476: Chapter 476 Flowing Wine Cups on a Winding Stream

Guanlan Mountain is located east of Tianzhu Peak on the Central Sacred Continent of the Moon Shadow Small World. The mountain is not high, yet it possesses a natural, ethereal beauty. The peaks are layered with verdant greenery, and the jade-like summits stand like a screen.

On the shady side of the mountain, a clear spring gushes from the depths of a secluded valley, forming a shallow stream that winds its way down and gathers into a hot spring beside Lan Pavilion. The stream water is crystal clear, revealing smooth, rounded pebbles at the bottom. Occasionally, fish dart by, their tail fins creating tiny ripples on the surface.

Beside the stream, there are lush forests and bamboo groves, with fragrant grass growing thick and lush. The emerald bamboo looks as if it were carved from jade, its leaves rustling in the breeze, filtering the sunlight into patches of scattered gold.

Among the bamboo forest, a path of bluestone leads to a pavilion—a pavilion large enough to accommodate dozens of people. With upturned eaves and open sides, the interior is covered with snow-white Spirit Beast fur rugs, and the tables are laden with spirit fruits and fine nectar.

Outside the pavilion, along the edge of the hot spring pool, dozens of cloud-brocade daybeds are arranged in a circle, with thin curtains of merfolk silk hanging down, swaying gently in the breeze.

As dawn breaks, a subtle fragrance drifts around Lan Pavilion.

Chi Wanhe arrives in a fluttering pink dress, her steps light and quick. From afar, her voice can be heard: "Later, I want to sit next to Revered Master!"

Following her are Qin Zhaoxue, Du Yuqing, Lu Changning, Lin Xiwei, Shui Liuli, Xia Yingying, and Yue Xinxi. The eight women are all dressed in colorful, lightweight, translucent gauze, the semi-sheer fabric glowing softly in the twilight, revealing their curves. The peaks and valleys of their figures rise and fall, a dazzling sight.

Shui Liuli's beautiful eyes dance with mischief as she laughs, "I disagree! We should hear Revered Master's opinion!"

"Jun-ior Sis-ter! No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

At this moment, two figures approach from the other side. Hua Youyou, wearing a light cyan, semi-sheer gauze dress, walks lightly with white silk-clad jade feet in embroidered shoes. Seeing Chi Wanhe, she smiles and says, "Senior Sister, you all have arrived so early. Did you wait outside the bamboo forest since last night?"

"Junior Sister Hua has become the Second Elder, and her tongue has certainly become sharp. I wonder who it was last time under the waterfall that Revered Master made so weak she couldn't even stand—"

"Senior Sister!"

Hua Youyou blushes, but she immediately lifts her chin. "That still doesn't compare to Senior Sister, whose cries on Tianzhu Peak could be heard throughout the entire peak."

"Hey—you girl!"

Chi Wanhe lunges to tickle her, and the two dissolve into playful laughter.

Huang Yutong laughs from the side, "Stop messing around, you two. Save your energy—there will be plenty more chaos tonight."

"Ah... Revered Master and Hall Master Di Yunling are here."

Yu Lingshuang wears a moon-white chest-high ruqun, while Hall Master Di Yunling is in a purple-red chest-high ruqun.

The women greet them one after another.

"Sister Ling Shuang has arrived."

"Sister Yunling."

Yu Lingshuang nods slightly and takes a seat with Hall Master Di Yunling on the bamboo daybed to the left of the jade platform. The two seem to be discussing something.

Chi Shuying and Tushan Bailing follow.

Both women possess the demeanor of mature ladies. Chi Shuying wears a pink cloud-patterned dress, her figure full-breasted and slender-waisted, exuding mature charm as her skirt flows like clouds with every step. Tushan Bailing wears a deep purple thin gauze dress, her seven purple fox tails swaying gently behind her, her eyes alluring, every expression and smile naturally bewitching.

Behind them, Tushan Baixue and Tushan Hongye also arrive, their snow-white and fiery-red fox ears perked up amidst their hair, their fluffy fox tails either wrapped or hanging, each possessing a unique charm.

Seeing the attire of the women present, Chi Shuying looks at Tushan Bailing and laughs, "Bailing, your Jade Fox Clan's attire today doesn't quite measure up to Xiao He and the others."

Tushan Bailing scans the scene. The attire of the three Jade Fox Clan members would be considered revealing in the Small World, but it truly pales in comparison here. Not to mention the semi-sheer fabric, it is truly revealing.

She gives an alluring laugh. "It seems I miscalculated."

