393: Chapter 393 Cherry Red Fruit

The moonlight was like water, and Shui Liuli stood prettily outside the door.

She wore a Xuanming Immortal-Retaining Dress, the color transitioning from the aqua blue at her shoulders and neck to the deep purple at her waist, like a clear stream flowing through the quiet night.

The dress fabric was thin and light, clinging to her body to outline the budding curves of a young girl; her waist was slender, and the swell of her chest, though petite, already revealed a soft, beautiful silhouette.

Her silver hair shimmered with an aqua-blue luster under the moonlight, and her violet eyes were brimming with light, reflecting the candlelight.

"Liuli? What are you doing here?"

Shui Liuli's small face flushed slightly, her eyes darting about as she moved closer, her arm brushing against Ling Hao's chest.

"Revered Master,"

She shook the two Talismans in her hand and said in a sweet, cloying voice, "Great Senior Sister made the Empathy Talisman sound so mysterious. Could you teach me? I just can't seem to draw it right~"

Ling Hao sensed that she was exceptionally different tonight, and his mind wavered, but he did not point it out.

"Come in and sit."

Inside the room.

Shui Liuli sat down opposite him, intentionally letting the hem of her dress slide up a bit to reveal a long stretch of her fair, slender calf.

She feigned adjusting her skirt while secretly observing Ling Hao's reaction from the corner of her eye.

The candlelight was dim, and the faint scent of a young girl's body intermingled in the air with the lingering scent of milk, diffusing a hint of unspeakable ambiguity.

Shui Liuli picked up one Empathy Talisman, stuck it to the inside of her slender wrist, and then picked up the other, handing it toward Ling Hao.

"Revered Master, is this... how we share sensations?"

Ling Hao did not take the Talisman; instead, he reached out, his fingertips gently stroking her flushed cheek before sliding down to her petite chin and lifting it slightly.

Shui Liuli's body trembled, and she obediently tilted her head back.

Their lips met with a tentative gentleness.

Shui Liuli responded awkwardly, her breathing growing heavier.

The kiss gradually deepened, spreading from her soft lips to her burning cheeks, sensitive earlobes, and slender neck...

Small, unbearable whimpers escaped Shui Liuli's throat, and her small hands climbed onto Ling Hao's broad shoulders in a panic.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Shui Liuli panted, suddenly realizing something, and looked down at the Talisman on her wrist, then at the one on the back of Ling Hao's hand.

"Revered Master, why... is this Talisman having no effect? I should be able to feel what you feel..."

Ling Hao's lips curled slightly; he took the Talisman off the back of his hand, spiritual light flowing from his fingertips as he quickly traced a few strokes over the Talisman patterns, then stuck it to her wrist.

"This Talisman is ineffective on me. However, if you want to feel... I can give you something else."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down again.

The candlelight flickered, casting their silhouettes against the wall.

Kisses fell like a sudden rainstorm, prying open her pearly teeth to claim every inch of softness.

Shui Liuli was kissed until she was almost suffocating, small whimpers overflowing from her throat as her hands gripped his shoulders and back tightly, her fingertips nearly digging into his clothing.

A warm, large hand reached into her thin dress, stroking her smooth, delicate back.

The ties of the Xuanming Immortal-Retaining Dress were at her waist; with a deft flick of his fingertips, the dress loosened.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing her round, petite shoulders and a corner of her light-blue bodice.

The Empathy Talisman grew slightly warm, and an unprecedented tingling sensation instantly swept over Shui Liuli's entire body.

It was the temperature coming from Ling Hao's palm, the trembling stirred by his fingertips as they roamed, and the shivers ignited when his breath fell upon her skin.

The Talisman amplified everything she could perceive several times over and transmitted it back to her.

"Revered Master... wu..."

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, and her whole body softened like a pool of spring water.

Outside the window, the night wind brushed through the bamboo forest with a soft rustling sound, making the atmosphere inside the room feel even more scorching.

I don't know how much time passed before Shui Liuli, as if drained of all strength, collapsed into Ling Hao's arms, her small face flushed, breathing slightly.

She closed her eyes, a trace of moisture still hanging from the corner of her mouth, and murmured, "Revered Master... so... this is how comfortable it is..."

Ling Hao chuckled softly, his fingertips wiping away the moisture from her lips, "Did you come over tonight specifically to 'seduce' your Revered Master?"

Shui Liuli's body stiffened, and her eyes darted around.

She indeed thought so—Cangming was in a deep sleep inside her, which meant no one was watching her and Revered Master tonight... but how could she dare to say that out loud?

