Fourth update! Striving for the fifth. Though this woman could truly be called an ancient monster given her age and cultivation level, her resolve regarding certain matters was surprisingly average, perhaps even weaker than an ordinary young girl. This stemmed entirely from her unique background and experiences—nothing could be done about it! Finally waiting until that grimy fellow had finished washing, and hearing him climb onto the bank, she waited a moment longer, calculating that he must have dressed by now, before turning her head back.

But this glance was disastrously timed. She happened to catch sight of Young Master Jun standing naked on the riverbank, silhouetted against the moon, looking utterly imposing—the scoundrel still hadn't put on any clothes after all this time… Having witnessed the awkward sight of his bare backside twice now, and knowing that Young Master Jun was no longer a secret to her in any way… Beauty Qiao was nearly overcome with fury, staggering back… How could this brat be so shameless! Was he a public exhibitionist?

If she were to ask him, Young Master Jun would surely retort with righteous indignation: What’s wrong? I was dirty, shouldn't I wash? If I wash, shouldn't I take off my clothes? After washing, shouldn't I let the water evaporate before dressing? In the dead of night, in the middle of nowhere, what’s wrong with me being stark naked? Who could have predicted that in this desolate wilderness, at the dead of night, a beauty would be waiting for me to emerge from my bath? Ultimately, who is the more shameless one?

Truly, this young master is… Be that as it may, knowing Young Master Jun’s personality, if he realized a beauty was spying on him bathing, he’d likely be even more reluctant to dress. After all, for a man, especially when a beautiful woman appreciates his physique, it seems like a rather pleasant thing. It costs him nothing to show off, right?…

Thus, with one party deliberately acting and the other completely oblivious, matters had developed into this exceedingly awkward, yet delicately poised, situation…

By the riverbank, the man and woman stared at each other, locked in a silent confrontation. Young Master Jun was contemplating how to escape; his Yin-Yang Evasion had been exposed to this person, and if he used the Hong Jun Tower to flee now, he wouldn't have many hidden cards left. As for the great beauty Qiao, she was considering exactly how to apprehend this brat, how to force him to honestly admit his guilt—though she truly lacked concrete proof…

Young Master Jun, having just pulled on his trousers but still bare-chested, spun thoughts rapidly in his mind. Considering that the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nethers had trailed him the entire way without making a move… Such an unexpected turn of events—would it affect his subsequent plans?

As he thought, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of laughter and tears. He had been exerting himself, borrowing the fearsome reputation of the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nethers to stir up trouble everywhere, even deploying every trick to redirect the resulting fire onto that very figure… Yet now he realized that the person he had been trying so hard to frame had actually been following him all along, observing every single one of his actions with crystal clarity… What kind of situation was this?

The other party must be supremely confident in his own profound strength, unconcerned with such trivial matters! But his indifference was one thing; his own scheme to implicate someone else was entirely another. These seemed connected, yet they were distinctly separate issues. If the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nethers decided to settle scores with him later, given his current strength, he likely wouldn't stand a chance!

Jun Mo Xie managed a wry smile, reflecting inwardly that since his second rebirth, things had seemed almost too smooth, leading him to underestimate the heroes of the world. Tonight, what appeared entirely under his control was actually riddled with three colossal flaws…

The first: the grand performance he directed—the Holy Emperor fighting the Holy Emperor. The Phantom Manor had a seven-to-two advantage in strength, ostensibly guaranteeing the defeat of the two Holy Emperors from the Sacred Lands. Unexpectedly, their cunning far exceeded his estimation; not only did they hold their ground, but they executed the "Mire Rain" maneuver to make a spectacular comeback, successfully escaping and even engulfing the director himself!

The second: there was such a person among the three Sacred Lands, someone who, with the legendary 'Insightful Eye,' pierced his Yin-Yang Evasion—a technique that had never failed him—and perceived all his previous machinations!

But the greatest flaw lay in the third: he had used the reputation of the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nethers to orchestrate this entire grand drama, unaware that every action was being witnessed by the original owner of that identity, and without the original owner’s subtle assistance, he might already have been caught red-handed!

What seemed like an almost perfect performance, upon closer inspection, was riddled with holes, and he ended up owing a significant favor to another person. A failure! ‖⊥In the midst of this self-reflection, Young Master Jun’s gaze shifted to Qiao Ying,‖⊥ only then noticing the woman standing so abruptly,‖⊥ her brow tightly furrowed,‖⊥ seemingly pondering something deeply perplexing,‖⊥ her expression cycling between confusion,‖.⊥ vacancy,‖n⊥ teeth-grinding frustration,‖e⊥ and deep melancholy.‖⊥ All these signs spoke volumes about being lost in thought, wholly absent in spirit—this senior figure had actually succumbed to a state of distraction at such a crucial juncture…〖Symbols indicate the fastest update address〗

The initially gloomy Young Master Jun couldn't help but feel a pang of wry amusement! He had encountered quite a few seniors in his time, but such a dazed and bewildered elder… this was truly a first.

