Chapter 136: Ecstasy Potion

"It's my deduction. What we want, they must know as well, which is why they're trying to silence us. This means that Mi must be in Aurora City, no doubt about it. Furthermore, this is their third assassination attempt. They have complete control over my every move, both inside and outside the Holy Sanctuary. The fact that they can still maintain such control within the Holy Sanctuary speaks volumes."

"Mi is among our Roses?" Blue Sky frowned.

"Exactly. Not only that, but they must hold a certain level of power and status. If I were from the Nine Gods, I would also try to plant a Mi like Dage, who embodies wisdom and beauty."

The flattery was ignored, but Wang Feng's words struck a chord with Karida and Blue Sky. This person was undoubtedly a major threat. Karida was not only on the Nine Gods' threat list but ranked quite high.

Tidy up all loose ends. Ensure no hidden dangers remain.

"Understood." Blue Sky agreed.

Karida glanced at Wang Feng coolly: "What about you?"

Old Wang instantly understood, giving an OK gesture: "I get it too! Dage, rest assured, I'm tight-lipped!"

That gesture was peculiar, leaving Karida speechless, but she wasn't angry. After all, today they had successfully eliminated three assassins from the Nine Gods, including a leader from the Wild Group, all thanks to him. She decided to let it go.

Unfortunately, after this incident, Wang Feng's role as bait would be greatly diminished. Initially, the Nine Gods just wanted to clean house, but repeated failures might make them reconsider the cost-effectiveness.

The Rose Holy Sanctuary remained calm, as if nothing had happened. Wang Feng enjoyed a few good days, spending time with the adorable little junior Yin Fu at the Rune Academy, teasing Mo Tong, and visiting the Foundry. However, Su Yue was too enthusiastic, always trying to pry into his private life, which made Old Wang reluctant to visit the Foundry. He also frequented the Institute of Potions, where his only current business was.

With Famier's support and her agreeable nature, everything went smoothly.

Although Karida didn't explicitly say it, after this incident, Wang Feng had truly proven himself and seemed to become a genuine disciple of the Holy Sanctuary. Despite Dage being somewhat stingy, violent, and authoritarian... let's skip the lengthy mental journey. But in times of danger, she did protect him. Well, as a magnanimous man, he could overlook these things.

Princess Winnie was furious, upset that she missed out on the excitement. Moreover, they had gone to the orc bar without her, a place she found intriguing. She insisted that Old Wang take her there.

Old Wang relented and took her once. He discovered that Winnie was the real veteran; how had she been playing before?

Axi Ba had an unexpected surprise despite his injuries. His face was a concern, making him hesitant to see Rachel. Unexpectedly, Rachel took the initiative to care for him, visiting him several times and encouraging him to recover quickly so they could train together.

Fantasy was overjoyed by this newfound affection, and love worked wonders. His already resilient recovery sped up even more, and he eagerly arranged a meeting with Rachel.

Bang, bang, bang...

It was past 11 PM, yet the shooting range at the Gun Institute was still brightly lit. The sound of gunfire echoed through the hall, stirring Fantasy's emotions.

Since becoming the head of the Gun Institute, Lei Lei's days were filled with endless activities, forcing her training sessions into the late hours.

Wang Feng didn't fully understand Lei Lei's dedication. He didn't realize the immense effort she put into becoming the head of the Gun Institute, often staying long after the facility closed at 8 PM.

Fantasy watched quietly. When shooting, Rachel looked even more beautiful, his goddess, his one and only. A strong desire to protect her and understand her arose within him. He wanted to spend his life protecting Rachel, no matter the challenges.

After a rigorous session, Rachel wiped her sweat, her flushed face radiating with vitality. Fantasy couldn't help but avert his eyes, feeling shy despite his usual chatter with Wang Feng.

"Have something to eat." Fantasy smiled, lifting the carefully decorated lunch box, which was Rachel's favorite pink color, adorned with two silver revolver pendants.

