Chapter 73 Master's Unbearable Thirst

The morning light was faint, and purple energy came from the east.

Inside the bamboo building at the peak of Purple Bamboo Peak, although the alluring spring scenery had faded, the air was still permeated with a sweet, intoxicating scent that made one blush and heart race.

Su Ye was shirtless, his well-defined muscular lines glowing with a jade-like luster under the morning sun.

After a night of "Yin and Yang Fusion," coupled with the nourishing medicinal power of that ten thousand year soul nurturing grass, the terrifying scars on his back now only remained as a few faint pink marks.

Full of energy.

This was the only feeling Su Ye had at this moment.

Looking at the bed, that Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak of the Primordial Origin Holy Land, who shook the Eastern Wasteland with her might, was currently clutching the brocade quilt, like a lazy Persian cat, lacking the strength to even move a finger.

"Gurgle..." An extremely untimely sound broke the silence in the room.

Leng Yueli's pretty face, which had originally carried a hint of sleepiness and satisfaction, instantly flushed with a crimson hue.

She pulled the quilt up in a fit of shy annoyance, trying to cover her burning cheeks.

As a dignified Tribulation Crossing Realm Great Power, she had long since been fasting for years, needing only to breathe the wind and drink the dew.

But the consumption over these past few days had been simply too great.

Whether it was the tension of her mind or the almost crazy demanding and giving from last night, it had all caused her to develop a long-lost sense of hunger.

"Hungry?" Su Ye turned his head, a playful, wicked smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

"Non... Nonsense!" Leng Yueli tried to maintain her dignity as Revered Master, but her voice was soft and sweet, sounding as if she were acting coquettishly.

"This Revered Master has long since been fasting and has detached from the mortal cycle of five grains, so how could I feel hungry?"

"Is that so?" Su Ye raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping unscrupulously over the undulating curves beneath her brocade quilt.

"But last night Revered Master sweated so much, and shouted so... cough, it was straining on the throat, the physical exertion was huge."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to say that!" Leng Yueli was so ashamed and angry she wanted to die, grabbing a jade pillow and throwing it at him.

Su Ye caught the jade pillow with one hand, the smile in his eyes deepening.

"Fine, fine, I won't say it."

"Since Revered Master isn't hungry, this Disciple was originally thinking of using the most essential heart-protecting meat of that 'Scarlet Flame Molten Lava Flood Dragon' to stew a pot of nourishing soup for Revered Master..."

"Since Revered Master won't eat it, this Disciple will have to take it to feed Wangcai."

After saying this, Su Ye made a move to walk out.

The brocade quilt on the bed moved.

Then, a fair, jade-like arm stretched out, somewhat eagerly tugging at the corner of Su Ye's clothes.

"That..." Leng Yueli poked half of her head out, her black hair messy, her eyes flickering.

"Since it is a piece of filial piety from this Disciple... If this Revered Master doesn't eat, wouldn't it chill your heart? Very well, this Revered Master will reluctantly... taste it."

Looking at this woman whose only hard part was her mouth, Su Ye's heart softened.

This was an old monster who had lived for three hundred years.

How could she be this cute?

"As you command, my Queen."

Su Ye turned his hand to hold that soft hand, placed a light kiss on it, and then turned to walk towards the sandalwood table in the room.

"Whoosh—" Su Ye waved his hand casually.

A large piece of dark red flesh exuding a scorching aura appeared out of thin air on the table.

That was the essence of the Scarlet Flame Molten Lava Flood Dragon—the heart-protecting meat.

As soon as this meat appeared, the temperature in the room instantly rose by a few degrees.

The meat was crystal clear, and one could faintly see magma-like patterns circulating within it, emitting a rich, mouth-watering meaty aroma.

"This is... that Nascent Soul Stage Flood Dragon?" Leng Yueli's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Although she had heard Su Ye mention it, seeing such a blood-flesh treasure medicine with her own eyes, she couldn't help but feel shocked.

This level of Yao Beast flesh was a supreme treasure for a Body Cultivator, and also had miraculous effects for a Cultivator to nourish Qi and blood.

