Chapter 134 A Bowl of Tiger Broth

Purple Bamboo Peak, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

As the heavy purple sandalwood door closed completely, all the noise from the outside world was shut out by a powerful Restriction.

Inside the bedchamber, the candlelight flickered.

Leng Yueli leaned her back against the door. The Aura of the Peak Revered Master that usually commanded respect and awe receded like a tide, replaced by a hint of panic and coquettishness that she only ever revealed in front of Su Ye.

"Yeer, just now... was Revered Master too fierce?"

She bit her lower lip gently. Her watery eyes, which would have made anyone who saw them drop their jaws, were looking at Su Ye with trepidation.

Su Ye stopped pretending.

His back no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt, and the sickly pallor on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a wicked smile.

He stepped forward, reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist, and leaned in to deeply inhale the scent from the crook of her neck.

"Revered Master looks even more charming when you're fierce."

"Especially that energy you used to drive them all away just now—it truly made your Disciple's heart race."

"You glib-tongued rascal!"

Leng Yueli chided, struggling symbolically, but her body went soft like a pool of water, allowing Su Ye to lift her up and walk toward the wide cloud-silk soft couch.

"We agreed you would only stay in the outer room..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, her cheeks turning red enough to bleed.

Su Ye chuckled, laid her down gently, and then covered her body with his own.

"That was just for show for the outsiders."

"Inside this barrier, is there any distinction between an inner and outer room?"

"Does Revered Master not want to help your Disciple... vent some heat?"

Looking at the face she had been longing for and feeling his scorching breath, Leng Yueli felt her last line of defense collapse instantly.

Three hundred years of cultivation had been destined to end in an irreversible downfall the moment she met this Rebellious Disciple.

"You wretch..."

A night of passion followed.

The next morning.

Just as dawn broke, the tranquility of Purple Bamboo Peak was broken by the sound of stealthy footsteps.

Su Ye was lying sprawled out on the hard couch in the outer room—this was where his Revered Master had kicked him out just before dawn, her face flushed red.

After all, one had to put on a full act.

"Creak—"

The window was quietly pushed open a crack.

A large, round eye pressed against the gap, darting around inside.

Immediately after, an overwhelmingly rich, meaty aroma wafted in through the window slit.

It was the smell of tiger penis soup, brewed overnight with dozens of potent, nourishing Spirit Medicines!

"Senior Brother? Are you awake?"

Jiang Wanyin lowered her voice, acting like a thief.

Su Ye's mouth twitched, but he had to pretend to be asleep. Not only that, he had to pretend to be so weak that he groaned in his sleep.

"Ugh... water..."

The window was forcefully pushed open.

A red figure darted in like lightning, carrying a black clay pot larger than her own face.

"Senior Brother! You're finally awake!"

Jiang Wanyin was full of excitement, having completely thrown the punishment of "reflecting on her mistakes" to the back of her mind.

Like she was presenting a treasure, she shoved the clay pot under Su Ye's nose.

"Quick! Drink it while it's hot!"

"This is the 'Tyrant's Rejuvenation Soup' I brewed all night using Samadhi True Fire! I've even boiled the tiger penis until it dissolved!"

"Just one sip! I guarantee you'll be full of vigor immediately. Forget one Revered Master, even ten..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Su Ye was choked to tears by the pungent, fishy, spicy smell and almost died on the spot.

"Second... Second Junior Sister..."

Su Ye raised his hand weakly, trying to push away the deadly pot of soup.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the Cliff of Reflection?"

"Oh, that place? I go there when I want and leave when I want."

Jiang Wanyin waved her hand dismissively, scooped up a spoonful of the black liquid, and tried to feed it to Su Ye.

"Never mind that, drink up! This is all for the sake of your 'happiness'!"

Just then.

"Bang!"

The bedchamber door was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Qingzhu, dressed in white with a cold, snowy expression, walked in carrying a bowl of greenish soup that emitted a bitter medicinal scent.

Behind her was Qin Yurou, who was poking her head in, holding several thousand-year-old Purple Ginseng roots she had just dug up, still smelling of fresh earth.

"Second Senior Sister, are you trying to poison Senior Brother to death?"

Lin Qingzhu glanced coldly at the pot of black soup, a flash of undisguised disdain in her eyes.

