350: Chapter 350 Celestial Divine Ship, Two Beauties of the Tea Ceremony

Deep within the tianque divine boat, inside Shui Liuli's cabin.

Ling Hao and Shui Liuli sat cross-legged opposite each other. Both opened their eyes at the same time.

Ling Hao slowly withdrew his hand from Shui Liuli's forehead. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze landed heavily on her face.

Seeing her Revered Master with such an expression, Shui Liuli felt her heart tighten and asked cautiously:

"Revered Master, what did you... talk about with her?"

"Nothing much,"

Ling Hao shook his head, his tone calm. "We only discussed the possibility of separating the two of you."

"Is it difficult?" Shui Liuli pressed.

"It is very difficult."

Ling Hao said bluntly, "So you must double your efforts to Cultivate. Perhaps... once you reach the Mahayana Stage, there might be a glimmer of possibility."

Upon hearing this, Shui Liuli playfully stuck out her tongue:

"Is it that hard? This Disciple understands."

She obediently accepted.

Leaving Shui Liuli's cabin, a sentence from Cangming in his Sea of Consciousness still echoed in Ling Hao's mind.

"Her body is perfectly compatible with mine, as if tailored for me. The connection between her and me cannot be severed."

Cangming was the name Ling Hao had given to that dark blue woman, the Heavenly Dao of the Water Element Realm.

Ling Hao felt a headache coming on.

The connection between Shui Liuli and Cangming was far more complex than the situation he had previously handled with Yingying and Yue Xinxi. This was no longer a simple physical or Soul entanglement, but more like a connection of the Laws of the Origin Dao.

But why was it like this? What role did the will of the Three Provinces Realm's Heavenly Dao play in this?

He reined in his thoughts and swept his gaze across the interior of the divine boat. Thinking of this expedition, Yu Zhaohua was also among those accompanying them, and Ling Hao had intended to find another opportunity to interact with her on the boat.

However... just now, he received a voice transmission from Nangong Mei and Baili Qiao, wanting to conduct a tea ceremony.

Ling Hao turned and walked toward the main cabin, pushing the door open. Inside, Nangong Mei and Baili Qiao had been waiting for a long time.

Nangong Mei leaned lazily on a soft couch, her thick black hair loosely gathered to one side, secured casually with several golden-red long pins. Her feet were bare, and her legs were slightly bent, her posture as lazy as a cat.

Her black smoke-gauze robe was as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, with only dark red brocade embroidered with enchanting mandalas barely covering her most crucial, plump areas.

A slender beaded chain wrapped around her waist, which could be spanned by a single hand, shimmering slightly under the candlelight. The proud whiteness beneath the light gauze heaved and fell, creating deep ravines.

Her makeup was even more bold and striking. The upturned dark red eyeshadow blended toward her temples, with fine gold powder dotted at the corners of her eyes. Her dark red lips, like overripe cherries, were full and dripping, exuding an aura of mature and direct temptation.

Baili Qiao sat upright on a meditation cushion, appearing slightly reserved.

In front of her was a deep purple lace bodice, with bold cutouts at the two centers, shaped like blooming flowers. Her lower body was tightly wrapped by a deep purple, almost transparent gauze "hip-wrap strap," and that exceptionally full and perky peach-shaped hip was revealed in every detail beneath the thin gauze, as if a ripe fruit ready to burst forth.

The skin-revealing light purple lace stockings extended all the way to the top of her thighs, creating an alluring fleshy look.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red with misty moisture. Wisteria-colored lip gloss made her lips look lustrous and full, and the blush blended to under her eyes, making her look as if she were slightly tipsy. Tiny purple diamond stickers on her earlobes and collarbone shimmered like dewdrops under the lights.

Nangong Mei's eyes drifted, and her red lips curled into a charming smile.

"The Sect Master has returned."

She lazily propped herself up, the gauze sliding down, her snowy skin trembling slightly. Baili Qiao lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed even more deeply, and she replied in a soft voice:

"Sect... Sect Master."

Ling Hao's gaze swept over them, and he understood in his heart. Sure enough, as he had expected, they had come to "complete" what was left unfinished last time.

"I've kept the two Elders waiting."

Ling Hao's lips curled slightly as he stepped into the cabin and sat down at the tea table.

"I gained a lot from tasting tea with Ling Ling last time."

Ling Hao's gaze lingered on the two of them. "It was just a pity that I couldn't fully enjoy it with you two back then."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Mei smiled and said:

"The Sect Master is right. Today, Qiaoqiao and I want to properly learn the essence of your tea ceremony."

