Chapter 17: Feeding the Fish Soup
— So, Sister, you’re actually a closet pervert! I always thought you were an abstinent sword immortal, cold and aloof, but it turns out you’re just repressed.
Jiu Youyue thought to herself, her gaze towards Yun Xiu filled with meaning.
“So that’s your plan, Sister? Claiming to support your disciple’s marriage, but actually scheming to have him all to yourself within the sect… I won’t let you succeed!”
“What are you talking about? I’m not scheming anything!”
Yun Xiu quickly denied it. She was content with simply seeing him every day. She had never considered anything inappropriate.
“Hmph, can you honestly say you can resist his charms, Sister? Especially after what happened earlier?”
“O-of course I can!”
“You’re not convincing at all. He barely touched you, and your legs already clamped together. And in our previous life, when we were affected by the Demonic Dragon Aphrodisiac, you told him so resolutely, ‘If you take my purity, I’ll kill you, then myself.’ Look at you now.”
“I…”
She was about to argue when they heard the sound of someone entering the cave, water dripping from their clothes. It was Yan Zhen, his left hand carrying two fish and a handful of wild vegetables, his right hand holding a bundle of firewood, his clothes soaked. His footsteps echoed through the cave, making her fall silent.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing…”
“Heehee, it’s girl talk, Little Zhenzhen. Are you curious?”
“I’d rather not know.”
He circulated his Fire Mystic Power, drying his clothes, then smiled at them.
“I’ll make something to eat. You two should rest instead of chatting, especially you, Fairy Sister. Your injuries are serious. Don’t be careless.”
Yun Xiu, her voice soft, replied, “I understand. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m just worried about you.”
“Mmm.”
She hid her smile behind the blanket.
…
He set down his burdens, arranging the damp firewood, then ignited it with the Gold and Silver Fire.
The fire dispelled the cave’s chill, its light illuminating the space.
“Is it raining outside? You’re soaked.”
“Yes, your battle must have affected the weather. It’s only raining around here.”
He retrieved his cauldron, going to the waterfall to fill it with water, then placed it over the fire.
“That’s good. The rain will mask your scent, making it harder for the Mystic Beasts to track you.”
“They didn’t find you?”
“No, I just circled the area and gathered some supplies.”
— Because I was worried you two might start fighting, heehee~
He washed the wild vegetables and cleaned the fish, then added them to the cauldron, preparing a simple soup.
Their supply of dried meat had run out during their half-month journey. Since entering the middle layer, he had been foraging for food, feeling his nutrition lacking.
His Beautiful Sect Master, doting on her disciple, had occasionally fed him milk-flavored medicinal liquid during their dual cultivation sessions.
She had said that, having consumed countless Mystic Pills, her body was a natural medicine repository. The milk-flavored liquid she fed him was a potent tonic, refined from her essence using Mystic Refining techniques.
Although he had felt embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, she had insisted, claiming that his body was his foundation for cultivation, and she wouldn’t let him starve.
He had been… over-nourished these past few days.
And since he couldn’t break through his current realm, the medicinal energy had accumulated within him. Perhaps his cultivation would skyrocket after refining the second Extreme Flame.
“…”
Silence descended upon the cave, as he prepared the soup, Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue watching him, their gazes filled with a nostalgic warmth.
“Fairy Sister, can you tell me your name? It’s a bit embarrassing to keep calling you ‘Fairy Sister.’”
“Fairy Sister” is a nice name… She thought to herself, but she answered him.
“Yun Xiu. ‘Yun’ as in ‘cloud,’ ‘Xiu’ as in ‘sleeve.’”
“Yun Xiu, Yun Xiu… ‘Floating Cloud Sleeves.’ What a beautiful name. It evokes a feeling of ethereal elegance.”
Her heart fluttered. He had complimented her name, just like in their previous life.
She had always cherished those words, even using them as inspiration for a Mystic Venerable level Mystic Skill she had created.
However, it involved spatial manipulation, making it unusable below the Mystic Sovereign realm.
“Ahem, what about me, Little Zhenzhen?”
Jiu Youyue, never having received such a compliment in her previous life, wanted to make up for it.
He stroked his chin, pretending to think.
“Jiu Youyue… that’s a beautiful name too. It evokes the image of moonlight in the darkness, mysterious and alluring.”
“Are you saying I’m like a villainous temptress?”
“…”
— Not “like.” You are one! You even… forced yourself on me in the desert! What else would you be? Hmph!
He criticized her inwardly, but his outward demeanor remained shy and innocent.
“I meant… you’re very beautiful, like a bewitching beauty under the moonlight.”
She was delighted.
“Hmm hmm, you’re quite charming yourself~”
…
Silence fell upon them once more as he focused on cooking the soup, checking his system rewards during his free moments.
[Special Trump Card: Shameful Revelation. Upon activation, forces all those present, excluding Host, to reveal their most embarrassing secret. Only effective on targets whose Soul Realm is below the True Realm.]
Wow, this is powerful!
Apart from high-level Mystic Refiners, only Mystic Venerables and Mystic Saints possessed True Realm Soul Cultivation. This card was effective on anyone below the Mystic Sovereign realm!
Although it wasn’t useful in battle, it seemed perfect for showing off.
— Excellent~
He happily stored the card, then, noticing the water boiling, removed the cooked fish, expertly deboning it, adding the meat to the soup. He sucked on the remaining bones, then incinerated them.
He filled two bamboo cups with the finished soup, placing them beside Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue.
“Here you go. It’s unseasoned, but the wild vegetables should mask the fishy taste. It shouldn’t be too bad.”
Yun Xiu nodded, trying to sit up, but she realized she was still too weak. She looked at him, her gaze like that of a helpless child.
However, Jiu Youyue spoke first.
“Little Zhenzhen, I’m too weak to move. Can you feed me?”
He was prepared. After all, in the script, both women had been severely injured, unable to eat without his help.
“Let me help you up.”
He sat beside her, his right arm reaching behind her, supporting her as she sat up, his left hand holding the cup of soup.
She clutched the blanket, preventing her breasts from being exposed, her smooth, fair back leaning against his arm, her mouth opening to receive his offering.
The soup was bland, but it had been prepared and served by him, making it delicious.
“Is it good?”
“Mmm.”
“Have some more.”
She took small sips, and he patiently fed her, his movements gentle and attentive.
She glanced at his handsome profile, recalling Yun Xiu’s words, her heart fluttering.
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