"The Crimson Flame Tiger is fierce by nature. Senior Brother is currently suffering from rising deficiency fire; if he drinks this tiger penis soup, it will only make him explode and die."

Jiang Wanyin stiffened, then flew into a rage:

"Lin Qingzhu! What do you mean by that?"

"This is highly nourishing! Do you even know what 'highly nourishing' means?"

"What is that green stuff in your bowl? It looks like poison. Are you trying to kill Senior Brother with bitterness?"

Lin Qingzhu remained expressionless and walked straight to Su Ye's bedside, pushing Jiang Wanyin aside.

"This is 'Heart-Clearing Lotus Seed Soup,' supplemented with Nine-Leaf Ice Grass. It is the best for gentle nourishment, reducing fire, and conditioning the Foundation."

"Senior Brother, drink mine."

She scooped up a spoonful of the green medicinal soup and blew on it gently. Her movements were extremely elegant, but her eyes held an undeniable firmness.

"No! Drink mine!"

Jiang Wanyin refused to be outdone and thrust another spoonful of black soup toward Su Ye's mouth.

"Mine tastes better! And it's more potent!"

"Senior Brother, eat the ginseng! Eat the ginseng!"

Qin Yurou also squeezed over and shoved the unwashed Purple Ginseng into Su Ye's hand.

"I begged for a long time before the squirrel was willing to dig out its private stash!"

Three women make a drama.

Three Junior Sisters were surrounding one bed, and the things in their hands were all more lethal than the last.

Su Ye was sandwiched in the middle, looking at the black soup on the left, the green medicine on the right, and the muddy ginseng in his arms, feeling his head grow as big as a bushel.

Is this a blessing of having multiple wives?

This is clearly a Shura field!

And... what was most lethal was that he could feel a cold gaze from the inner room, piercing through the screen and staring fixedly at this place.

Revered Master was awake.

And, Revered Master was jealous.

"Cough, cough... well..."

Su Ye tried to smooth things over, "I appreciate the kindness of you Junior Sisters, but..."

"No buts!"

Jiang Wanyin and Lin Qingzhu said in unison. They looked at each other, and sparks flew.

"Senior Brother, you must choose one!"

Jiang Wanyin looked at him with red eyes, aggrieved.

"Is it that you dislike my cooking? This is my first time cooking..."

Although Lin Qingzhu didn't speak, her hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly, her eyes slightly red, wearing an expression that said, "If you don't drink it, I'll cry for you to see."

Qin Yurou was even more direct, hugging Su Ye's thigh and starting to fake cry:

"Wuwuwu, Senior Brother doesn't love us anymore..."

Su Ye was sweating profusely.

Is this the legendary death trap question?

Choosing anyone would offend the other two, and worse, it would offend the most powerful one inside!

Just at this critical moment.

"Presumptuous!"

A cold and majestic voice, like ice shards in the depths of winter, instantly froze the air in the entire bedchamber.

From behind the screen, Leng Yueli walked out slowly.

Her hair was not tied up; three thousand strands of black hair were draped loosely. She wore only a pale purple robe, revealing a noble, inviolable Aura amidst her laziness.

Only her slightly swollen lips and the faint red mark visible at her neckline signaled the intensity of the battle last night.

"Mas... Revered Master!"

The three Disciples were startled, nearly dropping the soup bowls in their hands.

Leng Yueli swept her gaze across the three, finally fixing it on Su Ye's innocent face, and snorted coldly in her heart.

This Rebellious Disciple who attracts bees and butterflies!

"Making such a racket early in the morning, what kind of decorum is this?"

She walked to the bedside, ignored the two bowls of soup entirely, sat down directly beside Su Ye, and straightened Su Ye's collar as if to declare her sovereignty.

"Did you not see that your Senior Brother needs to rest?"

"Jiang Wanyin, I told you to reflect on your mistakes. Did you treat my words as wind in your ears?"

Jiang Wanyin shrank her neck and muttered softly:

"I... I was just worried about Senior Brother..."

"Worried?"

Leng Yueli sneered, her gaze falling on the black clay pot.

"Is this your idea of worry?"

"Tiger penis is extremely Yang. Are you trying to make your Senior Brother lie in bed for the rest of his life?"

Jiang Wanyin's face turned pale, and she dared not speak.

"And you."

Leng Yueli looked at Lin Qingzhu, "As a healer, you don't think about prescribing the right medicine, but instead, you get jealous and lose your composure."

