Chapter 140: The Sensual Bath

Chapter 140: A Sensual Bath

Within mere minutes, Wu Hong had healed the wounds of the Lone Star Elder. With a faint smile, Wu Hong said, "Old man, your injuries are healed!"

The Lone Star Elder bowed low and replied, "Many thanks to Prince Wuwei for your assistance!"

"Who is Prince Wuwei?" Wu Hong’s expression turned blank again. Hearing the name felt vaguely familiar, yet he could not recall it no matter how hard he tried.

The three of them stood stunned. It was true: Wu Hong had forgotten everything about his past. The Elder’s question had been nothing more than a probe.

Wu Hong looked over his own body with a puzzled expression while the three before him stared back.

"What is wrong with you all? Why are you looking at me like that?" Wu Hong scratched his head, his manner innocent and childlike. Though his demeanor was not foolish, it was clear he had lost his memory.

Yet, this loss of memory had stripped away many of his past burdens. Without those worries and mental shackles, his entire presence had become bright and sunny.

"Sister, let’s go. Why don’t we let Brother Wu stay here tonight?" Huang Hu said, sounding somewhat helpless. He held no deep affection for Wu Hong, only shock at his legendary rise to power.

Huang Ling was different. Since seeing Wu Hong’s invincible aura in Bianjing, she had been deeply captivated by his temperament and every word he spoke.

Furthermore, they shared a special destiny. When Wu Hong was at his most helpless, Huang Ling had saved him. Two years after his disappearance, she had found him by the roadside and brought him home again. It all seemed like the arrangement of fate.

As Huang Ling turned to leave, she suddenly felt her wrist grabbed. Looking back, she met Wu Hong’s innocent, expectant gaze.

"Sister, you are a good person. Can you stay here with me? I am so scared," Wu Hong said, feigning an innocent look.

His words were somewhat bold, but his face remained incredibly pure, his eyes devoid of any impurity. It was hard not to feel a natural fondness for him.

Huang Ling was a conservative woman. Had any other man grabbed her wrist like that, she would have cut off his hand without hesitation. Yet, with Wu Hong looking at her with such expectation, her resolve wavered. In the Great Qian Dynasty, influenced by neighboring nations, the societal views on men and women were not particularly rigid.

"Sister, just stay here and keep Brother Wu company tonight. He can’t do anything to you in this state, and he needs someone to take care of him. Even if he did, it wouldn't be..."

"Brother! What are you saying?" Huang Ling’s face turned as red as an apple, a stark contrast to her usual icy cold demeanor, making her appear exceptionally beautiful.

"What of it? My sister is naturally beautiful; she is worthy of the third Prince Wuwei! It’s no big deal, and this kid is quite fortunate—hahaha!"

Huang Hu’s words made Huang Ling blush even more. She felt shy, but upon reflection, she realized he was right. With Wu Hong having lost his memory, he could barely take care of himself. She didn't trust the maids to look after him properly.

Huang Hu’s words hinted at many secrets. "The third Prince Wuwei..." Clearly, someone had inherited the title shortly after Wu Hong’s disappearance.

Because of his memory loss, Wu Hong had no impression of the title Huang Hu spoke of. Both the Lone Star Elder and Huang Hu secretly observed Wu Hong’s face for any reaction, but they saw only the blank expression of someone listening to a stranger's story. They felt a sense of helplessness: "You were once so glorious, how did you end up like this? Your fate is truly tragic. I don't know if my sister being with you is a blessing or a curse."

Huang Hu and the Lone Star Elder left the room, leaving behind a blushing Huang Ling and a somewhat bewildered Wu Hong.

"Sister, aren't they staying with us?" Wu Hong asked innocently.

Huang Ling was startled, thinking to herself, "He really has forgotten everything. He even lacks the most basic common sense!"

"Knock, knock." Just as Wu Hong waited for an answer, a soft tapping sounded at the door.

