Chapter 94: Countercurrent Interrogation (2)

The more he talked, the more furious Yang Hao became, “You still haven’t ruined me enough? Look at me now—all because of you! I won’t touch this woman, not even if she goes mad from taking pills!”

“Wait a second!!!” Hunyuanzi’s tone suddenly changed, “You’re absolutely right, completely right!”

“What?” Caught off guard by Hunyuanzi’s sudden shift, Yang Hao blinked in confusion, “What did you say?”

Well, crisis-driven teaching indeed benefits everyone. It wasn’t only training Yang Hao—it was also helping treat Hunyuanzi’s senility. After being startled by true rage, Hunyuanzi’s mind was suddenly flooded with inspiration, ideas bursting forth uncontrollably.

“We don’t necessarily have to bring her to climax,” Hunyuanzi said slyly, “I have a more powerful technique—Reverse Climax!”

Yang Hao’s heart sank, “You mean I still have to do something? I told you I’m done!”

“Do you even understand what Reverse Climax is?” Hunyuanzi, the lecher, scoffed disdainfully, clearly unimpressed by Yang Hao’s meager experience, “Reverse Climax means bringing a woman right to the edge of ultimate ecstasy, yet always keeping her just short of the peak. In this state of unbearable torment, no one can resist for even thirty seconds.”

Yang Hao was stunned. He had to admit—he was starting to admire Hunyuanzi. This old pervert truly had some unexpectedly brilliant techniques.

“But… how exactly am I supposed to do that?” Yang Hao was still worried about whether Hunyuanzi had his chastity in mind.

“Relax, my dear apprentice, no need for you to sacrifice yourself,” Hunyuanzi said calmly, “It’s nearly impossible for an ordinary person to control this, but our Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect specializes in medicinal formulas. With my pills, it’s absolutely guaranteed.”

“What pills? Where am I supposed to make them now?” Yang Hao frowned, annoyed by the old man’s habit of creating trouble.

“It’s an external-use medicine called ‘Golden Finger,’ modified from Red Mistress. All you need is some Red Mistress powder, gold dust, alcohol, and then use my unique method to catalyze it. Then you can directly temper it out.”

As it turned out, everything needed for the potion was already available in the room. The Red Mistress powder was already in Yang Hao’s pill pouch. Moreover, Empress Dianzhen loved gold dearly, so the palace was filled with golden decorations, making gold dust easily obtainable.

So Yang Hao dumped all the necessary ingredients into a golden goblet. Watching the powder dissolve in alcohol and bubble up under the stimulation of true energy was genuinely terrifying.

“Now what? Make the woman drink it?” Yang Hao thought the stuff in the cup could kill someone and wanted to throw it away immediately.

But Hunyuanzi grew increasingly excited, “This isn’t for the woman—it’s for the man to use externally!”

“For the man?” A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine.

“Exactly. Now, dip one of your fingers into the goblet, letting the potion fully coat it,” Hunyuanzi gestured dramatically.

“Dip it in!” Yang Hao was startled. The bubbling white foam looked like boiling water or even corrosive acid that could eat through bone, “What if my finger disappears?”

“Are you going to do it or not!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it,” Yang Hao closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and plunged his finger into the solution. Surprisingly, the bubbling stopped instantly. Instead, a warm, pleasant sensation spread through his finger, as soft and comforting as silk or a gentle spring breeze.

Opening his eyes, Yang Hao saw the last bit of liquid seep entirely into his finger. In the golden goblet, there was absolutely nothing left.

“Ahhhh!!!” Yang Hao let out a scream.

“What are you screaming for? Don’t you know someone might hear!” Hunyuanzi was clearly displeased. He always preached about maintaining composure even when a mountain collapses in front of you, but clearly Yang Hao hadn’t learned that lesson at all, “Your hand won’t rot or fall off, so why are you shouting pointlessly?”

“It won’t rot,” Yang Hao said sorrowfully. He yanked his finger from the cup, and at that moment, the entire palace seemed to flicker. His finger had turned completely golden. It no longer looked human—it was more like a golden rod, “How could this happen? How did all the potion get absorbed into my finger?”

“What’s the big deal?” Hunyuanzi remained unfazed, “Didn’t I tell you it’s called Golden Finger? It’s a well-known auxiliary pill. It magically transforms your finger. Wherever your golden finger touches, a woman will quickly become aroused and enter the Reverse Climax state.”

“Will my finger turn back?” Yang Hao worried he’d have to carry a golden rod for the rest of his life.

“Why would you want it to turn back?” Hunyuanzi smiled, “This Golden Finger is extremely rare. In the future, whenever you set your eyes on a woman, just touch her once, and she’ll surely follow you wherever you go,” he chuckled, “Besides, gold symbolizes wealth and fortune. Why don’t you dip all ten fingers in? That would be even more impressive than having gold teeth.”

Yang Hao clenched his teeth, barely managing to keep from fainting from sheer frustration. He thought he had long gotten used to Hunyuanzi’s knack for causing trouble, but now he realized that all the previous incidents were just the tip of the iceberg. Hunyuanzi’s old age hadn’t dulled his ability to create chaos one bit.

Luckily, there was no time for an argument right now. Despite his anger, Yang Hao understood the urgency of the situation. Without another word, he tore open the clothes of the writhing Shuangfei on the floor.

Yang Hao nearly lost his composure. He quickly focused his gaze downward, steadying his mind before slowly tracing his golden finger along the woman’s sensitive zones, exactly as Hunyuanzi had instructed.

Although men’s and women’s meridians are similar, their functions are vastly different. Several meridians on a woman’s body are highly sensitive, radiating throughout her body.

The effect of the Golden Finger far surpassed that of the Red Mistress. With just a gentle caress, Shuangfei began trembling violently. She was caught in unbearable torment—each time she approached the peak of ecstasy, something inexplicably pulled her back down. This endless cycle brought her to the brink of collapse, sweat pouring from her body like a river.

“Talk! Who sent you to frame me?” Yang Hao had learned his lesson and cleverly asked while circling around.

Shuangfei clenched her brows tightly. It was clear she was desperately trying to hold onto her willpower. Yet even as she bit her teeth to the point of breaking, the physical sensations overwhelmed her mind like a flood, mercilessly washing away every last defense in her brain.