My master gave me a death mission: to go down the mountain and retrieve his granddaughter.

The entire hilltop villa was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The evening breeze rustled through the woods outside the window, and moonlight streamed through the French windows, casting a soft glow on the ground. Inside, the lights were warm and dim.

However, this extreme quiet made the sound of flowing water coming from the second bedroom on the second floor incredibly clear, penetrating the eardrums and lingering there.

Su Muchen sat alone on the sofa on the first floor, but he was completely uneasy.

He stood upright, his fingertips slightly clenched, but his mind was already in complete turmoil.

Just now, Xu Lu's meaningful "take care" before leaving, and Lin Wan'er's blushing cheeks and her charmingly naive figure as she hurriedly ran upstairs...

Scenes kept replaying in my mind, lingering there.

The more you suppress it, the more the inner turmoil grows.

The sound of flowing water was gentle yet irritating, like a tiny feather constantly tugging at Su Muchen's tense heartstrings.

Lin Wan'er's image kept appearing in his mind uncontrollably.

It is the delicate fragility of the pear blossoms in the alley tonight, trembling with grievance and tears; it is the pure gentleness and obedience after the ice is broken and reconciled, having shed all sharpness; it is the shyness of just now, with eyes lowered in embarrassment and tears welling up in her eyes.

With her stunning beauty and aloof demeanor, the once untouchable goddess of Shanghai now has only him in her heart and eyes.

A scalding heat surged wildly through his limbs and bones, his blood and qi churned uncontrollably, and the young man's inner fire could no longer be suppressed.

With his current profound cultivation level, he has long since achieved a state of mental clarity, immunity to water and fire, and undisturbed by the seven emotions.

But when facing Lin Wan'er, all his Dao heart stability and mental barriers were utterly vulnerable.

At the height of his impulse, he even had a thought—to use his divine sense to probe into the secondary bedroom's bathroom and see the graceful figure behind the hazy steam.

The thought had barely formed when he forcibly suppressed it.

Su Muchen's gaze was deep and serious, his reason barely holding onto the last shred of clarity.

He is not a despicable person, nor does he have a voyeuristic tendency.

Tonight, Lin Wan'er set aside all pride and let down her guard, traveling alone thousands of miles just to win him back, pure and sincere.

Having finally broken the ice and reconciled, he absolutely could not use such frivolous behavior to desecrate her sincerity.

Furthermore, the road ahead is long, and she is the one destined to be with me. We have already begun to spend every day together, so why rush things?

Forcibly suppressing his urge to spy, Su Muchen closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

A cool, refreshing aura lingered around my mind, attempting to soothe the restless desires within me.

It's completely useless!

The sound of flowing water lingered in my ears, and the image of the beautiful woman remained vivid in my mind. The slight coolness of the calming mantra was quickly swallowed up by the surging heat.

The more I try to restrain myself, the stronger the itch in my heart becomes, and my blood and energy feel so hot that it almost burns my bones.

Fed up!

Su Muchen moved silently, teleporting without making a sound.

The next second, he was already in the ensuite bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor.

He was very discreet and never stepped into the second bedroom where Lin Wan'er was.

No matter how obvious Xu Lu's hints were, or how straightforward Lin Wan'er's shyness was, he was unwilling to overstep his bounds.

Without explicit consent, it would be offensive; he wanted her to be willing, not just to go along with it.

Close the bathroom door to block out outside noise.

Su Muchen deftly removed all his clothes and strode into the shower room.

Turn on the tap and let the icy mountain spring water pour down, instantly enveloping your whole body.

The icy water washed over her burning skin, sliding down her contours, the chilling sensation trying to extinguish the surging, alluring heat in her heart.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, using the cold water to suppress his churning blood and forcibly calm his restless mind.

Time passed by, second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, the gurgling sound of the flowing water that had tormented him for so long finally disappeared completely.

The shower noise in the secondary bedroom bathroom completely stopped, and the room instantly became completely quiet.

