One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

The bathroom was filled with steam.

The translucent frosted glass could not conceal the graceful figure inside.

When stained with moisture, it appears even more alluring and demure, making it all the more fatal.

Zhou Yan sat imposingly on the leather sofa.

He held a wine glass in his hand, the black liquid inside still bubbling.

"It has to be Coke."

Separated by a thin glass door.

Cindy was running her hands across her long neck, crisscrossing and massaging her shoulders, then moving downwards.

"I estimate it to be a D."

Zhou Yan crossed his legs, tapped the sofa with one hand, and enjoyed the other person's relentless performance.

"Excellent work, reward me."

hum.

My phone, which was lying on the coffee table, vibrated.

When I picked it up, I saw it was a WeChat message from Rongshan.

[Junior Brother Zhou, how have you been lately?]

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow.

Why are you calling me "junior brother" now?

He didn't dwell on that. He glanced up at the slender figure in the bathroom, doing a split with her legs high and applying shower gel, and typed a reply with one hand:

【fine】

[This world is full of dazzling lights and intoxicating pleasures, I want to challenge my weakness... How is the Old Master doing lately?]

ding dong~

Master is doing well and misses you all very much…

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow.

Who are you?

ding dong~ ding dong~

[By the way, Junior Brother Zhou, Lingyu... he's rather inexperienced in social interactions and doesn't have many ways to make a living...]

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yan suddenly realized!

Although Master Tian did not die, the story of the Celestial Master descending the mountain and almost annihilating Quanxing Sect did not happen.

But Zhang Lingyu's "expulsion from the sect" was not what it seemed...

In other words, our Master Lingyu has come down the mountain ahead of schedule to beg for food... no, to cultivate?

Sure enough, Rongshan followed up with a message:

My master hopes that, if it's not too much trouble, you can help him out a little.

Zhou Yan's lips curled into a smile, and he replied instantly:

No problem at all.

As the current security captain, and a close friend of Mr. Wang, recruiting someone to join the team shouldn't be a problem.

Longhu Mountain, in the courtyard.

Rong Shan stared at his phone, completely stunned!

An image involuntarily surfaced in my mind—

Lingyu, who should have been aloof, arrogant, and immaculate... was dressed in a security guard uniform, wearing a peaked cap, standing at the entrance of the residential area, raising his right hand, his five fingers pressed together against his forehead:

"Welcome home, homeowner!"

"this...!!!"

Rongshan's breathing became increasingly rapid as he excitedly typed on his phone...

ding dong~

Zhou Yan looked at the screen:

Rongshan:

[No matter what, please be sure to take a picture and send it to your senior brother... no, it's Master who has been missing Lingyu for so long, so let him see it!]

Zhou Yan smiled and replied:

【no problem】

Being a security guard is great; it saves you forty years of wasted time!

[Black Man Grinning Meme]

I just put my phone down.

Click.

A light mist mixed with the fragrance of bathwater wafted towards me.

The bathroom door was ajar.

Cindy peeked halfway out from the crack in the door, looking timidly at Zhou Yan, her voice soft and sweet:

"Zhou...Brother Zhou..."

She tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear:

Do you have a hairdryer?

goo-dong-

Zhou Yan put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Push open the door.

Cindy was only wearing a white bath towel.

The hem is extremely short, barely covering the buttocks.

Two long, straight, fair legs were adorned with glistening water droplets.

The light makeup on her face was completely washed away.

It lacked some of the sophistication, but gained a pure and captivating charm.

She held one hand across her chest, gripping the edge of the bath towel.

Ten delicate, ivory-white toes curled inwards in tension, their eyes darting away.

"Zhou...Brother Zhou, please...don't stare at me like that..."

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on her.

woman.

You made a special trip all this way and spent a full twenty minutes posing inside, just to show off to me?

He stroked his chin and said in a serious tone:

"It seems there's no hairdryer."

