Level Up in Martial World

"You can enter," Lu Zhen said with a chuckle.

"Yes." Jui Luli entered with a tentative expression on her face, looking at him a little unsure.

"Hmm, what is it?" he asked, his expression one of confusion.

"... I am here to give you a massage, as you requested," she replied lightly, a twitch of her brows betraying her nerves.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

Lu Zhen stretched his body, preparing to undress.

"Wait, why are you undressing?"

"Eh, how else will you massage me?" Lu Zhen asked, looking at Jui Luli with curiosity.

"I…" Jui Luli paused, considering her words. "Is a massage supposed to be given while undressed?"

"Yeah? And how do you think it's supposed to be, then?" Lu Zhen asked, his face utterly unreadable, maintaining a perfect poker expression that made Jui Luli almost start believing him—if only slightly.

With a casual flick of his finger, he began undressing, revealing his chiseled, battle-hardened physique. His body was a masterpiece of raw power and perfection, each muscle sculpted as if by the hands of a divine artist. It wasn't just a body—it was the very embodiment of a war god, a machine built for destruction and slaughter.

However, as his clothes came off, something else gradually came into view, slowly becoming visible to the naked eye.

Jui Luli glanced at it, her expression remaining eerily calm and detached. Without a hint of emotion, she asked, "Is it supposed to be that big?"

"I don't know."

Lu Zhen shrugged casually, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise at Jui Luli's completely expressionless face. Then again, she wasn't just any ordinary girl.

She was a strong First-stage Martial Artist—not someone unfamiliar with the world's harsher truths. Still, her pride in reaching such a level of power often made her rationality rigid, this was quite true for most of the First-stage Martial Artists.

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Lu Zhen moved his hand slightly, and in an instant, a towel emerged from his spatial ring, wrapping securely around his lower body.

"This bed isn't comfy," he muttered, his gaze settling on the plain, ordinary bed before him.

Without betraying a hint of emotion, he casually swiped his hand. The unassuming piece of furniture dissolved into nothingness, vanishing entirely from the room.

In the plain bed's place, a grand royal king-sized bed materialized. Its polished wooden frame shimmered under the light, the surface adorned with intricate carvings so finely detailed they seemed almost alive.

Delicate gold inlays traced the edges, catching the light in an enchanting dance of brilliance. Towering above it stood the majestic headboard, its elegant curves rising with an air of authority.

"Not bad," Lu Zhen remarked, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. This spatial ring was quite useful, being able to store any inanimate object inside it made life far more comfortable.

Without further ado, he laid face down on the luxurious bed, his body gradually sinking into the plush mattress. Completely at ease, he waited peacefully, his breathing steady as the tension from earlier slowly ebbed away.

Jui Luli bit her cherry-red lips, hesitating for a moment before finally walking toward him. Slowly, she sat on the edge of the grand bed beside Lu Zhen, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. In a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, she asked, "How... how do I do this?"

Her gaze lingered unintentionally on Lu Zhen's chiseled back, his contours were as if there was a demon.

"Haha, go ahead, look all you want!" Lu Zhen teased, a sly grin curling on his lips though his eyes remained closed.

Embarrassed, Jui Luli quickly averted her gaze. Taking a deep breath, she tentatively extended her soft, slender hands and pressed them gently against his shoulder.

"Is this strength enough?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Not even close," Lu Zhen replied, his tone relaxed as he enjoyed the touch of her soft hands.

Jui Luli pressed harder. "How about now?"

"Still not enough."

Her brows furrowed, and she applied even more pressure. "Enough now?"

"No," he said again, sounding as calm as ever.

Frustrated, she tried to dig her fingers deeper into his shoulder, but his muscles were like carved stone. No matter how hard she pushed, his rock-hard body resisted her every effort, making her feel as though even shifting a single fiber of his muscle was an impossible task.

"Weird," Jui Luli thought to herself. As a First-stage Martial Artist, her body was naturally enhanced, her raw strength far surpassing that of ordinary people. Yet, to her astonishment, she found it nearly impossible to even shift a single muscle in Lu Zhen's rock-solid body.

Frustrated, she pushed herself to the limit, applying every ounce of strength she could muster. When even that wasn't enough, she reluctantly resorted to channeling her Qi. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lu Zhen uttered, "This much strength is perfect."

Relieved, Jui Luli exhaled softly and began pressing his shoulders with a rhythm of gentle but firm motions, her soft hands moving skillfully across his frame.

"Mmm…" Lu Zhen let out a satisfied hum, the tension melting from his body. "Not bad."

Jui Luli's brows twitched slightly, and a spark of irritation flickered in her heart. She felt an unspeakable urge to murder but suppressed it, begrudgingly continuing her work.

"By the way, I also wanted to know more about you," Lu Zhen said leisurely, savoring the sensation of her hands on his shoulders.

"What do you want to know?"

"What exactly is a Mental Power Martial Artist?"

"We are Martial Artists who focus on Mental Power," she explained, pausing briefly. "To become one, you must practice a unique set of cultivation techniques specifically designed for it. However, this path requires a difficult sacrifice—if you're already cultivating another type of Martial Art, you'd have to cripple your realm entirely to start anew."

"I see," Lu Zhen murmured, nodding thoughtfully as he absorbed her explanation.

"Tell me about the benefits," he prompted.

Jui Luli glanced at him, her expression briefly tinged with disbelief, before replying in a nonchalant tone:

"We can enhance our Mental Power with every advancement in our cultivation. There are also combat arts specifically designed for us," Jui Luli explained. "For example, during my fight against that assassin, I used my Mental Power to execute one of these techniques. However, there's a flaw—we're unable to use ordinary combat arts."

"Oh, interesting. So, that's how it works?" Lu Zhen asked curiously. "Can anyone use Mental Power through combat arts?"

"Yeah," she replied simply.

"Can you give me combat art?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side to look up at Jui Luli's expressionless face.

"This is part of the deal too?" she asked, her voice growing sharper, laced with suspicion.

"Of course it is," Lu Zhen replied smoothly. "If I have to make enemies on your behalf, there should be sufficient benefits for me, don't you think?"

Jui Luli's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she sighed softly. "Alright," she said at last.

"Oh, not bad," Lu Zhen murmured, settling comfortably into the bed as Jui Luli's hands worked their way to his spine, her pinching and pressing remarkably soothing.

"Go further down," he instructed lightly, prompting her to shift her attention to the base of his spine, her movements slow and deliberate.

"Enough?" she asked, her tone slightly impatient.

"This is supposed to be a full-body massage, isn't it? Not just a back massage." The corners of his lips curled into a playful smirk.