The Martial Doctor-Chapter 37: My Neighbor Is a Demoness

At this time, most of the rooms in the Huaye Tower were dark, and for those few still lit, they were likely engaging in humanity’s most primal activity.

Those sounds, to Lin Miao,

were indeed a little indifferent.

As long as he wasn’t personally involved, these could barely stir a ripple in a pond of spring water.

Holding "Ding San’Er" in his hand, he walked along a corridor and surprisingly didn’t encounter a single person. This was the backyard, as Shi Yin had mentioned.

The backyard was the private territory of the tower master, Qin Yanran. Without permission, no one was allowed to enter at will, and Qin Yanran resided in the southwest of the backyard, in a two-story pavilion above a lotus-filled pond.

She lived alone.

Wasn’t she afraid of water vapors invading her year-round, causing rheumatism?

This Huaye Tower is much larger than the residence I rented, at least three times bigger. Inside the building are all sorts of singers, musicians, maids, etc., numbering two to three hundred people, and there are at least thirty to forty protectors just to guard the place.

Besides the three-story building facing the street, there are also other auxiliary buildings. The value of just the land and its prime location must be at least twenty thousand taels of silver, and if you add the buildings on it and everything else together,

the surface value of Huaye Tower alone exceeds a hundred thousand taels.

If you add the Huaye Tower brand and the contracts of the girls inside, a Huaye Tower is worth millions of taels.

It is said that Qin Yanran is not even forty years old, she took over Huaye Tower only ten years ago and managed to expand it to this scale, with a net worth of millions—truly remarkable.

This prohibition Qin Yanran imposed for privacy actually worked to my advantage. She probably thought that since no one lived next door, no one would climb over the wall, so she was careless!

This loophole was exactly what I took advantage of.

Of course, if she hadn’t sent people to trouble me, I wouldn’t have wanted to sneak in here at this filthy place in the middle of the night.

This guy actually wanted to ambush me in the latrine, so let’s see how he likes the taste of the cesspit.

The backyard latrine...

must be near the small pavilion where Qin Yanran lives, otherwise, it wouldn’t be convenient to go too far for a bathroom break, especially in a rush.

The pavilion has two floors, the first floor should be the living area, and the second floor should be Qin Yanran’s boudoir.

Lin Miao was not interested in a forty-year-old middle-aged woman and planned to find the latrine, throw the person in, and then leave. Qin Yanran seems to have strong internal energy, she should be at least a master at the Bone Forging Realm, possibly even at the Blood Fusion Realm.

It’s best to stay far from her to avoid being discovered; that would be disastrous.

"Oh..."

Lin Miao suddenly straightened his posture.

This sound, it seems familiar!

Could it be that Qin Yanran...

Intermittently, with varying lengths, and accompanied by a slight panting, Lin Miao’s curiosity was instantly piqued.

A middle-aged woman unsatisfied and seeking comfort...

Should I take a peek?

A man loves nothing more than the thrill of "stealing fragrance and snatching jade", and for a sixteen-year-old boy, full of vigor, there’s a natural yearning for such things...

Ding San’Er, you’re the one who wants to see, let me fulfill your wish!

Lin Miao silently recited in his heart.

The first floor was pitch black; obviously, no one was there, so it had to be on the second floor.

His lightweight skill wasn’t bad.

But since I’ve decided to take the risk, I can’t worry about it. He glanced at his own shoes, then at the soft-soled night boots on "Ding San’Er"’s feet.

He quietly took them off, stuffed them into his bosom, slipped off "Ding San’Er"’s night boots, and put them on himself. They were slightly large, but they would do.

With a slight leap, he gripped the beam above the stairs with both hands, then did a flip, trying his best to land silently on the outside corridor of the second-floor window.

Thankfully, he made no sound.

After his cultivation improved, his control over strength was much stronger than before.

The sound was coming from inside the room; the window was tightly closed, but the light still filtered through the gaps to the outside.

This window wasn’t just a paper sheet that could be broken with a touch. It actually had coarse hemp fibers added to the paper, or coarse hemp fabric coated with pulp and treated with waterproofing...

Finger pressure certainly wouldn’t break it.

But he had a "Blue Fish" short sword, its blade incredibly sharp. With just a gentle slice, an opening appeared.

One cut wasn’t enough; he had to slice again to form a cross-shaped hole, only then could he clearly see inside.

Inside, misty fumes surged; a girl was vaguely visible sitting in a bath barrel, her long hair cascading outside the tub, turned sideways towards him. Looking closely at her face, it was the Huaye Tower master Qin Yanran, whom he had met once during the day.

At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, one hand lying under the water, her shoulders gently trembling with the water waves, while the other hand was lightly caressing her red lips.

Half of her red lips were as blood, like a thorned rose.

Her eyes were dreamy, her facial expression oscillating between anguish and pleasure, and the "mmm-oh" sound came from those seductively enticing red lips.

Was she indulging in some under-the-water act?

