94: You Seek Death!

Li Quan, still dancing and attempting to showcase his professional moves, noticed that everyone's attention had shifted to Shen Yifei and Su Muqing. His expression subtly darkened.

Su Muqing (the young woman Shen Yifei was dancing with) was utterly astonished. She had never imagined Shen Yifei could lead her through such dazzling dance steps.

Watching the man's faint smile, her nascent feelings were gently stirred. This man, whom she had always disdained, was surprisingly this remarkable.

This stark contrast left Su Muqing in a complex emotional state.

From a corner, Luo Tianyao (the antagonist and a powerful young master) witnessed the scene, and a thick layer of venomous resentment welled up in his eyes.

Just then, Old Wu (a venerable elder and enforcer for the Luo Clan) appeared behind him like a ghost, whispering, "The substance has been administered. Both of them have been affected. It will take effect in ten minutes!"

"Good!" Luo Tianyao smiled, a radiant, triumphant grin.

He intended to make Shen Yifei understand the consequence of stealing his woman. And incidentally, to let that woman, Su Muqing, know the price of her insolence!

As they danced, Shen Yifei happened to move close to Li Quan.

Seeing that Shen Yifei's dance moves were even better than his own, Li Quan (the professional dancer) felt a surge of imbalance and immediately conceived a malicious intent. He took a step forward with his right foot, hooking it around one of Shen Yifei's feet.

He intended to trip Shen Yifei, making it appear accidental.

Alas, the very next moment.

"Thump!"

With an elegant pivot, Shen Yifei delivered a flying kick, sending Li Quan sprawling.

"Argh!!!"

A sharp, desperate shriek echoed as Li Quan cried out, soaring like a broken kite for seven or eight meters before crashing heavily onto a glass coffee table below the dance floor.

"CRACK!"

The glass coffee table shattered. Li Quan's eyes rolled back, blood trickled from his forehead, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Shen Yifei offered a cold smirk. This imbecile dared to provoke him. He was truly asking for death.

"Woah!"

The loud crash caused a commotion throughout the hall, punctuated by the screams of women.

Two male servants rushed forward to help Li Quan up: "Sir, are you alright, sir!"

"Quickly, take him to the medical room!"

The music on the dance floor ceased.

Shen Yifei's leg speed had been so blindingly fast that no one had quite registered what happened before Li Quan tragically sailed off the stage.

Su Muqing saw Shen Yifei's subtle smirk and subtly stuck out her tongue in return. She knew it was undoubtedly Shen Yifei's doing, but what could she say? She couldn't control the man.

Besides, that Li Quan had also harassed her and Liu Xiaoxiao (a friend) in the past; he was indeed quite annoying.

Shen Yifei and Su Muqing walked off the dance floor and returned to their seats.

"Grrrumbble..."

Suddenly, Shen Yifei's stomach rumbled, and his expression instantly changed.

"I need to go to the restroom. Do not leave your spot under any circumstances," Shen Yifei whispered to Su Muqing, clutching his lower abdomen, then hastily rose and exited the hall.

Su Muqing nodded slightly, a flicker of confusion in her eyes as she watched Shen Yifei's hurried departure.

Continuing to sip her red wine, Su Muqing gradually felt an abnormal dizziness creeping into her head.

Just then, Luo Tianyao approached with a smiling face, taking Su Muqing's hand, and chuckled, "Xue'er (a term of endearment), you look a bit unwell. Shall I help you to a resting room?"

"No need." Su Muqing's heart seized, and she quickly pulled her hand away from Luo Tianyao.

"Xue'er, are you feeling a bit dizzy?" Luo Tianyao smirked playfully.

Her vision blurred, and the dizziness in her head intensified rapidly. Hearing Luo Tianyao's words, Su Muqing suddenly realized something horrifying and glared at him, gritting her teeth: "Luo Tianyao, what... what have you done...?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Su Muqing's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into Luo Tianyao's arms.

"Miss Su is tired. Quickly, help her to rest," Luo Tianyao instructed a maid.

"Yes, Young Master Luo." The maid promptly stepped forward and supported Su Muqing.

Upon reaching the restroom, Shen Yifei's expression was grim. His stomach rumbled loudly.

