The sound of water rushing in the bathroom reverberated loudly.

Transparent glass walls were concealed by bamboo curtains, but the curvaceous shadow within the bathroom was still visible—Jiang Luwei was taking a bath.

Half an hour had already passed.

Qin Heng wasn't particularly moved. With his Cultivation Realm, the allure of the opposite sex was optional; to have or not to have it all depended on his mood.

To him, the current Jiang Luwei was merely interesting.

Similar to a cute kitten.

There were no other feelings.

SPLASH!

Suddenly, the bamboo curtain that was covering the glass wall of the bathroom was drawn open.

The direction was right towards the bed.

The person lying on the bed could clearly see the scene inside the bathroom: the mist was vague, the light bright, and one could imagine that amidst the steaming mist, there ought to be an endless beauty.

Although, because of the mist and the light, one couldn't see anything inside the bathroom from the outside, it was enough to make blood boil and self-control falter.

Of course, that was for ordinary people.

Qin Heng was an extraordinary individual: the revered Immortal Emperor, a peerless prodigy who had attained Eternal life at the age of nineteen. His mind was unswayed; he couldn't be bothered to even glance, having absolutely no interest.

Granted, everyone has a love for beauty.

Qin Heng was just a nineteen-year-old youth.

A young and beautiful girl with a stunning figure was bathing just behind a pane of glass, right next to him.

He should feel something unusual in his heart.

Yet, for someone who had once attained Eternal life as the Immortal Emperor, such seduction meant nothing. Qin Heng felt very calm at the moment.

Jiang Luwei stayed in the bathroom for over an hour.

Then she opened the bathroom door.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she stepped out.

The hotel's towel was large and tightly wrapped around her frame, with only her shining, white calves and her delicate little feet exposed.

Her round, white shoulders were slightly revealed, with a few droplets of water hanging on them, her collarbone exquisite, like a perfect piece of art. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, pinned up on her head, her cheeks rosy and delightful to behold.

"I, I..." Jiang Luwei spoke with difficulty, looking at Qin Heng lying on the bed. She said, "You, you should take a bath too. My, my hair isn't dry yet; it's inconvenient."

"Take a bath? No need." Qin Heng gently shook his head, looking at Jiang Luwei with an admiring gaze. He smiled and said, "My Dao Body is perfected, impervious to a feather, untainted by a speck of dust. My body must be the purest among Earth's people."

At the peak of Qi Refinement, having undergone a complete transformation, his Dao Body was naturally formed. He was no longer a common mortal.

If one were to use the terms of Earth's Martial Dao community, such a level would be known as a Martial Dao Saintly Body—the so-called Imperishable True Body—worthy of the title of Saint, or even Saint, with a lifespan of a thousand years!

"Ah?" Jiang Luwei was a bit confused, staring at Qin Heng in astonishment. She had no idea what Qin Heng was talking about.

As a member of the Legitimate Line of a powerful family from Sichuan and Shu, she knew the concept of a Martial Artist, but this 'Dao Body' stuff? She'd never even heard of it. Besides, in this situation, why talk about this?

"I know what you're thinking." Qin Heng stood up from the bed and walked to Jiang Luwei. He patted her shoulder gently and smiled, saying, "You don't have to despair; you're a very interesting girl. As I said before, with me here, no one can force you."

Then, he moved behind Jiang Luwei, turned his back to her, and said indifferently, "Put on your clothes, rest well. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to Golden Buddha Temple for a visit."

"Why?" With a sob in her voice, Jiang Luwei's eyes filled with tears. She had braced herself for anything, yet this boy had such an attitude.

This surprised her greatly, and it was something she could not accept.

Even if Qin Heng said no one could force her, in her eyes, it was merely a consolation.

"Why, why? You don't even know who I am, let alone what I'm facing! Why are you so confident?" Jiang Luwei suddenly clung to Qin Heng's arm, crying out, "Wouldn't it be better if, after a fleeting joy, we never saw each other again?"

"With you being such an interesting person, naturally I want to keep you by my side as my maidservant," Qin Heng said with a light laugh, "Why should we never see each other again?"

"No, you don't understand, you really don't," Jiang Luwei shook her head incessantly, saying, "My family, and the family I'm supposed to marry into, are both too powerful. You shouldn't get involved; it could endanger your life!"

In Jiang Luwei's view, facing the Jiangs of Sichuan and Shu and the royal nobility of England, Qin Heng had absolutely no possibility of resistance!

It was an utter impossibility!

"Put on your clothes." Qin Heng gently shook his head, his tone still calm. He said, "Someone will probably come soon, and you might expose yourself dressed like that. You don't know my prowess yet, but in a while, you will understand my strength."

His words seemed to possess a tremendous magic, making Jiang Luwei involuntarily obey, obediently putting on her clothes—a short-sleeved shirt and skirt, neatly attired.

She sat on the bed, then fell into deep self-doubt.

Jiang Luwei looked at the unmoved Qin Heng, feeling utterly incredulous. Not charming enough? After all, I said all that! He's still so unmoved??

BANG! BANG BANG BANG!!

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door.

"Open up! Open up! Supper delivery!"

The voice was loud and full of vigor.

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Luwei's originally rosy face instantly turned pale. She stood up with a start, saying, "Run! We must escape now!! It's my family's people!!"

"Escape? Too late!" The voice outside was disdainful and arrogant.

Then, with a CRASH, the solid, soundproof door was kicked down!

A middle-aged man in a white suit walked in, followed by six burly young men in black martial training suits.

"Niece Luwei, you've run quite a distance," the middle-aged man said with a cold sneer, ignoring Qin Heng as he looked at Jiang Luwei. "To think you've run over seven hundred li to this hotel at the foot of Mount QianFo. Interesting, quite interesting!"

"Second Uncle, you've come to take me back, haven't you?" Jiang Luwei was now surprisingly composed, her expression completely normal. She glanced at Qin Heng and said, "Second Uncle, I will go with you, but please let him go. He has nothing to do with this."

She wanted to protect Qin Heng, not wanting him to get hurt.

"No, that won't do." The middle-aged man shook his head, saying, "Your marriage to Baron Charles of the British royal family is the most important matter for the Jiangs, and not a single mistake can be tolerated.

Baron Charles has not yet come to China. He is unaware that you dared to sneak out for a private meeting with a man, even sharing a room... The smell of shampoo—you even took a shower!

For the British royal family, this is an unspeakable disgrace, an absolutely intolerable affair! The Jiangs would suffer incalculable losses as a result. Therefore, today's incident absolutely must not be spread!

This hotel will be leveled, and all the people in this hotel will be killed. Only dead people are the best keepers of secrets. As for this boy..."

The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Heng, seeing that he was standing there saying nothing, and assumed he was scared stiff. He sneered, "I really don't see why Niece Luwei would fancy such a useless fellow like you.

I can't be bothered to waste words on you. Kid, kill yourself."

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