This... such a terrifying encounter. It was absolutely the most perilous moment in Jun Dashao's entire two lifetimes! Perhaps he would never face such danger again! He wondered if this was truly unprecedented, a one-time event!

After a long pause, large, soybean-sized drops of sweat began to trickle down Jun Dashao's forehead... In that instant, he almost forgot the searing pain from the earlier kick...

Miao Xiaomiao, held tightly in his arms, finally snapped back to awareness. Overwhelmed with shyness, she squirmed, intending to climb off him...

Her struggle caused the long sword to shift again. And that... that icy sensation became intensely clear. A jolt went through Jun Moxie's heart, and he felt utterly and completely deflated.

Jun Dashao clutched her tightly, repeatedly whispering, "Don't... don't move, for heaven's sake, don't move..."

Really, don't move rashly. One more twitch, and even if we manage to be together later, you might have to remain a widow for life. You’d suffer, but I’d suffer even more...

Miao Xiaomiao softly assented, burying her head against Young Master Jun's chest, nestling in the embrace of the man she loved. Her heart pounded faster and faster; her entire body grew flushed. Her soft breaths came in shallow gasps, threatening to melt her into a pool of fragrant silk...

The weather was already hot, and she had been lying down moments before. Moreover, she was in his private chambers, wearing only a thin, moon-white inner garment. This wretched man had just managed to slip his hand inside it. Now, pressed against Jun Moxie, her entire body was virtually exposed, as if they were embracing naked. This made the innocent Miss Miao dizzy with mortification...

Yet, her beloved insisted she shouldn't move...

Perhaps he hasn't held me enough yet. Despite being almost unbearably ashamed, Miao Xiaomiao instinctively chose obedience, cherishing this hard-won tenderness. She lay submissively against his chest, hiding her face like an ostrich so he couldn't see it.

But then she felt a strange sensation: her own heart was racing fiercely, but why did she feel his heartbeat... so fast too? Even faster than hers?

Could he be embarrassed? This... this couldn't be; he was the man...

Miao Xiaomiao didn't realize that Jun Dashao beneath her was purely terrified. Having the tip of a sharp weapon in intimate, zero-distance contact with that spot—any man would be scared. Now, his heart was merely accelerating; moments before, it had nearly skipped a beat entirely!

After another moment, Young Master Jun finally calmed his nerves. He began to feel strength return to his arms and legs. Allowing Miao Xiaomiao to remain draped over him, he gently used his hands and feet, using his back as the pivot point, to slowly inch his body backward...

As he moved, he carefully extracted Miao Xiaomiao's delicate hand from the hilt of the sword...

Miao Xiaomiao felt her beloved's hand "gently" repositioning her slender fingers. Only then did she remember the long sword she still held. Awakening to the situation, she gasped in shock. Turning her head, she saw the precise, almost comical location of her own sword—right at... the very center point...

As their bodies slowly retreated, the blade gradually tore a gaping rent in Jun Dashao's trousers, making a soft shhhk sound, exposing a large expanse of his thigh's fair, smooth skin...

Miao Xiaomiao’s face burned crimson. Unlike Little Sprout, who remained clueless about matters between men and women, she instantly grasped the gravity of what had just transpired. She glanced back at Jun Dashao’s face, frozen in an inexplicable tension, his eyes fixed straight ahead, moving backward with painstaking caution. A sudden giggle escaped her, and she finally burst into laughter...

Jun Moxie finally created a safe distance and let out a long, relieved sigh, having successfully moved his "good brother" out of the tiger's mouth. Brother, you truly suffered today, and you were terrified...

Just as he relaxed, he heard Miao Xiaomiao's laughter. Without thinking, he slapped his hand down on the lovely curve of her ample rear and snapped, "And you have the nerve to laugh? That kick, that sword—you nearly turned me into a professional specialist exclusive to the Imperial Palace! If I had truly been 'appointed,' what would you have done...?"

The slap landed on soft flesh. The fine muscle seemed to tremble under his palm. Driven by an irresistible impulse, he rubbed it again; the sensation was exquisite, impossible to let go of...

Miao Xiaomiao felt a strange tingling numbness spread through her hip, an indescribable, peculiar feeling reaching the depths of her heart. Only then did she understand the uncomfortable yet endlessly memorable sensation she’d felt in her daze—it was this scoundrel playing tricks on her...

At this realization, Miao Xiaomiao’s delicate body trembled. She then heard Little Sprout behind her giggling brightly... This only intensified her shyness. She struggled forcefully to climb off Jun Moxie, but halfway through, her arm weakened, and she nearly fell back down. After managing to stand, she hastily scrambled to put her clothes back on. In her fluster, she nearly mixed up the garments; her skirt simply refused to go on properly...

She twisted her head to see Jun Moxie staring wide-eyed at her delicate, disrobed form as she dressed. She was so mortified she almost cried, biting her lip and stammering, "You—you—you—why are you still looking? Hurry... hurry and turn around..."

