If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

He took another sip.

"If this could be mass-produced, opening a milk tea shop would absolutely crush all the pill shops in the cultivation world—"

"rogue."

Yu Jianhuan's voice came from the edge of the pool.

Mo Chengyue looked up.

Yu Jianhuan rested her hands on the edge of the pool, her phoenix eyes half-closed as she stared at him.

The water you drank.

"Um?"

"My junior sister Su and I soaked in the water for more than half an hour."

Mo Chengyue paused, his hand holding the water still.

"...What are you implying?"

"I didn't hint at anything."

Yu Jianhuan's lips curved into a smile.

"I'm just stating an objective fact."

Mo Chengyue looked at the water in his hand.

He glanced again at Yu Jianhuan's innocent face.

There was a three-breath silence.

Then he put the water in his hand into his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

"Um."

"It tastes even better now."

Yu Jianhuan's eyes widened instantly.

She didn't expect Mo Chengyue to actually accept this move.

Three steps away, Su Qingying's ears visibly turned from pink to crimson.

Then it quickly moved towards the deep red color.

Su Qingying forcibly pulled her gaze back to the wall in front of her.

But she found that she couldn't understand the array patterns at all.

My mind is filled with that image from just now—

His body was covered in scars.

Those shocking new and old wounds.

And then there's his silly way of splashing around in the pool like a child after he jumped in.

The two images are superimposed.

It's severely fragmented.

It also makes people feel a mix of tension and relief, a feeling that's hard to describe.

She took a deep breath.

Try to calm yourself down.

Then, her eyes, to her dismay, slanted to the side again.

Mo Chengyue stood up from the water.

Instead of slowly getting up.

He braced himself against the edge of the pool with both hands and burst out of the water.

Water droplets slid down his hair, chin, and shoulders.

The golden-white water from the spirit pool condensed into a thin film of light on his skin.

Bathed in the pale golden light of the murals in the secret chamber, the person looked like a jade sculpture that had just risen from the water.

The scars have mostly faded.

The skin regained a healthy wheat color.

Her wet hair clung to her forehead, and only her sharply defined jawline and thin lips were visible on her face.

The jawline of this face is beautifully curved.

The lips are thin and defined, with the corners of the mouth slightly upturned, giving off a natural, effortless roguish charm.

The skin, moistened by the water of the spirit pool, shimmered faintly in the misty light.

Water droplets rolled down his Adam's apple and into his collarbone.

If a woman from the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom were to see him, she would surely be amazed by his appearance.

This is a face as handsome as Takeshi Kaneshiro, Eddie Peng, Daniel Wu, John Lone, Leon Lai, Andy Lau, Aaron Kwok, Cai Xukun, Hu Ge, Vincent Chiao, Qiao Zhenyu... a face that has captivated countless girls and is the first love of millions.

Su Qingying recalled the moment he removed his mask in the revolving lantern during her final moments.

That face was unremarkable.

She watched it countless times in the revolving lantern.

Every time I see it, I think—how could there be a man who looks like this in the cultivation world?

High and sharp brow bones.

Deep-set eyes.

The bridge of his nose is straight like a mountain ridge.

She remembered those eyes—calm, sharp, like a lamp condensed in the abyss.

The bone structure of his face is exquisite and sharp, not the kind of delicate and handsome.

It's a kind of aggressive, masculine, and captivating handsomeness.

In a corner of her heart, Su Qingying admitted something.

Yu Jianhuan liked him—she understood.

This face certainly has the capacity to commit crimes.

Su Qingying swallowed almost subconsciously.

Then he abruptly turned his head back.

I strained so hard that my neck cracked.

Mo Chengyue wiped the water off his face.

He felt two burning gazes.

One came from the left, brazen and undisguised, like a cat eyeing its prey.

A path came from the right, furtively and intermittently, as if they were doing something shady.

He spoke slowly.

"Feed".

Both gazes paused simultaneously.

"My mouth is watering."

He shook the water droplets off his hair, his tone radiating an almost irresistible confidence.

