HELP! These Girls Wants To Kill Me

Yang Ze looked at it with a conflicted heart, wondering if he should use it or not. Though he didn't know what it was capable of, he didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, it was a Purple Talent.

But looking at Lin Meilin's increasingly dissatisfied expression, he could only grit his teeth and use it.

Taking a deep breath, the scent of Lin Meilin once again made him dizzy before he managed to calm himself. He then gently placed both his hands on Lin Meilin's shoulder before closing his eyes and using his skill, Trembling Fingers, for the first time.

In the next instant, Yang Ze felt a wonderful sense of control over his fingers like never before. If earlier he could merely move them like an ordinary person, then right now, he could control even the tiniest of cells. But that wasn't all. With this skill, he could even vibrate his fingers at different frequencies.

Opening his eyes with excitement, Yang Ze was about to start his massage when he saw numerous white, luminous, transparent lines all around Lin Meilin's bare skin. Just a single touch, and he knew what they were.

These were pressure veins... or, in his terms... pleasure veins.

Every person has these in their bodies, which could be massaged to give them a sense of relaxation and pleasure. Even if an ordinary person simply massaged along these lines, they would be giving otherworldly pleasure to the opposite party.

The only problem was that these were different in every living being and almost illusory. Which was why, to date, no one had been able to discover them, much less create a massage method based on it.

But for the current Yang Ze, it was a heaven-sent opportunity. Not only could he see them clearly, with his vibrating fingers, but he could also further enhance the comfort and pleasure.

But he was still hesitating on whether to use this skill on Lin Meilin. He didn't know if it was going to affect her in any negative way.

And just when he was hesitating, Lin Meilin opened her eyes before changing her position slightly, going from a sitting to a rather lazy posture with her body leaning to the left side of the chair with her elbow placed on the armrest while her palm supported her cheek.

"How long have you been working as a herb gatherer?"

Her abrupt question brought Yang Ze out of his daze as he immediately replied in a solemn voice.

"Reporting to senior... After my father died and my mother went blind, it was up to me to support my family."

"I have been doing it for the past thirty years."

"I see." Lin Meilin nodded in understanding before asking again.

"And how old are you?"

Yang Ze only hesitated for a moment before giving out an answer.

"Senior, I am thirty-eight years old."

"So, you started working at the age of eight, right?" Lin Meilin's voice was as leisurely as ever.

"That would be correct, senior." Yang Ze could only nod in response.

"In that case..." Lin Meilin slowly turned to face Yang Ze as her charming, lazy voice sounded in his ear with a hint of teasing.

"How could the hands of someone who has been working for so long under such poor conditions stay so soft and plump?"

"..." To Yang Ze, this question was a bolt out of the blue. For a moment, he almost stopped breathing, and by the time he came back to his senses, the only thing that greeted him was the smiling face of Lin Meilin, who was looking at him with leisurely eyes.

"I... It... Because..." He stammered for a while, unable to come up with an answer. He wanted to give an excuse about how it was due to him eating some unknown fruit in the forest, but before he could say a word, he felt a soft hand around his wrist.

Looking down in confusion, he saw Lin Meilin holding his wrist with her soft, almost boneless hands as she pulled him in front of her.

Yang Ze wanted to struggle, but was horrified to discover that he couldn't even move a muscle, much less use his internal energy.

He could only watch helplessly as Lin Melinin gazed deeply in his eyes before breaking out in a smile.

"How old are you, again?"

Yang Ze wanted to open his mouth to speak, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

"Forget it. I will just check your bone age." With a gentle shrug of her shoulder, Lin Meilin closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, but this time, there was an expression of surprise in them.

"Eighteen years old?" She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She had seen this guy many times before, but never paid any attention to him. In fact, to someone like her, someone like him was an invisible existence... extremely insignificant that couldn't even enter her eyes.

She always thought that he was a mortal man in his late thirties... a slave to her daughter who was taking care of all her needs.

