Watching the boiling water in the tub dissolve all the medicinal herbs, then rapidly cool down. Zong Shou stared blankly; cultivating both spiritual arts and martial prowess simultaneously—this was truly extraordinary.

He would certainly have to re-evaluate this woman's potential and aptitude. In fact, he suspected he had vastly underestimated the origin and true identity of the young master himself.

Seeing the vapor rising inside the carriage, and the water in the tub lowered to a suitable temperature, Zong Shou didn't hesitate or ask further. He settled into the tub.

He was physically weak and slender, projecting an image of a listless, sickly, refined youth, yet his muscles were surprisingly well-formed beneath the surface. The moment he sank into the medicinal liquid, Zong Shou felt his entire skin crawl as if thousands of ants were biting him, causing his body to involuntarily tense.

His lower body, spurred by the stimulus, rose abruptly and without concealment. Su Chuxue’s face flushed slightly.

She then proceeded to undress herself, leaving only a layer of thin, white, semi-transparent gauze covering her body, before stepping into the tub and sitting down behind him. Just as Zong Shou’s senses stirred with lascivious thoughts, slender, ivory fingers first pressed onto the central meridian point of his back, the great acupoint ‘Qi Axis.’ After a period of kneading and pressing in the vicinity, the area of focus gradually expanded.

A pair of jade hands transformed into a thousand phantom movements, continually striking Zong Shou’s entire body, massaging the meridian acupoints. Threads of gentle, foreign power surged inward, guiding the medicinal essence—which was steadily seeping into his pores—throughout Zong Shou’s limbs and bones.

Initially, Zong Shou’s mind still wandered, but slowly, he managed to rein in his thoughts. He focused his inner sight on his body.

Su Chuxue’s technique was clearly profound. The medicines used in this bath were all rare treasures in the Cloud Realm, virtually impossible for any but the wealthiest and most powerful clans to collect.

Capable of strengthening tendons and bones, and fortifying the marrow, for the ten days he had occupied this body, Zong Shou finally felt a sense of vibrant energy and robust vitality coursing within him. These medicines, designed to fortify the core and consolidate the foundation, were remarkably effective, truly improving his constitution, causing his primal spirit to swell, and his vital energy and blood to surge.

However, they seemed ill-suited for his true underlying malady; in fact, they appeared to be aggravating the situation. Zong Shou could already feel a faint, throbbing ache in the two parallel meridians within his body.

After a full fifteen minutes, Su Chuxue’s hands slowed their movements from fast to gentle before finally stopping. Fragrant sweat glistened on her pale face, and she panted slightly, “Xue’er is exhausted.

Young Master, you should soak a while longer; only rise after at least two more hours. Uncle Yin said this Five-Root Blood-Strengthening Decoction is a prescription His Majesty only recently managed to obtain for you from a renowned physician through immense effort.

It is said that in just six years, it can cure your dual-meridian affliction! It can also strengthen your foundation and greatly improve the Young Master’s physique.” Zong Shou raised an eyebrow, internally pondering which utterly incompetent doctor could have prescribed this—truly muddle-headed!

Then he heard Chuxue frown slightly: “Uncle Yin also instructed that Young Master must absolutely not rush things, and it is best not to attempt anything rashly for now. Ten days ago, after forcibly practicing internal circulation during the medicinal bath, Young Master fell unconscious and nearly died—” A sudden realization swept through Zong Shou’s chest.

It turned out this ‘Zong Shou’ hadn’t died from an attack by others, as he had imagined, but rather from cultivating his internal energy too forcefully and falling into demonic deviation, which is how his own spirit came to inhabit this body. He couldn't help but shake his head inwardly again.

The thinking of that so-called ‘renowned physician’ wasn't entirely wrong. The Five-Root Blood-Strengthening Decoction could enhance the source of heterogeneous blood.

It was designed to selectively boost one bloodline, slowly assimilating the other co-existing bloodline. This was the most common solution for this type of constitution.

But while he possessed a dual-meridian body, his situation differed slightly from the usual dual-meridian arrangement. Not only were both types peak-grade, but they were deeply intertwined—one existing within the other, inseparable.

If it weren't for this complication, he wouldn’t have such a headache. After all, due to his deep study of Daoist guidance techniques in his previous life, he possessed a modest understanding of medical arts, and his acupuncture skills had reached the level of a Grandmaster.

“So, does that mean Uncle Yuan’s severe drain of vital energy a few days ago was also because of me? Not from being injured by someone else?” Turning his head, Zong Shou glanced behind him, then his gaze immediately fixed again.

The thin gauze covering Su Chuxue’s body was already thoroughly soaked, causing her inner dudou and jade breasts to faintly emerge, her convex and concave figure fully revealed. Her long, wet hair, flushed red cheeks, snow-white flawless skin, combined with those cat ears, created an indescribable vision.

He unconsciously made a low sound in his throat, swallowing the words that reached his lips. The already vigorous circulation of vital energy and blood within Zong Shou immediately surged and roiled again, his breathing growing rapid.

In the Divine Sovereign World, the hierarchy was rigid, and the superiors held absolute life-and-death power over the inferiors without restraint. No matter how strong Chuxue was, she was still his attendant.

Furthermore, she appeared to be an extremely intimate one. Over these few days, she had been completely obedient to his every command, and for some unknown reason, he felt a vague sense of attachment towards her.

If he were to— Zong Shou dared not think further. He violently shook his head, forcefully stopping the seductive reveries in his mind.

He inwardly mocked himself: Zong Shou, oh Zong Shou, when did you become so lacking in integrity? Lust is not inherently wrong, but this