"I know he's handsome."

"But don't become obsessed with me."

"I'm just a legend."

Yu Jianhuan was the first to come to her senses.

"Who's drooling?"

She scoffed.

"Your scars are no better looking than a toad."

"Then you stared at that toad for half an incense stick's time."

"I'm checking to see if your injury has healed."

"Oh?"

Mo Chengyue tilted his head slightly.

"So, to see if my injury has healed, do you need to scan my entire body three times?"

Yu Jianhuan fell silent.

Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed.

A slight smile played on her lips.

Then she stood up.

His fingers touched the collar of the priest's robe.

"Since you're so good at talking..."

Her voice suddenly became very soft and gentle.

It carries a dangerous sweetness.

"Then I'll let you see as much as you want."

She took off her outer robe.

The white robe with silver patterns slipped off his shoulders.

All that was left inside was a close-fitting undergarment.

Her long, rose-purple hair cascaded down to her waist, contrasting beautifully with her smooth, porcelain-like skin, which had been restored by the Spirit Pool.

Yu Jianhuan's figure, like her personality, possessed a highly aggressive beauty—plump and full, with curves like blades.

Her eyes were upturned and phoenix-shaped, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye resembling a speck of cinnabar.

Her red lips parted slightly.

She smiled at Mo Chengyue.

Then he jumped into the pool.

Water splashed all over Mo Chengyue's face.

"Junior brother—"

She emerged from the water, her long, wet hair clinging to her face, her phoenix eyes gleaming like the moon shattered on the water's surface.

"I am coming."

Mo Chengyue instinctively took half a step back.

"Stop it."

"I finally have a quiet chance to soak in the pool—"

"It's so boring to go swimming alone."

Yu Jianhuan has already swum over.

By the pool.

Su Qingying stood still.

His expression was calm.

But the way she looked at Yu Jianhuan.

If looks could kill.

Yu Jianhuan has died ten thousand times.

Her lips were pressed into a straight line.

The "ice queen" persona is in jeopardy.

She silently repeated "The disciples of Biyun Peak disdain competing with others" seventeen times in her heart.

Then he recited "Those who cultivate the sword should have a heart as still as water" twelve times.

However, the image that came to her mind was Yu Jianhuan jumping into the pool in her undergarments and lunging at Mo Chengyue.

That vixen.

In the pool.

Yu Jianhuan has already pasted it on.

She wrapped her arms around Mo Chengyue's neck, hanging on him and getting close to his mask.

"Junior brother, why are you hiding?"

"I didn't dodge."

Mo Chengyue's voice was somewhat stiff.

"I'm making a tactical retreat."

"What's the difference?"

"One that sounds more dignified."

Yu Jianhuan's fingers gently traced the back of his neck.

"Then let me kiss you with dignity."

"Senior Sister Yu."

"Um?"

"Senior Sister Su is still standing outside."

"Didn't she say she wouldn't watch it?"

By the pool.

Su Qingying clenched her fists.

Her voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

cool.

Sharp.

But if you listen carefully, there's a suppressed tremor inside, whether it's anger or something else, you can't tell.

"...Didn't you see he was unhappy?"

Yu Jianhuan turned her head in the pool.

Water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair.

The phoenix eyes scrutinized Su Qingying for three breaths.

Then it bent over.

"Junior Sister Su."

"I'd like to."

"He wasn't really unhappy about it."

She tapped Mo Chengyue's nape with her finger.

"He's just shy."

"Right, junior brother?"

Mo Chengyue rolled his eyes.

Yu Jianhuan turned back to look at Su Qingying, her smile deepening in her phoenix eyes.

"If you're so capable—"

Her voice trailed off.

Very sweet.

He deserves a beating.

"—You're coming too."

Su Qingying's face changed three colors in that instant.

First, Bai was startled by Yu Jianhuan's words.

Then it turned red—burning all the way from the neck to the ears.

Finally, her face turned ashen—the genius swordswoman from Biyun Peak couldn't swallow the insult of being openly provoked.