Chapter 151 This soup is a little too hot.

The night was as dark as ink, but Purple Bamboo Peak was not peaceful.

Inside the kitchen, firelight flickered.

Su Ye wore an apron, his expression as focused as if he were refining a Ninth-Grade Imperial Pill.

He stirred the soup spoon gently.

In the pot, pieces of crystal-clear tofu floated among emerald-green spiritual vegetables, like white jade inlaid with jadeite.

Aroma.

An indescribable, wonderful fragrance slipped through the door crack as if it had eyes.

"Gulp."

A sound of swallowing saliva came from outside the door.

Then a second, then a third.

"Senior Brother..."

Qin Yurou's voice rose faintly, carrying the unique trembling tone of a glutton, "I want to go in."

"No, you don't."

Su Ye didn't even look back, adding a pinch of finely chopped ten thousand year spiritual onion, "This is a medicinal meal for Revered Master to regulate her internal Qi. You can't handle such supplements; if you eat it, you'll explode."

"I'm not afraid of exploding!"

Qin Yurou pressed against the door crack, squeezing her cute little face into a pancake shape, "I just want a sip of soup! Just one sip!"

"Move aside."

A cold voice cut in.

Lin Qingzhu.

She held the ten thousand year profound ice marrow she had just obtained, but she had no heart to Cultivate now. Standing behind Qin Yurou, her eyes were fixed on the pot.

"I also feel like my cultivation is blocked," Lin Qingzhu said expressionlessly, spouting nonsense, "I need this soup to suppress it."

"Oh my, Third Junior Sister's excuse is truly awful."

Jiang Wanyin giggled and squeezed over, still carrying the smoky scent of the Pill Furnace.

She wore a red dress with a slightly open neckline, looking at Su Ye's back with alluring eyes.

"Senior Brother, I was just refining the Condensing Fire Pill, and I'm feeling very hot and restless."

Jiang Wanyin licked her red lips, "If I could drink a sip of the soup Senior Brother made himself, even if it were poison, I would gladly drink it."

Outside the door, three women put on a show.

Inside the door, Su Ye calmly sprinkled the last of the green onions.

Pot off.

Soup served.

His movements were fluid and natural, without a trace of worldly dust.

"Whoosh—"

The kitchen door opened.

The three Junior Sisters were about to rush in instantly.

"Freeze."

Su Ye spat out a single word.

His word was law.

The three figures instantly froze in place, maintaining their clawing postures, looking ridiculous.

"I already said, this is for Revered Master."

Su Ye carried the tray, passed between the three, stirring up a fragrant breeze that made mouths water.

"Senior Brother! You're biased!" Qin Yurou shouted in grief and indignation.

"You could at least leave me the bottom of the bowl!" Jiang Wanyin was unwilling to give up.

Lin Qingzhu gritted her teeth, staring at Su Ye's back: "Senior Brother, are you going to the back mountain?"

Su Ye's footsteps paused.

He turned back.

Revealing a meaningful smile.

"Revered Master summoned me to provide guidance."

"As the Senior Brother of Purple Bamboo Peak, I have an obligation to help Revered Master resolve her worries."

"Including, but not limited to, feeding her soup."

After speaking, Su Ye's figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

Only the three Junior Sisters left frozen at the door, staring at each other.

"It's over."

Qin Yurou closed her eyes in despair, "Senior Brother is going to be tortured by that Devil Head again. Every time he goes to the back mountain, he has to hold his waist when he walks the next day."

Jiang Wanyin, however, narrowed her eyes, lost in thought.

"Strange."

"Didn't Revered Master used to practice fasting? Why has her appetite gotten better recently?"

"And..."

Lin Qingzhu continued coldly: "And the scent on Senior Brother is becoming more and more like Revered Master's."

...

Back mountain, Forbidden Ground.

The fog here never dissipates, carrying a warm scent of sulfur.

Su Ye navigated the three killing Formations and unlocked the two layers of Restriction with ease.

This was the restricted area of the entire Primordial Origin Holy Land.

It was also Leng Yueli's private territory.

In front, a hot spring was hidden in the depths of the Purple Bamboo forest.

Amidst the swirling water mist, an extremely graceful figure was faintly visible.

She had her back to Su Ye, her dark hair like a waterfall, cascading down her smooth, jade-like back.

Above the water surface, her exposed fragrant shoulders were round and fair, like mutton-fat jade.

"You're here?"

The voice was cold, carrying a hint of laziness, and a few traces of imperceptible anticipation.

"I'm here."