"I... I just came to ask about the Talisman..." She dodged the question, her gaze drifting around the room, when she suddenly remembered the ( ) she drank during the day.

"Revered Master, then this ( )... where did you get it?"

She blinked, "It smells... and tastes... just like the ( ) I drank from my mother when I was little..."

Words she didn't dare to say during the day were now spoken without reservation.

Ling Hao smiled, "Guess."

Shui Liuli's eyes lit up; she leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice, "Then this... it's from Lady Shi Ji, right? The first time I saw Lady Shi Ji, her chest was even bigger than Third Senior Sister's. And I heard Sect Leader Shi calls her Mother..."

She paused, her voice even lower, "My mother used to... have them too. I still remember."

Ling Hao looked at her in silence. She really was a little clever thing.

Wait, she could taste it, but what about Xiao He and the others? Would they also?

Shui Liuli giggled softly and buried her face in his chest, her muffled voice carrying a teasing tone, "Revered Master, how did you get it? Was it by coercion or inducement?"

She lifted her head again, her violet eyes full of mischief, "If I drank it... do I have to call her Mother too?"

Ling Hao flicked her smooth forehead with his finger, "What nonsense are you spouting? This was obtained by trading with her."

—Saying it was obtained by trading wasn't wrong, it's just that before the trade, he didn't know it was hers... that's all.

Shui Liuli covered her forehead but smiled even more happily, "Revered Master, you admitted it! Then... then I want to drink more."

Ling Hao couldn't help but laugh; his gaze swept over the spirit fruit on the table, and suddenly remembering something, his lips curled into a meaningful arc.

"I have a spirit fruit on me whose juice is comparable to stone heart jade marrow. It is called—Cherry Vermilion Fruit."

"Cherry Vermilion Fruit?" Shui Liuli blinked curiously, "What is that? Take it out and let me see."

Ling Hao reached out and took out an object.

It was a plump and large spirit fruit, dark red in color, its surface shimmering with a lustrous sheen, emitting a sweet and alluring fragrance.

Shui Liuli leaned in to smell it, and the fragrance seeped into her nose, actually making her somewhat intoxicated. She widened her eyes and looked—so... big?

Ling Hao's deep voice fell by her ear, "Come, just eat it slowly. Open your mouth..."

He held the stem of the Vermilion Fruit and gently brought it to her lips.

Shui Liuli obediently opened her mouth and took the Vermilion Fruit into her mouth. The warm, moist wrapping brought a strange sensation; she clumsily held it in her mouth, but it was difficult to swallow in one bite, and she didn't know how to bite into it.

Suddenly, she felt a warm, large hand reach into her thin dress, stroking her smooth, delicate back, its fingertips deftly untying the ribbon behind her light-blue bodice, and caressing...

The Empathy Talisman on her wrist grew slightly warm, and a deeper, more intense tingling sensation instantly swept over her entire body.

She subconsciously bit down gently—the Vermilion Fruit broke.

Sweet, delicious juice overflowed, slowly flowing down the corner of her mouth.

"Don't rush... taste it carefully..."

Ling Hao's voice was deep and gentle; one hand stroked her hair, and the other stroked her back, "Slower... taste it slowly..."

Tears welled in the corners of Shui Liuli's eyes, but she slowed her movements as instructed, carefully sucking on the sweet juice. The warm current slid down her throat, incredibly nourishing and comfortable.

After a long while, she finally finished eating the large Vermilion Fruit, moisture still hanging from the corner of her mouth, her small face flushed, breathing unevenly.

Ling Hao's fingertips wiped away the fruit juice from her lips, and he asked softly, "How was it? Does this fruit juice lose to that stone heart jade marrow?"

Shui Liuli shook her head, her violet eyes shimmering with water, unable to speak.

She tilted her head back and swallowed the juice in her mouth.

Upon swallowing, the Qi inside her body surged suddenly—it was actually a sign of a Breakthrough!

Ling Hao was slightly startled, then immediately let go, allowing her to sit cross-legged and regulate her breathing.

A moment later, Shui Liuli opened her eyes, her eyes filled with surprise, "Revered Master! I... I am at the ninth layer of Soul Transformation!"

Ling Hao was also somewhat surprised; this had actually helped her directly achieve a Breakthrough of a small Realm.

He lowered his eyes to look at his tear-stained little disciple, her flushed small face, her dazed violet eyes, her slightly red and swollen lips... everything was plucking at his heartstrings.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting her half-unfastened dress, the slipped shoulder strap, the faintly visible light-blue bodice...

Ling Hao's eyes deepened.

Just as he was about to make a move—

The door was suddenly pushed open.