulfilled, the drug’s effects would naturally dissipate.

But if such an act were to happen now, how was Li Qianfan supposed to explain this to Liu Ruyan afterward?

Not that this was the pressing issue.

The real issue came during the examination, when Li Qianfan unexpectedly discovered a unique force lodged within Lin Jingying’s body.

This force was none other than the Power of the Solar Terms!

Feeling the Solar Terms force within Lin Jingying, Li Qianfan was simultaneously astonished and elated, a surge of tenderness washing over him.

“Sister Lin, what’s your birthdate?” Li Qianfan asked.

“Why… are you asking… that… now…?” Lin Jingying struggled to reply.

“It’s important. Please answer me quickly,” Li Qianfan urged.

Lin Jingying had no choice but to reveal her date of birth.

Grain Buds!

Lin Jingying’s birthdate coincided perfectly with the Grain Buds solar term!

This meant the Solar Terms force within her was indeed linked to Grain Buds!

What an incredible find!

A new Solar Terms force to add to his arsenal!

Li Qianfan was overwhelmed with joy, his excitement so intense his hands trembled slightly.

“I feel awful… I’m burning up… ahhhhh… Li Xiang… quick, give me… I can’t stand this itch anymore…”

Lin Jingying sobbed, her desperation reaching a fever pitch as she threw herself onto Li Qianfan, pinning him to the ground.

She straddled Li Qianfan like riding a horse, peppering his face, lips, and forehead with fervent kisses and bites, her delicate hands tugging and tearing at his clothes.

It genuinely appeared as if Lin Jingying were attempting to assault Li Qianfan!

“Sister Lin, think this through. I won’t be responsible for you afterward,” Li Qianfan said.

“I don’t need your responsibility… just satisfy me… I’m suffering…”

Lin Jingying pleaded desperately, finally pulling Li Qianfan’s trousers down.

Then Lin Jingying sank heavily onto Li Qianfan’s body, their forms merging tightly together, becoming one in the most intimate of ways.