"How do you make it?" Leng Yueli curiously poked her head out.

There was no stove here, nor any ordinary fire.

"Hehe, Revered Master just watch." Su Ye smiled mysteriously.

He fumbled in his storage ring for a long time.

Finally.

"Thud!" With a muffled sound, a large cauldron with an ancient shape, covered in complex inscriptions, and emitting a faint green light, was heavily placed on the ground by him.

Leng Yueli's eyes instantly widened into circles.

"This... is this the 'Mountain and River Demon Suppressing Cauldron'?!"

"This is an Earth Rank High Grade Divine Artifact! When this Revered Master passed it to you, it was for you to use to save your life!"

"You... you are using it to..."

Su Ye looked matter-of-fact: "To stew meat, of course."

"This cauldron heats evenly, has its own Spiritual Qi circulation, and can perfectly lock in the essence of the Flood Dragon meat, preventing the medicinal power from being lost."

"It is simply a Divine Artifact born for stewing meat."

"Besides, what Magic Treasure or not, if it can stew a good pot of soup for Revered Master, even if it were an Emperor Weapon, it is still just a pot."

Leng Yueli opened her mouth, wanting to reprimand this prodigal son.

But hearing that last sentence, the scolding that was on the tip of her tongue was swallowed back.

Instead, a sweet, warm current welled up in her heart.

"Twisted logic..." She snorted softly, but no longer blocked him.

Su Ye flicked his finger.

"Clang—" That Earth Rank Black Prison Blade, which had killed countless powerful enemies in the Secret Realm, was now transformed into a kitchen knife.

As the cold light flashed, that incomparably tough Flood Dragon meat was sliced into pieces as thin as cicada wings, each piece uniform in size and thickness.

"Ignite." Su Ye gave a low shout.

He didn't use ordinary fire, but a wisp of pale purple flame shot out from his fingertip.

That was the "Purple Extreme True Fire," passed down solely through the line of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Usually, it was a supreme true fire used for Alchemy and Artifact Refining.

At this moment, however, in Su Ye's hands, it was obediently licking the bottom of the Mountain and River Demon Suppressing Cauldron.

"Gurgle... gurgle..." Before long, a pleasant boiling sound came from inside the cauldron.

Su Ye didn't just put in the Flood Dragon meat.

Like a magic trick, he pulled out handfuls of Spirit Medicine exuding intense Spiritual Qi from his storage ring.

"This is a five-hundred-year-old Purple Ginseng, for replenishing Qi."

"This is a one-thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma, for beauty."

"This is..." Su Ye muttered as he tossed them in.

Leng Yueli's eyelids twitched as she watched.

Any of these Spirit Medicine, if taken out, could cause Foundation Establishment Stage or even Golden Core Stage Cultivators to fight over them outside.

Some were even precious to her.

Now, they were being tossed into the pot all at once by this prodigal Disciple as if they were Chinese cabbage.

"Yeer... wouldn't that be too nourishing?" Leng Yueli was somewhat worried.

She understood the principle that a weak body cannot handle too much nourishment.

"Rest assured, Revered Master, this Disciple knows what he is doing." Su Ye didn't turn his head, his hands not stopping.

Finally, with great heartache, he took out a small jade bottle and carefully dripped a drop of milky white liquid into it.

"Boom—!" The moment that drop of liquid entered the cauldron, an intensely rich, exotic fragrance instantly erupted.

The originally clear soup base instantly turned into an alluring milky white, with a layer of pale golden oil floating on the surface.

That fragrance aggressively drilled into her nasal cavity.

Just by smelling it, Leng Yueli felt the dormant Spiritual Qi in her body begin to cheer and leap, and her limbs and skeleton felt warm.

"This is... ten thousand year stalactite milk?!" Leng Yueli couldn't sit still anymore.

Wrapped in the quilt, she instantly teleported from the bed to the side of the cauldron.

How was this a pot of soup? One pot of this, and even a Nascent Soul Cultivator would probably be burst directly!