“Uh… Miss, if you have no other pressing matters, I shall take my leave.” Jun Mo Xie coughed lightly. Regarding this woman before him, there was no way he could treat her the same as those hundreds-of-years-old white-bearded figures—even though she claimed to be centuries older than him, potentially much older… Though whether that was true remained to be seen…

“Take your leave? No, you cannot go!” Startled awake by Jun Mo Xie’s words, Qiao Ying reacted instantly. Realizing she had lost focus at such a critical moment, her face flushed. She covered it with a discreet cough before regaining her cool, refined composure. Her delicate features hardened, adopting the air of a seasoned master, and she stated calmly, “Wanting to leave… is not so simple. If you don’t give me a satisfactory explanation, how can you just walk away?”

Jun Mo Xie feigned being startled, waving his hands frantically: “Miss, I am truly innocent… I didn’t do anything to you! Why should I be held responsible?”

“You must be responsible! You caused this situation, shouldn't you take responsibility?” Qiao Ying failed to notice the trap laid in Jun Mo Xie’s language. Seeing him appear to concede and show fear, she grew smug, pressing her advantage relentlessly.

“I knew it… I knew that being too handsome was a curse…” Jun Mo Xie stared upward speechlessly, almost lamenting in a wail: “Heavens, Earth! Is being handsome also a fault? Why is this so? My body and hair were gifts from my parents! I truly had no choice! It’s not that I wanted to look like this! Why must I be hounded by women demanding I take responsibility every single day?”

Qiao Ying froze instantly! She felt her delicate face burning scarlet. This bastard!

Jun Mo Xie fixed her with an expression of exaggerated, tragic sorrow, whining: “Sister?… I truly didn’t expect that even while maintaining such a low profile, a divine beauty like you, practically an immortal embodiment, would wait for me to bathe and spy on my body just so you could hold me accountable. Why have you fallen for me… This must be fate playing tricks, destiny meddling… I am grateful for your mistaken affection, but I truly cannot bear your sincere devotion… I know my bluntness will wound your heart… but it is better for both of us, for everyone, if you recognize this fact sooner!”

“You… you licentious rogue! What nonsense are you spouting… Who was waiting for you to finish bathing?” Qiao Ying’s carefully constructed composure vanished. She trembled with rage, her beautiful face pale, looking at this shameless man until the scene before her eyes swam in darkness…

“Miss! I swear I am not deceiving you. I am already married, and not just to one wife. Even if you don’t mind, they certainly will. A tangle of emotions, too complex to unravel, yet I hope you can use a wise sword to cut off this mistaken affinity.”

Jun Mo Xie suddenly grew intensely solemn, announcing his words with a tone carrying the desolate sorrow of one who realizes a missed connection, standing bravely righteous. Having finished speaking, his expression shifted, morphing into one of near tears, stamping his foot and beating his chest: “Miss… just tell me which part of me you fell in love with! I’ll change! I promise I’ll change, won’t that suffice?”

“Change your head!” Qiao Ying felt as if her chest might explode at any moment. Her figure flickered, and she shot up into the air; in an instant, she was directly above Jun Mo Xie, her slender jade hands slamming down towards his face with vicious intent. If she didn't strike this infuriating mouth until it swelled, Beauty Qiao felt it would be unforgivable!

“Ah-yah-yah…” Jun Mo Xie floated with the wind, drifting ten feet away like a feather, shouting dramatically: “Miss! I know it’s my fault for being unwilling to accept your true feelings! The fact that you favor me and cherish me is my blessing! But I truly cannot be what you wish! What is to be done? I know that striking is a form of affection, and scolding is love… Miss, you are exquisitely beautiful, a celestial wonder. While three-legged toads are rare in this world, two-legged men are plentiful… Why must you pour your affection onto me, a married man? It’s not worth it, truly not worth it. Just let it go, please…”

Qiao Ying pursed her lips tightly, chasing after him relentlessly, deciding to say nothing at all. She feared that if she opened her mouth, she would inevitably unleash a stream of vulgar curses she had never uttered in her entire life…

The wind roared, covering the sky and earth. Jun Mo Xie moved like a fish in water, slipping left and right, effortlessly dodging every attack. He felt no pressure whatsoever, leading him to muse that this 'Senior' was perhaps somewhat undeserving of her title…

However, the energy behind every move this woman unleashed was accompanied by a howling gale, surging like a tidal wave, crashing like mountains collapsing! Moreover, such immense power was confined strictly within a radius of a few feet; the leaves on the trees ten feet away hadn't even stirred! This level of mastery alone was definitely superior to those Holy Emperors, perhaps even comparable to the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nethers he had seen that day, although the refinement of her technique was far inferior… But why possess such profound power yet exhibit such poor accuracy and skill? Jun Mo Xie wondered, evading the blows.

A flicker of triumph crossed Qiao Ying’s eyes. She thought: Let him be arrogant for a while longer. Once my 'Heavenly Net Palm Technique' forms its final confinement, he truly won't be able to fly away even with wings! [Small][Small][Small][Novel][Network][First][Release]U