Su Ye restrained his usual playful demeanor, his eyes becoming somewhat hot.

He placed the tray on the bluestone by the shore.

"Emerald White Jade Soup, Revered Master, drink it while it's hot."

"Hmph."

Water splashed.

Leng Yueli slowly turned around.

Water droplets slid down her stunning collarbone, disappearing into that breathtaking curve.

That was a scene capable of driving the entire cultivation world crazy.

But at this moment, this scene belonged only to Su Ye.

"Why did you only come now?"

Leng Yueli glanced at him, with a hint of resentment in her beautiful eyes, "Are those three girls that difficult to deal with?"

"Isn't it because I was making soup for Revered Master."

Su Ye squatted down, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and blew on it gently.

"I used fifth-grade spiritual materials and simmered it for three full hours."

Leng Yueli looked at the spoon delivered to her mouth, but did not open it.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Su Ye's hand.

"Did you wash it?"

"I washed it."

"What did you wash it with?"

"With..." Su Ye smiled helplessly, "I used the Dust Cleansing Technique, and also used the 'Immaculate Spiritual Spring' you bestowed upon me. I washed it three times."

"Hmph, that's about right."

Leng Yueli then slightly opened her red lips, taking the spoon.

The soup entered her mouth, fresh and fragrant.

But her mind was clearly not on the soup.

"Is it good?" Su Ye asked.

"Average."

Leng Yueli said one thing while thinking another, though the tip of her tongue subconsciously licked the soup stain on her lip, "It doesn't compare to the grilled fish that night."

Su Ye smiled.

He put down the bowl, his burning gaze fixed on the beauty in the water.

"The soup is finished."

"Should we get down to business now?"

Leng Yueli's pretty face flushed red, her originally cold temperament instantly collapsing, revealing a bit of a young girl's shyness.

She subconsciously shrank back into the water.

"What business?"

"This Seat... This Seat reached a Bottleneck in cultivation recently and needs to meditate."

"Really?"

Su Ye took off his outer robe.

One step, two steps, he stepped into the water.

The warm spring water instantly enveloped his whole body.

He arrived in front of Leng Yueli; the distance between them was close enough to touch.

They could even feel each other's breathing.

"You are in the Ninth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing Realm, and I am your Disciple."

Su Ye reached out, gently wrapping his arms around that waist that could be held in one hand; the sensation was shockingly smooth.

"If Revered Master is at a Bottleneck in cultivation, this Disciple's 'Pure Yang Body' can just happen to help Revered Master."

"That is Dual Cultivation... that is an excuse..."

Leng Yueli's body softened, and she leaned into Su Ye's arms.

Although her words were firm, her body was very honest.

For these three hundred years, she had been ascetic and high above.

Until she met this Rebellious Disciple who transmigrated from Blue Star.

This Rebellious Disciple was not only unafraid of her, but dared to tease her, and even...

"Don't Move."

Su Ye lowered his head, gently kissing that swan-like elegant neck.

"Ugh..."

Leng Yueli trembled all over, letting out a soft moan that made one's bones melt.

"Yeer..."

This call lacked her usual majesty, leaving only endless tenderness.

"That Lin Qingzhu..."

At this moment, she actually still remembered this matter.

"Hmm?" Su Ye's hands had already begun to be restless.

"In the future... you are not allowed to touch her head."

Leng Yueli bit Su Ye's shoulder, like a little tiger declaring sovereignty, "That is This Seat's privilege."

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll listen to Revered Master."

Su Ye smiled dotingly, "Then Revered Master, shouldn't you reward your Disciple?"

"What reward do you want?"

Leng Yueli raised her head; that face which countless Saints and Prodigies dared not look at directly was now covered in blushes, her eyes misty.

"That bowl of soup just now was to nourish Revered Master's body."

Su Ye leaned into her ear and whispered something.

"Boom!"

Leng Yueli's face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

"Rebellious Disciple! You... you are rebellious!"

"What? Revered Master doesn't like it?"

"I..."

Leng Yueli bit her lip, and finally just buried her head in Su Ye's chest, her voice as quiet as a mosquito.

"Be gentle..."

Water splashed.

The mist became thicker.

That night, the water temperature of the hot spring behind Purple Bamboo Peak seemed to be higher than usual.

...

The next morning.

Daybreak.

Su Ye walked out of the back mountain, feeling refreshed.

Although he hadn't slept all night and had even spent it in "high-intensity exercise," he felt full of strength at this moment.

This was not just physical and mental pleasure.

