Just as Henry Clark’s mind wavered and his thoughts turned amorous, those slender, jade-like fingers first pressed onto the central wheel meridian acupoint, the ‘Qi Axis’, on his back. After kneading and massaging the area for a while, the range gradually expanded, and the pair of delicate hands seemed to multiply into hundreds of finger shadows. They continuously patted Henry Clark’s entire body, skin and meridian points, as gentle, strange energy threads surged in, guiding the medicinal power seeping in through his pores into every part of Henry Clark’s body.

At first, Henry Clark couldn’t help but be distracted, but gradually he managed to rein in his thoughts, doing his best to focus inward. Ethan’s technique was clearly of some origin. The medicinal ingredients used for the bath were also rare treasures in the Cloud Realm, nearly impossible to gather without the resources of a powerful clan.

They could strengthen muscles and bones, invigorate blood and marrow. In the ten days since occupying this body, it was the first time Henry Clark felt such abundant energy and vitality within himself.

These medicines were extremely effective for consolidating the foundation and nourishing the source, and indeed, they had improved his constitution somewhat, making his spirit swell and his blood surge.

However, they didn’t seem to address his true underlying illness, and instead, the situation appeared to be worsening.

At this moment, Henry Clark could already feel two parallel meridians within his body throbbing with a faint, dull pain.

Only after a full cup of tea’s time did Ethan Smith’s hands finally slow and come to a stop. Her snow-white face was beaded with fragrant sweat, and she panted slightly, saying, “Ethan is already exhausted. Young master, please soak a while longer; you mustn’t get up for at least two more hours. Mr. Harris said this Five-Ginseng Blood-Tonic Decoction is a prescription that Your Majesty went to great lengths to obtain from a famous doctor not long ago, just for you. It’s said that in only six years, it can cure your dual-meridian affliction! It will also greatly strengthen your foundation and improve your health.”

Henry Clark raised an eyebrow, inwardly wondering which quack this could be—utterly clueless! Then he heard Ethan frown slightly and say, “Mr. Harris also instructed that you mustn’t be hasty, and for now, you should avoid trying anything rash. Ten days ago, after you forcefully cultivated your inner breath during the medicinal bath, you fainted and nearly died—”

A sudden realization dawned in Henry Clark’s chest. So this ‘Henry Clark’ hadn’t died from an assassin’s attack as he’d imagined, but from recklessly cultivating inner energy, falling into madness, and dying—allowing him to take over this body.

He couldn’t help but shake his head inwardly again. That so-called ‘famous doctor’ wasn’t entirely wrong in his thinking. The Five-Ginseng Blood-Tonic Decoction could indeed strengthen the root of the foreign bloodline, specifically enhancing one bloodline to gradually assimilate the other. This was the most common solution for such a constitution.

However, while he did have a dual-meridian body, it was somewhat different from the usual kind. Not only were both meridians of the highest grade, but they were also deeply intertwined—each contained the other, inseparable.

If not for this, why would he be so troubled? After all, in his previous life, due to his deep study of guiding techniques, he had some knowledge of medicine, and his acupuncture skills had reached the level of a master.

“So, Mr. Harris’s severe loss of vitality a few days ago was also because of me? Not because he was injured by someone else?”

Turning his head, Henry Clark glanced behind him, and his gaze immediately froze again. Ethan’s thin gauze robe was already soaked through, the undergarment and her jade-like breasts faintly visible, her curvaceous figure on full display. Her long, wet hair, rosy cheeks, snow-white skin, and those cat ears made her allure indescribable.

He subconsciously gulped, swallowing back the words that had reached his lips. The already vigorous energy and blood within Henry Clark surged even more violently, his breathing growing rapid.

In the Divine Emperor World, the hierarchy was strict, and those in power had absolute control over the lives of those below them. No one batted an eye. No matter how strong Ethan was, she was still his maid. And she seemed to be an especially close one. Over these past few days, she had been utterly obedient to him, and for some reason, there was even a hint of attachment. If he were to—

Henry Clark dared not think further. He shook his head sharply, forcibly halting his wandering thoughts. He mocked himself inwardly: Henry Clark, oh Henry Clark, when did you become so lacking in self-control?

There was nothing wrong with desire itself, but this Ethan was clearly only thirteen years old. Given the longevity of the demon race, at this age, she should still be considered a child.

Behind him, Ethan seemed to sense his change, her gaze shyly lowering, but then she actually thrust her ample chest forward, her large, jade-like breasts seemingly about to burst from her clothes. As Henry Clark’s mind wavered again, she let out a tinkling laugh, leapt from the water, and stood to the side, saying, “Your Majesty said that Ethan must wait until she’s eighteen, after she’s cultivated her body wheel and broken the Yin lock, before she can share a bed with the young master. Otherwise, your body wouldn’t be able to withstand it. As for those people, they’re just a bunch of clowns. You needn’t pay them any mind—”

The thin gauze on her body, which had been clinging wetly and giving Henry Clark a feast for the eyes, was instantly dried by the rising steam and the world’s fiery energy. After putting on her outer robe, Ethan leapt out of the carriage again. Like a swallow, she nimbly flipped and landed atop the carriage, continuing to keep watch in all directions.

Inside the carriage, Henry Clark was left stunned once more by her words. So, his relationship with Ethan was not merely that of master and servant. Judging by her words, it seemed as if his mysterious ‘father’ had chosen her as a concubine for him.