He scrubbed down his body still smiling, till his hand got to his crotch. He stiffened and his eyes went wide with embarrassment. He was spotting a pretty big boner, and the veins were nearly popping. Anthony couldn't believe his eyes, for the first time in a long time, he got an erection, shocking him. He had the feeling but didn't give it much thought because it never occured to him that the feeling down there could be that.

"What? Could it be that the nonsense Lan Xuanyu and Hua Cheng were doing in there turned me on? Impossible. But I'm straight." He whispered in horror, refusing to acknowledge it. Even Ava couldn't turn him on despite all her beauty. That part of him seemed to have died after his ex wife's betrayal. Yet, it was standing again after being verbally teased by Lan Xuanyu, terrifying him. This was definitely unacceptable. He can't be turning like those two elder brothers of his, could he?

He shook his head and quickly washed up. But his boner didn't seem like it was going down anytime soon.

He shut his eyes and caressed himself for a while.

"No, I can't do this. I have to endure it. He whispered and poured more water inside the tub, soaking himself. He suddenly felt a warm energy wrap around his crotch, as if an invisible hand was stroking him, making him moan. He bit his lips in horror and his head snapped towards the altar where the statues were standing, his heart beating erratically. The warm energy tightened and he found himself biting his palm to stifle his moan. He looked around but there was no one in sight. Whatever was stroking him didn't want to be seen.

Anthony stylishly moved his hand around the tub but found nothing. But before he could think better of it, he found himself moaning and spilling all over himself, mortifying him. He quickly rinsed himself and jumped out of the tub, his heart shaking as he covered himself with the towel, red faced like a child caught stealing meat. He swallowed the lump in his throat and fished out an underwear from his storage space and quickly wore it. He reached for the clothes which were placed by Lan Xuanyu and immediately chuckled.

"Is this a movie set? Why is he giving me this set of clothes that look like something out of a Chinese martial arts movie? This costume will make everyone turn to me as if I'm a clown. But since I don't have clean sets of clothes anymore, I better make do with it." He whispered and wore the white inner shirt set and tied the sash as he often saw them do in the movies. Next came the white trousers, stockings and boots.

"Wow! The material of this cloth is made of unknown material, same with the boots. They seem to have spiritual energy, providing comfort and regulating the temperature. And the boot seems like most parts of it were made with spiritual beast furs and hide, around ninety percent of it. The sole is not made of rubber or metal. The material used for the sole is unknown. However, it is truly hard and durable. It won't be easily pierced. Wow, clothes from a god is on a whole new level. The materials are all made from legendary treasures." Anthony whispered and reached for the second layer of gown.

"Wow, look at this delicate embroidery. It looks like something a wealthy prince or young master would wear." Anthony whispered with a chuckle, and put on the second layer which like a long gown. He wore it and tied the sashes at the waist and touched his neck. The gown or rather hanfu crossed at the neck, and was embroidered with yellow thread. The thread at the lower part of his leg combined to form the outline of a dragon. As for the embroidery on his hand and chest area, he couldn't be bothered to decipher them.

"Isn't the sleeves a bit loose? If it keeps flapping like this, a little wind might carry me away and mistake me for a bird." He whispered and giggled, examining the hanfu. He noticed that there were still other items on the rack, and touched them. He closed his eyes to recall where they were supposed to go from the historical Chinese movies he watched as a young man while programming his game which was set in a martial arts world.

"Oh, those are the belts." He whispered and quickly picked up the carefully weaved belt made with unknown material and correctly wrapped it around his waist.

He reached for the leather straps remaining and fastened it around his wrists using the embroidered loops on his clothes and tightened them. At once, the sleeves tightened and he smiled in satisfaction. He touched the belt and noticed space between the broader belt and the tiny one that was weaved like a braid.

"I guess this is for those who prefer strapping their weapons to their waists. Tsk tsk tsk. Lan Xuanyu, are you trying to take me back to five hundred years ago?" He whispered, and shook his head with a smirk.

"I'm missing the third layer. The third layer of hanfu which looks like a jacket that stops around the knee with flappy hands are probably made for princes. While I'm going there as a warrior. That's probably the reason he didn't add the third layer. But this looks luxurious enough. I look like some prince about to go for battle. No, just a warrior. I'm just missing a horse and a longsword. Or maybe arrows. I can equally ride on a sword. Hahahaha."

Anthony seemed to be in a very good mood as he admired the clothes. He packed up and turned to leave and his foot slipped, making him bump into a protruded nail on the side. He grunted in pain and quickly moved away to examine the damage. But there was no hole on his clothes. He came closer to the nail and touched the tip gently, and it immediately slit his finger open.

Anthony withdrew his hand with lightning speed, his eyes as wide as saucers. He looked at his clothes with a frown and stylishly dragged an edge along the nail but it remained fine.

Anthony gasped in shock.

"Does this mean that the clothes are tougher than my skin? This clothes are not mere clothes, they're treasures that can resist weapons. Lan Xuanyu, how can you bear to give me such huge treasures? Is it that you have too much that you won't miss a few? Or is it that I'm not just someone you met by chance?" Anthony whispered, and applied pressure on his wound, stopping the bleeding.

From the water he was given to bathe, to the flowers and clothes, everything was special. After bathing with the flowers, his skin felt refreshed and moisturized, canceling the need for body cream. Not just that, he felt relaxed, and the headache and body pain disappeared. His mood automatically became better, showing that the flower was a priceless herb that soothes the mind. Elixirs and herbs that soothes the mind without creating more damage were always the rarest. It was easy to increase cultivation energy with money, as long as one does not mind the side effects. But it was never the same for spiritual energy and the mind as it was tied to the life of a cultivator. Herbs with such soothing properties were priceless treasures which everyone would definitely hoard when received. But he actually received a whole bowl just to bathe.

And Anthony actually used it all because he didn't know what the flowers were. Just that they calmed his body, eliminated backlash, and soothed his mind, returning him to his peak state, and even stronger.

But now, the little accident had opened his eyes to the special clothes. He looked at the bracelet suspiciously, realizing that it can't be a simple gift either.

"Are all immortals generous?"

If he didn't know how much Lan Xuanyu loved Hua Cheng, he would have thought he had improper desires towards him. But it was simply impossible.

Anthony quickly made his way to the altar, his heart beating fast as he racked his head to remember if he knew Lan Xuanyu from anywhere. The old man who taught him seemed to hold Lan Xuanyu in high regard, worshipped him and even feared him. He would never dare to stand straight before Lan Xuanyu or look at his face, talk more of holding a conversation. And it was obviously the same for the rest of the world. They fear Lan Xuanyu who doesn't seem to give the others face. So why was it different for him?

It was not that Anthony didn't hold Lan Xuanyu in high regard, it could be said that he respected him a lot. But fear was an emotion he had never felt towards Lan Xuanyu. He always felt an inexplicable sense of closeness, making him treat him like the best friend he never had, teasing him about his shameless conduct. And Lan Xuanyu had never treated him wrongly.

"Why do I feel like he's familiar? Has he visited earth in the past?" He muttered and touched the puppet.

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