The Supreme Peak, the Holy Land of the Demon Realm.

Compared to the Seven-Colored Sacred Monarch Rock, the characteristic of Wushang Peak can be summed up in one word: height.

Towering into the clouds, standing on the summit feels like being in the clouds, offering a panoramic view of the world's wonders.

Shen Zhao walked step by step up the stairs leading to the summit.

Every step felt so heavy, every step so cautious.

In fact, with Shen Zhao's abilities, he could simply use the Golden-Winged Kunpeng to reach the top.

But he didn't do that, because Shen Zhao's feelings were very complicated at that moment.

Nervousness, anticipation, fear, unease, longing.

In short, it has everything.

Before we knew it, we were surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers.

When Shen Zhao came to his senses, he was already standing at the highest point of Wushang Peak.

"Shen Zhao!"

Upon seeing Shen Zhao, Xu Qingran immediately walked over with a gloomy face.

"You've finally arrived! His Majesty is waiting for you inside."

"Um."

Shen Zhao tried to remain calm and responded to her.

Xu Qingran turned around and glanced at the newly decorated, elegant courtyard, sighed softly, and moved closer to him.

"Do not disappoint His Majesty, nor betray His Majesty."

After saying that, he passed by Shen Zhao and left.

Shen Zhao took a deep breath but did not go directly into the hut.

Instead, he stood by the stone table on the cliff, quietly gazing at the surging clouds over the layered mountains.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly found himself wearing a cloak.

Looking to the side, Song Yanran was wearing a bathrobe, her face flushed, and her clear, bright eyes reflected her own features.

Why don't you come inside?

"The scenery here is unique, and I'd like to stay a little longer."

"Then I'll accompany you."

Song Yanran took Shen Zhao's arm and gently leaned her head on his shoulder.

Without thinking much, Shen Zhao gently massaged her shoulders, bringing her closer to him.

Song Yanran felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, her face beaming with a happy smile, and she moved even closer to Shen Zhao's chest.

The two remained silent, witnessing together the magnificent and unique scenery of Wushang Peak.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yanran quietly raised her head, looked at Shen Zhao's solemn expression, and couldn't help but smile.

Have you seen enough?

"Um."

"Then... can we come inside now?"

Shen Zhao remained silent, but nodded nonetheless.

Song Yanran broke free from Shen Zhao's embrace, then grabbed his arm and led him into the house.

A refreshing fragrance wafts through the small courtyard.

Elegant decor, hazy gauze curtains, and a striking bed.

Everything made Shen Zhao feel as if he were in a dream.

Would you like to take a bath?

"Um."

Song Yanran smiled knowingly and guided Shen Zhao to the small room behind the bed.

The sound of running water reached my ears; this was a bathhouse.

"The spiritual water here is formed from the accumulated essence of heaven and earth over many years. The water is warm; try it and see if you like it."

Shen Zhao nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he took off his cloak and was about to take off his clothes when he saw Song Yanran looking at him with affection.

This made Shen Zhao a little uncomfortable, and she whispered, "Um, could you go out first?"

Song Yanran smiled and said, "You've already consummated your relationship with Sister Su, why are you still so concerned?"

"No, it's just that some people feel a little uncomfortable looking at me."

Song Yanran: "Okay then, I'll wait for you outside. No need to rush. Just relax and wash up. Call me if you need anything."

After saying that, she turned and stepped out of the bath.

"call……"

Once everyone left, Shen Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he took off his clothes and stepped naked into the bath.

"Comfortable……"

Feeling the silky warmth of the spiritual spring flowing over his skin, Shen Zhao let out a soft moan of comfort.

He leaned quietly against the edge of the bathtub, looked up, and then a strong sense of drowsiness overwhelmed him, and he drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a melodious sound of a guqin rang in my ears.

Shen Zhao slowly woke up and rubbed his groggy head.

Looking up again, I saw Song Yanran sitting by the bathtub, playing the zither.

"woke up?"

Upon seeing that Shen Zhao had awakened, the music stopped abruptly.

Song Yanran smiled slightly, then stood up and handed him a soft towel.

"Thanks."

Shen Zhao was about to go and answer it when Song Yanran stopped him.

"you……"

"Get up, let me help you wipe your body."

"Ah, this..."

Don't you like it?

Shen Zhao's body suddenly became burning hot, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Seeing that he remained silent, Song Yanran said, "Shen Zhao, are you unwilling?"

No, that's not it.

"Then why won't you let me do even the simplest things a wife should do?"

"Sorry, I'm just not used to it yet."

Song Yanran whispered, "You'll get used to it. Stand up, it's getting late."

Since you, a woman, are so proactive, why should I be shy?

So, Shen Zhao gritted his teeth, as if he had made a difficult decision.

His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, and with a resolute strength, he resolutely rose from the bath.

Soon, Shen Zhao's perfect body slowly emerged from the steam in the bath.

His muscles were clearly defined, exuding a strong masculine aura, with each muscle radiating power and beauty.

The skin shimmered under the moisture, like bronze silk, delicate and smooth.

Song Yanran's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, her eyes revealing surprise and admiration, and her body gradually became hot.

She gazed silently at Shen Zhao's body, as if she could feel the passion and strength within him.

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