Chapter 28. The Heavenly Touch at the Xumen Family Estate

Xumen Xiong hung a drop of wine on the tip of his sword and performed a sword dance, earning praise.

Miaoling said with a clear voice, "Can a cup of wine be without a poem?" and recited a poem.

"Alright, then it's finally Wang Xiaohan's turn. Ahem, what I will show you is a bit different. It's something I prepared with Brother Dan."

Amidst everyone's curiosity, Wang Xiaohan stood up and made a gesture as if drawing his sword.

Since he wasn't carrying a sword, they could only guess from his posture.

"Everyone, can you see it? Look at the blue glow of this sword. This sword, recently completed by Brother Dan, the successor of the Iron Gold Society, is what I received. Today, I will proudly show it to you all, so please enjoy it!"

"But, Wang Brother, you have nothing in your hands. What exactly are you showing us?"

Mugong scolded.

His words were true.

But soon, congratulations poured out from all around.

"Wang Brother, congratulations. It must be a wonderful sword. Since Brother Dan completed it himself, how excellent must it be?"

"I would love to see it someday."

"Congratulations. Your affection for the sword is evident."

"Haha, thank you all, thank you."

Mugong, who had spoken without thinking, turned pale and felt embarrassed.

Wang Xiaohan made a gesture of putting the transparent sword back into its scabbard and turned his gaze.

"Now, only Brother Fan is left. Well, what talent will the eldest son of the Tianhua Library use to surprise us?"

It's finally my turn.

Hou Gong had been waiting for this moment.

He was overjoyed by Wang Xiaohan's suggestion to show off their talents to enhance the wine's flavor. Wang Xiaohan even looked adorable.

Hou Gong stood up with a smile.

"I will demonstrate the acupressure techniques I learned from ancient books when I was young. It's called the Heavenly Touch, as it feels like being caressed by the heavens."

Everyone blinked in surprise.

They had expected something mysterious and unimaginable from Fan. But to suddenly hear that the famous genius of the Tianhua Library was skilled in acupressure, they couldn't tell if it was a joke or not.

But soon, it became clear.

"Uh... uh... what is this... Ha... Ha... Haa..."

Wang Xiaohan, who had intended to see the skills, felt his eyes become hazy as the eldest son of the Tianhua Library's hands swept over his neck, shoulders, and spine.

"Ah... It's refreshing. Oh, what should I do... What should I do... This is truly... the, the Heavenly Touch..."

If they had only heard his voice, they might have thought it was a joke, but Wang Xiaohan's expression was clearly genuine. Everyone was amazed at how extraordinary it must be.

How could they have guessed?

Even though the name "Heavenly Touch" was hastily created, what Wang Xiaohan experienced was comparable to the touch of the greatest in the world.

By understanding the meridians, acupoints, bones, and muscles, and then loosening the body, it was a heavenly touch that could not be experienced anywhere else.

After removing his hands, Wang Xiaohan's complexion was much brighter than before.

Hou Gong's gaze turned to Xumen Xiong.

"Next, it's Xumen Brother's turn."

Xumen Xiong, who had agreed to become sworn brothers and receive the position of chief, willingly responded.

A moment later.

Xumen Xiong was melting under the Heavenly Touch.

As the hands swept along the meridians, his eyes rolled back, and even his eyebrows trembled, looking as if he had taken a drug.

"Ah... Ah... Haaaaa~~~."

Was he in paradise?

Xumen Xiong trembled with the new sensation.

A clean, pleasant feeling spread throughout his body as the eldest son of the Tianhua Library's hands passed over his skin, as if fruits were ripening and flowers blooming.

"Wow..."

"What is this..."

Everyone's mouths dropped open in surprise.

Even though Wang Xiaohan had shown a miraculous reaction, they had secretly doubted it due to his tendency to be bright and exaggerated, thinking he was just trying to liven up the atmosphere.

But Xumen Xiong was not someone who would fake it.

He was a man of proper conduct and refined speech.

Now, seeing Xumen Xiong with his eyes wide and in ecstasy, they knew it was real.

Everyone was amazed, but one person was an exception.

Wang Xiaohan shouted.

"Fan Brother! What are you doing!"

Just as the Heavenly Touch had ended and Xumen Xiong was smiling and expressing his gratitude.

Xumen Xiong spoke up.

"Wang Brother, why are you suddenly angry at Fan Brother?"

"You should know, Xumen Brother."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw it clearly. The time spent was different. I noticed he swept over you two or three more times. You know well how significant that difference is in the Heavenly Touch, don't you? Fan Brother, answer me. Why did you give Xumen Brother special treatment!"

