Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 18 Cai'er's Shy Demeanor, Bathing in Water (Seeking Recommendations and Reading)
The growth of external spiritual power is not simple.
The Emerald Body Protection Pill is somewhat useful for fifth-tier experts, but it has almost no effect on sixth-tier experts.

This shows that

This six hundredfold increase in spiritual power is incredibly valuable.

Excited!

The desire to fight surged in Yan Qianqiu's heart. He was eager to fight the demons in a bloody battle and use his hot blood to soothe his heart.

Yan Qianqiu slowly exhaled the stale air from his mouth.

Cai'er sat quietly to the side, sensing the increasingly powerful aura emanating from the young man, and a serene smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Now that you've finished your cultivation, I'm going to take a shower." A clear voice rang out in the living room.

"Shall I help you wash?" Yan Qianqiu's indigo eyes gleamed with cunning.

"You just broke through your external spiritual power, what if you hurt me?" Cai'er's heart pounded, and she subconsciously avoided his burning gaze.

He stood up somewhat hastily.

"Then will you help me?" Yan Qianqiu asked with a regretful expression.

"Mmm." The girl blushed and nodded gently.

When I was a child,
Aunt Luo has difficulty doing things with only one hand, so sometimes she prepares hot water for the two of them and lets them bathe together in a large bathtub.

But as I got older,

Yan Qianqiu and Cai'er rarely took baths like that anymore.

Entering the bathroom,

Cai'er was wrapped in a white gauze bath towel, her snow-white shoulders, neck and limbs were exposed to the air. She applied shower gel to her hands and rubbed it on Yan Qianqiu's back.

Bubbles formed on her palms.

Yan Qianqiu sat in the bathtub, his eyes closed in contentment, enjoying the soft, delicate hands rubbing his back.

Hot water wrap,

This feeling is so wonderfully comfortable.

Cai'er's cheeks flushed red. She dared not look around, but stared at his bare, broad back. Her glassy eyes were incredibly captivating in the mist.

"Do you still remember the things you said when you were little?" the boy asked, as if recalling something.

The girl's face grew increasingly red.

A faint, mosquito-like voice came from behind Yan Qianqiu, "That was when I was young and didn't know any better. Aunt Luo was really something, making me look bad."

Cai'er still remembers,
At that time, she pointed to a certain place and said to Aunt Luo, "Why is Brother Qianqiu's place like that? Why don't I have it?"

Aunt Luo covered her mouth and laughed, "It's okay, you'll have one in the future too."

"Why do I not have it now, but will I have it later?" Xiao Cai'er was very curious and kept pressing for an answer.

"Because Cai'er will have a boy she likes in the future," Aunt Luo said matter-of-factly.

Cai'er snapped out of her daze, reached out and pinched his back, scolding playfully, "You still bring it up? Does teasing me make you happy?"

"Yes." The boy nodded.

He suddenly laughed and said, "Cai'er looks very cute when she's shy."

"How awful!" She stomped her small, delicate feet, as white as snow lotuses, in embarrassment, and then reached out and lightly punched him a few times on the back.

"Hahaha."

Yan Qianqiu chuckled a few times, then placed his bath towel around his waist, and with a gasp, turned around and hugged the girl in his arms.

"Let's shower together, be careful not to catch a cold."

Cai'er closed her eyes and remained silent.

She didn't want to refute the boy's clumsy excuse. She was a level 7, fifth-tier assassin. How could she possibly catch a cold? She wasn't a child anymore!
Her fair skin leaned against Yan Qianqiu's chest, her purple hair flowing down the boy's neck.

"My wife is so cute."

Yan Qianqiu reached out and put his arm around Liu's waist, then whispered in the girl's ear.

The rapid pounding of a heart could be heard from somewhere, and it was particularly noticeable in the quiet bathroom.

Cai'er's eyelashes trembled, her mind was in turmoil, and she felt as if her body was about to turn into a puddle of water and merge into the bathtub.

Every time he calls his wife,
A mixture of sweetness and shyness filled my heart.

"Husband...husband~" The barely audible voice escaped from her soft lips, even with a slight tremor.

Yan Qianqiu naturally heard everything clearly.
I felt extremely relieved.

Whenever Cai'er is extremely shy and her little head is all fuzzy, she calls him this. Her shy yet stubborn appearance makes him exclaim how adorable she is!

“I didn’t hear you. Say it again,” Yan Qianqiu said.

Cai'er closed her eyes and pressed her red lips tightly together.

Seeing the girl pretending to be dead, Yan Qianqiu felt a wave of tenderness wash over her.

After washing,

Cai'er, wrapped in a bath towel, ran quickly into the bedroom.

The boy smiled.
Knowing that this girl is at an age where she is easily embarrassed, he didn't immediately follow her out.

The two sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.
Absorb spiritual energy.

Until midnight,

Yan Qianqiu and Cai'er had just finished their meditation.

The girl wore a light purple silk nightgown, her soft body nestled in his left arm, her pretty face as serene as a water lily under the moon, her breathing even and gentle.

Her right hand was gently cupped in Yan Qianqiu's palm.

A warm, gentle sensation emanated from where their fingertips touched, as if a silent vow was flowing through the night.

Starlight filtered through the gauze curtains outside the window, scattering tiny silver rays between their intertwined fingers.

……

After resting, Yan Qianqiu returned to the Aimei Auction House before leaving Aimei City.

He walked up to the middle-aged man.

Yan Qianqiu said coldly, "I'm very curious, how could the Holy Alliance Auction House so easily disclose customer information to others?"

The black crystal card in his hand pierced the counter, sinking deep into the wood.

“Under normal circumstances, such a thing would never happen.” The middle-aged man frowned. “Could you give me some time to investigate?”

"At most half an incense stick's time."

"it is good."

The middle-aged man didn't take long; he was accompanied by a portly man.

“Li Qian, he was just helping the family elders sell four sixth-tier demons. Don’t give VIP cards to just anyone.” Li Kang looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"Sixth-tier demons are indeed very strong, but even sixth-tier professionals working together can kill them. They are not considered honored guests in our auction house, let alone just a young man from a family."

In Li Kang's eyes,
Only a master alchemist like Lin Xin is worthy of respect and can bring a continuous stream of revenue to the auction house.

What is a young master who runs errands for his family to sell demon corpses?

The man walked over.
He took out the black crystal card from his pocket and said to Yan Qianqiu, "Our Aimei Auction House never leaks information about our VIPs. Don't you dare spread rumors and ruin our reputation."

"Here are three thousand gold coins. I hope you will take good care of yourself."

Yan Qianqiu raised an eyebrow. Regardless of whether this guy was the one who leaked the information or not, his attitude was very unpleasant.

What is the purpose of becoming stronger?
Aside from protecting family, loved ones, and friends, isn't it all about pursuing a fulfilling mindset?

"I'm spreading rumors about you?"

With one arm around Cai'er, Yan Qianqiu took out a Brilliant-grade heavy sword from his storage ring with the other. This was the first time he had used this Brilliant-grade heavy sword against someone.

Previously, when facing Lin Xin, he had only used magic-level equipment.

This magnificent greatsword, named Dongyue, is worth 15,000 merit points.

He was the one who hunted down demons at Exorcism Pass.

His father obtained it from the Knights Temple branch.

It's not a Light attribute item, so the price isn't particularly expensive, but it suits him very well.

Because this sword is unusually heavy.

Yan Qianqiu, wielding a heavy sword, swung it down, aiming for the belly of the portly man.

(End of this chapter)