Chapter 258: Golden House Hiding a Beauty

The chill from the sword sent shivers down Zu An's spine, raising goosebumps on his skin. He quickly said, "My esteemed hero, are you here for my money or my body? Let's discuss this calmly. Please, don't let your hand slip."

As he spoke, he secretly prepared to summon a strong wind, ready to teleport away if things went wrong.

A soft chuckle came from behind him. "Robbery, I can understand, but to 'rob' your body... do you even have anything worth taking?"

"A woman?" Hearing the deliberately altered voice from his side, Zu An felt greatly relieved. He would have been truly worried if it were a male assassin, but dealing with women was his specialty.

"My lady hero, I must object to that. You can insult my character, but you cannot insult my handsome face," Zu An said seriously.

"Hmph, so smooth-tongued. No wonder that wretch Qiu Honglei would fall for you," a light snort came from behind him, and the sword at his neck was withdrawn.

Zu An cautiously turned his head to see a masked woman leaning against the wall, slowly sitting down on his bed.

As she sat, a wave-like ripple ran across her chest.

"So big..." Zu An swallowed hard, blurting out the words involuntarily.

Normally, even with his somewhat unusual thought process, he would never be so foolishly impulsive.

However, the woman's night suit was exceptionally tight, accentuating her figure noticeably.

It was a purely instinctive remark, uttered without thinking.

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he was in trouble. Sure enough, the masked woman's gaze turned cold. "What did you say?"

"I was saying, Miss Pei, your words sound quite jealous." Zu An's reaction was swift, and he quickly recovered. With her naturally smiling "peach blossom" eyes and especially her very distinct chest, he could recognize her identity at a glance, even with the mask.

"Me, jealous?" Pei Mianman removed her face mask and tossed it aside, a playful smile on her face. "You seem to think rather highly of yourself, don't you?"

Seeing the topic diverted, Zu An secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "It can't be helped; when one is too exceptional, these kinds of delusions naturally arise."

Pei Mianman snorted. "I really can't understand how someone with Chu Yan's personality could tolerate you."

"Were you just with Chu Yan?" Zu An felt a pang of guilt. The two of them had been healing injuries there, not paying much attention to outside movements.

However, the surrounding guards were so vigilant that unless she also possessed teleportation or stealth abilities, it should have been difficult to escape the notice of the Chu family guards.

"No," Pei Mianman's expression was a little unnatural. Coming to see her best friend's husband in the middle of the night instead of her best friend felt odd, so she quickly added, "I heard she wasn't feeling well, so I didn't want to disturb her rest at such a late hour."

After speaking, she suddenly furrowed her brow and subtly shifted her body.

"You're injured?" Zu An recalled seeing her move somewhat sluggishly earlier and finally realized.

"Hmph, I rushed to save you, and then you and that vixen just ran off, leaving me alone to deal with the sixth-rank expert Chen Xuan and all those Black Wind Stronghold thugs. And now you have the nerve to ask?" Pei Mianman became enraged at this thought, fuming at Qiu Honglei on one hand and at Zu An for actually leaving with her on the other.

Rage points from Pei Mianman +66 +66 +66...

Zu An said sheepishly, "At the time, I didn't expect Qiu Honglei to suddenly pull me into the water. It happened so fast. By the time I reacted, I had already swallowed a lot of water, and then she pulled me to shore. I looked back at the ship and saw you fighting Chen Xuan to a standstill, and the city guards were arriving, so I didn't come back for you, to avoid causing more trouble."

Of course, he omitted the part where Qiu Honglei gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He had just annoyed one person; he didn't want to annoy a second one so soon.

The only fortunate thing was that he had wiped off the lipstick mark on his mouth on the way back. Otherwise, explaining the situation now would be truly difficult.

"Hmph, at least you have some conscience," Pei Mianman said, her expression softening slightly upon hearing that he had been concerned about her fight. "Still, Chen Xuan is a high-ranking sixth-grade expert. I'm lucky to have escaped with my life; a few injuries are nothing."

Zu An's eyes lit up. "Where are you hurt? I have medicine here."

Due to the suicidal cultivation method of the "Phoenix Nirvana Scripture," he had specifically prepared a large stock of healing medicines after acquiring money, including some excellent ones obtained from Ji Dengtu.

"You ask where I'm hurt, yet you stare at my chest?" Pei Mianman's smile held a dangerous glint.

Zu An's old face flushed, and he quickly said, "I was just concerned about where exactly you were injured."

"Don't even think about it; it's not where you're imagining." Pei Mianman's eyes were playful. "I still can't figure out how Chu Yan could fall for a scoundrel like you. Not just her, even that seductive fox Qiu Honglei seems to favor you, but no matter how I look, I can't see anything special about you."

Zu An smiled shyly. "I'm a person of hidden talents; you need more contact with me to truly appreciate my strengths and virtues."

"You, hidden talents?" Pei Mianman couldn't help but laugh, but after only a couple of chuckles, she aggravated her injury, and her delicate brows furrowed instantly.

"You're hurt on your back?" After his observations, Zu An had generally identified the injured area. After all, when it came to injuries, he was a professional!