Cindy kept her head down, her expression unreadable, and timidly took a step forward, reaching out to grab Zhou Yan's chest.

"Ah... how do I dry someone else's hair...?"

It's so cold outside, I wonder if I'll catch a cold...

Young Master Zhou seems to be somewhat oblivious to romance.

He turned slightly to the side, and the beauty missed her.

She quickly grabbed the door frame to steady herself, her expression somewhat stiff.

"It's okay."

Zhou Yan looked at her, his tone gentle:

"Close your eyes, and Brother Zhou will perform a magic trick for you~"

Cindy was stunned for a moment.

You stinky man, what are you pretending to be so righteous for... So that's what you were waiting for!

She immediately nodded obediently and closed her eyes.

Her chin was slightly raised, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she looked ready to be picked.

Zhou Yan made no move.

Instead, it brought up the system panel.

[General Skill Level: Thirty-five years!]

The foundation built up in Longhu Mountain originally had thirty years left.

Although changing the location once took ten years of effort.

In just three days, they had already made back their principal and interest!

Zhou Yan had a sudden thought:

"Go all in! Put it all into the Heavenly Scroll!"

Om-!

A thunderous roar echoed in my mind.

Thirty-five years of refined internal energy were instantly poured in!

My understanding of one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, the [Heavenly Talisman], exploded like a tsunami deep within my consciousness...

The direction of the runes, the flow of Qi, the resonance of the power of heaven and earth... everything became as natural as breathing.

More importantly, there was the extremely subtle and profound insight that had been hidden behind the talisman all this time—

[Talismans are documents with a fixed format...]

[Spells are a fixed-format language...]

Although the forms differ, they all essentially involve communicating with heaven to make supplications...

The so-called "Heavenly Register"...

It's not limited to any particular language or written form...

There's no need to consider what the power that responds to is, or where it comes from...

[As long as you sincerely call upon it... write it down as a talisman, and uttering it becomes a spell!]

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, a divine light flashing in them!

He looked at Cindy, who was waiting with her eyes closed, and opened his mouth:

"At this moment, there should be a breeze."

Whoosh-!

A sudden gust of wind swept up from the floor of the previously enclosed bathroom!

The wind was strong, blowing the bottles and jars in the bathroom all over the place.

"Ah!" Cindy exclaimed, instinctively reaching out to cover her skirt.

Zhou Yan stood still, without moving, and shook his head.

"There's a mistake."

The wind subsided slightly.

"This wind must be a warm wind."

A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

The wind suddenly changed direction.

The air temperature rose instantly!

In an instant, the small bathroom where the two were located became like a desert, with a sweltering heat!

Swah...

Cindy opened her eyes.

The bath towel wrapped around her body had been torn off by the strong wind and was flying in the air.

"week..."

The word "衍" hasn't been uttered yet.

With a crisp clang, it hit the tile.

The wind stopped.

Zhou Yan looked down at the ground.

There was a rusty dagger there, emitting black smoke!

He raised his head.

His gaze swept over Cindy's naked body with amusement, finally settling on her horrified face.

"Miss Cindy."

Zhou Yan grinned:

"Why bring weapons when you're just taking a bath?"

hiss!

Zhou Yan's expression froze.

wrong...

When she came in, she didn't sense the knife's presence. Where was it hidden?

Could it be...!

Zhou Yan slammed his fist into his own palm!

"Oh! I understand!"

"you...?"

The air condensed.

Cindy's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she staggered over to him.

"Brother Zhou, let me explain!"

She stepped onto the smooth tiles, splashing water everywhere!

boom!

They were only half a meter away from each other.

Zhou Yan pressed his five fingers, like hooks, onto her forehead.

It's impossible to make any progress!

Her expression suddenly turned ferocious, and the dagger flew from the ground into her palm with a 'whoosh'...

In an instant, the bathroom was filled with eerie energy and ghostly wails!

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

boom--!!!

At the same time, a muffled loud bang came from the direction of the manor's main gate!