Wow! It's still that same dream-inducing elixir—no, I absolutely have to make it lose its effect. "Ha-ha!" Simenq smiled warmly, his eyes fixed on Ying'er's rosy cheeks, his admiration growing stronger. Goodness, if he could finally get it going with this goddess-like beauty, it would be a thousand times more satisfying than the lively maids from Chunxiang Pavilion. The lustful Simenq began to move his body, pressing close to Ying'er. However, due to the effects of the dream-inducing elixir, Ying'er felt weak and limp—her posture wavered even as she stood, appearing as delicate and yielding as a willow branch. Yet, the more she seemed to give in, the more captivating she became. "Whoa!" Simenq lunged at her with great force, like a starving wolf charging at a lamb. Luckily, Ying'er slightly shifted her position, allowing Simenq to miss his intended contact. Simenq, a man of martial prowess, couldn't let go of this radiant, breathtaking beauty. The more he couldn't grasp her, the more determined he became—his inner passion burning fiercely, and growing Countless women have been pushed aside by Laozi, yet no one has truly stirred him to excitement—until now. Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful woman appears, and the lustful Simen Qing cannot afford to miss her. Ying'er stumbles and cries out, "Help! Help! Someone is making advances on me!" But it's of no use—indeed, Simen Qing's allies present are all watching, chuckling at the scene. Ordinary citizens, meanwhile, keep at a distance, shaking their heads in quiet lament. Why are they all mere spectators, indifferent, or simply ignoring what's happening? It's because Simen Qing is a prominent figure here—networked with the government and allied with the gentry, wealthy and powerful—so who dares to challenge him? "No! No! If he comes any closer, I'll scream!" In her panic, Ying'er pulls out a pair of scissors, trembling as she holds them against her magnificent bust, facing the steadily advancing Simen Qing. Yet, Simón Qiang, this man of such refined tastes, was utterly unconstrained and boastful: "Oh! My beauty, call out! Call out louder! Make sure everyone hears! And soon, I'll have you scream so loudly that my entire company will be thrilled!" With that, he charged wildly, like a mad dog. "Master! Master! Come and save me!" Ying'er cried out in panic. But Simón Qiang was overjoyed: "Hah! Little beauty, I *am* your master! I'm here to save you!" Ying'er, now deeply poisoned, could barely move an inch, her body weak and her eyes glistening with tears. "Gao Liang! Hurry! Come and save me!" she pleaded. "Gao Liang! Hah! What nonsense! Gao Liang can't save you! Hah!" Simón Qiang and his audience jeered. "Husband! Husband! Come quickly! Ying'er needs you now! Save me!" At this moment, Ying'er wept—her second tear, a true tear of angelic grace. Yet at this moment, Simenq's unattractive face revealed a most lascivious expression. "Ha! Now I finally get to touch her!" he exclaimed. But just as his hand reached out, when Ying'er closed her eyes in desperate anticipation, Simenq's arm seemed to snap like a severed log, withdrawing with a solid thud. It turned out that Simenq's hand had been struck by a dart. Highlight had summoned the skill of "dart control," a technique mastered by the Japanese martial arts prodigy Sakai—though the veteran's mastery of dart control was ten times more powerful than Sakai's. Highlight's control ability had now reached a level of unparalleled mastery, commanding both precision and effortless command. With a confident display, Highlight immediately impressed Simenq, who grew visibly startled. Nevertheless, Simenq had a group of allies at his side. One of them, a subordinate named A-san, seized the opportunity, drawing a sharp knife and pressing it against Ying'er, demanding, "Quick! Take the second dart from your hand—otherwise, I'll cut her face open!" Highlight merely scoffed, responding, "Is that so?" "After saying that, he turned to the third man and said, 'You've never even used a knife before—would you like me to teach you?' High Light casually made a gesture of holding a knife. By chance, the third man imitated the motion, only to find his own knife had fallen to the ground. It turned out that High Light had deliberately distracted him. While the third man was focused on mimicking, High Light's body discharged a high-voltage electric current—220 volts—outward. In the Song Dynasty, no one had ever been struck by electricity! Now, the third man had experienced it firsthand. Not only did the knife fall, but the man also felt unsteady on his feet. 'Damn it! You're a coward!' Western Meng shouted at the third man. Yet the third man replied, 'Western Meng, I actually felt a sense of intense fear and trembling just now!' 'You're lying through your teeth!' Western Meng retorted, still confident despite having been pierced by a dart. At that moment, his allies were all armed with weapons, watching him with intense, threatening gazes, completely surrounding High Light. This boosted their morale, yet it was merely self-consolation. Sima Qing, gripping a tiger's fist, charged it straight at Gao Liang's forehead. Gao Liang shifted his body slightly, tilting his head, and managed to evade the blow. Sima Qing grew furious, snatching the sharp knife from A San's hands and slashing it down at Gao Liang's head. This time, Gao Liang activated his electrical ability. Having continuously upgraded his skills and studied various natural powers—such as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and light—Gao Liang had mastered the ability to generate a powerful electric current capable of attacking opponents. "A 380-volt surge from me!" Indeed, Gao Liang gathered energy from his entire body, precisely controlling it through his mental focus, converting, absorbing, and releasing it. With a series of sharp electric discharges, the knife became conductive, causing Sima Qing to jump in surprise and immediately drop it. "Old fellow, I'm rewarding you! I'm rewarding you again!" Gao Liang this time intercepted the iron chains hurled by his subordinates. Too slow! Ha! Not only slow, but that iron chain itself seemed powerless. Gao Liang naturally seized the moment. "These pills! One for each of you!" With a slight downward curve at the corner of his mouth, Gao Liang swiftly tossed the pills toward the twenty or so attendants of Simen Qing, who opened their mouths in shock as they were electrified by the sudden move. Everyone took the chain in, as if swallowing pills. "And you, too!" Gao Liang tapped Simen Qing's mouth, and with a gulp, Simen Qing opened his mouth and swallowed it down. "Ha! These are all old rewards from the senior official!" Gao Liang said, then like a breeze, took hold of Ying'er's embroidered waist and departed. Yet now it was already quite dark, and with Gao Liang and Ying'er arriving in this unfamiliar Song Dynasty, they had to meander and walk forward, winding their way through the streets. They didn't know how long they had been walking until they entered a lane and spotted a small pavilion hung with colorful lanterns. The grand red doors were slightly ajar, which caught Gao Liang off guard—why weren't they closed tightly? At that moment, Ying'er's Xiao Xiao Mi Hun Dan flared up once again. Her body felt intensely warm, her cheeks flushed, and she turned to Gao Liang and said, "I'm so hot! I'm dying of heat!"