"Damn it, they're playing this dirty trick on me?" Shen Yifei's face contorted in a snarl.

Something had been put into the food he had eaten earlier.

Ordinary poisons, Shen Yifei could detect by their faint scent. But this must be some potent laxative, not a true poison, which was why he hadn't noticed.

He had assumed that even if Luo Tianyao intended to deal with him, he wouldn't resort to such a vulgar, underhanded method. He'd been too careless.

Shen Yifei's expression turned grave. He couldn't circulate his true qi (a mystical internal energy cultivated by martial artists) at the moment, meaning he couldn't use his internal energy to combat the effects of the laxative.

He hastily pulled a small, delicate box from his shirt pocket, extracting nine silver needles.

Shedding his upper clothing, Shen Yifei, with a flick of his right hand, swiftly and dazzlingly inserted the silver needles into several acupoints (specific points on the body used in traditional healing and martial arts to channel energy) on his upper body.

Without being able to circulate his internal energy, the treatment's effectiveness would be significantly reduced. However, this was merely a simple laxative; it wouldn't render Shen Yifei completely helpless.

Approximately five minutes later, Shen Yifei concluded his self-treatment, expelling the impurities from his stomach, and quickly exited the restroom.

Just then, a white-haired elder approached, blocking Shen Yifei's path.

This was Old Wu (Luo Tianyao's enforcer). His gaze was chillingly fixed on Shen Yifei, as if looking at a dead man.

Shen Yifei had never seen this elder before, but he had already discerned that the old man was no ordinary person.

They faced each other in silence, neither speaking first.

Finding the silence tedious, Shen Yifei changed direction, about to walk away.

"Young man, why the rush?" Old Wu extended an arm, blocking Shen Yifei's path.

Shen Yifei asked expressionlessly, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Shen Yifei's words were within Old Wu's expectations. A cold sneer creased Old Wu's weathered face: "Young man, you've offended someone important!"

"I've offended countless people; what's so special about that?" Shen Yifei replied coolly.

"Young man, you are arrogant, but there are some people you simply cannot afford to offend! Young Master Luo (Luo Tianyao, the heir of the powerful Luo Clan) has sent this old man to invite you to witness quite a show," Old Wu said with a mocking chuckle.

Shen Yifei raised an eyebrow, stating calmly, "So that's it. You were sent by Luo Tianyao? But why should I listen to you and watch any 'show'?"

Old Wu chuckled, his face full of derision: "The leading lady of this 'show' is none other than Miss Su (Su Muqing)."

"Where is Luo Tianyao?" Shen Yifei's expression instantly turned grim, and a powerful surge of murderous intent suddenly filled his eyes. No wonder Luo Tianyao sent someone to drug him and get him out of the way – he intended to lay hands on Su Muqing.

"Young man, you are quite clever. Miss Su is already in Young Master Luo's private chambers. By now, the drug should be taking effect," Old Wu said, a subtle, twisted smile playing on his lips.

"What kind of drug did he use?"

"Naturally, it's a drug meant to facilitate... intimacy between a man and a woman. Young Master Luo sent this old man to escort you there, so you can thoroughly enjoy watching Miss Su in her... 'aroused' state for him. Quite amusing, wouldn't you say?" Old Wu sneered, his face brimming with mockery.

To Old Wu's surprise, Shen Yifei didn't appear particularly shocked.

"Then what comes next will be even more entertaining. Luo Tianyao... before I cripple him, I'll cripple *you* first!" A dark shadow flickered in Shen Yifei's eyes.

"You seek death!"

Old Wu's face contorted with fury. He formed a fist with his right hand and directly struck towards Shen Yifei's chest.

The punch appeared light but was incredibly swift, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind.

This was a martial cultivator's technique (a practitioner of advanced martial arts who cultivates internal energy) – the power of this single punch was enough to fell an ox! Far beyond the might of any ordinary person's fists.

Seeing Shen Yifei remain motionless, not even attempting to dodge, Old Wu sneered inwardly. How could this boy possibly be as formidable as the rumors suggested? He was merely an embroidered pillow (an idiom referring to someone who looks impressive but lacks true ability or substance), an overblown tale.