It wasn't until she met him at the Sword Sect and felt something unusual when Yang Ze tried to use his All Seeing Eyes on her did she realised that this seemingly ordinary man wasn't quite ordinary.

And now...

Now that she had finally made skin contact with him and realised just how soft and smooth his hands were did she checked his age. And the result was something she wasn't expecting.

While she was still reeling in surprise, Yang Ze was already cursing in his heart. Who would have thought that she would be crazy enough to check his bone age just because his hands were soft?

Truly... an apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. She was as crazy as her daughter.

"Are you wearing a mask?" Her voice had a hint of uncertainty in it. Even with her strength, she couldn't sense any mask on his face. It was as if what she was seeing was his true face.

"Strange..." She reached out to Yang Ze's face before gently rubbing it with her soft fingers.

"How strange." The more she touched his face, the more confused she got. Even with her vast expanse of knowledge and resources, she hadn't seen or heard about any face masks that could hide one's appearance this perfectly.

Its materials were ordinary... almost fragile, but it was its functions that surprised her. It was common knowledge in the world of cultivation that the better the materials used, the better the end result would be.

What kind of renowned treasure doesn't have extremely valuable resources used in its creation?

But here... here it was the complete opposite. The mask was ordinary... way too ordinary, but its functions were beyond her imagination.

Usually, face masks that one uses to change their appearance and hide their true faces are ineffective against the Core Condensation realm or above. After all, once someone breaks through to the Core Condensation realm, the first thing that would increase is one's perception. With it, one could easily tell if someone was wearing a face mask to hide their appearance or not.

But this mask...

"Where did you get it?" She couldn't help but ask in a curious tone.

"..." Yang Ze didn't answer her question, or should he say that he was unable to because of his inability to move his body?

"Oh, right." It was only now that Lin Meilin realised it as well. With a smile, she released Yang Ze's hand from her grasp and with it, Yang Ze could finally move his body.

"So..." She gazed deeply at Yang Ze before repeating the same question. "Where exactly did you get the mask?"

Though Yang Ze was frustrated, he still decided to answer.

"I bought it from a store in Feiyang City." There was nothing to hide about it. Unlike Lin Meilin, Yang Ze didn't know about the heaven-defying function of this mask. He only felt like this was a good mask that could hide his appearance. And this was one of the reasons why he decided to visualise it using Mystic Nether Art.

"....." Lin Meilin was expecting a lot of different answers, but she certainly wasn't expecting this. Who would have thought that such an extraordinary mask could be brought into a store?

"No... wait." Thinking about it, she suddenly raised her head sharply, almost sending a shiver down Yang Ze's spine.

"Who was the person who sold you this? What did they look like?"

Yang Ze wasn't expecting Lin Meilin to be so worked up over a mere skin mask. By now, even he began to realise that there was something wrong with the mask. Now that he thought about it, even after meeting so many experts, none of them realised he was wearing a skin mask. Perhaps even Lin Meilin wouldn't have known if not for the fact that she felt the touch of his soft skin and checked his bone age.

"What? Are you going to answer or not?"

Listening to her disgruntled voice, Yang Ze suddenly came back to his senses before replying.

"The one who sold me the mask was a woman. As for how she looked..." Speaking till here, Yang Ze's voice abruptly stopped, and his eyes went wide with disbelief.

He couldn't remember anything about the woman who sold him this face mask.

He couldn't remember whether she was lean, fat, middle-aged, young, old, short, long... He couldn't remember a single thing about her other than the fact that she was a woman.

The more Yang Ze thought about it, the colder his heart got.

It was clear that the woman who sold him this mask wasn't an ordinary shopkeeper. Perhaps she sold it to him deliberately. As for why.... Yang Ze had no idea.

"What? Couldn't recall her appearance?" Lin Meilin wasn't surprised; on the contrary, she seemed relieved.