As she spoke, she naturally moved to Ling Hao's left side, her plump body almost pressing against him, and her warm breath brushed against Ling Hao's arm, appearing and disappearing.

Seeing this, Baili Qiao hesitated for a moment, then also blushed and moved to Ling Hao's right side to sit down. Although not as bold as Nangong Mei, the two of them closing in from left and right instantly caused the temperature in the space to rise.

"Sect Master, it's time to take out your tea set, right?" Nangong Mei said sweetly.

Ling Hao turned his head, looking at the expectation in Nangong Mei's eyes, the curve of his lips deepening.

"Alright."

With a flick of his wrist, a uniquely shaped black-gold glazed Dragon-patterned pot appeared on the table.

Unlike ordinary teapots, the body of Ling Hao's teapot was robust, and the spout was long and straight, pointing directly to the sky, gleaming with a dark luster under the lamplight.

"The first step of making tea, warming the pot, is meant to wash away the dust and warm its inner essence."

Ling Hao's gaze fell on Nangong Mei's face.

"Elder Nangong, why don't you take on the task of warming the pot?"

Nangong Mei's gaze swept over the teapot, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Alright."

She reached out her slender jade hand and gently grasped the teapot. Her palm was warm, and the Qi within her body circulated and was slowly injected into it.

The black-gold pot body gradually warmed up, and the spout trembled slightly in her palm, as if it had come to life.

"Mmm... it's warmed."

Nangong Mei let go, her slender fingers hooking lightly as she lifted the hem of her gauze robe, taking out a small, exquisite wine-red sunflower-mouth cup from somewhere. The cup's rim was rounded, and the inner wall was smooth as grease.

"The Sect Master's tea is rare, so it should be paired with treasures."

She placed the cup on the table, the cup body trembling slightly. "My sunflower-mouth cup... has never been used by anyone else."

She turned to Baili Qiao, her eyes teasing.

"Qiaoqiao, what about yours?"

Baili Qiao's face was like a rosy cloud. She didn't dare to look at Ling Hao, keeping her head lowered as she took a light purple cup with a constricted mouth from her waist. The cup was delicate, its rim slightly tightened, exuding a subtle, coy restraint.

Ling Hao's gaze lingered on the two cups and he praised:

"Good cups! Truly... peerless cups."

That gaze was scorching, clearly admiring the owners of the cups.

Ling Hao took out high-quality Red Robe tea and Purple Bamboo Shoot tea, placing them into the wine-red sunflower-mouth cup and the light purple constricted-mouth cup respectively.

"The second step, waking the tea, requires the sleeping tea leaves to awaken during a brief soaking, so that their deeply hidden fragrance can be completely released."

Ling Hao poured spiritual spring water into the black-gold pot, and with his Qi driving it, the boiling water inside instantly rolled, and steam rose.

He picked up the black-gold pot and moved the spout toward the wine-red sunflower-mouth cup.

The porcelain touched, making a crisp "ding" sound. The boiling hot water poured in like a torrent, rushing violently into the cup.

The Red Robe tea leaves were agitated in the cup, rolling and expanding violently. The intense fragrance accompanied by the scorching steam rushed onto Nangong Mei's face, causing her pretty face to instantly flush red as if drunk, and her full breasts heaved with her rapid breathing.

Then, Ling Hao slightly turned his wrist, and the spout moved toward the light purple constricted-mouth cup. This time, the water flow became gentle, and the clear, cold boiling water poured into the cup like a trickling stream. The Purple Bamboo Shoot tea leaves spun elegantly at the bottom of the cup, unhurriedly stretching and sinking, and a secluded fragrance rose, forming a deep and tranquil vortex at the mouth of the cup.

Baili Qiao couldn't help but lean forward slightly, closing her eyes and sniffing lightly, her expression intoxicated.

The steaming heat permeated between the three of them, carrying moist sounds.

Nangong Mei couldn't hold back. Her slender fingers picked up her wine-red cup, her red lips parted slightly, and she took a small sip of the scalding hot, thick Red Robe soup.

"Mmm... ah..."

She let out a satisfied moan, then grabbed Ling Hao's wrist, her fingertips gently rubbing against his skin, her eyes hazy with desire as she said,

"Sect Master, this Red Robe... is indeed domineering and intense, leaving one... with an endless aftertaste. Could you... give me some more?"