Jun Moxie snapped back to attention. He instinctively turned his head, then suddenly thought: Damn it... why should I turn away? If I turn away now... won't I miss seeing it?

However, in the instant he turned, he immediately spun back. He saw that Miao Xiaomiao had already pulled on her long skirt, and her gracefully swaying, rosy form was once again hidden beneath the snow-white fabric... He let out a sigh of regret...

At that moment, the intense, throbbing pain in that spot seemed to return. Jun Dashao, his crisis fully averted, clearly abandoned all pretense of composure. He grabbed his nether regions and groaned in short, sharp bursts...

It had to be said, that kick was incredibly... potent. Before, the extreme shock of Little Moxie meeting the sword zero-distance had completely masked the pain. Now, the agony returned, seemingly even harder to bear!

The legendary supreme pain of men was truly well-earned!

Seeing his expression of profound suffering, Miao Xiaomiao could no longer afford to be shy. Recalling the kick she had delivered, she couldn't help but feel concerned. She asked cautiously, "Are you... are you alright?"

"Alright?" Jun Dashao grimaced, baring his teeth. "I’d be happy if I were alright!"

"But who told you to do that so silently, so suddenly? That was just a natural reaction on my part..." Recalling the embarrassing scene, Miao Xiaomiao pouted, her face flushed, murmuring with extreme guilt, "It’s not my fault..."

Jun Moxie groaned, nearly wanting to bang his head on the ground...

If I hadn't done that, would you have woken up so quickly? Now it turns out I'm the one in the wrong...

At this point, Little Sprout, who "understood the situation well," finally found an opening. She grabbed Miao Xiaomiao and whispered secrets into her ear, clearly giving a detailed explanation of everything that had happened that day...

Miao Xiaomiao’s face grew redder the more she listened. Biting her lip, it took her a long time to finally grasp that his actions earlier were meant to save her, not to deliberately cause trouble. Though, I don't entirely mind him...

Seeing the two women whispering conspiratorially, the Young Master let out a breath of relief, then worried: That kick... is it really alright? Damn, why does it hurt so much? I’m a Saint Emperor master, I shouldn't be this fragile...

It seemed even Saint Emperor experts were still human; any man’s that part wasn’t exactly built like iron!

While the two women were preoccupied talking, Dashao secretly pulled open the already-shredded crotch of his trousers and conducted a careful self-diagnosis. He then let out a long sigh of relief; it seemed miraculously intact. He cautiously prodded it once, received a corresponding reaction, and finally felt at ease, though a lingering fear remained... That thing... it’s a little bruised...

Jun Moxie urgently circulated the purest essence of his Grand Virtue Spirit Qi, pouring it desperately toward the injured area. The pain finally subsided slightly, and the bruising receded a bit. This was only possible because of the Heaven and Earth’s Number One Primordial Creation Divine Art; other powerful techniques likely couldn't even reach that location...

He smacked his lips, then shook his little brother once more, tucking him back into his open-crotch trousers. To cover up, he adjusted his outer robe to shield the view. Blast it, I actually wore open-crotch pants today! If anyone finds out, what face will the dignified Monarch of Evil have left...

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt because Young Master Jun realized the two beauties, one tall and one short, were staring at him with the peculiar gazes one reserves for extraterrestrial beings. His self-congratulatory moment of secret fiddling had been entirely visible to both women. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen one before?" Young Master Jun’s skin was thick, and he stood up without changing expression, taking a couple of measured steps.

He twisted his hips slightly, testing the feeling...

Miao Xiaomiao immediately turned her head away, her face burning bright red, afraid to look at him. How could this man be so lewd? Even if she didn't mind, he couldn't behave like this now; it was broad daylight! Such things were reserved for the night...

As for Little Sprout, she provided an answer: "We really haven't seen one! But that thing is so ugly..."

Jun Dashao was utterly thunderstruck...

He rolled his eyes, looking burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. He’d never heard that object could be judged by aesthetics. If a flower grew there... well, that would be a different situation entirely...

Just then, a shout came from downstairs: "You, you who bear the surname Mo... Since Little Miao is awake, what are you still lingering up there for? Get down here now!"

The moment Miao Xiaomiao woke up, especially with that sharp cry, it had completely relieved the people below! As for how much longer he lingered, the elders didn't care much. The longer he stayed now, the easier future matters would become...

The mood of those below had recovered, and they were all sitting calmly, sipping tea. The managers were already yelling at the servants to hurry and prepare for the celebration tomorrow...

"Get down? Easier said than done! How am I supposed to get down?" Jun Moxie grumbled internally. My trousers have a huge hole! How can I go down? And these two girls are staring at me like hawks. I can't even slip into the Hongjun Tower! If I walk down from above, these old fellows will get an unobstructed view...