475: Chapter 475 Guanlan Mountain Pavilion

Before looking for Ye Xinglan, Ling Hao went to find Huang Yutong first, asking her to go to the Small World to pass on a message.

Huang Yutong agreed, her eyes curving into crescents: "The Elders and Disciples will definitely be very happy when they hear this."

Ling Hao further instructed her to find some Elders and Disciples who were willing to handle Sect affairs.

Huang Yutong was somewhat puzzled, but Ling Hao smiled: "You will know later."

After giving his instructions, Ling Hao returned to Haoran Tower. A sweep of his Divine Sense caught that small figure.

The corners of his mouth hooked up, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

A startled cry came from a side room on the third floor: "You... what are you here for?"

"Hehehe—what do you think I want to do? A big child corrupting little children deserves a little punishment!"

Ling Hao's gaze fell upon the small figure by the side of the bed. Ye Xinglan was sitting on the edge of the bed, her white-silk-clad small feet suspended in mid-air, the hem of her deep purple star-patterned Dao robe pressed beneath her thighs, revealing a section of her knee wrapped in thin silk.

She kept a straight face, but a flash of guilt flickered in her purple eyes.

"You taught the three little ones those messy things, hmm?" Ling Hao approached step by step.

"Don't you like it?" Ye Xinglan was self-righteous, her small feet wrapped in white silk stepping directly over, her arches tensed, toes pressing against his chest through the thin silk.

Ling Hao grabbed that ankle.

Ye Xinglan shuddered, and her other foot kicked over, but he took the opportunity to grab that one too.

"Like it?" Ling Hao raised an eyebrow. "Only wearing silk stockings—that was you, right? Sending your feet to my lips—that was you too, right? And saying 'I like eating feet'—hmm?"

Ye Xinglan turned her face away, the roots of her ears slightly red: "...They begged me, I just said it casually."

"Is that so?" Ling Hao held her feet together in his palm, his fingertips sliding slowly along the silky insteps to her toes, gently kneading them one by one. "What else did you teach?"

Ye Xinglan bit her lower lip, refusing to speak.

Ling Hao leaned down, leaning close to her ear: "Not talking? Then I'll have to use corporal punishment to extract a confession."

Once he finished speaking, Ling Hao lifted her feet upward, forcing her to lie back on the couch. The hem of her Dao robe slid down, revealing two lengths of thighs wrapped in white silk.

"What are you doing!"

"Punishing you." Ling Hao spoke unhurriedly. "I admit, first, I am a lolicon."

"Secondly, I am a lolicon."

"Then, I am a lolicon."

"Next, I am a lolicon. Finally—" Ling Hao paused, bending down again to whisper in her ear: "I am still a lolicon!"

Outside the window, an unknown little bird landed on a branch, pecking at nectar, occasionally emitting a few crisp chirps.

This was a bird the size of a palm, covered entirely in gradient goose-yellow feathers; the back was a warm goose-yellow, gradually transitioning to a soft pale moon-white toward the belly.

The fluffy feathers made it look like a round little velvet ball.

Inside the window, a few fragmented snippets of conversation drifted out—

"You... don't bite there... it tickles..."

"Where does it tickle? Here? Let me help you scratch it."

"Not there... you bastard..."

"Then it must be here?"

"Mm... don't..."

"Hold me up..."

"Alright."

"Hold me... go over there..."

The little yellow bird fluttered its wings and flew away, whether it was startled or felt the nectar wasn't sweet enough, who knows.

Inside the side room.

Ye Xinglan leaned in Ling Hao's arms, the white silk piled messily at her ankles, her voice languid: "I plan to take Qianqian to the Central Continent. She is a Phantom Moon Gliding Sparrow, and her ancestral home is in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Coming here this time was also to say goodbye."

Ling Hao frowned slightly: "If you leave the range of the Three Continents, your cultivation will drop back to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage."

Ye Xinglan felt warmth in her heart and rubbed against his chest: "It doesn't matter, I'll just be careful."

Ling Hao flipped his hand to take out a jade pendant and dozens of sword talismans, stuffing them into her hand: "Take these. Below the seventh level of Mahayana, one sword talisman is enough for each."

"Then what about this jade pendant?" Ye Xinglan looked at it over and over.

Ling Hao smiled mysteriously: "It's a secret."

Ye Xinglan glared at him, and just as she was about to press for an answer, Yue Qianqian's voice came from outside the door: "Revered Master—the snacks are ready!"

The two straightened their clothes and pushed the door open to exit.

Yue Qianqian saw Ling Hao come out of her Revered Master's room and called out obediently: "Good Person Supreme, you are here too."

Ling Hao nodded.

Yue Qianqian said "Oh," her gaze drifting away somewhat guiltily.

The three sat down to have tea and snacks. However, Yue Qianqian was somewhat absent-minded, holding a pastry for a long time without taking a bite.

Ling Hao sensed something—Ye Xinglan seemed to be sending voice transmissions secretly.

A moment later, Yue Qianqian suddenly stood up: "I, I'll go to the kitchen to get some more." After saying that, she walked quickly toward the kitchen.

