Published: February 19, 2025
Chen Chu, damn lustful period
In the narrow bathroom shrouded in mist, Shirou and her sister were washing off the sweat and dust from their bodies.
The well-proportioned and exquisitely beautiful Shifei Tong stood behind Shirou, gently helping her massage a purple-black bruise on her back, looking somewhat distressed.
"Sister, does it still hurt?"
In Shifei Tong's hands, the powerful qi and blood circulation equivalent to a four heavens cultivator radiated a warm aura, helping Shirou invigorate her blood and dispel the bruise.
They had encountered a war hammer monster during their expedition into the ruined city, and its terrifying strength could have seriously injured Shifei Tong had Shirou not shielded her from a blow.
"It's nothing, just a slight displacement of my internal organs from the shock. I'm much better now."
While speaking, Shirou looked up, allowing the gentle water droplets to cascade over her stunning face, dampening her long, pitch-black hair as they slid down her collarbone.
In contrast to her sister's standard physique, Shirou, standing at 1.75 meters, had a somewhat exaggerated figure.
With towering stature, a slender waist, and long, straight legs, such a woman would undoubtedly be the object of countless men's mad pursuit in times of peace.
At this moment, Shifei Tong cautiously whispered, "Sister, what do you think about that Chen Chu?"
"He should not be from our world," Shirou pondered, recalling Chen Chu's dramatic entrance from the sky.
"The language he spoke at first was different from ours, not belonging to the dialects of the three major regions, and he even asked what world this is and what time it is."
"At that time, I didn't sense any malice from him, or rather, he didn't seem to harbor any ill will toward 'humans.' It felt very likely that he is a powerful being from the ancient human race."
"The ancient human race? Isn't that just a legend?" Shifei Tong was taken aback.
Shirou opened her eyes, a fiery energy radiated from her body, and under the powerful circulation of qi and blood, a faint red glow shimmered beneath her skin.
Bang!!
Shirou's body trembled, causing all the water droplets on her to fly off, and the water splashing from the showerhead was also deflected by an invisible force field around her, stopping ten centimeters away.
Huff! Shirou slowly exhaled, the hot breath shooting out a meter away, forming a powerful air current, before she calmed down and spoke again.
"Little Tong, do you think the qi and blood power circulating within us is just a legend?"
"Moreover, when he obliterated a level-seven mutated monster with a single punch, he destroyed a good portion of the city—his power far exceeds the descriptions of the current strongest level-eight cultivators."
"And that was still while he was seriously injured. It's hard to imagine how strong he would be at his peak; he could very well be a mythical-level war general."
At this point, a look of awe reappeared in Shirou's eyes.
Because she practiced the ancient human race's legacy techniques, the cultivation levels in this world were divided similarly to the ancient human race—from level one to nine, above which were the war generals, kings, and emperors.
However, due to the changes in the heavens and earth over the past few years, the strongest known cultivators had only reached the peak of level eight, with no one yet breaking through to level nine.
Most were ordinary body refiners at levels one or two, and a five-level body refiner like Shirou was already considered a master, as geniuses were always few.
Thus, when hearing that Chen Chu might come from beyond the heavens, from the ancient human race as a war general-level powerhouse, Shifei Tong's mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"The legendary ancient war general on par with deities."
Recalling how Chen Chu's retracted aura still gave her an overwhelming sense of nobility and authority, as if he were looking down upon all beings, Shirou nodded affirmatively.
"Yes, he is at the ancient war general level."