The next morning.
Sunlight streamed in through the window.
An Yi slowly opened his eyes.
He felt something soft in his hand.
Huh? Soft?!
An Yi looked blankly at his side.
Curled up in his arms was Long Niu—completely naked!
Instantly, An Yi was wide awake.
He couldn’t have...
He checked his own clothes—still on.
No way, he... he actually didn’t do anything?!
Staring at Long Niu, An Yi desperately tried to recall last night’s events, but his memory stopped abruptly after he washed up and went to bed.
He couldn’t remember a thing. Had he been drinking?
Nope!
Looking at Long Niu’s alluring figure, An Yi gulped.
Who the hell could resist this?
He didn’t want to be the chivalrous hero anymore—he wanted to be the scoundrel!
With a soft murmur, Long Niu slowly opened her eyes and looked at An Yi.
Ahem, Long Niu, why are you sleeping here?
An Yi coughed lightly, forcing a stern expression while struggling not to glance at her ample curves.
D-cup!
Definitely a D!
On par with Yan Zhi and Ruo Xi!
Didn’t you ask me to sleep with you?
Long Niu stretched lazily, yawning with a seductive grace.
An Yi tried to look away—yeah, right. Like that was happening.
Spirit Cores!
Long Niu raised her hand and demanded.
Meeting her serious violet eyes, An Yi snapped back to reality and exclaimed indignantly, What Spirit Cores?!
Long Niu replied, You said five Level 4 Spirit Cores for one night with you!
We’re out of the forest now. No danger, no need for bedtime protection.
I don’t care.
Five cores are worth fifteen hundred taels of silver! Just kill me instead! No money, just this one life!
An Yi adopted a shameless grin before adding, Besides, we had a three-rule agreement—you broke it!
Long Niu blinked innocently, confused.
You’re not wearing clothes!
An Yi pointed out with a triumphant look.
We were very clear about this rule.
Long Niu: Yet your eyes keep wandering over me.
No, they’re not! Don’t slander me—it’ll ruin my image!
An Yi waved his hands in vehement denial.
Knock knock!
A sudden rapping at the door interrupted them.
"Brother Yi, time to go," Wei Xiang’s voice called from outside.
Quick, get back into the storage space—you’re naked! An Yi urged.
Long Niu didn’t budge, fixing him with a resentful stare.
Hearing Wei Xiang’s voice again, An Yi sighed. Fine! Five cores it is. Take them yourself!
Only then did Long Niu dissolve into a streak of light and vanish into the storage space.
Next time, put on clothes before coming out, or no more Spirit Cores for you! An Yi warned.
Mm.
Long Niu’s voice echoed: Then I’ll take the cores myself.
Go ahead.
An Yi’s lips twitched.
Still, she did follow the rules.
After all, the Spirit Cores were stored in the same space she resided in.
"Brother Yi, are you up?" Wei Xiang called again.
An Yi opened the door, gazing at the clear sky outside before saying coolly, "Let’s go, Xiangzi. To the Heavenly Profound Sect!"
"W-wait, really?"
Wei Xiang looked uneasy.
As an inner disciple, bringing someone back to crash the Young Master’s wedding... this was...
"The ceremony’s tomorrow. Let’s scout the sect first."
An Yi said leisurely, his gaze turning icy as he looked toward the Heavenly Profound Sect’s direction.
At the foot of the Heavenly Profound Sect’s mountain.
"Brother Yi, this is it. Just... don’t drag me into this, or I’m dead..."
Wei Xiang fretted nervously.
An Yi shot him a glance and said flatly, "Relax, bro. I’d never betray you."
"Good."
Wei Xiang exhaled in relief, scratching his head awkwardly. "Well, I can’t show my face inside. You’re on your own now, Brother Yi."
"Here, take this."
An Yi tossed him a pouch of gold.
The guy was broke, barely enough for lodging.
"Thanks, Brother Yi!"
Wei Xiang weighed the pouch, eyes gleaming.
He was rich!
Tonight, he’d splurge at the brothel—top-tier courtesan, here he comes!
Watching Wei Xiang scamper off, An Yi smirked.
He pulled out the Evil Ghost Mask and activated its transformation skill.
In an instant, he morphed into Wei Xiang.
"Sorry, bro."
An Yi muttered before striding confidently through the sect gates.
"Senior Brother Wei!"
"Senior Brother Wei!"
The two outer disciples guarding the entrance recognized "Wei Xiang" immediately, waving him through without question.
As he walked, numerous outer disciples nodded respectfully.
An Yi didn’t know any of them, so he settled for a Mona Lisa smile.
Time to ditch this disguise and pick a new face.
Wei Xiang’s identity was just for entry—now that he’d seen enough people, he could switch.
Just then, a conversation between Heavenly Profound Sect disciples caught his attention.
"Man, that girl the Young Master brought back yesterday—total knockout. Her eyes could melt steel."
"The Young Master? No way! He’s getting married tomorrow. And he’s not that kind of guy."
"Pfft, what do you know? Maybe she’s the bride."
"Ha! That makes sense. The wedding’s tomorrow, so she’d be arriving in Rong City today. Nothing wrong with her visiting the sect early."
An Yi’s blood boiled, fists clenching.
That bastard!
How dare he lay a finger on Mu Xuan?!
The Heavenly Profound Sect’s Young Master was a dead man.
"Where’s the Young Master?"
An Yi’s voice was glacial.
The disciples shivered, turning to see "Wei Xiang." They blinked in confusion.
"Wei Xiang? Weren’t you on leave?"
"Where. Is. The. Young. Master?" An Yi growled, murderous intent rolling off him.
The disciples recoiled.
One with a round face pointed shakily toward an ornate courtyard on the mountainside. "H-he’s there."
An Yi stormed off, his aura so chilling bystanders flinched.
After swapping to another disguise, An Yi reached the Young Master’s residence.
Two elders sipped tea and played chess at the entrance—both at the Transformation Realm.
Not overly strong, but attacking recklessly would raise alarms.
Furious but still rational, An Yi activated the Evil Ghost Mask’s stealth skill.
Stripping off his clothes, his body turned completely transparent.
Then, with a flicker of Flame Step, he vaulted over the wall.
"Did you see something?"
One elder frowned, setting down his tea.
The other glanced around. "Nope."
"Must’ve imagined it."
The first elder shrugged.
"You’re getting paranoid."
His companion grumbled, then glared at the board. "Hey—where’s my rook?!"
The tea-drinking elder snorted. "Why look at me?"
Splash.
Inside the courtyard, the sound of water rippled from a room.
Tu Yiyi soaked in the tub, sighing in bliss.
After a week in the sect, she finally got to bathe.
That effeminate guy claimed to be the Young Master—some bigshot who could help find her brother.
Stranded and swindled out of half her money, Tu Yiyi had no choice but to trust him.
"Someone’s here!"
Tu Yiyi paled, sinking deeper into the water.
With her Wind Spirit Vein, she could sense disturbances in the air.
There really was someone there just now.
And they were getting closer to the room!
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