"Done." Su Ye clapped his hands, extinguishing the true fire in his palm.

He took out a small white jade bowl, filled it with a full bowl of soup, and placed a few pieces of crystal-clear Flood Dragon meat on top.

He turned around and looked at his Revered Master, who was wrapped in a quilt and staring straight at the bowl.

"Come, Revered Master, eat while it's hot."

Su Ye didn't hand the bowl to her.

Instead, he held the bowl himself, took a spoon, and gently blew on the heat.

Then, he brought the spoon to Leng Yueli's delicate, dripping red lips.

"Ah—"

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

"I... I have hands myself..."

"No." Su Ye's attitude was firm, but his eyes were so gentle they could drip water.

"Revered Master is currently a 'patient' and needs this Disciple's service."

"And..." He leaned in closer, his warm breath spraying onto her face.

"This is also a piece of this Disciple's heart, can Revered Master bear to refuse?"

Leng Yueli looked at the man in front of her.

He was clearly a Disciple, yet he was as domineering as a king.

But somehow, she fell for this routine.

"Then... just one bite."

She looked quickly at the tightly closed door and windows like a thief, afraid of being seen by that Disciple.

A dignified Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, being fed like a child.

If this got out, how could she still face people?

Her red lips parted slightly.

She took the white jade spoon into her mouth.

"Mmm..." The moment the soup entered her mouth, Leng Yueli's eyes suddenly lit up.

Savory! The ultimate savory taste!

The rich meaty aroma of the Flood Dragon meat, mixed with the delicate fragrance of various Spirit Medicine, and neutralized by the ten thousand year stalactite milk, fused together perfectly.

There was not a trace of fishiness, only that sense of satisfaction that struck the Soul.

The meat slices melted in her mouth, turning into a surging heat flow that slid down her throat into her abdomen.

"Boom!" Following that, a huge and pure energy exploded in her abdomen.

It was pure Qi and blood power, domineering and wild.

Leng Yueli only felt a surge of heat rush from her Dantian straight to the top of her head.

Her originally pale face instantly became rosy, even abnormally red.

"So hot..." She couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

A layer of fine, fragrant sweat seeped out on her forehead.

Every cell in her body seemed to be cheering, greedily devouring this energy.

The feeling of emptiness caused by the damage to her Divine Soul and excessive Dual Cultivation was being filled at an astonishing speed.

"Is it good?" Su Ye asked with a smile, scooping up another spoonful.

"Mmm..." This time, Leng Yueli didn't refuse again.

Even before the spoon was brought over, her body had honestly leaned forward slightly.

Spoon after spoon.

Soon, the full bowl of the Flood Dragon nourishing soup was finished.

"Do you want more?"

"Mmm..." Leng Yueli felt like she was a little drunk.

Not drunk on alcohol. But "Spirit drunk."

That huge energy was surging in her body, making her consciousness somewhat floaty.

Her eyes became blurry, watery, as if they were about to drip water.

Looking at this handsome and extraordinary Disciple in front of her, the love and dependence in her heart reached its peak at this moment.

"Yeer..." She reached out her hand and wrapped it around Su Ye's neck.

Her burning cheeks pressed against his chest.

"You are so good to this Revered Master..."

At this moment, she was no longer some high and mighty Peak Revered Master, nor was she that three-hundred-year-old Tribulation Crossing Realm Great Power.

She was just a little woman being pampered by the man she loved.

Su Ye put down the bowl.

He hugged her soft, boneless body back.

Feeling the astonishing heat coming from her body.

"You are my Revered Master, and also my woman. If I'm not good to you, who would I be good to?"

Su Ye's hand gently stroked her beautiful hair.

"This Flood Dragon meat is Yang in nature, most nourishing."

"Although the cold poison in Revered Master's body has been removed, the foundation is still a bit weak."

"In the future, I will make it for you every day."

"I will raise you up nice and plump."

Hearing the words "nice and plump," Leng Yueli couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That's raising a pig..." She gave him a coquettish roll of her eyes.

"However..." She seemed to feel something, and her body twisted slightly.

