0p0 Chapter 173 Forget it, he'll skip this gossip for now.
Chapter 173 Forget it, he'll skip this gossip for now.
By the time the Nascent Soul returned, Fu Huaizhi had already left.
"Why are you so happy?" Han Luo asked, holding a storybook in her hand, as she looked at the Nascent Soul who was taking peach blossom pastries out of the food box.
Yuan Ying picked up a peach blossom pastry and held it to Han Luo's lips, a slight smile playing on his lips. "This is my first time making it, and it's not bad. Master, please try it."
Han Luo lowered her head and took a bite, savoring it carefully. "Mmm, it's delicious."
As she spoke, Han Luo took another bite of the peach blossom pastry from Yuan Ying's hand. Her soft, thin lips gently brushed against Yuan Ying's fingertips, and Yuan Ying's eyes darkened instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
The nascent soul tilted its head slightly; it needed to find time to examine the storage ring Jun Mo had given it more closely...
Han Luo ate a peach blossom pastry, glanced at the absent-minded Yuan Ying beside her, and then took another peach blossom pastry and stuffed it into Yuan Ying's mouth.
"Ugh!" The nascent soul was caught off guard when a mouthful of peach blossom pastry was stuffed into its mouth, and it quickly swallowed the pastry.
"What's wrong, Master? Is there something you did wrong?"
Han Luo didn't answer the question. Instead, she grabbed the nascent soul's face with her unwashed hand and pulled it away. "You're distracted. What are you thinking about?"
Yuan Ying removed Han Luo's hand and carefully wiped Han Luo's fingertips with a clean handkerchief, not caring at all about the crumbs Han Luo left on his face.
"The Demon Lord came to see me and gave me a lot of things. I'm thinking about how to make those spiritual foods and I'm going to write them down for him," the Nascent Soul explained, half-jokingly.
Han Luo nodded without doubt, "So that's how it is."
The fingertips, already wiped clean, gently touched the nascent soul's face. With a cleansing spell, the nascent soul's face was clean again.
Han Luo lowered her head and lightly pecked the nascent soul's face. "Jing You is back."
"Hmm." The Nascent Soul stood up and placed a kiss on Han Luo's brow. "Master, shall we go take a look together?"
Han Luo shook her head. Seeing this, the Nascent Soul kissed Han Luo's lips again.
Kissing had become a frequent activity between them when they were alone...
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After parting ways with Shi Chuan and Gu Meng, Jing You returned to his room.
As soon as the door closed, Jingyou's upturned lips instantly drooped, and he slowly walked back to the bed and gently lay down.
When the Nascent Soul arrived, it saw Jingyou lying on the bed like a corpse.
"..."
The nascent soul's lips twitched. It didn't smell blood, and it wasn't injured. Why was it like this?
The Nascent Soul cultivator didn't hold back either, slapping Jing You across the face. "You..."
"Ouch—it hurts! Bro! Don't hit me!"
Jingyou suddenly opened his eyes, clutching his arm that had been slapped and groaning in pain. This sight startled the Nascent Soul.
He didn't use much force at all, so why is he in so much pain?
"You've suffered internal injuries?" the Nascent Soul asked in confusion, placing his hand on Jing You's body and using his spiritual power to examine Jing You's physical condition.
Nothing's wrong? The Nascent Soul was even more puzzled.
"Brother, I'm not injured, it's just the Chinese medicine." Jingyou slowly sat up, completely unaware that Yuanying's expression was gradually changing, and said angrily.
"Today I was fighting against a female cultivator named Bai Meier. She was no match for me, but I didn't expect her to drug me!"
After I accidentally took some medicine, my body became like this. Even the slightest pain became extremely unbearable. What's even more infuriating is that, just because I beat her, she won't give me the antidote!
Bai Meier said that she would be fine after one night's sleep, but this medicine is really torturous! But since it's not a big problem, Jingyou can't force her to hand over the antidote.
“Bai Mei’er…” the Nascent Soul repeated these three words, then suddenly sneered, “Which sect does she belong to?”
Jingyou then realized that what had emerged was a Nascent Soul cultivator. "It seems to be the Hehuan Sect. Why are you asking that, brother?"
"It's alright, you should get some rest."
The nascent soul turned and left the room, and Jing Shu, who had been cultivating in the ancient jade, opened his eyes at that moment.
Jingyou wanted to follow his brother and ask him what he was going to do in such a fierce manner, but alas, it hurt too much!
Jingyou lay back down on the bed and peacefully closed his eyes. Forget it, he'd pass on this gossip for now.
On the other side, Bai Meier, who had finally obtained the secret medicine from her master but still lost after using it, was sighing in her room.
She had thought she could achieve a good result in this sect competition, but she lost in just the second round. A three-game winning streak wasn't something that could be easily accomplished. For Bai Meier, the sect competition was over.
Bai Meier suddenly stood up and took out several sets of clothes from her storage ring. She couldn't be so dejected anymore! Even if she didn't get a good ranking in the sect competition, it would still be good to take this opportunity to get to know a few more talented young people!
Bai Meier chose her favorite dress, put on exquisite makeup, and nodded in satisfaction as she looked at her charming face in the mirror.
"Knock—knock—"
"Who?"
A sudden knock on the door interrupted Bai Meier's thoughts. "Is that Master?"
Her answer was, once again, two knocks on the door.
Bai Meier frowned slightly. This was the Lingxi Sect, and it was daytime; it shouldn't be haunted. Even so, Bai Meier still summoned her magical artifact and looked warily at the door.
"Come in if you want."
The door opened silently, and standing outside was a very handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, who was exactly to Bai Meier's liking. Bai Meier also happened to know this man—Jing Shu, the second disciple of Immortal Venerable Hanluo.
Bai Meier lowered her guard. "Fellow Daoist, is there something you need? You can come in and talk."
Jing Shu slightly curled the corners of his lips, not intending to go in, and politely nodded, "I would like to find your master, fellow Daoist. Could you please contact him?"
Bai Meier is still relatively inexperienced and could not possibly have contact with her master. The only person who could give her master the medicine is her master, Bai Ao, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.
"Oh, okay, I'll contact Master for you."
Jing Shu smiled, and even Bai Meier, who had seen countless men, couldn't help but blush. She quickly nodded, took out a jade slip, sent a message, and then looked at Jing Shu and said softly.
"Master will probably be here a while. Fellow Daoist, wouldn't you like to come in and have a seat?"
"If I were to enter a woman's boudoir, it might cause trouble for you, fellow Daoist. I'd better wait outside."
Jing Shu politely declined, saying that if he went in and got smelled of face powder and rouge, his master would find out.
Bai Meier shyly agreed repeatedly, but inside she was screaming wildly.
Ahhhhh! This Jing Shu is not only handsome, but also very polite! If it were any other male cultivator, he would have already come in.
Waaaaaah, I like him even more now! What should I do?! Can I ask my master to propose to me at the Cloud Burial Sect?! I want to marry him!