The two n casually strolled through the sect city. Many of the disciples were surprised to see the number one expert of the core disciples walking alongside soone. They weren't used to this sight. Ever since Luo Feng joined the sect, he never paid attention to anyone, always staying alone. This made everyone even more curious about the youth with white hair and crimson eyes. At the sa ti, they were confused—why was his face bloody and slightly distorted, as if he had just been beaten monts ago?
"Did that person offend senior Luo Feng?" soone from the crowd asked. Most of the people in this area wore light yellow robes, marking them as inner disciples.
"No, that wouldn't make sense. No one has ever survived after offending him," the person next to him replied. They looked nearly identical, like twins. They were surrounded by countless people, and no one dared speak without their approval.
"Heh, whoever he is, it seems he's heading towards the bathhouse. Let's follow and see how this ends. I'm quite curious. Perhaps a new talent has been found, and we could recruit him," one of the twins said, wearing a smile that wasn't quite a smile. It seed his words hid ulterior motives.
Wen Ran could feel auras probing him. He took it personally. He didn't like when people invaded his space; to him, it was rude and uncalled for. He turned his head and t the gaze of a group following him. They quickly turned away, pretending not to notice. Do they think I'm an idiot or that I don't have eyes? he cursed inwardly.
"Don't mind them," Luo Feng said, his tone devoid of emotion. "It's my fault, after all. People are curious about why you're walking with . I'm a bit of a loner in this sect."
"Can we speed up a bit?" Wen Ran said casually. "I'd prefer so privacy. I'm not too keen on people."
Luo Feng admired him even more. In his heart, he felt that this mysterious youth was strangely similar to him.
"No problem," Luo Feng replied. He flung his wrist, and in the next mont, two long swords flew down from the sky.
"Better jump—" He was about to warn Wen Ran, but was stunned to see Wen Ran already standing on one of the swords. Luo Feng stared at him in amazent, nearly forgetting his own sword.
"Senior brother, watch out, your flying sword is coming," Wen Ran said casually, causing Luo Feng to jump in the air and land gracefully on his sword.
"You keep amazing . This senior brother can't handle more surprises for today, so let rest a little." Luo Feng joked, causing the onlookers to drop their jaws. In their eyes, Wen Ran had beco like a demon; there was no other explanation for how he managed to earn the respect of soone like Luo Feng.
Soon, the two of them reached a building constructed from smooth stones and elegant wooden beams. The structure rose in tiers like a small pagoda. A mystical aura surrounded the building, giving it a peaceful, ancient appearance, adorned with jade and gold ornants symbolizing purity and the flow of energy. It instantly caught Wen Ran's attention. Around the entrance, intricate carvings of mythical creatures and immortal beings were etched into the stone. The doors, made of polished wood and inlaid with fine jade, shimred magically. Wen Ran could feel his soul being cleansed before he even entered. It was a mysterious feeling, as though all his wounds would heal simply by stepping inside.
"Please take your ti, junior brother," Luo Feng said. "I've prepared more than just dicine for you inside. After all, junior brother is also a man, so don't keep your senior brother waiting too long." He winked at Wen Ran and left, turning toward a nearby tavern. Wen Ran was left speechless and with a heavy sigh, he entered the building.
Inside, his eyes were t with the soft mist rising from the pools. The air was filled with the gentle scent of dicinal herbs and flowers. The entire place exuded thick spiritual energy, making it a paradise for cultivators. Wen Ran could feel his outer wounds healing almost imdiately. This place is amazing... he thought, his admiration growing. His eyes fell on the soft marble floor, embedded with spirit gems that shone with an ethereal light. These gems enhanced the quality of the spiritual energy in the air, giving the entire space an otherworldly feeling. The area was divided into chambers, likely leading to other pools. In the middle pool, several people sat cross-legged, wearing bathing robes that concealed their nakedness. Surprisingly, Wen Ran's appearance didn't bother them; it was as if they were lost in their own worlds, shielded by the rising mist.
"You must be Young Master Wen Ran," a soft, alluring voice brushed against his ear. Wen Ran hadn't noticed the woman's approach. Her long black hair and her slightly exposed shoulders gave one a lot to feast their eyes on. She leaned in close to him and whispered, "Please follow upstairs, Young Master. Your grand bath has been prepared, at the request of our sect master." Wen Ran could feel his body reacting—after all, he was a man, and in his past life, he had enjoyed the company of many beauties. With heat rising in his body, he followed the alluring woman upstairs.
When she opened the jade-adorned door, a rush of spiritual energy crashed into Wen Ran's body. The sight that greeted him made his heart beat a little faster. In the middle of the room sat a pool of water, its heat rising from the bottom, likely heated by spiritual coals, creating a steamy atmosphere. But what truly added to the allure were the five beauties lounging in the pool, their clothes slightly revealing—not too much, but just enough to hint at temptation.
"Junior brother, please accept this gift from the sect master and Brother Luo Feng, and allow us to assist you with your bath. You wouldn't turn down such a gift, would you?" A soft voice whispered in his ear, and soon, Wen Ran disappeared behind the closed doors. Several hours later, he erged, completely healed and radiating with the aura of manliness.
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