"Mm." Seeing that he seemed about to come over and inspect, Pei Mianman raised the sword in her hand. "You don't need to bother; it's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Zu An was amused. So, despite her usually seductive demeanor, this woman was quite conservative at heart.

"If it's not treated promptly, it might leave a scar," Zu An reminded her.

Pei Mianman chuckled sweetly. "Are you trying to humor me like a little girl? Cultivators are different from ordinary people; our self-regeneration ability is very strong. I've had countless injuries since childhood, and none of them ever left a scar."

"I thought you were a pampered young lady from a prominent family, but I didn't expect you'd had such a tough life." Hearing her say she'd suffered many injuries since childhood, Zu An was somewhat shocked. Given her sweet appearance and usually cheerful, affectionate nature, it was hard to imagine such a childhood.

Pei Mianman's smile immediately vanished. "I don't need your pity!"

Seeing her attitude abruptly change, Zu An remained unfazed. "Don't worry, I won't mention this to Chu Yan."

"Whether you tell or not, what does it matter to me?" Pei Mianman turned her face away, though the expression on her face softened slightly.

"It's best to treat injuries early," Zu An said, rummaging through his belongings and pulling out a pile of medicines. "Wounds inflicted by a sixth-rank expert aren't easily healed. Look at the injury you sustained from Wu Di during the family grand competition; you didn't pay attention then, and now there are still lingering issues."

"Is Chu Yan's condition very serious?" Pei Mianman's gaze became somewhat complicated.

"It's fine. With a divine doctor like me here, there's nothing seriously wrong," Zu An replied.

"You?" Pei Mianman snorted. "I heard it was clearly thanks to the Divine Doctor Ji."

"Life is truly as lonely as snow; nobody believes me when I tell the truth." Zu An found several types of medicine. "Turn around, let me look at your wound."

Pei Mianman hesitated for a moment, then turned around, her voice alluring. "Don't you dare try to take advantage of me, or I won't be polite, even if you are Chu Yan's husband."

"Look at my innocent eyes. Do I seem like that kind of person?" Zu An said indignantly.

"Hehe~"

Zu An found an injury on her back, about three inches long, with blood soaking the surrounding fabric. It was only because her night suit was black that it wasn't clearly visible. "That bastard Chen Xuan, he truly struck hard."

"Hmph, he's not doing so well either," Pei Mianman said, proudly lifting her chin, clearly unwilling to be underestimated.

"Alright, alright, I know you're formidable." Zu An gently tugged, tearing open the clothing near her wound.

"What are you doing?" Pei Mianman stiffened, tightening her grip on her sword.

"Relax. How can I apply medicine without cleaning around the wound?" Zu An replied. "Don't worry, I'm not bold enough to harass my wife's best friend in her own family's home."

"Hehe, I figured you wouldn't dare." Seeing that he made no further moves, Pei Mianman relaxed a little.

Zu An dabbed medicinal wine on a cotton ball and gently wiped the area around her wound. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright, continue," Pei Mianman said, frowning slightly, clearly trying to endure the pain.

The room soon fell silent, with only the sounds of Zu An diligently treating her wound and applying medicine.

It was the first time her skin had been touched so intimately by a man. A faint blush flashed across Pei Mianman's face, but shyness was not in her nature, and she quickly chuckled alluringly. "So, how does my skin compare to your wife's? Whose is better?"

Zu An chuckled. "Do you want me to say yours is better than my wife's, or that my wife's is better than yours?"

Seeing him turn the question back on her, Pei Mianman snorted. "Hmph, you're as cunning as a fox. If I didn't know for certain you grew up in Brightmoon City, I'd think you were possessed by some old demon."

Her words made Zu An inexplicably space out for a moment. In a sense, his current situation could be considered being possessed by an old demon, couldn't it? No, at most, a small demon. He was still a young man in his previous life.

After treating her wound, Zu An said, "It's bandaged now. But you've lost a lot of blood and are very weak. It's best not to wander around at this late hour. Just rest here. Otherwise, if you fall into the hands of some scoundrel, I'd truly be heartbroken."

Pei Mianman's eyes sparkled, her brows hinting at boundless charm. "I have a feeling staying here might be the most dangerous option."

"Even if you don't trust my character, you should trust Chu Yan's judgment in choosing a husband. I'll go sleep in the next room later. Once you've regained your strength, you can leave whenever you wish."

Pei Mianman hesitated for a while before finally saying, "Don't tell Chu Yan about this... and don't tell anyone in the Chu family either."

Zu An couldn't help but chuckle. "It was perfectly normal until you made it sound like a secret rendezvous. Don't worry, this will be our little secret."

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Pei Mianman spat, then slammed the door shut forcefully.

Zu An looked disgruntled. Couldn't she at least have told him to grab a blanket?

However, given his current physique, a blanket was unnecessary, so he didn't bother knocking on the door again.

He went to the next room, arranged a few stools to lie on, and just as he was about to fall asleep, his heart suddenly leaped. Someone had appeared next to him, he didn't know when.