"This Heart-Clearing Lotus Seed Soup is good, but he is currently suffering from Qi and blood deficiency. Can he withstand this cold nature?"

Lin Qingzhu bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Disciple knows her wrong."

"Since you know you are wrong, take these things away."

Leng Yueli waved her hand as if shooing flies.

"From now on, Su Ye's meals and daily life will be taken care of by Revered Master personally. You don't need to interfere."

"Ah?"

The three looked up in unison, faces full of disbelief.

Revered Master... taking care of him personally?

That aloof Revered Master who never touches spring water with her fingers and even needs Disciples to brew her tea, wants to take care of someone personally?

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Leng Yueli narrowed her phoenix eyes, and the pressure of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage flashed and vanished.

"No... No opinion!"

The three shook their heads in unison, like bobbleheads.

"Then withdraw!"

Just as the three were dejected and preparing to leave.

"Boom—"

A loud noise suddenly exploded outside Purple Bamboo Peak.

The entire mountain peak shook violently, dust flew, and even the beams of the bedchamber rattled.

"Leng Yueli! Get out here!"

An old and furious roar, wrapped in terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, instantly spread throughout the entire Primordial Origin Holy Land.

That was the anger of a powerhouse at the Mahayana Stage!

"It's that old bastard Elder of the Enforcement Hall!"

Jiang Wanyin's face changed, and a fierce look appeared in her eyes.

"You beat the small one, so the old one comes! Does he really dare to attack?"

Lin Qingzhu also had a solemn expression, her hand pressing on her sword hilt.

"Elder Zhao is at the Perfection of the Mahayana Realm, just one step away from Undergoing Tribulation. Coming here this time, I'm afraid he comes with ill intent."

Su Ye lay on the bed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He could feel that at least a dozen people had arrived outside, not only Elder Zhao but also several Elders from the Law Enforcement Hall.

This formation, they were trying to force the palace.

The originally lazy expression of Leng Yueli turned cold as frost the moment she heard this voice.

She stood up slowly, straightened her collar, and a look of contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of her mouth.

"A good Elder of the Enforcement Hall."

"It seems that in this Primordial Origin Holy Land, some people have forgotten who is the owner of this Purple Bamboo Peak."

She looked back at Su Ye, her eyes instantly softening.

"Yeer, you rest."

"Wait for Revered Master to go shoo away these flies, and then I'll come back to... 'apply medicine' for you."

She said the last two words very softly, but they carried a hint of ambiguity that only the two of them understood.

Su Ye nodded obediently, clutching his chest, looking like he was very weak.

"Revered Master, be careful."

...

Outside Purple Bamboo Peak.

Dozens of beams of light hovered in the air, surrounding the entire peak tightly.

At the lead was an old man in grey robes, his hair and beard bristling, his face flushed red, his surrounding spiritual power as violent as a volcano about to erupt.

It was none other than Zhao Yan.

Behind him followed several middle-aged men wearing the attire of the Law Enforcement Hall, all looking solemn.

"Leng Yueli! Hand over the murderer!"

"Your good Disciple Jiang Wanyin actually dared to slaughter my mountain-protecting Spirit Beast in broad daylight!"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I will raze your Purple Bamboo Peak to the ground!"

Zhao Yan was trembling with rage.

That Crimson Flame Tiger was something he had spent hundreds of years of painstaking effort to nurture, and it was just about to reach the Soul Transformation Stage, yet it was killed by that crazy girl to make soup?

This is simply going too far!

"Raze Purple Bamboo Peak to the ground?"

A cold, clear voice seemed to descend from the Nine Heavens.

The next moment.

The palace doors swung wide open.

Leng Yueli stepped out, her figure instantly appearing in mid-air.

Her purple robes fluttered in the wind, her stunningly beautiful face was covered in frost, and the terrifying Aura of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, Nine Heavens, descended like an ancient sacred mountain, crashing down!

"Thump!"

Those Disciples behind Zhao Yan, who were only at the Soul Transformation Stage or Dongxu Realm, instantly could not withstand this pressure and fell from the sky like dumplings, kneeling on the ground.

Even Zhao Yan himself let out a muffled groan, his figure swaying slightly, his expression becoming even uglier.

"Elder Zhao, you have quite the big mouth."

Leng Yueli stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze disdainful, like a supreme empress.

