Qian Jin looked at Mu Gui Wuxin's suggestive smile and wanted to explain, but suddenly realized that even if he offered a defense, people might not believe it, and might even take it in a more twisted direction.

"You don't need to make such a distressed face, I understand, I truly understand you," Mu Gui Wuxin clapped Qian Jin heartily on the shoulder. "Young man, you have a strong body, but take it easy at night, alright..."

Qian Jin completely gave up on explaining. Explaining now would only prompt Mu Gui Wuxin to say with a wicked grin, I believe you, I truly believe you.

But whether he believed it or not, everyone was perfectly clear on the situation.

Luo Qingqing slowly sipped her white wine from a small glass, while Gu Yue Jiaying showed no hint of displeasure, simply eating and drinking quietly. No one could discern the expression beneath Biluo's hat; only Lucifer Liushui and Mu Gui Wuxin were happily clinking cups.

"Qian Jin! This one you brought back this time is excellent! What was her name again? Yes, yes! Yuan Xun'er! Yuan Xinyu, what a lovely name! Come, come, let's keep drinking..." The dinner dragged on until the moon was high in the sky. Mu Gui Wuxin loudly insisted, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk," before being carried out of the room by four warriors.

The housekeeper cleared the leftover scraps from the dining table. Luo Qingqing rose, cast a shy glance at Qian Jin, and then quickly scurried back to her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar...

Gu Yue Jiaying tidied her clothes slightly and walked past Qian Jin, murmuring softly, "I'm going for a bath. I won't lock my door tonight."

Lucifer Liushui, flushed from drinking too much wine, stood up unsteadily and staggered directly into... the room the housekeeper had prepared for Qian Jin!

Bang! Lucifer Liushui's body collided with the large bed, and Qian Jin could almost visualize the alluring curve of Lucifer Liushui's voluptuous figure at the sound.

Qian Jin looked at Luo Qingqing's room, then at his own, and then at Gu Yue Jiaying's room, where the door was also slightly ajar, from which the sound of showering could still be heard.

"This..." Qian Jin sighed, walked straight out of his room, closed the door, and sat outside to begin his meditation. The habit of meditation, cultivated over so many years, was impossible to break, even knowing he might never get the chance for dual cultivation in Demonic and Martial arts.

If he lacked even this persistence, what could he ever accomplish? Closing his eyes, he meditated silently for two hours. Though he failed to grasp any magical elements, it at least calmed the restless stirrings in his heart after the wine.

Three stunning beauties lay in their respective rooms, all with slightly ajar doors... Qian Jin forcefully shook his head. He was a man, after all! But the problem was here: removing one, Lucifer Liushui, the demon, there were still two others! Which room should he enter? And if he didn't enter the other room, what would that person think?

Would Luo Qingqing be hurt? Qian Jin frowned, closing his eyes in serious contemplation. Or would Gu Yue Jiaying rush into his room with her two curved blades to assert her authority as the primary wife?

"Mmm..." Qian Jin opened his eyes and stretched languidly. His gaze drifted unfocused for a moment. Not far away, standing beneath the moonlight, was a woman—a familiar silhouette, a somewhat familiar aura.

Huangquan! The super magical genius, Huangquan!

Huangquan slowly turned her head. She still wore that large magic hat, obscuring her face from Qian Jin.

A dusty yellow sand-serpent magic core, etched with magical arrays, appeared in Huangquan's hand, shimmering faintly under the moonlight—a display of Huangquan's magic, making the core seem even more valuable.

"A fine piece..."

Qian Jin walked over to Biluo, plopped down onto the ground, and patted the earth beside him, gesturing for her to sit as well. "I obtained it unexpectedly. It's of no use to me."

"Do you like my sister?"

Qian Jin froze. Why was everyone he met today asking the same question? Couldn't they ask something else? Like, long time no see, or you look more masculine than before, or perhaps... have you eaten? Since when did every meeting turn into a question about whom he liked? Even though he was of marrying age, he shouldn't be interrogated this frequently.

Huangquan fell silent for several seconds before nodding to herself: "It seems so." Qian Jin stared blankly at the twinkling stars in the sky. Did he like Biluo? Did he not like Biluo? He couldn't even clarify this himself. They had lived together in the Four Seasons Valley for two years, their relationship was extremely close, but he didn't know if this constituted love. He only knew that if he saw anyone bullying Biluo, he felt extremely unhappy, very unhappy!

"This magic core's value to a mage cannot be measured in gold..." Huangquan stood up lightly, cupping Qian Jin's face with both hands, and suddenly leaned in close.

Her cool, red lips pressed against his forehead. Qian Jin shuddered, watching Huangquan walk toward her room, shaking his head repeatedly. This woman...

Creak...

On the second floor, the window of Gu Yue Jiaying's room swung open wide. Draped in a white silk gown, Gu Yue Jiaying radiated a pure, almost ethereal beauty under the moonlight, like a goddess descended from the stars. Her dark hair swayed gently in the breeze. "Come up."

