Volume 1, Chapter 30: Planning a Sneak Attack?

Father Yan was unaware of Yan Qiluo's existence.

Every time Yan Fengjia was safely delivered to his doorstep, Yan Qiluo would promptly depart. This was not because Yan Fengjia was cold or ungrateful, but simply because Yan Qiluo was fundamentally different from ordinary people. She lacked many basic human senses, the most prominent being the ability to feel pain.

When she was still a naive child, the Jiang family of the Heavenly Palace discovered this "gift." For an ordinary person, it was a fatal defect, but for a meticulously crafted "human weapon," it was a one-in-a-million top-tier aptitude. Her inability to feel pain was a nearly heaven-defying talent for a martial artist. More importantly, she barely understood how to interact with others. In her world, there were only missions, targets, and masters.

Stepping out of the car, Yan Fengjia knocked on the window that had just been rolled up. The window slid down silently, revealing Yan Qiluo’s cold, stunning, yet expressionless face. Yan Fengjia flipped his wrist, and a crimson pill emitting a faint, mysterious fragrance appeared in his palm. Upon seeing the pill, Yan Qiluo’s eyes, usually as calm as stagnant water, lit up instantly.

"Is this... for me?" Yan Qiluo asked, sounding slightly excited.

Looking at the faint marks still lingering on her cheeks, Yan Fengjia felt a surge of guilt and managed an apologetic smile. "I shouldn't have treated you that way. Please... don't take it to heart."

"It's fine, I don't feel any pain," Yan Qiluo smiled. "Next time... if Master still needs me, please... continue to lash Qiluo."

A Grade Seven Essence Pill! Such an item could trigger a bloodbath in the ancient martial arts world. It was something that could not be bought with money. Yan Qiluo had been stuck at the threshold of breaking through to the Grandmaster realm for a long time; this was exactly what she lacked.

In the end, Yan Fengjia watched the black Bentley drive away. Just as he reached to push open the gate, a beautiful face with a mischievous smirk peeked out from the shadows of the courtyard wall.

"Yo~ brat, sneaking a snack again, are you?"

His Seventh Senior Sister, Gusu Yanrou, leaned lazily against the doorframe. She was wearing only one of Yan Fengjia’s oversized white shirts, which barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing a pair of breathtakingly long, straight legs. The top two buttons of the shirt were left open, and her delicate collarbones and a glimpse of snowy curves glistened under the moonlight.

"What are you talking about, Seventh Senior Sister? I... I don't understand?" Yan Fengjia touched his nose instinctively, his gaze drifting away.

Gusu Yanrou wrinkled her small, upturned nose like a little fox catching the scent of fish. She stood on her tiptoes, leaning in close, her body radiating the fragrance of a bath. "Keep pretending, go ahead. Whenever you have an episode, can that unique scent on you really fool me?" She extended a slender, jade