Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Chapter 172 Only Xiao Jingshu doesn't know

How did half a day go by so fast!

Xiao Jingshu kissed Han Luo with lingering affection, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already transformed into a Nascent Soul.

The nascent soul looked at Han Luo's slightly swollen lips, its eyes darkened, and it flipped over to kiss her directly.

Unlike Xiao Jingshu's habit of constantly biting Han Luo's lips, Yuan Ying's kisses were more aggressive, as if he wanted to steal all of Han Luo's breath.

The fox ears and tail on Jing Shu's body disappeared when Xiao Jing Shu returned to the ancient jade. The place that Xiao Jing Shu had been covering with the fox tail was finally discovered by Han Luo.

While responding to the nascent soul's kiss, Han Luo secretly reached her right hand towards Jing Shu's lower body.

"Mmm..." The nascent soul, immersed in the kiss, suddenly let out a muffled groan.

"Boom——"

The two made an extremely ambiguous sound when they separated, but Yuan Ying did not continue kissing. Instead, he pressed his entire body firmly against Han Luo.

"Master, how could you do this..." The Nascent Soul's voice was filled with unfulfilled desire.

But his desire was suppressed by Han Luo in the same way as before.

Han Luo felt a little uncomfortable from being pressed down, and helplessly raised her hand to pat the nascent soul's back.

"You've been lying in bed for half the day, it's time to get up. You can't stay in bed forever, can you?"

Nascent Soul wanted to say yes, but no, Master wouldn't agree. Besides, Master said last night that he wanted to eat peach blossom pastries. Little Jing Shu couldn't cook, so he would make them this time.

Not wanting to keep Hanluo occupied for too long, Yuan Ying got up and got out of bed, dressed Hanluo, combed her hair, and retied her hair ribbon.

Yuan Ying kissed Han Luo on the corner of his eye. "Master is waiting for me in the room. I'm going to make peach blossom pastries for Master."

"You can do that too?" Han Luo raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat intrigued.

Yuan Ying's lips curled up, "Only Xiao Jing Shu doesn't know how."

Xiao Jing said: "..."

If he studies it today, he'll definitely be able to do it tomorrow!

After the nascent soul left, Han Luo looked at herself in the bronze mirror on the table. Her clothes were neatly dressed and her hair was combed smoothly.

She should have taken good care of Jing Shu herself, but now she's the one being pampered and spoiled by him...

Not long after Yuan Ying left, Fu Huaizhi arrived.

Fu Huaizhi originally thought that since Han Luo had just entered the Mahayana stage, he could help Han Luo stabilize his cultivation and share his experience as a Tribulation Transcending cultivator with Han Luo, laying a good foundation for Han Luo's future Tribulation Transcending stage.

But as soon as Fu Huaizhi saw Han Luo, all his thoughts shifted to the back of his mind.

"Luo Luo, be mindful of your temper..."

After much deliberation, Fu Huaizhi finally uttered those four words. Although he and Jun Mo hadn't been entirely restrained, they were both at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Jing Shu's cultivation was still too low; he probably couldn't handle it...

"...Senior brother." Han Luo pinched the bridge of his nose, "We haven't been practicing dual cultivation, and we won't be for the time being..."

"Well, you know what's going on." Fu Huaizhi had no intention of interfering in the young couple's affairs, but Luo Luo's lips were so obviously swollen that it was hard for him not to notice them.

Han Luo subconsciously pressed his chest. Fortunately, Xiao Jingshuqin's position wasn't too high up, otherwise, if his senior brother had seen it, it would have been difficult for him to explain himself.

On the other side, the Nascent Soul found a small kitchen, took out the ingredients for making peach blossom pastries from the storage ring, and began to recall the steps Jing Shu took to make peach blossom pastries.

"What are you trying to do?" A questioning voice suddenly rang out, and Jun Mo then appeared.

"Peach blossom pastry, Master's favorite." The Nascent Soul was not frightened at all, and his hands did not stop moving.

"I won't teach this, please excuse me."

Junmo had no interest in learning what Hanluo liked to eat, so he leaned lazily against the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Then teach me something else."

Junmo wanted to learn more types of food so he could figure out what Huaizhi liked to eat.

“I can teach you. I can also compile a cookbook for you later. It’s not just about mortal food; I also know how to make spiritual food, and I guarantee it will be just as delicious.” The Nascent Soul stopped what he was doing and said slowly.

Jun Mo tossed a storage bag to the Nascent Soul cultivator without hesitation, "Is this enough?"

The Nascent Soul used its spiritual power to probe inside, and after a quick glance, it was indeed full of valuable items, but...

The nascent soul looked up at Jun Mo, "Not enough."

Even if the method for making spiritual food exists in this world, it's not easy to find.

Master said that the Demon Lord has a lot of good stuff, and he is definitely going to take advantage of him.

Jun Mo smiled slightly, "Don't rush, there's a storage ring in the storage bag, you can open it and take a look first."

The Nascent Soul cultivator was somewhat impatient, but he still reopened the storage bag to search for the storage ring that Jun Mo had mentioned.

If you're going to give something, just give it to them directly. But to put another one in the storage bag—are you trying to copy Russian nesting dolls?!

Finally, the Nascent Soul found the storage ring in the corner of the storage bag. The Nascent Soul took out the storage ring and probed inside with its spiritual power.

Seeing that Jing Shu's body visibly stiffened, Jun Mo's smile widened, and he said unhurriedly, "How about that? Is that enough?"

The Nascent Soul realized what was happening, put the storage ring in his hand into his own storage ring, and said calmly.

"That's enough, you can leave now. I'll teach you tomorrow. As for the recipe, I'll write it down for you before the sect competition ends."

Junmo nodded in satisfaction and left the room in an instant.

Yuan Ying continued making peach blossom pastries, but a faint blush crept up his ears uncontrollably, revealing that his mood was not actually that calm...