"I am right here; how do you plan to raze it?"

Zhao Yan forcibly steadied his figure and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Peak Master Leng! Even if you are in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, you cannot indulge your Disciple in committing such crimes!"

"That Crimson Flame Tiger is a Spirit Beast registered in the Holy Land; Jiang Wanyin killed it without reason, violating the sect rules, and deserves to be put to death!"

"All the Elders of the Law Enforcement Hall are here; are you trying to shield a criminal?"

Several Elders of the Law Enforcement Hall also showed difficult expressions and cupped their hands, saying:

"Peak Master Leng, this matter... Junior Disciple Jiang has indeed gone too far."

"Gone too far?"

Leng Yueli sneered, then suddenly turned to the side, pointing at Su Ye, who was being helped out of the palace door below by Lin Qingzhu, his face as pale as paper.

"You only know that the beast is dead, but have you ever asked why it died?"

Everyone's gaze instantly fell upon Su Ye.

Su Ye was possessed by the spirit of an acting Revered Master at this moment.

Every step he took, he gasped for breath three times; his figure was swaying, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

His originally handsome face was now deathly pale without a trace of blood, his eye sockets sunken, looking as if he had been drained of his essence by some evil spirit.

"Cough, cough..."

Su Ye let out a heart-wrenching cough, and a trace of blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth (which he had secretly bitten his tongue tip to produce).

"Elder Zhao..."

His voice was weak, filled with endless desolation.

"Disciple Su Ye... was already poisoned by a strange toxin, hanging by a thread..."

"Yesterday... Elder Zhao's Spirit Beast suddenly went mad, wanting to devour this Disciple..."

"Second Junior Sister, in order to save me... had no choice but to kill it..."

"And..."

Su Ye paused, a glimmer of longing for life showing in his eyes.

"The physician said... only the Crimson Flame Tiger's tiger penis... could serve as a medicinal ingredient to suppress the cold toxin in this Disciple's body..."

"Second Junior Sister was trying to save a life!"

These words were spoken with tears and heartbreak, deeply moving.

Combined with his appearance of being on the verge of death, it instantly won the sympathy of many present.

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Yan was so angry his beard was crooked.

"My tiger is usually very docile; how could it go mad?"

"And what kind of bullshit cold toxin requires a tiger penis as an ingredient? It's clearly just..."

"Just what?"

Leng Yueli coldly interrupted him, her gaze like a knife.

"Does Elder Zhao mean that my Disciple Su Ye is lying?"

"Or are you saying that in your eyes, the life of my Purple Bamboo Peak's Head Disciple isn't even worth as much as your beast?"

With such a heavy accusation dropped on him, Zhao Yan was instantly speechless.

How could he respond to that?

Say it's not worth it? That would be disregarding sect fellowship, cold-blooded and heartless.

Say it is worth it? Then the tiger died for nothing?

"Since it was to save a life, why not report it first?" an Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall asked with a frown.

"In an emergency, one must act accordingly!"

Leng Yueli was extremely overbearing.

"At that time, Su Ye's poison flared up, and his life was in danger; how could there be time to report?"

"What? If my Disciple died, would your Law Enforcement Hall take responsibility?"

She took a step forward, Sword Qi surging around her, as if she would strike the next second.

"I'll say this much today."

"The tiger was killed, and the soup was drunk."

"If Su Ye gets better, that's fine; if he doesn't, I don't mind going to Elder Zhao's beast garden again to pick a few nourishing Spirit Beasts to stew!"

"You... you..."

Zhao Yan pointed at Leng Yueli, trembling with rage, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This is not reasoning at all!

This is clearly daylight robbery! It's blatant favoritism!

"Leng Yueli! You are going too far!"

Zhao Yan roared, brandishing a long saber burning with raging flames, and the Aura of the Mahayana Realm Perfection fully erupted.

"Today, I will clean up the sect for the Holy Land!"

"Clean up the sect? Just you?"

Leng Yueli's eyes turned cold, and she grasped the air with her right hand.

"Zheng—"

A clear sword hum resounded through the heavens and earth.

On Purple Bamboo Peak, thousands of purple bamboos instantly bowed, as if paying homage to a king.

A crystal-clear purple long sword appeared in her hand.

That was her life-bound Holy Weapon—the Purple Heaven Divine Sword!

"Since you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end!"

