Chapter 45

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A soft rapping echoed through the room, and moments later, the door swung open. In walked Song Jia, cradling pebbles and a bundle of pristine white clothes. The weight of disappointment etched across her face was evident as she surveyed the scene.

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"Brother Ji, here's what you asked for," she uttered, glancing at Lian Rougang and Ji Wuye seated across from each other.

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Song Jia observed a subtle smile playing on her Senior Sister's lips, reassuring her that nothing untoward was unfolding, dispelling the initial vivid scenarios in her imagination.

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"Oh, Sister Song! Thank you... thank you," Ji Wuye reciprocated with a warm smile, signaling for Song Jia to position the pebbles and garments beside Lian Rougang, who acknowledged her presence with a nod.

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"Now, Senior Sister, please recline here," Ji Wuye gestured towards the cleared space before them.

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The plan had been discussed earlier; Lian Rougang would lie down while Ji Wuye, with practiced expertise, addressed her ailment and worked on alleviating the blockage in her Ren Mai Meridian.

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Following Ji Wuye's guidance, Lian Rougang positioned herself on the floor in the meticulously cleaned room. Every speck of dust and fragment of broken furniture had been meticulously removed, a testament to the dedication of her junior brother.

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Feeling a renewed sense of calm, Song Jia wasn't prompted to exit the scene by her Senior Sister or Ji Wuye. Instead, she settled into a spot where her Senior Sister had previously been seated.

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Now, Lian Rougang lay at the center, flanked by Ji Wuye on one side and Song Jia on the other, creating an air of awkwardness that hung palpably in the space between them.

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As Lian Rougang lay there, Ji Wuye, for the first time, truly grasped the extent of his fellow Martial Brothers' admiration for the beauty of his senior sister.

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Lian Rougang draped herself in a martial robe adorned with graceful blue stripes, the fabric flowing elegantly around her. Her complexion, akin to smooth milk, and lips painted a vibrant red, formed a striking harmony with her facial features. Even in her smiles, an aura of kindness radiated from her.

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This defied conventional expectations, considering that most female martial artists were anticipated to possess a rougher exterior. Yet, the internal arts had bestowed upon Lian Rougang the ability to maintain both her supple skin and a touch of excess charm without compromising her formidable power.

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In contrast, the transformative effects of internal arts rarely extended to men, rendering figures like Ji Wuye and Du Chen exceptional and easily embraced by those around them.

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Both were celebrated for their unearthly appearances, a testament to the rarity of such enhancements in male practitioners. The existence of a beauty privilege seemed unmistakably real.

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Ji Wuye, reflecting on the past, found himself reminiscing about the days before they reached floor 25, where the destiny of men would take a different turn. His gaze lingered on his Senior Sister, almost like a statue, possibly feeling a hint of embarrassment from his extended scrutiny.

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"Forgive my impertinent stare. I was merely recalling memories tied to this technique. I want to ensure all preparations are in place. I wouldn't want to cause Senior too much discomfort," Ji Wuye apologized sincerely.

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Lian Rougang, warmed by his consideration, offered a faint smile. "It's alright, Junior. But don't strain yourself too much. Even if this endeavor falls short, the effects of that pill still linger."

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'Ah...' Ji Wuye pondered her words, unsure whether she genuinely sought to volunteer her body for experimentation or harbored reservations about his ability to completely heal her.

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'Well, it was a typical response under the circumstances.'

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As they exchanged warm words, little did they realize that Song Jia grappled with a growing sense of discomfort and suspicion, silently observing their interactions.

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"Senior Sister, try to ease your breathing. Now, I'll reevaluate your Ren Mai line," Ji Wuye instructed, prompting a nod of agreement from Lian Rougang.

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Ji Wuye's middle fingers delicately traced the course of Lian Rougang's Ren Mai line, methodically seeking any tender points. A concentrated furrow adorned his brow as he sensed the gradual relaxation of her muscles and meridians, a testament to her cooperation.

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Moving on, he began applying gentle fingertip pressure along the Ren Mai line, his gaze shifting to Lian Rougang as he inquired, "Any discomfort at these points?"

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Lian Rougang replied, "Not really."

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Satisfied with her response, Ji Wuye continued his exploration, discerning differences in texture, temperature, and pain response along the meridian to pinpoint the blockage.

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After several confirmations from Lian Rougang, he finally identified the troublesome points.

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"Let's proceed to the next step."

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