It was also the improvement of his cultivation.

Dual Cultivation with a Tribulation Crossing Realm Great Power had unimaginable benefits.

Although Revered Master had deliberately suppressed the spiritual power feedback to protect his Foundation, Su Ye still felt that his cultivation had improved by another level.

"It seems that eating soft rice is the primary productive force for cultivation."

Su Ye stretched, humming an unknown tune, and returned to the main square of Purple Bamboo Peak.

However.

The scene before him made him freeze.

On the square, it was not the mess he had imagined.

On the contrary.

It was extremely eerie... diligence.

"Hah!"

With a delicate shout, Lin Qingzhu held the Autumn Water Sword, the sword covered with a thin layer of frost.

Every time she swung the sword, tiny ice crystals condensed in the air.

The effect of the ten thousand year profound ice marrow was immediate; her "Listening Rain Sword Intent" had actually acquired a trace of "frozen rain" killing intent overnight.

On the other side.

"Rise!"

Jiang Wanyin sat cross-legged, surrounded by firelight.

That originally violent and uncontrollable flame was now as obedient as a child, dancing at her fingertips, condensing into an exquisite fire lotus.

The Condensing Fire Pill not only improved her cultivation but also purified her Fire Spirit Root.

Even the laziest Qin Yurou.

At this moment, she was actually sitting in the middle of a pile of Top-Grade Spirit Stones, forming seals with both hands, cultivating with her eyes closed.

Although there was still saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, the spiritual power surging on her body was real.

"This..."

Su Ye touched his chin, "It seems that last night's shock therapy was very effective."

"Senior Brother!"

Seeing Su Ye appear, the three women stopped their movements almost simultaneously.

Three gazes shot over in unison.

Carrying scrutiny, carrying inquiry, and even carrying a trace of... sourness.

"Ahem."

Su Ye coughed tactically twice, putting his hands behind his back, striking the pose of a strict teacher.

"Not bad, it seems none of you were lazy last night."

"That's for sure."

Jiang Wanyin stood up, patted the dust off her skirt, but her eyes circled around Su Ye.

"Senior Brother's complexion is good."

She smiled, "It seems Revered Master's 'guidance' was very thorough."

"That is natural."

Su Ye remained calm, "Revered Master is a Great Power of this age; a few words of guidance from her are better than ten years of my hard work."

"Is that so?"

Lin Qingzhu walked over, her nose sniffing slightly.

"Senior Brother, you smell like..."

Su Ye's heart tightened.

Did I not wash it off completely?

"What is it?"

"You smell of rouge," Lin Qingzhu said coldly. "Revered Master doesn't use rouge."

Su Ye: "..."

Damn it.

That was the 'Red Phoenix Scented Balm' Revered Master had specifically applied when she was aroused last night, claiming it was to spice things up.

How is this girl's nose so sharp?

"Third Junior Sister, you're mistaken."

Su Ye lied with a straight face, "That's the scent of the purple bamboo flowers from the back mountain mixing with the sulfur from the hot springs, creating a chemical reaction."

"Chemical reaction?"

Qin Yurou tilted her head. "What kind of Cultivation Technique is that?"

"A... very profound Alchemy technique."

Su Ye hurriedly changed the subject. "Alright! Since you've finished your Cultivation, let's inspect the results!"

His gaze swept over the three.

"The Sect's Grand Competition is almost here."

"Since you've received so many resources, if anyone fails me during this competition..."

Su Ye sneered, revealing his white teeth.

"I'll throw her into the back mountain to serve as Revered Master's foot-washing maid!"

"Ah?!"

The three turned pale simultaneously.

Serve as a foot-washing maid for that cold-hearted female Devil Head?

They'd rather be killed!

"I'll practice! I'll practice right now!" Qin Yurou was so scared she jumped up.

Watching the training ground return to a feverish pitch, Su Ye quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Good thing I managed to fool them.

Just then, the Jade Slip in his robes vibrated again.

Su Ye took it out and glanced at it, his lips curling upward involuntarily.

It was a message from Leng Yueli, containing only a few brief words:

"Next time, add more green onions."

"Also, my waist is sore; you're not allowed to come tonight."

Su Ye's fingers flew as he replied:

"As you wish, Revered Master."

"Then this Disciple will make 'Squirrel Mandarin Fish' for you tonight; I guarantee it will satisfy you, Revered Master."

After sending the message, Su Ye looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.

He couldn't keep this bowl of water perfectly level, but as long as the largest bowl was filled, the others seemed to barely maintain their balance.

