I will use the ninja world to aid my cultivation of immortality.

The curtains were drawn back.

Some of the sunlight was too bright and shone in through the window, not only falling on Naraku but also illuminating the entire room.

The large bed in the room was in a mess.

Half of the white quilt had fallen onto the carpet, while the other half barely covered half of her delicate body.

Under the sunlight, the delicate body on the bed groggily awoke from her deep sleep, and then subconsciously raised her arm to shield her face from the sun.

Kalifa's beautiful face was visible in the shadow of her arm.

That's right.

Just like the scene in bed.

After leaving the Bronze Tower last night, Naraku swiftly and decisively took care of Kalifa.

He is not a eunuch.

Having already subdued them, they naturally wouldn't just look and not eat.

As it turned out, Kalifa was quite delicious, and Naraku was very satisfied with his meal.

Quickly adapt to the sunlight outside the window.

Kalifa, now awake, looked toward Naraku standing by the window.

In an instant, the confusion vanished, and all the events of last night flooded into my mind.

"Go run the bathwater, and take a good bath later."

Before Kalifa could react, Naraku had already turned around to look at her.

He looked with interest at Kalifa, whose body was half exposed.

His gaze swept over the other woman's hot figure, and he casually gave an order.

When she met Naraku's gaze, Kalifa instinctively looked away, even preparing to pull the blanket over her body.

But her movements stopped abruptly.

Feeling the pain coming from somewhere.

She silently changed her action of pulling the blankets into getting up and getting out of bed, preparing to put on her pajamas and head to the bathroom.

"Wait, did you forget something?"

Seeing Kalifa silently put on her pajamas, Naraku crossed his arms and said calmly.

Forgot something?

Upon hearing Naraku's words, Kalifa instinctively looked at Naraku again, and immediately saw an indifferent gaze in his eyes.

"Master, I will draw water for your bath."

Naraku's indifference sent a shiver down Kalifa's spine, and a sense of dread rose within her.

She hurriedly bowed to Naraku in a flustered manner.

"Okay, go ahead!" Seeing that the other party's reaction was satisfactory, Naraku waved his hand to let the other party go and do the work, while he walked to the sofa next to him and sat down.

Naraku smiled faintly as he watched Kalifa, whose gait was a little strange, jog into the bathroom to turn on the water.

In terms of training, he's practically a professional.

Even though the other party was a female agent, and it only took one night, he still managed to train her into a preliminary form.

A moment later, Kalifa emerged from the bathroom.

"Master, the water is ready."

Seemingly having adapted to her new identity, Kalifa approached Naraku with the utmost respect, like a maid.

"Good, keep it up."

Standing up, Naraku smiled and reached out to pinch Kalifa's chin.

After making her tilt her pretty face up, he lowered his head and tasted her red lips, then laughed loudly and slapped her buttocks before swaggering into the bathroom with her.

Waves crashed.

The hotel's bathtub is decent, easily accommodating two people.

The bathing process is interspersed with some rather unconventional fun.

Returning to familiar ground, I galloped on horseback, riding up and down the hills.

Only when the water in the bathtub was nearly half gone did Naraku leisurely carry the limp Kalifa out of the tub.

"Help me change my clothes!"

There's no tenderness or pity for women.

Naraku, stepping out of the bathroom, casually spread his arms, letting Kalifa dress him.

"It's the master!"

Kalifa's body was sore from the ordeal in the bathroom, but she dared not disobey Naraku's orders and quickly went to serve him.

After Naraku finished dressing, Kalifa then dressed herself.

"This is your reward."

Looking at Kalifa, who was increasingly resembling a maid, Naraku chuckled and placed his hand on her chest.

"This is."

Kalifa initially thought that Naraku had become interested again.

But then she looked stunned.

When Naraku's palm pressed against her fullness, a warm current surged through her body.

With each breath, her previously sore body quickly regained its vitality, and even the pain in certain areas disappeared rapidly.

"Master, is this your power?"

Feeling the changes in her body, a bewildered Kalifa couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The slight smile on his face disappeared, and Naraku sternly rebuked him, even forcefully grabbing the hand from which he had channeled true energy, as a warning.

"what!"

With her fingers digging deep into her skin, Kalifa cried out in pain, "Master, please forgive me! I won't do it again!"

Naraku gave a soft snort, shook violently again, and then withdrew his strength.

When Naraku withdrew his hand, Kalifa quickly covered her chest.

Looking down, one can faintly see reddish-purple fingerprints inside the V-shaped mouth.

Kalifa gasped, a wave of regret washing over her.

If I hadn't been so talkative, I wouldn't have suffered such pain.

"gone!"

Naraku paid no attention to Kalifa's inner turmoil and turned to walk towards the door.

Upon hearing the call, Kalifa immediately suppressed the pain in her chest and hurried to catch up with Naraku.

Check out and leave the hotel.

Accompanied by Kalifa, Naraku went to a nearby clothing store and changed his clothes.

Before leaving the mountain, he had been focused on cultivation. Although he wasn't dressed in rags, he was clearly lacking in class.

Now that I'm out of the mountains, I naturally need to change into better clothes.

As for money.

Just like the hotel I stayed at last night.

On his way to Water Seven, he encountered some 'kind people'.

Although the "kind-hearted person" was a pirate, he was exceptionally "generous" and enthusiastically gave all his money to Naraku.

"How about it? Does your master look good now?"

After leaving the clothing store, Naraku, with his hands in his pockets, smiled and asked Kalifa, who was standing next to him.

At this point, he was completely integrated into the world in terms of appearance.

In addition to a very well-fitting burgundy suit, he also had a black cloak draped over his shoulders.

In terms of appearance, he was in no way inferior to a naval admiral, exuding the air of a big shot.

“Master’s current appearance is perfect,” Kalifa said respectfully.

"Yours is good too."

Naraku was very satisfied with Kalifa's answer, and he also expressed his appreciation for Kalifa's current appearance.

Kalifa also changed her outfit.

She was wearing a fitted black mini skirt and leather jacket at the time.