Before the words fell, she had turned into a purple rainbow, instantly appearing in front of Zhao Yan.

There were no fancy Moves.

Just a simple slash of the sword!

"Boom!"

The heavens and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds rolled backward.

The terrifying Sword Qi directly tore through the Void Realm, carrying an earth-shattering momentum, and slashed fiercely onto Zhao Yan's flaming long saber.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

That Earth Rank High Grade flaming long saber was actually covered in cracks under this single sword strike!

"Puff!"

Zhao Yan was struck as if by lightning, flying backward, spraying blood, and smashed directly into a peak in the back mountain, causing a landslide.

One strike!

Just one strike!

The gap between the Tribulation Transcendence Stage and the Mahayana Stage is like a chasm!

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking in terror at the purple figure floating in the air.

Too strong!

This is the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, the Leng Yueli who is known as the number one female Sword Fairy of the Primordial Origin Holy Land!

"Get lost."

Leng Yueli put away her sword and stood, coldly spitting out one word.

The few Elders of the Law Enforcement Hall were so scared their faces turned pale, not daring to stay any longer, they quickly carried the heavily injured and unconscious Zhao Yan and fled from Purple Bamboo Peak.

As the last trace of dangerous Aura dissipated in the air, this thrilling crisis was finally resolved.

Leng Yueli floated down lightly from the high sky like a Fairy, her stunning figure seeming to blend into the surrounding environment, making one intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

However, facing those panicked and fleeing enemies, Leng Yueli didn't even give them much attention, only walking firmly towards Su Ye.

At this moment, Su Ye had long since become the center of attention—

He was tightly surrounded by three beautiful Junior Sisters, his face overflowing with reverence for his own Revered Master.

"Revered Master is just too cool!" Jiang Wanyin's cheeks were flushed like the evening glow, her beautiful eyes sparkling with starlight, as excited as if she had met an idol.

"Revered Master... Disciple... Disciple's chest hurts..."

Leng Yueli looked at this Rebellious Disciple with exaggerated acting skills, a flash of helpless amusement in her eyes.

But on the surface, she still maintained her cold and aloof appearance.

"Since your chest hurts, then return to the room."

"I have a method of 'Dual Cultivation for Healing' here, which might be able to alleviate your pain."

Su Ye's eyes lit up.

Dual Cultivation for Healing?

This is good! This is wonderful!

"Yes... Disciple obeys."

Amidst the envious and worried gazes of the three Junior Sisters, Leng Yueli once again, in front of everyone, "helped" Su Ye into the palace.

"Bang!"

The door closed heavily again.

A barrier rose.

Outside the door, Jiang Wanyin scratched her head, looking puzzled:

"Strange, when did Revered Master learn medical skills?"

Lin Qingzhu looked at the tightly closed door, her brows slightly furrowed, seemingly thinking of something, her earlobes turning slightly red.

"Perhaps... that is a 'secret remedy' that only Revered Master can use."

...

Inside the palace.

As soon as Su Ye entered the room, he was pressed against the door panel by Leng Yueli.

"Ma... Revered Master?"

Su Ye looked at the Empress before him, whose Aura was fully unleashed, and gulped.

Leng Yueli extended a finger, lifting his chin, her eyes hazy and dangerous.

"You acted well just now."

"Painting me as so righteous, willing to offend an Elder just to save you."

"Tell me... how should I reward you?"

Su Ye chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"As long as it's given by Revered Master, this Disciple likes it."

Leng Yueli let out a soft moan, and the majesty she had just gathered instantly disintegrated.

"Smooth-tongued!"

"However... since that was the trouble caused by the tiger penis soup..."

Her beautiful eyes rolled, carrying a hint of provocation.

"Then shouldn't you let me see now, whether that tiger penis soup... is actually effective?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ye felt his blood boiling.

Can this be endured?

If he endured this, he wouldn't be a man!

"Revered Master, excuse me!"

He swept Leng Yueli up into his arms and strode towards the bed.

"Today, this Disciple will let Revered Master know what it means to 'defy one's Revered Master and destroy one's ancestors'!"

Outside the window, the purple bamboos swayed, rustling.

As if covering the spring scenery in that room, and as if telling the most unspeakable secret on this Purple Bamboo Peak.

And for Su Ye.

This is the cultivation life he yearned for most after his Transmigration.

Although, his waist was indeed a bit sore.