"Chief Su!"

Just then, a shout came from the foot of the mountain.

It was that Sun Changhai again.

But this time, he hadn't come alone.

He was followed by several deacons wearing Taiqing Peak robes, their heads bowed and eyes lowered, looking as if they were attending a funeral.

"Chief Su! The Taichu Holy Lord has issued an order!"

Sun Changhai knelt outside the mountain gate, holding a golden token high above his head, his voice trembling.

"The Purple Bamboo Peak is... required to participate in the 'Inter-Peak Martial Arts Competition' three days from now!"

Su Ye raised an eyebrow.

The Inter-Peak Martial Arts Competition?

Wasn't that just a flex to show off each peak's strength?

In previous years, because the Purple Bamboo Peak had so few people—and because Revered Master was lazy—they had basically always abstained.

Why were they being singled out to participate this time?

"Whose idea was this?" Su Ye asked indifferently.

"It... it is the Holy Lord's will," Sun Changhai said, wiping away cold sweat. "And the one from Taiqing Peak... said they wanted to see exactly what was so extraordinary about the Disciples personally taught by Peak Master Leng."

"Oh?"

Su Ye smiled.

It was a cold smile.

They want to see?

This was clearly because the Purple Bamboo Peak had received too many benefits recently, and some people were jealous. They wanted to use the competition as an excuse to suppress them, right?

"Fine, I understand."

Su Ye turned around to look at the three Junior Sisters behind him, who were still shivering from the mention of being a 'foot-washing maid'.

"Did you hear that?"

"Someone wants to make a joke out of us."

Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner.

"Three days from now."

"I want the entire Primordial Origin Holy Land to know."

"That the people of Purple Bamboo Peak can not only eat meat."

"But we can also break their teeth off!"

"Hum—"

The Autumn Water Sword in Lin Qingzhu's hand let out a passionate ring.

The fire lotus at Jiang Wanyin's fingertips instantly surged three feet.

Even Qin Yurou clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with a light called 'protecting food'.

"They dare to steal our resources?"

Qin Yurou gritted her teeth. "I don't care if it's Taiqing Peak or Taizhuo Peak, they can go to hell!"

Su Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Very good.

This was more like the soldiers he, Su Ye, had trained.

However...

Su Ye rubbed his still-aching waist.

Revered Master would definitely go to watch the competition in three days, right?

By then... this Shura field would likely escalate into a real battlefield.

Purple Bamboo Peak, training ground.

The atmosphere was scorching, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

It wasn't just a collision of Spiritual Power; it was the burning of hormones.

"Since Senior Brother said that whoever fails will have to pour the foot-washing water," Jiang Wanyin said, her eyes brimming with charm as she wound a strand of hair around her finger, "then I'm afraid Third Junior Sister will be the one to take that position."

"Boom!"

A fire lotus bloomed in her palm, sending waves of heat rolling outward.

Her red dress fluttered in the heat, straining under the pressure and vaguely revealing her snow-white skin.

"Senior Brother~" Jiang Wanyin called out coquettishly. "I'm so hot. This Fire Spiritual Root's power is too overbearing. If it burns my clothes, Senior Brother will have to take responsibility."

Su Ye's eye twitched.

Was this cultivation?

This was clearly an excuse to get him to 'cool her down' by touching her.

"If Second Senior Sister can't handle it, then go down and rest." Lin Qingzhu's face was as cold as frost as she flicked her Autumn Water Sword.

"Crack."

The ground instantly froze, the ice spreading all the way to Jiang Wanyin's feet.

"Oh!"

Jiang Wanyin slipped, her body falling backward in an exaggerated motion—aimed with extreme precision right into the arms of Su Ye, who was watching the fight.

Good calculation.

Su Ye inwardly praised. This wasn't a slip; it was clearly an attempt to throw herself into his arms.

But he didn't Move, because someone was faster than him.

"Second Senior Sister, be careful!"

Although Qin Yurou was lazy, her speed when 'protecting her food' was comparable to teleportation.

She rushed over like a small cannonball, firmly bracing Jiang Wanyin's back.

"Second Senior Sister, I'll support you! I'm very strong!"

Jiang Wanyin stiffened. She looked back at the brat who had ruined her plans and gritted her teeth.

"Qin... Yu... Rou!"

"Hehe."

Qin Yurou looked innocent. "Senior Brother said that fellow Disciples should help each other."

Su Ye sat in an armchair nearby, holding a cup of tea with a smile on his lips.