The heat of that Flood Dragon meat seemed to be... a bit too vigorous.

Not only did it replenish her Qi and blood, it also triggered a kind of primitive desire within her.

Especially at this moment, pressed tightly against Su Ye's body full of masculine aura, Leng Yueli felt the fire in her body burning brighter and brighter.

"Yeer..." Her voice became somewhat hoarse, with a hint of unbearable panting.

"Why is it that after drinking this soup... my body is even hotter?"

Su Ye seemed to have expected this.

He looked down at his Revered Master in his arms, whose face was like a peach blossom and whose eyes were like silk, and the wicked smile on the corners of his mouth could not be hidden.

"That... I forgot to tell Revered Master."

"This Scarlet Flame Molten Lava Flood Dragon is inherently a Yao Beast with extreme lust."

"This heart-protecting meat is the essence of essences."

"Besides greatly nourishing Qi and blood, it also has a small... side effect."

Leng Yueli was stunned. Then she realized.

She suddenly looked up, glaring at Su Ye.

"You... you did this on purpose?! Rebellious Disciple! Are you trying to kill this Revered Master?"

She felt like she was about to explode.

That kind of dry heat seeping from her bone marrow made her wish she could find an ice hole to jump into right now.

Or... find a vent.

"How can this be called harm?" Su Ye looked innocent.

"This is also part of the healing."

"Moreover, if this medicinal power is not 'refined' in time, it might hurt Revered Master's Meridians."

As he spoke, his hands began to wander restlessly on her burning back.

"Revered Master. It seems we have to 'work hard' again. This is to refine the medicinal power, this is for Cultivation."

Leng Yueli bit her lip.

The clarity in her eyes was being swallowed by desire bit by bit.

She knew this was twisted logic. But she... could not refuse.

Or rather. She didn't want to refuse at all.

"Little bastard..." She cursed in a low voice.

Then. She suddenly looked up and took the initiative to kiss that mouth she both loved and hated.

"If Wanyin and the others find out... I will castrate you!"

Su Ye replied vaguely: "Don't worry, they are all honestly farming."

"This peak of Purple Bamboo Peak... even if the sky falls, no one would dare to intrude."

"Thud!" That was the sound of the Mountain and River Demon Suppressing Cauldron being kicked away casually.

Following that, was the sound of clothes tearing.

The morning light was just right. The bamboo shadows swayed.

Inside the room, that pot of unfinished Flood Dragon meat soup was still emitting rolling heat.

As if silently witnessing this absurdity and deep affection between the two Revered Master and Disciple.

"Mmm... gently... Rebellious Disciple..."

"Call me Husband."

"Hus... Husband..."

Vaguely. A few crisp bird chirps came from outside the bamboo building.

And that Restriction that had been covering the bamboo building seemed to become even thicker.

Completely isolating the alluring scenery inside the room that was enough to make the heavens and earth lose their color.

At the waist of the mountain. Spirit Medicine Garden.

Lin Qingzhu, who was squatting on the ground carefully planting a "Nine-Leaf Ice Lotus," suddenly paused.

She looked up with some confusion, looking towards the direction of the peak.

"Strange... why does it feel like the fluctuation of the Restriction at the peak has become stronger again?"

Jiang Wanyin, who was beside her, was sticking her butt out, counting the pile of shiny Yao Beast cores.

Hearing this, she said without raising her head: "Hi, Revered Master must be healing Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother was so heavily injured this time, Revered Master must be using some powerful methods."

"Let's not worry blindly. Let's just finish this work quickly, so when Senior Brother comes down, we can split the loot... ah no, I mean distribute the resources."

Lin Qingzhu nodded thoughtfully.

"That's true. Revered Master treats Senior Brother like her own child, she will definitely do her best to treat him. I hope he gets better soon."

The innocent Third Junior Sister and the greedy Second Junior Sister did not know.

The Revered Master they respected and loved was currently using a "special" way to "heal" their Senior Brother.

If they knew, I'm afraid the sky over Purple Bamboo Peak would collapse.