Chapter 114


    Looking at the mild and timid beautifuldy before him, Chu Feng said helplessly, “Sit down, I didn’t


    mean it that way, calm down. Heather, you’re one of my few true friends who I cherish whole-


    heartedly.” Chu Feng’s voice was calm but firm. He smiled gently and wiped the tears off the corner


    of Heather’s eyes. “That little girl who was struggling to survive after she climbed out from the ruins


    of the Holy Temple had grown up and be a beautiful youngdy indeed.”


    Recalling the past, Heather’s eyes reddened. The words ‘true friend’, which came out of Chu Feng’s


    mouth, stung her and made her want to cry. She grabbed Chu Feng’s arm and grumbled, “If you


    really treat me like your younger sister, then why didn’t you tell me you’re still alive? Three years


    ago, when the fire from the Holy War engulfed the entire Western World, people said you fought


    Satan to the death and died in the duel. I cried over your death for a long time.”


    “What the people said was true. If it wasn’t because of that old man who saved me from the ruins, I


    would have been dead by now.” Chu Feng’s eyes flickered and he continued solemnly, “I’ve been


    recuperating from my injuries all these three years. Even right now, I’m like a living dead person.”


    “Recuperating from injuries? Living dead person?” Heather eximed in shock. “Is it so serious?


    Haven’t you recovered yet now?”


    “I’ll let you see something, you’ll understand after you see it.” Chu Feng pondered for a while before


    he stood up, removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.


    Heather was baffled. She then blushed and mumbled shyly, “My Lord, if y-you wish to do it, why


    don’t you close the curtain first as this is m-my first time—”


    At the corner, Old Henry knowingly walked out of the room and closed the door.


    Heather twitched her voluptuous and seductive body while hesitantly walked closer toward Chu


    Feng. Sensual thoughts filled her mind; the idea of the Westerners’ fiery passionbined with the


    Orientals’ subtle tenderness, eventually bing one, was truly alluring and mesmerizing.


    Chu Feng gasped. He gave Heather a light p on her backside and scolded, “What nonsense are


    you thinking about? Do I look like that kind of person to you? What I want you to see is my wound.”


    Heather blushed again. She was so overwhelmed with shame that she thought of hiding herself


    away from Chu Feng.


    Heather sneaked a peek at Chu Feng. His strong upper body was well contoured with muscles and


    his unique masculinity made Heather go red. All those bullet and knife scars, though marked the


    glory of a warrior, saddened her.


    Suddenly, Heather’s bright eyes bulged and she eximed in shock, “W-What is this?”


    Near Chu Feng’s heart, there was a strange looking flower; it was a beautiful flower with a blood red


    color. The flower looked as if it had grown from beneath his body. The intertwining greenish stems


    spread from the flower in the center and coiled around all over his limbs and body. The flower,


    though beautiful, gave out a suffocating scent of danger.


    “The most deadly poison of the Holy Temple, the Mandraka Poison,” Chu Feng said calmly. “I was


    poisoned by Satan during the fight. Whoever was poisoned will gradually lose his humanity and fall


    into a hysterical lunatic state and finally, be a senseless beast.”


    Chu Feng recalled his hysterical state when he lost control of himself due to the poison during his


    recovery in the North Pole for three years. He would have lost his hope to live and let his illness


    take its toll on him until he eventually became a beast, if Qin Shihuang did not tell him that he still


    had a daughter in order to inspire him to continue to live.


    “T-This is terrible. It’s so cruel!” Heather eximed repeatedly while putting her hand over her lips.


    She could not imagine the pain an honored warrior like Chu Feng had to endure when he stood


    helplessly watching himself turning into a senseless beast.


    “But luckily, after three years of research, a special drug which is able to temporarily control the


    poison inside my body was discovered.” Chu Feng got dressed and continued with a worried face,


    “Still, all the drug can do is just to keep the poison at bay, but it cannot cure me of the poison


    completely. I can still feel the Mandraka Flower growing within my body and gradually take control of


    my sanity. So, I need to find an antidote for the poison as soon as possible.”


    For all these three years, Qin Shihuang had researched through all the recorded documents in the


    country. He even asked for the help of several renowned physicians. Yet, his hands were tied when


    it concerned the strange poison. Therefore, Chu Feng thought it would be wise to find the antidote


    from its origin—the Holy Temple.


    “Even though the Holy Temple had perished, it still dominated the Western Mafia World for over two


    hundred years.” Chu Feng looked at Heather and said, “So, I need your help—using your family’s


    influence—help me gather some information from the Western World about ways to neutralize the


    poison.”


    “No problem!” Heather nodded solemnly without any hesitation. “I’ll do my best to help you find the


    antidote. Don’t worry, my Lord, I will keep today’s matter a secret and I won’t tell anyone about it.”


    Chu Feng nodded. He did not seem to care about it at all. Although his ability was greatly reduced


    after he was poisoned, he was fearless against his enemies and their retaliation. Chu Feng would


    kill them all if they dared toe and seek vengeance.


    “Alright then, I’m afraid I’ve taken up much of your precious time. I should be going now. Duo Duo


    and Muqing are still waiting for me.” Chu Feng rose, a warm smile crossed his face when he


    thought of his cute daughter.


    “I bid you farewell, my Lord.” Heather stood up and gave Chu Feng a polite bow.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    In front of the French windows at the top of the building, with a cup of coffee in her hand, Heather


    gazed down the stairs at Chu Feng’s diminishing figure. A slight dejection shed through her eyes


    as she sighed gloomily.


    Right now, the headstrong legendary businesswoman, Heather looked like a grudging little woman


    who reluctantly bid her beloved husband farewell when he left home.


    By her side, Old Henry, who had been through highs and lows in his life, knew perfectly well what


    love is. He realized Heather had fallen madly in love with the young man. Old Henry thought Chu


    Feng had neither an exceptional background nor a powerful influence. He was no match for other


    nobles and talented young men. He did not understand why Heather would fall in love with a in


    and ordinary young man like Chu Feng.


    Old Henry sighed helplessly and walked toward Heather. He asked, “Miss Heather, do you like


    him?”


    Heather’s beautiful eyes flickered nervously, unable to conceal her true feelings. “Who doesn’t like a


    great man like him?”


    Old Henry snorted. Chu Feng did not look great to him at all. Old Henry then remarked proudly,


    “Miss Heather, if you really like him, why don’t you take the initiative and win him over? With your


    talent and beauty, his wife is no match for you. I’m sure he’ll be bewitched andpletely under


    your control as soon as you have won his heart.”