"Put it over there for now." Rachel turned back, seemingly wanting another round.

"It's getting cold." Fantasy's heart raced. He wasn't sure if his insistence would upset Rachel, but he felt compelled to act more assertively.

Rachel turned to look at him again, finally smiling slightly: "You really are something."

She set down her gun, adjusted her hair, wiped her hands, and instinctively pulled open her collar, saying with a smile: "It's a bit hot. What did you bring me?"

Hearing Lei Lei follow his suggestion, Fantasy eagerly opened the lunch box.

Cooking wasn't his forte, but he bought the food and repackaged it meticulously. The multi-layered insulated box contained a heart-shaped arrangement of red-striped fish sashimi and vegetable salad on the first layer; the second layer featured smoked roe deer legs and honey-glazed earthworms, arranged like a crooked gun; the third layer...

"All your favorites!" Fantasy said enthusiastically: "Training so hard at night, you need to eat more. Otherwise, you'll lose weight!"

Rachel's eyes flickered with a complex expression, her smile freezing: "Axi."

"What?"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"Ah?" Fantasy was caught off guard, his heart racing and face flushing: "I... I just want to make you happy."

As soon as he spoke, Fantasy regretted it. Why couldn't he say something like "Do I like you?" It was nowhere near as smooth as Wang Feng.

Rachel stared at him for a while until his face turned beet red, then suddenly laughed.

She took the fork Fantasy offered and gave him a spoon, speaking in an unusually gentle tone: "Eat with me!"

This sudden gentleness surprised and delighted Fantasy. He accepted the spoon, still dazed, as Rachel tasted the sashimi, smiling happily: "Not bad."

She picked up a piece, dipped it in sauce, and offered it to Fantasy: "Try it!"

This spoon had just been licked by Lei Lei, likely still bearing traces of her... Despite dating many times, such intimacy was unprecedented.

Fantasy's mind buzzed, wondering if she didn't mind. She didn't mind!

The vast hall felt anything but empty. He felt overwhelmed by this sudden happiness.

He didn't know how he managed to bite into the meat, but its flavor was heavenly, making him feel euphoric.

This wasn't a training hall; it was paradise!

Fantasy was floating on cloud nine, his eyes glazed over, completely lost in bliss. Rachel noticed and sighed softly.

To be honest, this backup had always been diligent and genuinely kind to her, without any ulterior motives.

So those gestures weren't necessary, just a way to compensate him.

Taking advantage of the spoon, a few drops of potion from her sleeve fell onto it, serving as evidence. When the Institute of Potions investigated, they would find the potion's components in the spoon meant for Fantasy.

Rachel took a sip of soup and suddenly frowned.

The taste was off.

This was the ‘Soul-Twisting Elixir’ that Ma Tan had procured, commonly known as Bliss Potion. She had used it before, but the flavor shouldn't be this intense.

A wave of heat rushed down her throat with the thick soup, and within seconds, Rachel felt drenched in sweat, an uncontrollable strange sensation surging up.

"Mmm..." she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The effects were wrong; not just wrong, they were ten times stronger than any normal aphrodisiac, making it nearly impossible for her to gather her soul power!

Even with Rachel's intellect, she couldn't piece together the logic behind it. All she felt was a burning desire spreading through her body. The remnants of her rational mind made her want to scream, to call for Ma Tan to come quickly, but the sound that escaped her lips turned into a seductive moan: "Ah..."

Fantasy looked at her with concern, "Are you feeling hot? I'll open the window."

Asi Ba was about to get up but was stopped by a delicate hand. Rachel’s face flushed red, a mix of embarrassment and urgency. Her breath was sweet and her eyes alluring as she pleaded, "Don't go... don't leave me..."

She didn't know what to do next, but her gaze involuntarily fell on Fantasy's lower region, her desire reaching its breaking point.

Her rational mind screamed, but Rachel couldn't resist or look away: "Hold me, take me to the warehouse!"