"Brat, you said you were massaging my feet. Why are your hands up on my thigh?" "Ahem, my hand slipped." "Then why are you trying to undress me?" "If Ms. Rhea is soaking in a hot spring, of course, you need to loosen your clothes. Your disciple only wants to help." By the spring, Magnus Kendall grinned as he kneaded the beauty's smooth, pale feet. The beauty was known as Rhea, an enchantress of thirty, stunning, with porcelain skin. Every inch of her caught the eye, every curve begged to be admired. Magnus drank in the sight and the scent, desire surging hot in his chest. "Ms. Rhea, I want..." Before he could finish, Rhea shook her head. "The Kirin Kidneys I put in you are the purest, fiercest objects in the world, packed with blazing masculine energy." "So you must pair with a woman with a Negative Physique to complete your breakthrough. Otherwise, all your effort and suffering will go down the drain." Her voice softened. "You've been restraining yourself and training with me for one reason: to learn the truth about your mother's disappearance." Magnus caught himself at once. He had once been a young heir of Greyhove, until his family perished in a great fire five years ago. He watched his mother vanish into the flames. He himself had been maimed, nearly swallowed by the blaze. Rhea had saved him, removed his ruined kidneys, and implanted a pair of Kirin Kidneys. From then on, his body was rebuilt, tougher and stronger than ever. But his lust had grown fiercer than any ordinary man's. Rhea pulled out a stack of marriage contracts. "The Kirin Kidneys burn too bright. If within five years you fail to fuse the masculine energy with a Negative Physique's feminine energy, your body will tear itself apart." "I went down the mountain years ago and found several women with that constitution. I arranged marriage contracts for you and them. It's time to meet them." Magnus blinked. "Ms. Rhea, these contracts are really out of the blue. Don't tell me someone paid you off and I'm supposed to be the sucker who cleans up their mess?" "Enough." Rhea tapped his chest with her foot. "The first marriage contract is with the Hopkins family of Greyhove. They have four daughters, each a beauty with her own charms. Half the city is dying to marry them." "As for the other women in these contracts, they're stunning too. If you have the skill, you could win over every last one of them." "Go. Show the world what you can do, and make your enemies tremble." At that, Magnus's gaze sharpened. He leaned in, brushed a kiss across Rhea's flawless face, and pulled back. "You little... How dare you!" Rhea gasped, but Magnus had already snatched up the marriage contracts and bolted. "Ms. Rhea, I'll miss you!" Rhea watched him go, smiling and proud.  "My wild disciple's gone down the mountain. The city's in for one hell of a storm." ... Greyhove was a bustling coastal city with soaring towers, rivers of traffic, and women dressed in bold attire. They wore mini skirts and crop tops. A breeze would kick up a skirt and flash a bit of pale skin, pretty hard to miss. There were office women in uniforms, wearing heels and sheer stockings, heels clicking on the sidewalk, urban chic in every line. Magnus couldn't take it all in, dazzled by the sights. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "City life, I'm back." "I just wonder if what Ms. Rhea said about the daughters of the Hopkins family was for real, or if she was lying to me." The Hopkins family's villa was situated in Ouverford's well-known affluent district. The family was in the second tier. The neighborhood was quiet, with manicured greenery along the paths and flowers you'd only see on the coast. Thinking of Rhea's love of flowers, Magnus stepped into a bed of flowers to snap a photo for her. He hadn't expected to find a breathtaking woman sunbathing among the flowers. Her skin was porcelain, her beauty otherworldly, like a fairy come to earth. Magnus stared, caught off guard. The city had women as beautiful as Rhea. A morning breeze lifted the hem of the woman's dress. Her legs were perfect. The sight was spellbinding. Magnus's phone, which he had raised to shoot the flowers, wound up aimed right at her. "Ahh!" The beauty whirled, clutching her skirt where the wind had teased it up. "You... you were taking pictures of me, weren't you?" Magnus rushed to explain. "I meant to shoot the flowers. I had no idea you were sunbathing here. It was just a misunderstanding." The beauty's face flushed bright red. A misunderstanding? She did not believe him. "Let me see your phone!" She reached for it, trying to grab. Magnus carried too many secrets on his phone, including a few photos of Rhea from the hot springs. He couldn't let anyone see. "I can't show you my phone. If you don't trust me, you can call the police or get security over here." That only stoked the beauty's anger and embarrassment. But with just the two of them alone, she worried he might be a creep, and she felt exposed. "You look suspicious." "Just you wait." She threw down the threat and ran. She had worked up a sweat in the sun. The fabric around her waist was damp and hugged her figure. Her already stunning figure looked even more alluring. "This woman's interesting," Magnus said, amused, and strolled on toward the Hopkins villa. By the grand gate, a strong medicinal smell hung in the air. Magnus sniffed and frowned. The medicinal smell was strong, the kind used to treat internal injuries. A white-haired elder sat at the head of the table. "Mr. Timothy Hopkins, hello. I'm Magnus Kendall." Magnus greeted him with a smile. Seeing Magnus's handsome features and solid build, Timothy looked satisfied at once.  "Magnus, please, sit." At his left stood his only son, Charles Hopkins. Beside Charles was his wife, Sophia, a woman with refined poise. In her youth, Sophia must have turned heads wherever she went. Charles studied Magnus, and his face darkened. He murmured, "Father, do you really mean to marry my daughter to him?" Timothy shot him a look. "Don't judge by appearances. His clothes may be plain, but he carries himself well. He's clearly trained. What would you know?" Charles's tone soured. "Father, my four daughters are each as beautiful as angels. Plenty of martial artists want to marry them. Why him, of all people?" Timothy's eyes flashed. "If he's upright and healthy, isn't he a good match?" "Go call my four granddaughters down to meet Magnus." Charles swallowed his temper. He didn't dare defy his father. Soon, four young women came downstairs. Light seemed to gather around them, their perfume drifting like a soft wave. Magnus looked up. The eldest seemed about twenty-six, the youngest perhaps twenty. Each was fair-skinned, long-legged, lively, and striking. Each had her own unique allure. Rhea didn't lie. They really were the daughters of the Hopkins family. One of them looked familiar. The beauty recognized him, too. "It's you!" They spoke in unison, startled. Everyone stared, baffled. Magnus and Judith Hopkins knew each other? Timothy broke into a broad smile.  "Judith, if you already know Magnus, that's excellent!" Judith rushed to deny it. "I don't know him. He's a pervert. He was taking pictures of me just now." At that, every eye swung to Magnus. Magnus was humble, but he wasn't a pushover. "Miss, a cool breeze lifted your skirt. I was photographing the flowers and saw it by accident." "If anyone doubts it, we can ask property management to check the cameras." Gasps rippled through the room. Eyes turned back to Judith. "Judith, did Magnus... see everything?"