Watching the hurried departure of the Lingtai Temple abbot.
Zhang Yang clenched his fists, thinking to himself that he was still too weak.
Otherwise.
Today, at the Qin family's, he could have resolved everything.
How could things have escalated to such a troublesome point?
"Alas, this 'Carefree Immortal Scripture' is good in every way, it's just that the method of strength improvement is truly...!"
Zhang Yang threw two punches into the air, venting his inner frustration.
After leaving.
Zhang Yang weighed the transparent crystal in his hand.
This crystal contained a very dense energy aura.
This was what the Lingtai Temple abbot had given Zhang Yang earlier, and it was also the main reason the abbot had asked for Zhang Yang's help.
Leaving here.
Zhang Yang headed straight for the Jiangnan City medicinal market and bought a pile of medicinal herbs.
Now that the old residential area had been demolished, Zhang Yang had nowhere to go.
Fortunately, the Lingtai Temple abbot had given Zhang Yang the key to an apartment.
In the apartment, Zhang Yang tinkered for a long time.
Energy occasionally overflowed from within the room...
It wasn't until nightfall that Zhang Yang got up and left the apartment.
Looking at the liquid in the jade bottle, Zhang Yang gave a weak smile.
Today was truly difficult.
He had exhausted himself several times in a row.
Fortunately, it was not in vain.
He had successfully refined what the Lingtai Temple abbot needed.
...
At this moment.
Zhang Yang's physical condition was extremely poor, and all his elixirs were depleted.
Although he had bought more medicinal herbs, he was too weak to refine them.
Dragging his exhausted body, Zhang Yang returned to the hotel room he had booked that morning.
There was still a patient in this hotel.
When Zhang Yang left in the morning, Luo Yiren was still unconscious.
Although he was very confident in his medical skills, he still had to come back to check.
Otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease.
*Click.*
He opened the door.
Zhang Yang looked around and found no one on the bed.
Hearing the dripping sound from the bathroom and the hazy, alluring figure on the semi-transparent frosted window.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but swallow and called out.
"Sister Yiren, is that you in the shower?"
"Ah! Zhang Yang, you're back, wait for me, I'll wipe myself dry."
From the bathroom came Luo Yiren's husky, seductive voice.
Two minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
She walked out, wearing only a bath towel.
The short bath towel was no match for Luo Yiren's proud figure.
The ends of her still-dripping hair continuously let out water droplets, soaking the towel.
Her proud chest pushed the bath towel into a beautiful curve.
Large swathes of fair skin were exposed to the air.
Fair and flushed.
Extremely alluring.
In an instant, Zhang Yang was stunned.
He had never seen such a scene before, and his mouth instantly felt dry.
"Sister Yiren, please put on your clothes first. I'll go outside, and you can call me when you're ready."
Zhang Yang averted his gaze, wanting to open the door and leave.
But the next moment.
A gust of fragrant wind enveloped him from behind.
Luo Yiren hugged Zhang Yang and said gently.
"Little brother, why are you leaving? Sister isn't naked."
"But... Sister Yiren, stop messing around." Zhang Yang said with a wry smile.
Feeling the firm, elastic touch on his back, he was already feeling restless.
Did this Luo Yiren tease him without regard for the occasion?
It was so easy for an unmarried man and woman to get carried away when alone in a room.
"Little brother, sister isn't messing around~"
Luo Yiren, still hugging Zhang Yang from behind, suddenly stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
Such an intimate act was too much for the inexperienced Zhang Yang to handle.
He quickly flinched his neck, trying to break free from Luo Yiren.
However, Zhang Yang was already exhausted.
He didn't have as much strength as Luo Yiren and was instead held even tighter.
"Sister Yiren, I just came to see how you're recovering. If you don't feel uncomfortable, please let me go." Zhang Yang's breathing grew heavier.
Although he was inexperienced, he was still a man.
If this continued, something bad would definitely happen.
Zhang Yang couldn't handle Luo Yiren's enthusiastic behavior.
Now...
It was best to leave while he could still maintain his sanity.
Luo Yiren's pretty face curved into a smile, clearly noticing Zhang Yang's discomfort.
Her charming face smiled even more seductively and brightly.
"Little brother, who said I've recovered? Sister still feels a lot of pain." Luo Yiren moaned softly.
Her voice was both seductive and as if she were recounting her own pitiable suffering.
Huh?
Not recovered yet?
Zhang Yang was stunned. It shouldn't be.
When Luo Yiren came out of the bathroom earlier, he had stared at her for quite a while.
That figure...
No, her complexion and everything else seemed quite good.
And the injured areas had also recovered well.
Even the scab on her forehead, which had been scraped, had fallen off, and new skin had grown.
How could she still be uncomfortable?
Could it be a concussion from the heavy blow to her head?
"Sister Yiren, let go of me, let me examine you." Zhang Yang said with concern.
A triumphant smile appeared on Luo Yiren's lips, and she truly released her grip on Zhang Yang.
"Then, little brother, you must examine sister carefully."
After saying that.
Luo Yiren let go of Zhang Yang, but her hand accidentally brushed against the bath towel.
"Ah!~"
Luo Yiren exclaimed.
She quickly covered her private parts with both hands to avoid exposure.
And Zhang Yang, who had turned around.
Found the scenery before him, and was instantly stunned.
This...
The bath towel fell off?
Such a coincidence?
The beauty that was dimly veiled was often the most fatal.
When Zhang Yang regained his senses, he felt a hot stream from his nose.
He quickly turned around, wanting to bolt out the door.
"Sister Yiren, put on your clothes first. I'll come back in later."
After saying that.
Zhang Yang was about to run out.
However, Luo Yiren, who had already made up her mind, would not let Zhang Yang leave so easily.
She hugged him again and said domineeringly.
"Come here, if I let you run away today, who knows when I'll have this courage again."
"I... Sister Yiren, don't be like this." Zhang Yang's breathing was heavy, and he struggled with all his might, but he truly had no strength left.
"Oh? Not like this, then like this?"
"Or, do you prefer it like this?"
"No, I mean let go of me, why are you sitting on me."
...
The room descended into chaos, filled with spring.
When everything returned to calm.
A soft and comfortable energy permeated both Zhang Yang and Luo Yiren.
This is...
"Little brother, what's happening to me? Why do I feel so comfortable? Didn't I hear people say that the first time is always painful?" Luo Yiren was very surprised.
"Of course it's comfortable, because..." Zhang Yang said with a wry smile.
Looking at the bloodstains on the bedsheet, he was quite helpless.
What was this all about?
He had just, so confusedly...
Although he also yearned to become stronger at such a critical juncture.
Zhang Yang had always been resistant to the method of becoming stronger in the "Carefree Immortal Scripture."
Now, it was perfect.
It wasn't that he didn't want to refuse, but Luo Yiren was too proactive.
...
After a bout of passion.
Zhang Yang's strength growth naturally progressed.
However, Luo Yiren also benefited from it.
This was something Zhang Yang had never expected, so he quickly reminded her.
"Sister Yiren, don't speak for now, maintain your breathing rhythm, and guide the circulation of Qi within your body according to my instructions."