99: Okay, Xue'er, my wife, are you still shy?

The next day, early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the gaps of the Immortal Cave onto the ten-thousand-year cold jade bed.

Zhao Muxue finally drifted awake from that boundless abyss of indulgence.

She wiggled her fingers, feeling that every inch of her body was sore and aching.

It felt as if her entire being had been dismantled and put back together again.

She subconsciously turned her head to look beside her.

Qin Feng was lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand; his eyes, half divine and half evil, were fixed on her with a hint of a smile and great interest.

Sunlight spilled over his handsome face, outlining the perfect contours of his profile.

The unique aura of divinity and demonic energy intertwined within him seemed even deeper and more captivating at this moment.

"Are you awake? My Xueer Wife."

Qin Feng's voice carried a hint of morning languor, yet it was filled with magnetism.

Boom!

The frantic and shameful scenes from last night flooded into Zhao Muxue's mind like a tidal wave.

Her face flushed crimson instantly.

Even her snow-white neck and delicate collarbones were tinged with a captivating shade of pink.

She abruptly pulled the quilt up and covered her head.

Like an ostrich that had done something wrong and dared not face anyone.

"Don't look!"

Her muffled voice, full of shyness and annoyance, came from beneath the quilt.

Qin Feng watched her adorable behavior and couldn't help but chuckle.

He reached out and pulled her, quilt and all, into his embrace.

"Alright, Xueer Wife, are you still shy?"

"It's not as if it's our first time."

"Get lost!"

Zhao Muxue struggled symbolically in his arms.

But she realized that her meager strength was insignificant against his iron-like embrace.

It felt more like she was acting coquettishly.

She simply gave up the struggle.

She just kept her head buried in the quilt, refusing to come out.

Qin Feng stopped teasing her and simply held her quietly.

Feeling the peace and warmth after the storm.

Inside the Immortal Cave, there was complete silence.

There was only the sound of their steady breathing and the faint, lingering air of intimacy.

However, this warmth did not last long.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The stone door of the Immortal Cave was gently knocked upon from the outside.

Immediately after, Lin Yao's vibrant, crisp voice rang out.

"Senior Brother! Revered Master! Are you awake?"

"The sun is already hitting your backs!"

"Senior Sister Nianming has made the most nourishing Dragon Blood Phoenix Marrow porridge for you!"

Boom!

Zhao Muxue's body stiffened instantly beneath the quilt!

It's over!

They caught us at the door!

Huh? Why does this scene feel so familiar?!

She just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it!

A helpless, wry smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

It seemed that as the number of "family members" on Qingxin Peak increased, his "world for two" was becoming increasingly rare.

He patted the "ostrich" in his arms, which was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

"Alright, Xueer, it's time to get up."

Zhao Muxue then tentatively poked her head out from the quilt.

Her stunningly beautiful face was full of shame and resentment.

She glared fiercely at Qin Feng.

It was all the fault of this Rebellious Disciple!

Qin Feng smiled and, with a thought, conjured a brand new white palace dress onto the bed.

The two quickly got dressed.

Qin Feng was fine, looking refreshed and radiating a profound aura.

As for Zhao Muxue, although she used her spiritual power to forcefully suppress the blush on her face, she could not hide the lingering charm and exhaustion in her eyes, nor her slightly stiff gait.

The moment Qin Feng opened the stone door.

Lin Yao and Ye Nianxin were standing at the doorway, each holding a jade bowl.

"Senior Brother! Revered Master!"

The two greeted them sweetly.

However, the moment their eyes landed on Zhao Muxue's appearance, they both froze in unison.

Especially Lin Yao.

Her large, watery eyes darted back and forth between Zhao Muxue and Qin Feng.

Her gaze was filled with understanding, gossip, and a hint of envy.

Zhao Muxue felt her scalp tingle under that gaze, wishing she could immediately use an escape technique and flee the scene.

"Ahem!"

She forced herself to remain calm, cleared her throat, put on a stern face, and assumed her dignity as Revered Master.

"What are you staring at? Aren't you coming in?"

"Oh... oh!"

Lin Yao stuck out her tongue and pulled the still-blushing Ye Nianxin into the Immortal Cave.

The atmosphere suddenly became strangely awkward.

Ye Nianxin stood to the side, holding the bowl of Dragon Blood Phoenix Marrow porridge, looking at a loss.

She looked from one to the other, her gentle face full of worry; she wanted to intervene but didn't know where to start.

She was like the innocent, shivering little victim caught in the middle of this family war.

The atmosphere was so awkward that one could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with their toes.

Qin Feng's scalp tingled.

If this stalemate continued, let alone eating breakfast, his Immortal Cave might be frozen into an ice block by Revered Master's jealousy today.

"Ahem!" Qin Feng cleared his throat loudly, trying to draw everyone's attention to himself.

He squeezed his way through the fiery glares being exchanged between Zhao Muxue and Lin Yao, and walked over to the head seat at the stone table.

"Alright, stop standing there."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable, composed, and calm demeanor, like the head of the family.

"Let's eat."

He looked at Lin Yao with a doting smile: "Yaoer, take the Dragon Blood Phoenix Marrow porridge that Senior Sister brewed for you and serve a bowl to Revered Master as well."

"Oh... oh!" Lin Yao was taken aback by Qin Feng's sudden move, but she reacted quickly and immediately understood Senior Brother's intention.

This was his way of giving her an out, and also giving her a chance to "make amends" with Revered Master.

She stuck out her tongue, and while a bit reluctant, she carried her bowl of porridge over to Zhao Muxue with a hint of triumph.

"Revered Master, please have a taste." Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "Senior Sister Nianming got up early this morning to brew this for Senior Brother using her own heart blood."

She deliberately emphasized the words "heart blood" and "Senior Brother."

Sure enough, when Zhao Muxue heard the words "heart blood," her already cold face instantly turned three degrees colder.

She looked at Lin Yao, then at Ye Nianxin, whose cheeks were flushed red and who looked like she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and the nameless fire in her heart burned even brighter.

Very well!

Very well, Ye Nianxin!

I had thought you were gentle, quiet, and someone who wouldn't fight for anything.

It turns out that even someone as innocent-looking as you has learned to play mind games?

And "heart blood," at that?

Why don't you just rip your heart out and stew it for him!