No wonder she’s got a strange temper and hormonal imbalance; turns out she’s missing a man, causing internal yin-yang imbalance, especially in this "bustling" place.

Watching others indulge in pleasures every day while she herself is unfulfilled only worsens the psychological imbalance.

But for someone like her, if she wants to find someone, perhaps there are plenty who would willingly offer themselves, but the question is whether she disdains them or simply doesn’t want them?

Lin Miao was lost in his thoughts, his breathing inevitably faltering for a moment.

Qin Yanran, sitting inside the tub, instantly detected it; her eyes opened wide as she leaped out of the water barrel, summoning the gauze robe from the hanger to drape over her lotus-like arms.

"Who’s outside?"

A sharp shout!

Lin Miao was scared out of his wits; this woman’s martial arts cultivation is at least at the Blood Fusion Realm, so fast, he’d misjudged her before, he must escape immediately!

With a flip, he jumped down directly, and then, reflexively kicked the "Ding San’Er" in the corner.

With a "whoosh," he squeezed into the first floor.

Running away now, with his speed, he couldn’t possibly outrun her pursuit; the most dangerous place is the safest.

So he chose a dark spot under the lamp, the first floor of the small attic.

With "Ding San’Er" taking the blame, Qin Yanran might mistake him as the one spying as long as he could deceive her temporarily.

He’d have a sliver of hope for survival.

That kick just now was to wake "Ding San’Er"; if Ding San’Er didn’t wake, how could he take the blame for him?

Ding San’Er, barefoot, stood up unsteadily, suddenly a flash of red before his eyes, seeing Qin Yanran’s frost-covered face.

He instantly felt numb, unable to move, unable to even open his mouth to speak.

"T-Tower Lord!" After a while, regaining his senses, Ding San’Er hastily bowed his head; he was utterly terrified.

"Ding San’Er!" Qin Yanran extended her hand, directly clutching Ding San’Er’s throat, eyes brimming with a killing intent.

"Tower Lord, spare me, I didn’t mean to..."

"You didn’t mean to, but if you did, then what would you have done?" Qin Yanran, utterly furious, her bathing scene earlier was something she least wanted seen, yet it was seen by such a man, how could she not be enraged?

"You deserve to die!"

Qin Yanran didn’t give Ding San’Er any chance to explain, a glint of coldness and decisiveness in her gaze as she mercilessly twisted his neck.

Ding San’Er’s body slumped softly to the ground.

Lin Miao, behind the window, witnessed it all, feeling utterly terrified, his back with hairs standing on end, holding his breath, absolutely not daring to alert her to his presence.

If it were him in Ding San’Er’s place today, he’d undoubtedly be dead too; Qin Yanran is truly ruthless, akin to a female demon.

After killing, Qin Yanran maintained an indifferent expression as she lifted the body on the ground, tossing it into the pond before the little courtyard.

Lin Miao was astonished at such a simple and crude way to handle the body, wouldn’t it be discovered?

But in the next moment, he dared not make any move; as soon as Ding San’Er’s body sank into the pond, it boiled into a frenzy.

A swarm of piranhas lunged at Ding San’Er’s body, within moments, it was reduced to bones, then sank into the bottomless pool.

And this very pool had lotus flowers planted within it, come next summer, what a sight it would be when the pond is filled with blooming lotuses.

Qin Yanran seemed as if she’d done something insignificant, dusting her hands before flying up to the second floor.

Only then did Lin Miao slowly let out a breath, his back already drenched in sweat.

How to leave, he at least had to wait until Qin Yanran was asleep before he could depart.

Once his eyes adapted to the dim light indoors, Lin Miao noticed that in his haste earlier, he’d flipped into Qin Yanran’s study.

He didn’t dare touch anything here, although one was upstairs and the other downstairs, separated by a floorboard.

But who could assure him that Qin Yanran wouldn’t detect his presence downstairs; the sixth sense of a master is exceptionally keen, someone approaching within their range can often be sensed ahead of time.

Earlier it was a momentary lapse that had let his aura slip, leading to his discovery; for now, he was even more cautious not to move.

He must wait, wait until there’s no noise from upstairs before he could leave.

Being a doctor requires patience and resilience, an anxious person can hardly diagnose the true condition of a patient accurately.

Additionally, having been tormented by illness for so many years in past life, he’d long cultivated an indomitable spirit.

Thus, he could remain motionless in meditation for an entire day, something even some high-ranking Buddhist monks couldn’t compare to; in terms of endurance, few in the world could surpass him.

Meditation could reduce physical consumption to the point that even breathing became extremely gentle, putting the body in a unique cultivation state.

He’d previously practiced this to try and forget the pain through its effects.

And now, he unexpectedly found that this meditation method greatly aided his cultivation as well as restored his energy.

Only needing to meditate for an hour each day was enough to rejuvenate his entire energy, and the inner breath growth speed was far faster than conventional training.

This was almost like cheating.

Isn’t this better than any so-called system?

(Meditation is a form of cultivation, not something the average person can grasp, only those with great wisdom and perseverance can master it.)