Undress, Undress... A Medicinal Bath? Ling Xiao: Rest assured, Master is a gentleman!

Ling Xiao had transmigrated to the Dou Qi Continent, and naturally, he wouldn't let go of the most sought-after profession on the continent – an alchemist.

That's right, he was also an alchemist.

He obtained the Burning Art from Elder Yao, and also gained a sub-flame of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame.

The Green Lotus Core Flame, the Fallen Heart Flame, and the Sea Heart Flame were also absorbed into his body.

The snow-white flame before him was a brand new Exotic Flame formed after the fusion.

He named it: Snow Spirit Ice Flame.

Less than half an hour passed.

The heavenly treasures and earthly materials that occupied half the room turned into a fist-sized mass of emerald green liquid.

It exuded a rich vitality and strong soul fluctuations.

But Ling Xiao's actions weren't finished yet.

His eyes flashed, and the snow-white flame in his palm instantly turned emerald green.

It was no longer extremely cold or extremely hot.

Instead, it was like a spring of life, emitting pure, extreme vitality.

With a wave of his hand, The palm-sized Jade Bead Grass seedling suspended in mid-air flew into the green flame.

Immediately after, the essence he had just extracted from the numerous heavenly treasures and earthly materials was also fused into it.

The Jade Bead Grass instantly grew at a visible speed, as if it had taken a potent tonic.

One inch, two inches... one foot, two feet!

In the blink of an eye, it grew to one to two meters tall.

Its verdant leaves unfurled, And in the center hung a dew-kissed, emerald green bead, emitting a strong life aura.

The wooden furniture in the room even began to show signs of green, with dry wood grain quietly sprouting tender green buds.

Qian Renxue watched, her jaw almost dropping to the floor.

This scene, was simply too unbelievable.

Her curiosity about this mysterious teacher reached its peak at this very moment.

While Qian Renxue was in a daze, And while she was dumbfounded, the Jade Bead Grass had already gone through a cycle of withering and flourishing.

Finally, under the Exotic Flame, it transformed into a pool of emerald spiritual liquid.

And that piece of Volcanic Gold Crystal, was also refined by Ling Xiao into a pool of golden spiritual liquid that seemed to be burning with flames.

He lightly manipulated his fingers, and the two pools of spiritual liquid intertwined and spun in mid-air.

Eventually, they formed a liquid that was emerald with hints of gold, as clear as glazed glass.

At this moment, his gaze fell upon the bathtub in the room.

It was empty!

He then remembered that he had forgotten to tell Qian Renxue to fill it with water.

There was no time now, so he had to do it himself.

With a wave of his hand, countless water vapor in the air liquefied in his hands into a large mass of pure water.

Splash--

The bathtub was instantly filled!

Then, he casually tossed the condensed golden medicinal liquid into it--

The water in the bathtub immediately turned emerald green, interspersed with specks of golden light, emitting wisps of mist.

It was dreamlike and ethereal, like immortal dew!

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take off your clothes and soak in the spiritual liquid!"

"Ah? N-now? Here?"

Qian Renxue's gaze drifted from the bathtub to Ling Xiao, then back, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the hem of her clothes.

"Mm, don't worry, I guarantee your martial soul will successfully evolve!"

Ling Xiao, thinking she was worried about his craftsmanship, confidently assured her.

"Moreover, as your master, I will guard you outside!"

Saying that, he walked to the sofa beside him, sat down, and slightly closed his eyes.

His current soul state was extremely weak, And using the Exotic Flame to refine medicine had also consumed a great deal of mental energy. This was the perfect opportunity to recuperate.

Qian Renxue watched his composed demeanor and gritted her teeth, finally taking a step towards the bathroom.

Inside the bathtub, the light green spiritual liquid exuded a rich life aura.

Just by smelling it, her entire body felt lighter, and even her divine sense became much clearer.

Her Soul Power Level was also showing signs of breaking through, and the Angel Martial Soul within her body was restless.

It was as if it had sensed something it desperately craved.

Qian Renxue turned and closed the bathroom's glass door.

This was her private room, and for convenience, it had a bathroom, but it was semi-open.

While the glass door could block the steam, it only reached her chest. Her upper head and shoulders were still clearly visible.

She reached behind her back, her fingertips touching the zipper pull of her white dress. Biting her lower lip, her small face turned red, but her hand hesitated to take the next step.

Throughout the entire Martial Soul Hall, very few people had seen her true face.

Let alone... undressing and bathing while sharing a room with a man!

"Teacher is such a powerful expert, he definitely... definitely wouldn't do something like peeking, right?"

"Besides, I'm his disciple..."

"Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents, Teacher – a teacher is like a father..."

"Moreover, he looks young, but perhaps his actual age is very great..."

Despite finding countless reasons to convince herself, she still couldn't accept it.

Her being naked while a man sat outside.

Even though that person was her teacher...

The opportunity for Martial Soul advancement was rare...

But she still couldn't overcome her shyness.

Her heart was filled with extreme nervousness and unease.

Every second felt like an eternity.

"Um... Teacher, could you... excuse yourself for a moment?"

"Excuse myself?"

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, then became somewhat exasperated:

"No, isn't there a glass door blocking it?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Do you think I'm that kind of petty person?!"

He was angered by her words.

Martial Soul and soul were intrinsically connected. The process of Martial Soul Evolution would inevitably cause intense pain. He stayed outside precisely because he feared something might go wrong.

But his good intentions were completely misunderstood!

"No, Teacher... I didn't mean to ask you to leave..."

Qian Renxue's flustered and shy voice came from behind the glass door, growing softer and softer, "Could you... temporarily return to my mind?"

"I'm not used to someone being here..."

Ling Xiao's expression instantly turned strange.

If they weren't in another world, he would suspect her of trying to set him up.

"Don't worry, I'm a gentleman, I would never do such beastly things..."

Ling Xiao was helpless against her, attributing it to the young girl's shyness.

"Sigh, forget it, I'll do as you say!"

"I really don't know what to do with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a stream of light and entered Qian Renxue's mind.

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her face blushing from the tips of her ears all the way down to her neck.

She knew this was self-deception.

After all, with Ling Xiao's cultivation, it was the same whether he was outside or in her mind; he could do whatever he wanted.

But the fact that his figure was physically present there, versus not being there, For her, it was two entirely different feelings, worlds apart!

"I believe that old man... definitely wouldn't peek,"

she muttered to herself, as if chanting a spell to bolster her courage.

Then--

With a rustle, her sash came undone.

A flash of white light.

Splash--

She dove headfirst into the bathtub, burying her flushed face deep into the cool spiritual liquid, hoping to alleviate the embarrassment and shyness churning within her.

But the very next second, as the cool spiritual liquid seeped into her meridians, it instantly transformed into countless sharp needles and thorns--

Intense pain exploded from every limb and bone.

She no longer had the mental capacity to consider anything else.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Ten minutes.

The pain not only didn't subside, but grew increasingly fierce.

It was as if millions of ants were gnawing at the gaps between her bones, or as if countless small knives were slicing inch by inch within her meridians.