Fairy, please don't do this!

An Wanxi asked doubtfully, "If I make a move, won't they notice?"

"It's not about fighting the enemy!" Gu Jinzhao explained, "It's about my wife using the power of [Ugliness] to cloud my mind beforehand, so that the faces I see tomorrow will all look like this."

As he spoke, he took out a scroll of portraits from his storage ring and handed it over.

"Who is this...? So ugly!"

An Wanxi took the unfolded document and felt a wave of nausea rise in her body after just one glance.

Gu Jinzhao grinned: "Ru Hua."

An Wanxi was about to speak again when she suddenly sensed something and turned her gaze to the outside of the bamboo forest.

"Your green plum has arrived."

Before she finished speaking, she had already quietly disappeared into Gu Jinzhao's shadow.

Almost simultaneously, a graceful figure dressed in a black and white Taoist robe walked lightly and slowly to the edge of the hot spring.

Mu Yiren seemed to have known that Gu Jinzhao was there all along, and her expression showed no surprise.

Gu Jinzhao looked up: "Sister Yiren, are you also going to take a bath? Then you'll have to wait a bit..."

"No rush, take your time washing."

Mu Yiren sat down quietly, took off her embroidered shoes and stockings, and immersed her legs in the warm pool.

Those jade feet were delicate and exquisite, with a slightly concave arch that resembled a faint rainbow in the sky after the rain.

Ten pearl-like toes curled slightly due to the water temperature, and the unpainted nails revealed a pale pink luster, like peach petals quietly unfolding in the water.

Gu Jinzhao glanced at it and couldn't help but complain, "I'm taking a bath, but Sister Yiren is soaking her feet next to me. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Mu Yiren narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly: "When we were little, didn't we often do this too?"

"Back then, you never complained; on the contrary, you would secretly touch it from time to time."

Gu Jinzhao looked bewildered: "Is that so? I don't remember it."

Mu Yiren did not dwell on the matter, but instead asked, "Tell me, why did you go to block the gates of the Zen Realm?"

Gu Jinzhao did not hide anything: "In the future, I want to join the Demon Suppression Division of the Imperial Court. I need to use this opportunity to win the Empress Dowager's favor. The Six Sects Heroes Gathering is the perfect opportunity to make a name for myself."

"Furthermore, if we were to oppose the Prince of Zhenbei in the future, we would have another powerful backer and would not be subject to control everywhere."

Mu Yiren pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "You can defeat the Buddhist nun; I'll take care of the Zen disciple."

She knew very well that Gu Jinzhao would not stay at Qingyun Sect for long.

Qingzhou is too small to accommodate him.

Just like in his previous life, he stirred up a storm in the Cangyue Dynasty with only a sixth-rank cultivation level.

When he reached the fourth rank, he was able to rival the Prince of Zhenbei, and eventually even killed him.

Gu Jinzhao countered, "Sister Yiren, don't you believe I can defeat Chanzi?"

Mu Yiren spoke frankly: "The sect has sent word that Chanzi's cultivation is at the late stage of the sixth rank, and he is also skilled in both divine and martial arts."

“You are only at the early stage of the seventh rank now. Even if you truly cultivate to the point of Sword Heart Clarity, you will still be no match for him.”

Gu Jinzhao smiled slightly: "Then it's not too late for Sister Yiren to go after I lose."

He knew that whether he wanted to make a name for himself through the Heroes' Gathering or join the Demon Suppression Division in the future, Mu Yiren would stand by his side.

Just like when she blocked his door today, she brought the entire Dao Realm to support him.

Mu Yiren's gaze fell on his face: "How confident are you?"

Gu Jinzhao gave a conservative figure: "Fifty percent."

In fact, from the moment he stepped onto the cloud platform, the fate of the Zen Master's defeat was already predetermined in his heart.

A hint of surprise flashed across Mu Yiren's eyes: "Fifty percent?"

She possesses memories of her past life, and feels that her chances of winning against Chanzi are only about 60%.

Gu Jinchao actually said he was 50% confident, even when he was at the early stage of the seventh rank against the late stage of the sixth rank.

Gu Jinzhao smiled and said, "Actually, I haven't cultivated any Sword Heart Clarity. I've only cultivated the Path of Destiny as a sideline."

Mu Yiren was slightly taken aback: "Why haven't you mentioned this before?"

In his past life, Gu Jinzhao only focused on swordsmanship and never ventured into the path of destiny.

Of course, it's also possible that he secretly practiced it but never revealed it to her.

Gu Jinchao picked up a cotton towel, soaked it in warm water, and slowly wiped his arm: "The master who taught me the Way of Destiny instructed me not to reveal it."

Mu Yiren asked instinctively, "Then why are you willing to tell me?"

Gu Jinchao raised his eyes: "Sister Yiren is not an outsider, how can it be considered a leak?"

"Lin Qingci doesn't know?"

I didn't tell her.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiren's lips curled slightly.

From this alone, she knew that her importance in Gu Jinzhao's heart was far greater than that of her junior sister Lin Qingci.

Of course, it's possible that the two have already signed a marriage certificate, and will be husband and wife, as well as Daoist partners, in the future.

As for my junior sister... she's naturally an outsider.

Thinking this, she felt a slight stirring in her heart, thinking that she should give Gu Jinzhao some sweetness.

After the gathering of six outstanding individuals, the two will part ways again.

At that time, who knows how Lin Qingci, that seemingly gentle woman who harbors cunning within, will seduce him.

"I'm done washing, Sister Yiren, you can take a shower now."