"Miss, will you be bathing tonight?" a maid asked from outside.

Huang Ling had a habit: she would bathe and change before visiting the Great King Temple to pray, and she could not sleep without bathing afterward.

With Wu Hong in her room, she felt conflicted. But then she thought, "He has lost his memory and is indifferent to the conventions between men and women; why should I care?"

"Prepare it," she replied gently. The maid acknowledged and left. Soon, several graceful maids entered, carrying a large, exquisite wooden bathtub.

The room was instantly filled with the scent of flowers and swirling steam.

"You may leave! Do not disturb me without my command," Huang Ling said, her voice remaining calm and steady as always.

Looking at the wooden tub, she felt the need to cleanse herself and began to undress. Suddenly, she felt a pair of eyes fixed on her back.

"Ah! Turn around! You cannot watch me bathe!" Huang Ling cried out in embarrassment, having completely forgotten about Wu Hong.

"Sister, why? You are so beautiful! Is it not good to appreciate beautiful things?" Wu Hong asked with genuine, pure curiosity, his eyes devoid of any ulterior motives.

However, Wu Hong did not realize that even though he had lost his memories, he was still a man, and the *Dainichi Tathagata True Interpretation* within his mind was still affecting him. His bold words were spoken without a second thought.

Huang Ling could not answer him. She couldn't very well lecture him on the boundaries between men and women.

Because of his amnesia, Wu Hong’s body constantly emitted a faint golden light. This was his protective energy, but to a woman with lower cultivation, it held a lethal attraction. In other words, if Wu Hong were to appear before an ordinary woman, she might lose her self-control.

Was the *Dainichi Tathagata True Interpretation*’s "Fixed Light Joyous Technique" more potent than any demonic cultivation art?

Though Huang Ling was a peak-level martial artist, she was still susceptible to the influence of Wu Hong’s uncontrollable energy. Moreover, she had long harbored feelings for him. Seeing his innocent face, she gritted her teeth and made an even bolder decision: she continued to undress.

Wu Hong’s burning gaze remained fixed on her silhouette. Instinctively, he began to drool, and the golden light around his body intensified. The intangible *Dainichi Tathagata True Interpretation* scripture flew out of his body and hovered above his head.

The faint golden glow enveloped them both. Because of his memory loss, Wu Hong knew nothing of the affairs between men and women; he only knew he was admiring her beautiful form. His body reacted physically, but he had no intention of being improper.

Huang Ling was different. Being of lower cultivation, she was constantly bombarded by the golden light, feeling a wave of heat wash over her. She stole a glance at Wu Hong and felt as if he were a massive magnet, one that didn't attract metal, but rather, a woman’s heart.

Huang Ling’s face turned scarlet. In a voice so soft she could barely hear it herself, she said something she couldn't believe: "Wu Hong, come in and bathe with me..."

As the words left her lips, she felt a complex mix of emotions, including shame. She had always been conservative; how could she say such a thing?

*But does it matter? I like him. Why shouldn't I express my feelings like other women?*

*No, this is absolutely wrong! Even though I like him, we haven't had much contact. Is taking a bath together too hasty? Will he think I am a loose woman?*

Huang Ling struggled internally. She snuck another glance at Wu Hong, her eyes trailing down his face. When she saw the large "tent" rising beneath his clothes, she felt a sudden rush of heat in her nose. She touched it with her hand and gasped in shock.

"Ah! Why am I bleeding?" Mortified, she dove into the water, too ashamed to surface for fear of Wu Hong seeing her state.

Who says only men get nosebleeds when excited? The conservative Huang Ling, triggered by the fantasies racing through her mind, had become so heated that she had lost control and suffered a nosebleed.

The culprit, eight parts out of ten, was the aphrodisiac golden light radiating from the *Dainichi Tathagata True Interpretation* hovering above Wu Hong.

Of course, Huang Ling knew nothing of this, and she was left feeling deeply ashamed of her own "lustful" heart.