83: Master, is it delicious?

He didn't put the lid on the pot.

Instead, with a thought of his Divine Sense, he crushed the 'Blood-Replenishing and Qi-Boosting Pills' in the food box into the purest medicinal powder and sprinkled it evenly into the soup.

Then, he took the Fire Cloud Pig Tenderloin handed over by Lin Yao, his fingers flying, tapping the void repeatedly.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Threads of golden Qi energy, as fine as silk, instantly decomposed the fresh red Tenderloin into slices as thin as a cicada's wing.

The size and thickness of every slice were precise, as if cut by the most sophisticated instrument in the world.

This display caused Lin Yao and Ye Nianxin's beautiful eyes to widen in shock.

Even Zhao Muxue, who was watching coldly from the side, had a flash of disbelief in her icy phoenix eyes.

This level of ultimate control over power... was simply not something someone who had just reached Core Formation, and had even suffered from 'Qi Deviation,' should possess!

Qin Feng, however, seemed unaware of their shock.

He used his Spiritual Power to drop the sliced meat, piece by piece, into the boiling chicken soup.

As the meat hit the soup, it instantly unfurled, the red and white intermingling beautifully.

An indescribable, domineering meaty aroma, mixed with a rich medicinal fragrance, instantly exploded from the pot!

Just by smelling this scent, The Three Women felt the Spiritual Power within their bodies begin to circulate faster, uncontrollably.

"It smells so good..."

Lin Yao couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Qin Feng smiled and formed hand seals, beginning to cast profound Dharma Seals toward the pot of soup.

He didn't use a spatula; instead, he used his Divine Sense directly to manipulate every ingredient in the soup, letting them collide, fuse, and harmonize with the purest energy at the perfect moment.

This was no longer cooking.

This was Alchemy!

Using heaven and earth as the furnace and ingredients as medicine to refine a pot of supreme Immortal Pill named 'Home'!

Zhao Muxue watched quietly.

She watched that man's focused profile.

She watched him handle the flames and ingredients with ease.

She watched the confident and calm smile on his face.

The bit of coldness and displeasure in her heart had, unknowingly, completely melted away.

In its place was an emotion she had never experienced before, called 'warmth.'

As it turned out, a man's most charming moment wasn't when he was decisive in slaughter or reigning over the world.

It was when he was washing his hands to make soup for you.

Finally, Qin Feng stopped his movements.

He took a deep breath and pointed gently at the pot of soup.

Buzz!

A brilliant golden light shot up from the pot, illuminating the entire Immortal Cave in a golden hue.

The rich aroma seemed to take physical form, creating a miniature Divine Elephant phantom that let out a long roar toward the sky in mid-air.

"Alright, let's eat!"

With a wave of Qin Feng's hand, four jade bowls and four pairs of jade chopsticks automatically flew onto the stone table.

The thick soup in the pot was also precisely divided into four portions, landing in the bowls.

The soup was golden in color, rich but not greasy.

The black-boned chicken had long been stewed until the meat fell off the bone, the Fire Cloud Pig slices were incredibly smooth, and a few emerald-green Spiritual Vegetables were interspersed like pieces of art.

"Revered Master, please."

Qin Feng personally brought one of the bowls to Zhao Muxue.

Zhao Muxue looked at the bowl of soup before her, then at Qin Feng's expectant gaze, and ultimately did not refuse.

She picked up a jade spoon, gently scooped a mouthful, and brought it to her lips.

The moment the soup entered her mouth, the expression on Zhao Muxue's stunning face froze.

It wasn't just the taste.

Or rather, it had already transcended the realm of taste.

She looked up at the man who was watching her with an expectant face.

Sunlight filtered through the window of the Immortal Cave, spilling over him and coating him in a warm golden border.

His smile was clean, pure, and without a single trace of Impurities.

It was as if he had exhausted his efforts to make this world-shaking 'Dao Soup' just to see how she looked when she tasted it.

Qin Feng found her dazed look amusing, but his face remained that of a harmless person.

"Revered Master, is it good?"

He asked softly.

Zhao Muxue's delicate body trembled slightly.

She snapped back from the immense shock, looked at Qin Feng, then down at the golden soup in her bowl, her mind in a whirlwind.

She opened her mouth, but the cold word 'Acceptable' simply wouldn't come out.

In the end, a myriad of emotions condensed into a single sound.

"Mhm..."

The voice was very soft, carrying a hint of a tremor.

Qin Feng smiled.

What he wanted was exactly this 'Mhm.'

He looked at the stunning face before him, which had shed all its coldness and majesty, leaving only shock and softness.

He looked at her phoenix eyes, which were glistening with water due to her emotional turmoil.

Qin Feng picked up his own bowl of soup and took a small sip, but his gaze never left her.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The sword points to Qingxin, where the clouds part,"

As the words fell, Zhao Muxue's body suddenly tensed up.

Qingxin Peak was her Daoist sanctuary.

Lin Yao and Ye Nianxin were also stunned, both looking at Qin Feng at the same time.

Qin Feng's gaze remained focused on Zhao Muxue.

"One smile from Xue'er loosens the heartstrings."

Xue'er... this Rebellious Disciple... he did it right in front of his two Senior Sisters!

Using such a line of poetry, filled with affection and confession!

Zhao Muxue felt her cheeks instantly burn, a wave of heat rushing from her neck straight to the crown of her head.

"Rebellious Disciple..."

That voice was both embarrassed and annoyed, yet so soft it lacked any force.

To the ears, it sounded more like a lover's murmur or a spoiled pout.

To the side, Lin Yao was completely dumbfounded.

Her small mouth was hanging open in an 'O' shape, wide enough to fit an egg.

She looked at her own Senior Brother, then at her Revered Master, whose cheeks were so red they were about to drip blood, her eyes shimmering with a flirtatious charm.

Her little head was buzzing.

It's over!

This Bad Senior Martial Brother wasn't just 'defying' Revered Master anymore!

He was trying to pull Revered Master down from her high-and-mighty altar, completely into the mortal world, to become his woman alone!

And Revered Master... she actually seemed to be enjoying it?!

Ye Nianxin's face was also flushed. She lowered her head, not daring to look further, yet a trace of sweetness inexplicably arose in her heart.

She liked this feeling.

No jealousy, no tension.

Just a man, using his own way, clumsy yet domineering, to warm every woman in this home.

Qin Feng was delighted to see Zhao Muxue's look of extreme shame and indignation, yet her complete helplessness against him.

He finished the soup in his bowl in one gulp, then stood up and walked to her side.

Under the shocked gazes of Lin Yao and Ye Nianxin, he reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of hair from Zhao Muxue's temple behind her ear.

The movement was natural and intimate.

"Alright, why are you all dazed?"

"Hurry and drink the soup. The medicinal effect will diminish once it gets cold."

He turned his head and gave a brilliant smile to the other two girls who had turned to stone.

"Yaoer, Senior Sister, you guys try it too."

"This is something I, your Husb—cough, I specifically brewed for you."

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