"Mmm.." Yang Ze could only nod helplessly, but the shock in his heart only increased with each passing moment.

"I see." Lin Meilin just hummed before waving her hand towards Yang Ze.

"Go on... MY shoulders are still numb. Massage them properly."

Yang Ze didn't even have time to think about everything that had just happened before he felt an invisible force pushing him back. In less than three breaths, he was once again standing behind the laid-back figure of Lin Meilin.

Although his heart was reeling with shock, there was nothing he could do. Who that woman was and why she gave him this mask was something he didn't need to worry about for now. He could only keep it in mind while focusing on the most important thing for the current him.

Although he was thankful that Lin Meilin didn't take off his mask, the nervousness in his heart didn't lessen. If he didn't manage to make her happy... his outcome wouldn't be pretty.

'You asked for it.' In the end, he decided to use his purple talent, Trembling Fingers, on her.

Who knows if the next moment this woman decided to check his face mask? What was he going to do then?

By now, Yang Ze knew perfectly well just how devastating his appearance to the women of this world was. He didn't want to take any unnecessary risk. He could trust those three women because the four of them went through life and death situations together.

But he certainly couldn't trust this woman sitting in front of him.

Taking a deep breath full of the smell of luquir and Lin Meilin's enchanting scent, he placed his fingers on one of the brightest veins of light before gently massaging it.

"Umm..." In the next instant, Lin Meilin let out a comfortable moan. But she didn't stop him. On the contrary, she just arched her body a bit, making it easier for him to massage her properly.

Yang Ze kept on massaging around the light vein for a while before stopping midway.

"Eh!?" Lin Meilin was extremely dissatisfied with him stopping mid-way. She hadn't even gotten enough of it. She opened her eyes halfway, wondering if she should teach him a lesson or not. How dare this little bastard stop when she still hadn't gotten enough of it?

But before she could even speak a word, she felt the air behind her vibrate.

"Hmm!?" Lin Meilin immediately noticed the change, but upon noticing that it was Yang Ze's fingers moving at an extreme speed, she just raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was trying to do.

Under her doubtful gaze, Yang Ze slowly put his vibrating finger on the glowing vein and in the next instant...

"AAAAHHHH...."

A soul-stirring moan that was enough to send countless men into frenzy escaped Lin Meilin's lips, stunning both Yang Ze and herself.

Time seemed to stand still as the two of them awkwardly looked at each other, with Yang Ze's vibrating finger still on Lin Meiling's pleasure vein as wave after wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed her while she bit her lips, desperately trying to control her moans with a flushed red face.

*BANG

And it was at this exact moment that the door to the hall was kicked open before a figure rushed in directly.

"Huh!?" Yang Ze's vibrating finger stopped as he looked at the newcomer, whereas Lin Meilin's eyes flashed with disappointment as she too looked at the newcomer with dissatisfaction.

"YOU BITCH. GIVE ME BACK MY..." Cang Yue's rage-filled voice echoed in the hall, but halfway through her sentence, she abruptly stopped.

Cang Yue's face, which was flushed red with anger and nervousness because of worrying about Yang Ze's safety, was slowly clouded in gloom.

She first looked at the enchanting woman whose appearance was hidden by the veil, but her voluptuous figure was laid bare in a thin violet dress. Especially those large breasts which were just a bit bigger than hers.

She looked at her flushed face, her messy hair and then her gaze landed on Yang Ze's figure, who was standing there with his hands gently resting above the woman's bare shoulders in an extremely intimate act.

"..."

"..."

The scene plunged into a deathly silence for a long time before Cang Yue nodded her head while gritting her teeth while speaking in a muffled voice.

"GOOD... GOOD... GOOD..."

"I was worried sick about your safety, and here you are... enjoying yourself with this whore."

In an instant, her emotions erupted out of control, and her eyes turned red as she plunged forward with her thin needle.

But her aim wasn't the woman leisurely sitting on the chair... Instead, it was Yang Ze's head.