Chapter 029: Pressure Points

Sharin felt a chill all around her body and looked down. To her shock, she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“Ah!”

She screamed again and hurriedly dived under the covers.

With anger in her eyes, she glared at Liu Wan. “Liu Wan, who is he?!”

Liu Wan looked a little guilty and embarrassed, stammering, “Sister Lin, he... he saved you!”

“Hmph! I don’t need his help!” Sharin said coldly.

Liu Wan opened her mouth, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Zhao Feng, standing nearby with arms folded, watched the exchange with an amused, almost mocking smile.

Feeling Zhao Feng’s gaze, Sharin instantly flared up. “Hey! You little scoundrel, what are you laughing at?!”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes and replied, “I came here to see the legendary beauty of Chenzhou in all her glory.”

Sharin was instantly livid. “Rogue! Are you mocking me?!”

Zhao Feng shook his head. “Not at all, not at all!”

With a faint smile, he added, “I’m here to help the former beauty of Chenzhou regain her splendor.”

Sharin blinked, momentarily stunned. “What do you mean?”

Zhao Feng smiled lightly, speaking with a breezy nonchalance. “I can heal the scar on your face.”

“What?” Sharin stared at him in shock.

Zhao Feng nodded. “You heard me right. I can heal your scar.”

Sharin was utterly taken aback. “Re—really?”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Do you have any other options?”

Sharin shook her head. “No.”

“Then that settles it!”

Sharin took a deep breath to calm herself. “Why should I trust you? And what’s in it for you?”

Zhao Feng smiled, raising a finger. “First, you have no choice but to trust me. Second, my demand is simple: just give me one million.”

Sharin frowned. “Is it really that simple?”

Zhao Feng nodded. “Yes. That’s all there is to it.”

Now that it had come to this, Sharin seemed to grow calm. She wasn’t afraid of him naming terms—what she feared was him naming none.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, “Once, Sharin—the beauty of Chenzhou—was the dream of countless men. Of course, mine too! It’s just... such a pity, what happened later.”

Sharin’s face remained cold and unmoved as she watched Zhao Feng speak in silence.

In truth, Zhao Feng was only saying this to break the ice. He was curious about how Sharin had ended up like this.

Once just a delicate woman, she had reappeared as the dominant force of Huaian County!

A year ago, when Zhao Feng was still in school and first heard her name, Sharin already bore that scar on her face.

Sharin looked at him coldly. “If you’re here to pry into my past, you can leave now.”

Zhao Feng rubbed his nose in embarrassment—his intentions had been seen through.

“Ahem!”

He coughed a few times to cover his awkwardness, then drew a deep breath. “Let’s not waste any more time. Let’s begin.”

“Begin what?” Sharin asked icily.

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Healing your scar, of course.”

Sharin waved her hand, and Liu Wan immediately understood.

Liu Wan approached. “Sister Lin, what is it?”

Sharin whispered, “Prepare one million.”

Liu Wan nodded. “Yes, Sister Lin.”

“Good.”

Liu Wan hurried off.

After a while, Liu Wan returned carrying a suitcase.

At a gesture from Sharin, Liu Wan handed the case to her.

Sharin sat up in bed, the thin blanket revealing her graceful figure.

Zhao Feng suddenly felt his nose grow hot and coughed quickly to hide his discomfort.

Sharin placed the suitcase in front of Zhao Feng and gently opened it. Stacks of cash immediately filled Zhao Feng’s view.

“Whew...” Zhao Feng let out a slow breath.

Despite a year of cultivation in the Immortal Sect, which had steeled his spirit, seeing that kind of money still sent a thrill through him.

Perhaps no one is immune to such temptation.

Sharin noticed all of Zhao Feng’s reactions.

With a look of disdain, she thought to herself: everyone’s greedy when it comes down to it.

Her lips parted slightly. “Here’s one million. Either you heal my scar—or you’ll never leave this place.”

As she spoke, a faint murderous aura seemed to fill the room.

Zhao Feng shrank his neck—not out of fear, but because of Sharin’s overwhelming presence. She could alter the atmosphere around her with willpower alone—something only a cultivator could do.

Zhao Feng was surprised.

But after a closer look, Sharin was just an ordinary person.

He collected his thoughts and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry.”

“Alright,” Sharin nodded.

“Now, turn around.”

Sharin spoke up.

Zhao Feng blinked. “Why?”

She rolled her eyes. “I need to get dressed!”

“Oh, right!” Zhao Feng quickly turned his back.

He heard the rustle of clothes behind him.

“All done. You can turn around now.”

Zhao Feng smiled and faced her.

Now Sharin was dressed in a black gown. Its snug fit accentuated her elegant curves.

Zhao Feng smiled. “Please, lie down.”

Without another word, Sharin reclined on the bed.

Zhao Feng smiled again and produced a bottle he had prepared in advance.

Sharin glanced over. It was a cheap plastic water bottle—not even the two-yuan kind, but the kind that cost only one. Inside was a lump of dark, sticky substance.

Her face turned instantly pale. “Don’t tell me you’re going to use that to treat me?”

“Bingo! Congratulations, you guessed it!”

“Argh!” Sharin let out a frustrated cry. “I’m warning you, I have a cleanliness obsession!”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you ever heard the saying—?”

“What?”

“Never judge a book by its cover, nor the sea by its surface.”

“Screw you!” Sharin burst out with a curse.

Zhao Feng’s face darkened. “A young lady like you should be refined. How can you talk like that?”

“I—!”

Zhao Feng’s expression darkened further.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He reached out, hands forming a sword-finger, and tapped Sharin on the neck.

At once, she found herself unable to speak, able only to let out muffled sounds.

Liu Wan, sweating nervously, asked in bewilderment, “What did you do to Sister Lin?”

Zhao Feng smiled. “Just a pressure point technique. Now we can treat her in peace.”

Liu Wan stared in shock. “A pressure point? Isn’t that something you only see in movies?”