Wang Xiaohan fumed, as if this was the most unfair thing that had ever happened to him.

Hou Gong could neither laugh nor cry.

What was Wang Xiaohan babbling about?

He should be jealous.

Xumen Xiong was about to die, and he was envying a dead man. The extra time spent on Xumen Xiong was to secretly plant the seeds of a hidden technique and an external method, making it appear natural.

Xumen Xiong was finished.

The seeds were planted, and the external method was hidden.

By tonight, Xumen Xiong would be twisted and shriveled.

"Wang Brother, please calm down. Xumen Brother invited and hosted us, so I paid a bit more attention to him."

"Still, I feel slighted. If that's the case, let's set the date for the next gathering right now. Let's meet at the Continental Battlefield."

'Huh, that guy is really something.'

He listened with one ear, but the surroundings seemed quiet.

Looking back, he saw four people huddled together, whispering.

Zhang Ye, Ban Jiaoren, Dan Jiangwu, and Miao Jialing.

Soon, Zhang Ye cheered.

"Wow, I won! Fan Brother, you're next!"

'Oh...'

It turned out they were choosing their turns.

Only Mugong of the Wu Family was sulking in a corner, while the others were either happy or disappointed, as their turns were decided.

Still, everyone's eyes sparkled with anticipation for the Heavenly Touch.

The Heavenly Touch was bestowed upon everyone except Mugong.

As a result.

The entire conversation at the banquet was about it.

Praises, compliments, and questions poured out.

Ban Jiaoren and Miao Jialing grumbled about why only their right arms were treated.

Regardless, for Hou Gong, who had achieved his goal of ending Xumen Xiong, the time seemed to drag on.

"Hehe, why does time pass so quickly?"

"Indeed, it feels like it just started."

"Everyone, remember. The next gathering is at the Continental Battlefield. No one should be absent. Especially, Fan Brother, remember this."

As the time to part arrived, everyone expressed their reluctance.

Though it was their first meeting, they parted like old friends, exchanging farewells and talking about the next meeting several times.

***

Dudududu...

A splendid carriage headed towards the Tianhua Library, with the sunset at its back.

As the carriage left the outskirts, Hou Gong stroked his chin and looked up at the ceiling.

'You're here.'

Songhua, sitting opposite, followed his gaze and tilted her head. She thought something might be flying or an insect might be stuck, but there was nothing.

Was he stretching his neck?

Was he tired?

"Master, were you tired today?"

"I was."

"Let me massage you."

Well, you.

Though you sometimes act strangely, Songhua is a good child.

Hou Gong smiled at Songhua.

Songhua, though not at the banquet, had heard the conversation during the farewell, which is why she was doing this.

She blew a raspberry.

"Hehe, finally?"

"Hehe, everything has its time."

"If you really want to, I'll give you a chance."

Hou Gong closed his eyes and relaxed.

Songhua gleefully massaged his shoulders, neck, and arms.

Her hands were full of sincerity.

Though there were no tense spots, Hou Gong felt refreshed.

"Ha... Songhua... This is... the Heavenly Touch... Ha..."

"Hehe, Master is really something."

Songhua and the guards in the carriage laughed.

After some time, the carriage entered a small road at the foot of a mountain. Hou Gong looked out the window and stopped the carriage.

"Stop the carriage. Let's take a break."

"Here?"

"Yes."

Songhua and the four guards got out first.

They surrounded the carriage and kept watch.

Then, Hou Gong came out and spoke softly.

"Come down now."

Come down? From where? What was he talking about? The guards followed the eldest son's gaze and were surprised.

On top of the carriage.

A young beggar was sitting on the roof, swinging his legs. How long had he been there? Songhua and the guards were shocked, their eyes wide as they confirmed each other's surprised faces.

'How did the eldest son know?'

'Could he mean to take a break?'

'When did this young beggar get up there?'

The young beggar chirped.

"Hehe, can't we just go straight to the Tianhua Library? I really want to go."

Seeing no response, the young beggar laughed and jumped down. He looked about eleven or twelve, with dirty clothes, messy hair, and a face smeared with dirt.

He then placed his hands together at his belly and bowed.

A belly bow.

"Let me introduce myself. Hello, I'm Xiaokai."

"Xiaokai, huh?"

"Yes, the amazing Xiaokai. Brother, you're the genius Fan Hang, right? Senior Brother Fentazhu told me to follow you. But he also said you're hiding your strength."

The words came out in a rush.

All good, but the word that caught his attention was "Brother."

"I'm hiding my strength, and you know about it?"

"Uhhh? Really