Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1642 - 1639: An Unexpected Delight

A cynical smirk played on Zhao Yin’s lips as he observed the bewilderment in Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren’s eyes. “Keep up the act, I dare you! If you two hadn’t known about Master Yuding’s preference for married women, especially witnessing intimate acts in front of their husbands, how could you have possibly been together?”

“I must admit, you’re both quite cunning. If you serve Master Yuding diligently, you’ll undoubtedly reap rewards as a couple.”

“Enough with the theatrics, get in the car!” Zhao Yin gestured, inviting Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren towards the waiting van.

“Let’s go,” Xu Wendong said, his voice calm, as he guided Lin Yiren into the vehicle.

Zhao Yin then ignited the engine and accelerated, leaving a trail of dust in their wake.

An hour later.

The car Zhao Yin was driving slowed as it entered a lavish, high-end villa complex, finally coming to a halt before a commanding, five-story standalone residence.

This villa resembled a transplanted opulent palace from antiquity, radiating an aura of aged grandeur and substantial presence.

Its exterior embraced a traditional Chinese architectural style, featuring dark tiles, white walls, and gracefully curved eaves, with every detail showcasing the remarkable skill of ancient craftsmen.

The upturned eaves resembled the unfurling wings of birds, imbued with vibrancy and life. A copper bell, suspended beneath the eaves, swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a melodious chime.

The main entrance was constructed from heavy, solid wood, adorned with a pair of imposing bronze door knockers embossed with ancient beast-face motifs, lending an air of majesty and mystery.

Entering the villa felt akin to stepping into a nobleman’s estate from bygone eras.

The initial view was of a spacious front courtyard, its ground paved with bluestone slabs, where verdant moss crept between the stones, bestowing a tranquility only time could cultivate.

Flanking the courtyard stood several antique-looking stone beasts, some in stately poses, others exuding a naive charm, serving both as ornamentation and as silent guardians of the mansion.

Proceeding through the front courtyard and into the main hall revealed a vast interior expanse. Eight robust redwood pillars ascended towards the ceiling, their surfaces intricately carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, their lines flowing with lifelike grace, as if poised for flight.

Draped from these pillars were silk scrolls bearing calligraphy, the characters ranging from powerfully forceful to elegantly dynamic, all penned by ancient masters, their ink strokes radiating a profound cultural richness.

The main hall's ceiling was a testament to traditional wooden joinery, constructed without a single iron nail, yet remarkably sturdy. Above it, a magnificent star map was depicted, speckled with stars and a luminous galaxy, evoking awe at the ancients’ profound grasp of astronomy.

The flooring was laid with precious sandalwood planks, deep in color and emitting a faint, pleasing fragrance, polished by time to an increasing sheen and smoothness.

Dominating the center of the main hall was a set of redwood furnishings, with a substantial Eight Immortals table as the centerpiece, carved from a single piece of redwood, its natural grain resembling a captivating landscape painting.

Surrounding the Eight Immortals table were eight Taishi Chairs, their backs intricately carved with detailed floral, avian, piscine, and insect motifs. Each carving was rendered with meticulous precision, displaying the veins of flower petals, the textures of bird feathers, and the scales of fish with astonishing clarity, inspiring admiration.

The seat and back cushions were fashioned from superior silk fabric, embroidered with delicate cloud patterns, offering both softness and comfort, exuding an air of luxury.

Off to one side of the main hall was a tea room, arranged with simple yet refined elegance.

A rustic tea table, carved from a tree root, possessed a unique shape brimming with natural allure.

Around this tea table were several cattail hassocks, providing comfortable seating for those who wished to savor tea in a cross-legged posture.

Adorning the wall was a long scroll displaying tea-related scriptures in elegant calligraphy, its ink appearing as fresh as if newly applied.

In a quiet corner of the tea room, a display shelf housed an array of precious tea sets. These included Ru kiln sets from the Song Dynasty, Zisha teapots from the Ming Dynasty, and Fencai tea bowls from the Qing Dynasty, each exquisitely crafted, bearing witness to the long and profound history of Chinese tea culture.

At this very moment.

Two women, possessing fair complexions and beautiful features, stood with discernible unease.

While their cultivation levels paled in comparison to Lin Yiren’s, their figures, appearances, and deportment were equally captivating.

These women appeared to be in their prime, perhaps around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. However, within the world of cultivation, accurately ascertaining one’s true age was often an impossibility.

After all.

Embarking on the path of cultivation offered the potential to mitigate the effects of time and aging to a certain degree.

One of the women was dressed in a low-cut, burgundy evening gown, resembling a rose delicately unfurling in the nocturnal darkness.

The gown's fabric felt as smooth as silk, adhering closely to her form like a second skin.

Its plunging neckline was daring and captivating, unveiling a expanse of alabaster skin through the slight opening. This stunning display traced the elegant line of her collarbone before disappearing into the veiled mystery beneath the skirt.

Her figure was impeccably proportioned, a slender waist that could be easily encompassed by a single hand, accentuated further by the gown's cinching design to enhance her graceful silhouette.

Her firm posterior was reminiscent of plump peaches, perfectly rounded and alluringly resilient.

Each subtle shift in her posture caused the skirt to sway with gentle undulations, painting captivating arcs in the air and radiating an intoxicating, sensual allure.

Her face possessed the refined beauty of a masterfully sculpted artwork.

Her oval visage featured softly defined lines, and her eyes, bright yet profoundly deep, seemed to hold a galaxy of stars, capable of ensnaring any heart with a single, meaningful glance.

Beneath her elegantly aquiline nose lay vibrant, dew-kissed red lips, the corners subtly upturned in a faint smile that added an irresistible touch of allure.

Her long, lustrous black hair flowed down her back like a silken waterfall, with a few stray tendrils playfully framing her cheeks, lending a touch of sprightly charm.

The other woman was adorned in a cheongsam, a garment that perfectly captured the understated elegance and demure grace characteristic of Oriental women.

This cheongsam, rendered in a serene blue and white porcelain palette, was intricately embroidered with delicate plum blossoms, appearing to release a subtle, enchanting fragrance under the ambient light.

The dress, reaching just past mid-thigh, impeccably showcased her long, slender legs. Their skin, as fair and smooth as fine jade, provided a striking contrast against the cheongsam's backdrop.

Her waist had the suppleness of willow branches swaying in the breeze, moving with a gentle flexibility that made the cheongsam's hem ripple like flowing water.

While her bust was not as pronounced as the first woman's, it filled the cheongsam's bodice perfectly, creating a beautifully contoured and elegant shape.

Her countenance was fresh and delicately featured, akin to the first peach blossom of spring, exuding tenderness and exquisite beauty.

Her eyes, as clear as a mountain spring, conveyed a sense of gentle modesty and shyness with every glance.

Her nose was small yet perfectly straight, complemented by lips the color of cherry blossoms, slightly pouting in a way that evoked endearing loveliness.

Her bobbed hair, just reaching her shoulders with ends curled gently inward, presented an image of both competence and cuteness. A few delicate hairpins were strategically placed, catching the light and adding a subtle touch of refined grace.

Precisely as Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren made their entrance, a voice, rough yet laced with excitement, suddenly cut through the air: "I never expected a surprise today!"

As the words echoed, an elder, clad in flowing white robes and possessing a beard and hair as white as snow, emanated an aura of profound transcendence as he slowly descended from the upper level...