Not long after, Yue Qianqian's slightly nervous voice came from the kitchen: "Good Person Supreme... could you come here for a moment?"

Ling Hao put down his teacup, pushed the door and entered, and was slightly taken aback.

Yue Qianqian stood in front of the counter, wearing only a plain white apron. A classic L-style apron!

The pale goose-yellow feather garment was piled at her feet, her fair shoulders and slender waist exposed to the air, the apron strings tied in a bow behind her waist, the hem barely covering the base of her thighs, a pair of fair calves pressed together, her bare feet stepping on the bluestone floor, her toes curled slightly.

"How do you know how to do this?" Ling Hao raised an eyebrow.

Yue Qianqian's cheeks flushed red, and she whispered: "Sister Changning taught me. She said... this is how one should dress in the kitchen."

Ling Hao remembered—he seemed to have indeed said something similar to little Changning.

"Good Person Supreme, I want... I want..." Yue Qianqian lowered her head, holding up an inverted triangular sandwich cake with both hands, lifting it in front of him.

Ling Hao scanned the dazzling array of pastries on the counter, walked behind her, gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, and lowered his head to chuckle in her ear: "What, you want me to eat this little snack of yours?"

The tip of his tongue licked across her earlobe lightly.

Yue Qianqian's ears turned completely red, and even the fair side of her neck was stained pink, as she let out a soft "Mm."

"If you want me to eat it, I can," Ling Hao's breath brushed against her ear, "but you must break it... into two halves first."

Yue Qianqian obediently followed instructions, her fingers trembling slightly, splitting the little cake beneath her in half.

Ling Hao leaned forward slightly and took a bite.

"Ah... it hurts—"

A drop of fresh blood fell to the ground.

Ling Hao quickly let go and looked down.

Yue Qianqian's finger had been bitten to create a small opening, and a bright red bead of blood was dripping onto the ground.

"Sorry, I was too forceful." Ling Hao felt somewhat apologetic.

Yue Qianqian shook her head, put her fingertip into her mouth to suck on it, and picked up the cake from before; there were still a few spots of blood on the cake.

She whispered: "It's okay... continue eating..."

Ling Hao smiled: "Alright."

He wrapped his arms around Yue Qianqian's waist again, leaned in close behind her, and rested his chin in the hollow of her shoulder.

"This time, I will be more careful."

"Mm..."

"Do you want to switch?" Ling Hao's voice was low and hoarse. "I will feed you."

"No need."

"Was it you peeking outside the window just now?"

Yue Qianqian was stunned, her face flushed red.

Ling Hao picked up a piece of pastry and brought it to her lips.

She bit into it with a blushing face, the crisp and soft pastry melting between her teeth and lips, cloyingly sweet.

Ling Hao's lips covered hers immediately, the tip of his tongue gently prying open her teeth, passing that sweetness over.

Outside the kitchen, Lan Zhiwei walked over carrying a plate of freshly baked osmanthus cakes, and seeing that Yue Qianqian was not at the table, she asked casually: "Where is Qianqian?"

Ye Xinglan looked up at her, her tone indifferent: "In the kitchen."

Lan Zhiwei turned to head toward the kitchen.

"He is inside too."

Ye Xinglan added unhurriedly, then looked up, her gaze fixed directly on Lan Zhiwei. "Have you... made up your mind yet?"

Lan Zhiwei's steps faltered.

"Once you've decided, you can go."

Lan Zhiwei looked at the half-covered kitchen door; behind the curtain, two overlapping figures could be vaguely seen pressed against the counter.

She stood in place, her breathing halting slightly.

Moon Shadow Small World, Yujing City.

Huang Yutong stood before the bulletin board at the city gate, carving a message written with spiritual energy into the jade stele.

Soon, the news spread rapidly among the Elders and Disciples of the Moonshadow Sect as if it had grown wings—

"The Sect Master said, to thank everyone for their hard work in developing the Small World, he is hosting a banquet for everyone in the Small World for these three days! The location is at the Guanlan Pavilion under Guanlan Mountain outside Yujing City, held over three days."

"Who is it on the first day?"

"Of course it's the Deputy Sect Master and the Elders..."

"The second and third days are for us!"

"I have a share too?"

"Of course! The Sect Master said, as long as you entered the Small World and participated in the development, you can!"

When Yue Xinlan heard this news, she was sitting in Yue Xinxi's room drinking tea.

She put down her teacup, somewhat surprised: "Is he... really just hosting a banquet?"

Yue Xinxi was straightening her clothes, and upon hearing this, she didn't even look up: "What he said... is a banquet."

Yue Xinlan looked at her: "And you? Are you going too?"

Yue Xinxi's movements paused slightly, and the roots of her ears quietly flushed red: "...Yes, I am on the first day."

Yue Xinlan did not ask further, just picked up her teacup and took another sip.

Outside the window, the daylight was just right, and the flying eaves were plated with a layer of golden brilliance in the twilight.

The mountains in the distance lay quietly, and the outlines of pavilions and towers were visible in the evening glow.