This wasn't a Cultivation world; this was clearly a palace drama.

"That's enough."

Su Ye set down his teacup. "Practice for another half an hour. Whoever hasn't mastered their new Move by then will have their extra meal tonight canceled."

"An extra meal?!"

The three women's eyes brightened simultaneously.

"Listen to the Rain Sword Intent, fall!"

"Red Lotus Karma Fire, explode!"

"Nine Apertures Exquisite, turn!"

The training ground instantly erupted into chaos as Spiritual Power flew everywhere and gravel shattered.

Su Ye watched this scene and nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, only good food and beauty were the primary productivity of Purple Bamboo Peak.

...

Night fell.

Purple Bamboo Peak fell into silence once again.

Except for the kitchen.

Su Ye hummed a tune, his kitchen knife moving so fast it left behind afterimages.

A plump Mandarin fish underwent its final transformation on the chopping board.

Deboned, scored, coated in batter, and dropped into the hot oil.

"Sizzle—"

It turned golden and crispy, the aroma wafting through the air.

He poured a ladle of special sweet and sour sauce over it, leaving it a brilliant, glossy red, like a work of art.

"Squirrel Mandarin Fish, done."

Su Ye skillfully set up an isolation Formation to prevent the aroma from drifting out and attracting those three greedy cats.

Then, his figure flashed, and he vanished into the night, heading straight for the Forbidden Ground in the back mountain.

He was familiar with the path.

He didn't even trigger the Restrictions, because Revered Master had long since secretly given him access to bypass them.

By the hot spring, Leng Yueli was not in the water.

She lay on her side on a blue stone couch, draped in light purple gauze that outlined her breathtaking curves.

Her long hair was untied, falling loosely.

She held an ancient book in her hand, but she was clearly distracted, her gaze drifting toward the entrance from time to time.

"You're here?"

Hearing footsteps, she didn't turn around, but her voice softened.

"I've kept you waiting, Revered Master."

Su Ye smiled and walked closer, setting down the tray. "It's fresh out of the pan. If it gets cold, the texture won't be as good."

Leng Yueli set down the ancient book. Her beautiful eyes swept over the plate of Squirrel Mandarin Fish before finally landing on Su Ye's face.

"You smell like cooking oil."

She wrinkled her nose in distaste, yet her body was honest; she scooted to the side, making enough room on the couch for Su Ye.

"This Disciple will go wash up."

Su Ye made to leave.

A jade-like wrist reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Come back."

Leng Yueli glared at him, her expression full of charm. "Who told you that you could leave?"

"Then what does Revered Master mean..."

"Feed me."

Leng Yueli parted her red lips slightly, looking as if it were only natural.

She was a Tribulation Crossing Realm Great Power.

She was the sky above Purple Bamboo Peak.

And most of all, she was Su Ye's... secret lover.

Su Ye picked up a piece of fish, carefully blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"Revered Master, I've picked out all the fish bones."

Leng Yueli took the fish into her mouth. The sweet, sour, and crispy flavors exploded on her tongue, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, like a satisfied cat.

"Not bad," she evaluated. "Better than that Emerald Soup from last time."

"I'm glad you like it, Revered Master."

Su Ye fed her another piece, though his gaze drifted, landing on her collarbone beneath the light gauze.

A small red mark from the previous night still remained there.

It was one he had left.

"What are you looking at?"

Leng Yueli noticed his gaze, her pretty face flushing slightly as she pulled her robes together.

"I'm looking at how beautiful Revered Master is."

Su Ye spoke the truth. "In the Three Realms, no one can compare to even a ten-thousandth of Revered Master's beauty."

"Smooth talker."

Leng Yueli snorted, though she clearly enjoyed it. "If those three girls heard you, who knows what kind of trouble they'd cause."

At the mention of those three Disciples, Leng Yueli's expression turned slightly more serious.

"Taiqing Peak has ill intentions regarding this Inter-Peak Martial Arts Competition."

She pushed away the chopsticks Su Ye offered and sighed softly.

"That old thing, the Peak Revered Master of Taiqing Peak, has always coveted the resources of the Purple Bamboo Peak. This Sun Changhai is merely a scout."

"I know."

Su Ye set down the chopsticks and took Leng Yueli's hand. It was soft and boneless.

"When soldiers come, we use generals to block; when water comes, we use earth to cover."

A cold glint flashed in Su Ye's eyes.

"Since they want to make a joke out of us, let them watch all they want. But in the end, it won't just be them crying; I'll make them spit out everything they've swallowed."