Why Did It Get Wet?

Qi Bei quickly cast those vexing matters to the back of his mind. One should do what one had the ability to do. His strength was still insufficient, and his influence had yet to get off the ground, so why was he fussing over these things?

"Master, what do you need me to do?" Marquis Lanling asked proactively after Qi Bei remained silent for a long while, his heart uneasy.

"Stay in the Imperial Capital and do two things for me. First, find out the origins of the necromancer who kidnapped Princess Mingyue back then. Second, find a way to plant spies beside Emperor Hanmos and monitor his every move. As long as you do these two things well, you won't lack benefits." Qi Bei thought for a moment before speaking in a sinister tone.

"Master, I'll do my utmost to accomplish these two tasks," Marquis Lanling hurriedly said.

"All right, return to the Imperial Capital." Qi Bei waved his hand.

The instant Qi Bei waved, Marquis Lanling saw the glinting claws beneath his broad robe. His heart filled with terror. Could this mysterious expert truly have emerged from the Nether Gate?

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When Qi Bei returned to the camp, the sky was already beginning to brighten. Some caravans and travelers were packing their belongings, preparing to set out.

Phantom's tent was right beside Qi Bei's. As he passed it, he stopped, and a mischievous thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind. If I quietly slipped inside now and lay down beside her, I wonder how she would react.

That scoundrel Qi Bei immediately put the thought into action. His figure flashed, and he slipped silently into Phantom's tent.

"Huh? Where did this girl go?" Qi Bei stared at the empty, makeshift bed and thought in puzzlement.

Qi Bei touched the bedding. It was still warm, and it carried the unique, delicate fragrance of Phantom's body.

He had spent the entire night hurrying along and was somewhat tired. He lay down at once, resting his head amid the delicate fragrance as he pretended to sleep.

At that moment, Qi Bei's hand felt two silky, soft garments beneath the covers. When he pulled them out, he found a set of pale-pink undergarments.

"Wow, they're transparent. If she wore these while I was circulating my power to treat her..." Qi Bei thought shamelessly. He toyed with the underwear in his hands, then suddenly noticed a faint damp mark on the panties.

Qi Bei instantly turned wicked. His entire body grew inexplicably feverish, and he couldn't help recalling the last time he had treated Phantom—the irresistibly alluring sight of her drenched body.

Without thinking, Qi Bei lifted Phantom's undergarments to his nose and gave them a light sniff.

Just then, the tent flap was suddenly lifted, and Phantom came in from outside. At a glance, she saw Qi Bei holding her undergarments to his nose and sniffing them with an utterly lewd expression. Her pretty face immediately flushed all the way to her ears.

"Young Master, you... you're shameless!" Phantom said, embarrassed and annoyed.

Qi Bei didn't blush in the slightest. He sat up on the bed and gave a wicked grin. "This young master is shameless. How about I show you just how shameless I can be right now?"

Phantom took two steps back, raised both hands to shield her chest, and watched Qi Bei warily.

Qi Bei hooked one finger through Phantom's panties and spun them in circles in midair. "Phantom, why don't you tell young master why your panties are wet? Don't tell me you wet the bed."

Phantom let out a startled cry and lunged forward to snatch back her panties.

After a bout of playful scuffling, Phantom was pinned beneath Qi Bei.

For a moment, the two of them fell silent. The only sound in the air was their increasingly hurried breathing.

Qi Bei stared intently at Phantom, while her beautiful eyes darted away without pause. Her mind was filled with last night's shameful dream. In it, she and Qi Bei had been entangled naked in a vast, open wilderness, and the Qi Bei in her dream had watched her with that same scorching gaze. When she awoke that morning, Phantom had found her undergarments soaked through, so she had changed them. She had planned to go outside to relieve herself before returning to tidy up, but she never expected to see that scene the moment she came in.

Qi Bei slowly lowered his head and moved to kiss Phantom's trembling lips.

"Little sister, time to get up." At that moment, Vajra's trademark booming voice came from outside.

Phantom jolted in surprise and, somehow finding a burst of strength, shoved Qi Bei away with all her might.

"Oh, I know," Phantom answered, covering her violently pounding heart.

After a while, Phantom tiptoed to the tent flap and poked her head out to look around. Then she ran back, grabbed Qi Bei, and desperately pushed him outside.

"Phew..." Phantom let out a long breath, covering her flushed face with her small hands. Just now, she hadn't felt any resistance in her heart. On the contrary, she had even felt a little anticipation.

Could it be that I've truly fallen for him? Phantom lowered her hands, her gaze somewhat dazed.

Qi Bei returned to his own tent. Though he felt regretful, he was also somewhat relieved. Phantom's constitution would only trigger a reaction from the Dragon Seal on his left hand when the force suppressing her meridians leaked out as he unblocked them.

In other words, Phantom was not truly an extreme Yin Body at this moment. She might only become one after her meridians had been completely unblocked.

"Men... truly are animals that think with their lower halves." Qi Bei gave a self-mocking smile. Then his heart stirred, and he called out, "Xiao Jiu, Thirteen, you can come out now."

Two dark figures emerged. Both were somewhat surprised. They hadn't deliberately released their auras just now, yet Qi Bei had still sensed their presence. It seemed this new master of theirs was truly no simple character.

"Did you find anything?" Qi Bei asked.

"Reporting to Master, we only discovered that this caravan is also heading to West Spirit City. The carriages are carrying ordinary goods. As for the tent of that Goth couple, although it has no magical restrictions, it's covered in a strange energy. We can't hear any movement from inside," Thirteen replied.

"It doesn't matter. Since they're also going to West Spirit City, there will be plenty of opportunities along the way." Qi Bei had been prepared for this and wasn't disappointed.

Before long, the Goth caravan finished packing and set out, while Qi Bei and the others followed unhurriedly behind them.

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On the carriage, the pregnant woman poked her head out and glanced behind them before withdrawing it again. Her expression was rather solemn.

"Princess, they seem to have been following us all along," the young Goth said. His tone was extremely respectful—not like he was speaking to his wife, but to his master.

Anyone familiar with the Goths would understand that Princess was not a person's name. In the Goth language, it meant princess.

"Don't pay them any mind for now. Watch and see how things develop," the Goth princess said.

"Princess, could the Golden Leaf Dynasty have noticed something?" the young Goth asked nervously.

"Probably not. If the Golden Leaf Dynasty had truly noticed something, they would have sent soldiers to capture us already. We're on Golden Leaf Dynasty territory right now. Although these people are disguised soldiers, we can't be certain that we're their target." The Goth princess thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"You mean they're disguised regular troops?" The young Goth froze for a moment.

"Not merely regular troops, but battle-hardened soldiers. Look carefully: the distance between every one of their steps is exactly the same, without the slightest deviation. Their arms swing back and forth beside their thighs by precisely five inches. If a sudden situation arises, they can draw the weapons at their waists at the fastest possible speed." The Goth princess paused before continuing, "Moreover, the heavy Killing Intent on their bodies couldn't have been condensed without a hundred lives or so beneath their hands."

(The new book's ranking is hanging by a thread, and the chrysanthemum is terribly unstable—please protect my chrysanthemum!!)