Qian Jin stared fixedly at Gu Yue Jiaying's serious expression, suddenly sprang up, dusting off his pants. He was a man, after all! What was there to fear? He would go!

Gu Yue Jiaying's room door was also slightly ajar, a sliver of light escaping through the crack, looking particularly mysterious and alluring. Qian Jin reached out and pushed the door open. He was momentarily stunned to see Gu Yue Jiaying in the room, and then completely bewildered when he saw Luo Qingqing standing beside her.

Under the faint candlelight, Gu Yue Jiaying's white silk robe could not hide the curves of her mature and sensual figure.

Luo Qingqing's cheeks were flushed crimson like ripe apples, her pink lace slip revealing half of her pale thigh. She kept her head down, unwilling to meet Qian Jin's eyes.

This... Qian Jin felt his heart could no longer remain calm; it was overwhelmingly stimulating!

"Close the door." Gu Yue Jiaying watched Qian Jin's almost mechanical movements, a faint blush rising on her usually serene cheeks. She flicked her fingers, sending a small piece of white paper flying to extinguish the candle flame, whispering shyly, "I didn't know how to choose, so this way, no choice needs to be made..."

Qian Jin felt his blood boiling and surging as he approached the bed step by step. The darkness couldn't obstruct his view. The two peerless beauties were already lying on the bedding, burrowing under the covers like kittens, leaving an empty space in the center of the bed.

Qian Jin vaulted onto the large bed, listening to the heartbeats of the two lovely women beside him. Perhaps due to the alcohol, his body felt unusually hot. He slowly spread his arms and drew both of them into his embrace. Their equally burning bodies heightened the sense of touch upon skin contact.

In the room, only the slightly rough breathing of the three remained, along with the chirping of a few crickets outside the window, and the sensation of rolling waves transmitted through the two arms wrapped around him.

A pale grey light appeared on the eastern horizon. Qian Jin looked at the two beauties in his arms, neither of whom had slept all night, and sighed heavily in his heart, exhausted from the entire evening.

Holding the two great beauties without moving all night was more tiring than practicing martial arts techniques for a whole night.

Gu Yue Jiaying rose from the bed, her face flushed, looking at Qian Jin lying there—a certain part of his body particularly strained from the night—her cheeks grew even redder.

Qian Jin laughed awkwardly at the equally blushing Luo Qingqing. "I heard a joke once. A man and a woman were sleeping in the same bed. The woman drew a line in the middle of the bed and told the man, 'If you cross this line tonight, you are a beast!' The next morning, the woman saw the man hadn't crossed the line, so she told him, 'You are worse than a beast...'”

Luo Qingqing and Gu Yue Jiaying turned their awkwardness into smiles, both looking at Qian Jin as he stood up and bent over to conceal the organ that had betrayed the night.

"I thought about it all night..." Qian Jin said, still slightly bent over, "and never figured out who to start with first..."

Gu Yue Jiaying, blushing deeply, walked up to Qian Jin and began tidying his soldier's uniform, which had become wrinkled from sleep. "It's the same no matter who comes first..."

Luo Qingqing stood aside without speaking, merely nodding lightly, then walked up to Qian Jin and began tidying his clothes, mimicking Gu Yue Jiaying's actions.

The housekeeper knocked lightly on the doorframe and softly announced, "Time for breakfast."

As Qian Jin walked out, he felt the housekeeper's gaze upon him was slightly different than usual. When everyone gathered at the table for the meal, Qian Jin sensed that the eyes around him differed from the norm. The feeling of being worse than a beast—it truly felt worse than being a beast.

After the meal, Qian Jin stood up and said to Biluo, who was still eating, "I'll head to the academy shortly. I need to take care of something first..."

With Qian Jin gone from the table, the atmosphere became much more lively than before. Gu Yue Jiaying, who rarely smiled, now held a sweet, subtle curve on her lips.

Qian Jin almost fled the room like a deserter from the battlefield. He stood outside Mu Gui Wuxin's door, initially intending to knock before entering, but then realized that it was this uncle who had provided so much wine last night, making everyone slightly tipsy—yet not so intoxicated that they lost all sense of propriety.

"What do you want?" Mu Gui Wuxin, clutching his quilt, stared at the emerging Qian Jin with bear-like eyes. "Kid, you aren't still drunk, are you? I'm a man! Your women are upstairs in your room..." Qian Jin walked step by step toward the bed. Mu Gui Wuxin instinctively reached into his Dou Realm and pulled out an axe. "Hey, kid, I'm telling you..."

"Uncle," Qian Jin sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, looking at Mu Gui Wuxin. "I'm not interested in your type of man. If I were truly interested in men, I'd pick someone like Chek Folit—so beautiful that women standing next to him would feel insecure."

Mu Gui Wuxin's expression instantly relaxed. He threw the quilt aside, stood up naked to find his clothes. "Then why are you looking for me? Aren't you going to the Conquest Academy today? That woman Isabella has come looking for you here six times in the last three months."