As Gu Jinzhao spoke, he got up to go back to his room.

He has played several matches at Zen Realm today and is exhausted both physically and mentally; he needs to rest well.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, a slender hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, forcefully pushing him back into the water.

With a splash, Gu Jinzhao slumped back onto the smooth pebbles at the bottom of the pool, splashing water and creating ripples.

He looked up in surprise, meeting the gaze of his childhood sweetheart: "Sister Yiren, what's wrong...?"

"Don't move."

Mu Yiren had somehow changed out of her Taoist robe and was now wearing only a silk slip that covered her graceful figure.

The neckline was slightly tilted, revealing a large expanse of collarbone and snow-white skin, as well as the full, snowy breasts supported high by the moon-white strapless top.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of long, straight, jade-like legs, as if sculpted from solidified cream, were dazzlingly white in the misty steam.

Under Gu Jinchao's astonished gaze, she slowly stepped into the warm pool. Her petticoat was half-soaked by the spring water, clinging to her skin and outlining her alluring curves.

“You have fought several battles and are greatly exhausted.” Mu Yiren’s voice was soft and gentle: “I will use a secret method to nourish your soul and meridians, which will help you recover as soon as possible.”

As she spoke, she had already circled behind him, gently raising her hand and placing her palm on his broad back.

The slender white fingertips emanated spiritual energy, bringing a refreshing coolness that mingled with the warm pool water, creating a sensation of ice and fire that instantly tensed Gu Jinzhao's back muscles.

"Such a secret technique exists?"

"Qinglianwu belongs to the water element of the Five Elements, and the sect has many water-related techniques."

Mu Yiren's cheeks flushed slightly as she guided the pool water with her fingertips, gently rinsing it over his shoulders, neck, and spine, leaving no inch untouched: "Among them is a technique called 'The Highest Good is Like Water,' which can nourish a cultivator's soul..."

A faint fragrance lingered around his nose, and two soft mounds pressed against his back, making Gu Jinchao's mind wander: "Did Sister Yiren learn this technique specifically for me?"

Whether in the pure love mode or the harem mode, Mu Yiren, with her outstanding talent and double pupils, has already mastered all the five elements techniques within the Dao realm, and has even mastered the thunder technique outside the five elements.

But those are all techniques of killing.

She had never explored such a nourishing method for the soul before.

It's not hard to guess that, as a second-timer, she had her home raided in her previous life, and that's why she specially cultivated these auxiliary cultivation methods in this life, just so that she could get closer to him.

"I only started practicing this method because I felt it would also benefit me."

Mu Yiren pursed her lips, suppressing the shyness in her heart, and leaned closer from behind, gently stroking his chest with her soft hand.

As spiritual energy surges, the principle of "the highest good is like water" flows and lingers, bringing an indescribable warmth and comfort.

Gu Jinchao subconsciously said, "Sister Yiren is still as proud and aloof as ever."

Mu Yiren paused, her hand gestures faltering: "What is 'tsundere'?"

Gu Jinzhao casually replied, "It means being aloof and proud."

Explain clearly.

Mu Yiren turned him around, and the two faced each other in the rising steam.

Her petticoat was soaked through and clung to her body, her breasts appearing and disappearing in the ripples of water, like the moon falling into a clear pool.

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly: "Being arrogant is just saying one thing and meaning another."

A hint of annoyance appeared on Mu Yiren's face: "You're saying I'm being hypocritical?"

Gu Jinzhao quickly explained, "It's actually a compliment."

"I understand that Sister Yiren just wants me to recover quickly so that I can fight with all my might tomorrow."

Mu Yiren gave a soft hum, but her soft hand slid slowly down his chest underwater, and suddenly pinched him.

Gu Jinzhao froze abruptly, his scalp tingling.

Strike the snake at its vital spot.

He never expected that Mu Yiren would learn this trick.

Mu Yiren's ears and cheeks flushed slightly. She channeled her spiritual power into her palms and continued to use the "Supreme Goodness is Like Water" technique: "If I face that Buddhist woman tomorrow, I must not fall into her trap."

Gu Jinchao suppressed the agitation in his heart: "I am not the kind of person who loses sight of beauty."

"She practices the 'Emptiness and Form Zen Sutra,' and if you cannot control your seven emotions and six desires, you are very likely to become addicted to it."

"I have a plan in place."

"What method?"

"It's a secret, it can't be told."

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Who cares?"

Mu Yiren turned her face away, but her fingertips tightened subtly.

Gu Jinzhao gasped in pain, "Sister Yiren, it hurts a bit."

Mu Yiren sneered, "Serves you right for being in so much pain."

Gu Jinzhao could no longer bear it and raised his hand to give her a light pinch on the side of her round buttocks.

Mu Yiren's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly: "You...you dare to pinch me here?"

The soft, bouncy texture lingered in his palm as Gu Jinzhao retorted, "It was Sister Yiren who started it!"

"Does this mean that officials are allowed to set fires, but ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps?"

In the past, he might have had some reservations.

But now that the marriage certificate has been signed, they can't keep being suppressed forever; they should take some initiative.

"You can't pinch me there!"

Mu Yiren was both ashamed and angry, and her slender fingers tightened their grip underwater again.

"Aren't you pinching it too?"

Gu Jinzhao shuddered in pain and pinched the soft flesh of her buttocks even harder.

Mu Yiren's delicate body trembled slightly: "Let go!"

"You loosen your belt first."

"You bastard."

"You're a bastard's fiancée."

Mu Yiren opened her mouth, her pretty face flushed with anger, but she was speechless for a moment.