Without the stimulation of the water, and after a long period of cold water rinsing, the boiling desire in his body finally subsided, the heat subsided, and his mind gradually returned to clarity.

Su Muchen breathed a sigh of relief, reached for a bath towel, and wrapped it around his waist, barely covering his vital areas.

He raised his hand to dry the water droplets from his hair and reached out to push open the door to the master bedroom bathroom.

But the moment the door opened—

Upon seeing it, Su Muchen froze completely, his pupils suddenly contracting, and the desire he had just suppressed exploded again like a wildfire.

This time, it was a complete and devastating surge!

Even though he was a supreme cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of immortality, with a steadfast Dao heart and a stable state of mind, he completely lost his composure in the face of this extremely beautiful scene before him, and had no power to resist whatsoever.

On the edge of the soft, large bed in the master bedroom, a slender and graceful figure stood quietly.

Lin Wan'er was actually in his bedroom.

She had just finished bathing, and her long, black hair was still damp. The soft strands of hair clung to her fair and delicate shoulders and neck, and streaks of water slid down her slender neck and disappeared into the depths of her clothes.

She was wearing an extremely alluring black semi-transparent silk slip dress.

The light and sheer silk fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, was almost completely opaque under the warm yellow light of the room and the moonlight outside the window.

Beneath the skirt was nothing but bare skin, every graceful undulation and every exquisite curve was faintly visible, hazy and ambiguous, captivating the soul to the extreme.

Her skin, fresh from the bath, was fair and radiant, so translucent it seemed to glow, and so delicate it was without a single blemish.

Her skin was covered with fine, glistening water droplets, each droplet shimmering and moist, which rolled slowly down her delicate collarbone, slender shoulders, and slim waist, adding a touch of dewy, broken allure.

The once aloof and unapproachable goddess of Shanghai has now shed all her sharpness and coldness.

Her cheeks were flushed with layers of crimson, spreading from her fair ears all the way to her delicate chin. Her eyes were watery, and she looked down shyly. Her long eyelashes trembled gently, like the wings of a startled butterfly. Her whole being exuded a youthful yet alluring charm.

Like a lotus emerging from the water, untouched by dust.

She possesses a perfect blend of innocence and allure, making her breathtakingly beautiful and defying all reason.

This scene should only exist in heaven; how often can one witness it on earth!

Su Muchen's mind went blank for a moment, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

next second!

A sudden heat rushed to the tip of my nose, and two streams of warm, scarlet liquid slid down uncontrollably.

He! Has! Nose! Bleeding!

A peerless powerhouse who roams the world, crushes powerful enemies, and looks down upon countless beings, a cultivation giant who can suppress mountains and rivers with a wave of his hand and determine life and death with a bow of his head, was actually forced to bleed from the nose by the beauty of the woman in front of him!

If the martial arts experts and extraordinary forces who look up to him and fear him were to find out, it would be enough to shock everyone and become a laughing stock.

But at this moment, Su Muchen was completely unaware of his disheveled state.

He stood frozen at the bathroom door, motionless, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the stunningly beautiful figure before him.

Their gazes were burning, direct, and intense, unreserved, filled with utter amazement and captivation. They couldn't bear to blink, afraid that the dreamlike beauty before them would vanish without a trace if they were not careful.

The room was silent, save for the rapid, intertwined heartbeats of the two, echoing through the empty space.

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, feeling Su Muchen's almost burning gaze. Her whole body felt increasingly hot and shy. Her slender fingertips nervously gripped the hem of her nightgown, and her heart pounded wildly.

But deep down, my heart is filled with sweet satisfaction and joy.

She was right.

The initiative—shedding all pride, setting aside all airs, and mustering all courage—was not in vain.

She raised her misty, watery eyes, secretly glancing at the stunned man. Her soft, gentle voice, filled with shyness and naivety, drifted gently through the room.

"Um...Brother Mu Chen...am I...pretty?"