The Demon Lords-Chapter 624 - 107 Bathing_3

"Alright, let's give it a shot," Zheng Fan decided.

"My lord, we shall get on with our tasks. San'er, ensure nothing happens to My lord," the Blind Man seriously cautioned. My lord is everyone's lord; if you mess things up with him, just wait for the other six Demon Kings to hunt you down.

Xue Three patted his chest, saying, "Trust me, guys. I had a character setup as half an alchemist before." In movies and TV shows, the characters standing next to cauldrons of bubbling green potions always seem to be on the short side.

After the meeting, Xue Three returned to his mansion and ordered the maids to ready the water in the bathing pool.

Because Zheng Fan enjoyed baths, his home had a specially designed bathing pool, so there was no need for fetching bath buckets.

When Zheng Fan entered, he found the young lord was already awake and staring in his direction.

Zheng Fan walked over and picked up "Baby" into his arms.

To be honest, Mo Wan was actually quite good at taking care of the child. The little one was clean, dry, and had a sweet, milky scent.

"Um... WAH WAH WAH."

The young lord seemed to be cooing something at Zheng Fan, his babbling full of emotional inflections.

Zheng Fan pretended to understand, nodding and smiling along to his rhythm.

Once the bathing pool was filled, Xue Three dismissed the attendants and said to Zheng Fan, "My lord, you can enter the pool now."

Zheng Fan nodded, placed the young lord back into the crib, undressed, and stepped into the bathing pool.

"Sigh..."

Perhaps it was due to soaking in baths so often in this world, coupled with his cultivation path as a Martial Cultivator, that Zheng Fan's tolerance for hot water had progressively increased. Temperatures unbearable for ordinary people were probably just right for him.

Xue Three walked over, holding a wine jar.

"WAH WAH WAH..."

The young lord in the crib saw it and, clapping his small hands, babbled.

"Hmm, you want some?"

Xue Three hesitated for a moment.

Logically, this was the formula your father used for his baths, so letting you soak in it should be fine. But you're too young. What if this bath causes some unforeseen issues... Damn, that would be terrifying.

However, Xue Three still walked over to the crib and, in front of the young lord, uncorked the wine jar.

The young lord leaned his head forward and took a sniff.

Then, "WAH..."

With a THUD, he fell backward, apparently knocked out by the fumes.

"HEH HEH."

Xue Three smirked. To better fuse the medicinal properties, he had added a generous amount of his own high-proof alcohol.

"ROAR!"

At that moment, a stone suddenly shot out, and Mo Wan's figure materialized, glaring furiously at Xue Three.

"Uh, this... um..."

Xue Three was somewhat scared. Despite being on a similar power level now, Xue Three still didn't believe he could defeat Mo Wan in a fight.

It was the 'biological son' archetype, after all; he was bound to be a cut above the other Demon Kings, aside from that bug where he loved to kill his 'father.'

"I'll go over there, over there."

Xue Three sneakily pointed towards the back, indicating he still had to help Zheng Fan with his medicinal bath.

Mo Wan suppressed his rage. Instead of attacking Xue Three, he returned to the crib, revealed his true form, and knelt beside the young lord.

"HEE HEE HEE HEE... HEE HEE HEE HEE..."

The young lord, with drunken, peach-blossom eyes, looked at Mo Wan and replied, "WAH... OH OH... WAH OH OH... HEE HEE..."

Xue Three broke out in a cold sweat. He had just wanted to tease the child a bit, but he hadn't expected Mo Wan to develop such strong protective feelings as a caretaker. This level of protectiveness was fiercer than a mother hen guarding her chicks.

If My lord wasn't waiting in the bathing pool right now, Mo Wan would definitely have started a fight with me. Tsk tsk, so My lord is the one who really knows how to have fun.

Xue Three returned to Zheng Fan with the wine jar. Zheng Fan, at this moment, had a washcloth covering his face, completely adrift in relaxation.

"My lord, I'm going to pour it in now. Since this is your first medicinal bath, it might be quite painful. As the saying goes: 'Smooth flow, no pain; pain, no smooth flow.' Once the medicinal bath takes effect, My lord's meridians and such will be tempered and expanded."

"Understood."

"Alright then."

Xue Three poured the contents of the jar into the bathing pool. As soon as the medicinal liquid met the hot water, it quickly dispersed.

"HISS..."

Zheng Fan's body suddenly convulsed. He shot upright, the washcloth on his face falling off.

"This is what you call... 'a bit painful'?"

This didn't feel like a bath; it felt like soaking in sulfuric acid. If Zheng Fan hadn't been sure Xue Three wouldn't harm him, he would have jumped out immediately.

"This proves My lord's body still has great potential!"

Zheng Fan could only close his eyes and continue to soak.

Gradually, dark, clotted blood began to seep from Zheng Fan's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Dark blood also started to ooze from the pores on his skin. The effects were slowly becoming apparent.

Zheng Fan clearly felt the qi and blood within his body excitedly accelerating their flow.

His heart began to calm, but soon, the relief he'd just felt vanished, replaced by a surging panic. The circulation speed of his qi and blood was increasing ever faster, reaching an uncontrollable degree.

Zheng Fan's vision began to blur. It wasn't just steam anymore; illusions seemed to appear. Amidst these illusions, he could almost hear demonic roars and feel the chaotic aura of curses and calamities swirling and bellowing.

"San'er!!!" Zheng Fan roared.

"Huh?"

Xue Three also started to panic, nervously gnawing at his fingernails.

"Is this a medicinal bath?"

Damn it, Tian Wujing's mother had him soak in this every day? It's a real wonder Tian Wujing managed to grow up.

Zheng Fan felt as if his body was about to explode. At this point, even if he wanted to get out of the bathing pool, he couldn't move. He felt like an overinflated balloon, ready to burst at any moment.

"Er... My lord, it is a medicinal bath... It's just that I, your subordinate, added a little something. It shouldn't be like this, it really shouldn't! I've soaked in it myself before, and it wasn't nearly this intense..."

"What did... you add!!!"

"Um... A Cheng's and A Ming's blood."

"..." Zheng Fan!