Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

Lin Xuan had felt something was wrong with his body since the afternoon in the coffee shop.

Especially the moment I touched An Lan's palm.

The evil fire in his lower abdomen spontaneously entered the other person's body.

Although An Lan hid it very well, Lin Xuan still noticed something was wrong.

But he dared not touch An Lan again.

But now, the test samples are delivered to your door!

Massage your own legs?

it is good!

Then give it a good massage yourself!

"Manager Su, is the pressure enough?"

While gently massaging her calves, Lin Xuan actively circulated his nameless internal energy technique.

"No...no...you can."

Su Yurou's body trembled slightly, but she clearly felt a warm current flowing through her entire body.

It felt as if I was soaking in a slightly hot spring.

The temperature was a little uncomfortable at first, but it became very comfortable afterwards.

"Manager Su's calves feel a bit tight; you can massage the Chengshan acupoint more often."

"Um..."

"I'll use a little force."

"No...don't..."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan manipulated his true essence, circulating it through Su Yurou's body for one cycle.

Within five minutes, Su Yurou was already starting to feel the strain.

Lin Xuan withdrew all the true essence he had injected into the body.

really!

His true energy has grown stronger!

In that instant, Su Yurou's body trembled violently.

Then, as if deflated, she lay down on the sofa.

Lin Xuan didn't notice her expression; instead, he was deep in thought.

The "nourishment" of true essence through this cycle is indeed equivalent to several hours of meditation.

He really is an evil cultivator!

"Manager Su, let's switch legs and continue."

After saying that, Lin Xuan began to inject his true essence into Su Yurou's other leg before she could speak.

"No..."

Su Yurou was startled when she heard this. She was about to refuse when that hot, warm current appeared again.

Lin Xuan didn't notice, because he clearly felt it.

After these two attempts, it seems that some kind of "barrier" inside my body has begun to loosen.

It's a very strange feeling.

Another cycle has begun.

As her true essence returned, Su Yurou uttered a weak sound.

Her face was flushed, as if she had just soaked in a hot spring for a long time, and her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Manager Su, it's only been ten minutes. My massages usually last at least half an hour."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he gestured to extend his hand.

"Spare me...please spare me..."

Su Yurou's voice was tinged with sobs, completely devoid of her previous charm and composure.

Lin Xuan smiled, said nothing more, and withdrew his hand.

The room fell silent, save for Su Yurou's slightly rapid breathing.

It took her a full five minutes to come to her senses.

Her gaze towards Lin Xuan was incredibly complex:

There was shock, confusion, and a hint of barely concealed... infatuation?

"What...did you just do to me?" Her voice was weak.

"I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine; what I just did was a family-inherited massage technique," Lin Xuan boasted without batting an eye.

"I don't believe it..."

"Feel your legs," Lin Xuan said, raising an eyebrow.

Su Yurou paused for a moment, then subconsciously moved around a couple of times.

Ok?

The constant tightness has completely disappeared! Not only that, my whole leg feels warm and comfortable!

She moved around a couple more times to make sure it wasn't her imagination!

"How is this possible..." she murmured to herself.

"Manager Su?"

"what?"

Lin Xuan's voice broke through her confusion.

"Do you need me to massage your legs again?"

"No, no, no, please spare me, little brother! My dear little brother!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yurou instinctively waved her hands, completely unaware that her clothes were already somewhat disheveled.

Lin Xuan swallowed hard, pretending not to see anything.

"That...intelligence?"

Su Yurou took a deep breath, lowered her hand, and sat up straight again.

"Zhao Xueli, 35 years old, her husband passed away three years ago, leaving her a chain of beauty salons and several properties."

As she spoke, she took a document from a drawer and handed it to Lin Xuan.

"She's not in good health; she suffers from migraines and goes for physical therapy every month. I just happened to invite her to dinner here tonight, hoping to maintain our relationship."

Lin Xuan nodded, took the document, and quickly flipped through it.

Seeing his serious expression, Su Yurou was somewhat lost in thought.

Inside the document was a photo of Zhao Xueli, who had a gentle demeanor, but her eyes and brows conveyed a deep sense of fatigue.

Lin Xuan memorized all the information and then looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Su Yurou visibly panicked and quickly spoke up.

"Have you finished reading the documents?"

"Hmm, so she'll be here tonight?" Lin Xuan closed the file.

"Yes, seven o'clock, in a private room on the third floor."

Su Yurou glanced at her phone and scrolled through her chat messages with Zhao Xueli.

"She's arrived. She said she'd go soak in the hot spring to relax first. She should be downstairs by now."

Lin Xuan stood up: "I'm going to see her."

Su Yurou raised an eyebrow: "Now? So direct? I can take you to dinner with her tonight."

"It's alright, I'll go and observe first."

After saying that, he left immediately.

After the door closed, Su Yurong relaxed completely and let out a deep breath. After a while, she subconsciously raised her hand and gently touched her calf.

A tingling, numb sensation, as if I were recalling the warm current that had just flowed through my body.

That feeling...

She considered herself well-informed, yet she had never experienced this kind of...

An out-of-body experience.

She bit her lip, picked up her phone, and sent a WeChat message to An Lan:

"Mr. An, where did you pick up this monster?"

A few seconds later, An Lan replied:

"A monster? How is he...?"

Su Yurou hesitated for a moment, then finally typed two words:

"Good..."

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The second basement level is the hot spring area.

Lin Xuan swiped his membership card and, led by a waiter, walked through a quiet corridor.

The air gradually became humid and warm, with a faint herbal scent.

Lin Xuan didn't actually go to the hot spring; he just took a quick shower, changed into a bathrobe, and went into the relaxation area.

He wasn't in a hurry; he simply found a spot, closed his eyes, and pretended to rest.

A dozen minutes later.

Zhao Xueli, wearing a bathrobe, walked into the rest area, gently rubbing her head, and headed straight for the tea room.

Lin Xuan watched as she brewed tea for him, and as he sipped the tea, she gently tapped his head.

Looks like my migraine is acting up!

This is an opportunity!

Lin Xuan got up and walked over.

There was no one else in the tea room. He walked to the opposite side of Zhao Xueli and started brewing tea by himself.

The aroma of tea fills the air.

Lin Xuan glanced at her subtly:

Although her face was somewhat pale, it could not conceal her gentle temperament, and her every move gave people the feeling of a lady from a prominent family.

Her hair was casually tied up, revealing her slender neck, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, indicating that she had a severe headache.

It's worth a try!

Lin Xuan suddenly stood up and walked up to her:

"Ma'am, do you have any symptoms of migraines?"