Tushan Baixue is wearing a moon-white embroidered cheongsam, her five snow-white fox tails wagging happily. As soon as she arrives, she looks around, "Where is the Sect Master? Where is he? Baixue hasn't had her tails petted by the Sect Master in so long—"

"Baixue!" Tushan Hongye quickly covers her mouth.

Shui Liuli is squatting by the pool, playing with the water. Hearing this, she looks up, her eyes brightening: "What does it feel like to pet a fox tail?"

As she finishes speaking, Shui Liuli reaches out and gives one a gentle stroke—Baixue lets out an "ah" sound, her body softening on one side, her face flushed red, and her five tails fluffing up simultaneously.

Shui Liuli looks thoughtful: "So sensitive? Then if Revered Master were to pet all five of your tails at the same time, wouldn't you—"

"I, I would die..." Tushan Baixue covers her face, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

Tushan Bailing shakes her head helplessly from behind, her seven purple tails flicking gently in the water: "Baixue, don't embarrass yourself."

Jiang Wangqing and Jiang Tingyu arrive from a path on the other side. The sisters are dressed in light purple and light red, respectively.

Jiang Tingyu looks at the hot spring next to the pavilion, her eyes lighting up. "This hot spring looks so comfortable. Sister, the last time we were with the Sect Master at the hot spring near the Golden Lotus Workshop, the water wasn't this deep. When the Sect Master held me, my knees were bruised red from kneeling—"

"Tingyu!" Jiang Wangqing flicks her on the forehead. "You have no filter."

Jiang Tingyu rubs her forehead, unbothered. "Everyone here is one of our own, anyway. After we drink to our hearts' content later, we will all be seeing each other in the raw."

The pavilion is bustling with activity, filled with the sounds of women's chatter. Waves of fragrance drift by, thin gauze sways, and jade-like thighs and fragrant bosoms are everywhere, a dazzling sight.

Everyone takes their seats, each occupying a daybed.

After sitting down, Chi Shuying surveys the beauty of the garden and laughs softly: "Sister Ling Shuang, who do you think will be the first one for the Floating Cups and Winding Streams later?"

"You."

Yu Lingshuang picks up her spirit tea, her expression unchanged.

"Oh my, if only I had such good luck."

Yu Lingshuang glances at her. "You are so bold. Last time at the Original Courtyard, who was it that took advantage of the moment I turned around to sit on his lap?"

Chi Shuying covers her mouth and chuckles. "Oh, that time, I had finally returned from the Fengling Branch Sect, and I missed him dearly."

"Seeing how excited he was that time, you were indeed very 'tight'."

"...What outrageous words..."

The three Ruan sisters sit on the grass on the outskirts of the pavilion, far away. Ruan Xi peeks around and whispers: "Eldest Sister, the Senior Sisters are wearing so little..."

"That's because we'll be going into the water later," Ruan Qing says calmly.

"Then do we have to go into the water too?" Ruan Mei asks, twisting her fingers nervously.

"The Sect Master called us here, so naturally—" Ruan Qing pauses, "In any case, just be prepared."

People arrive one after another: Ximen Huaping, Luo Qianxue, Yun Suyi, Zhang Baifeng, Gu Chunnuan, Zhao Hongyi, Ye Qinglan, Chu Zhirou, Hua Qingdai, Shangguan Ping...

The five women, including Liu Hanyan, occupy the eastern area of the pavilion.

Liu Hanyan sits barefoot by the pool, the silver bell chain on her ankle jingling, and tiny flower buds have bloomed at the tips of her hair. She is always like this whenever she is aroused.

Shen Bingxiao sits upright like an ice sculpture, but Chu Feiyan insists on rubbing against her. The deep V-neck of her fire-red tube-top gauze dress goes almost down to her navel, her full breasts pressed tightly against Shen Bingxiao's arm: "Senior Sister Shen, you are so cool; help me cool down—"

"Stay away from me," Shen Bingxiao says coldly, but she does not pull her arm away.

"You say no with your mouth, but your body is quite honest," Chu Feiyan whispers, blowing into her ear.

Su Hengzhi watches them play with a smile, while Yun Shaoyin lightly plucks the air with her fingertips, a faint, ethereal sound of a zither drifting out, the melody lingering and ambiguous.

Yun Yanran and Xiao Chan sit side by side in the shade of the bamboo forest by the pool.

Yun Yanran wears a primrose-colored gradient cloud-gauze dress, and beneath the hem, a pair of delicate jade feet wrapped in white layered gauze socks are visible, with golden lotus patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

She keeps her legs together, her toes tapping the ground lightly under her skirt, her heart beating much faster than usual.

After that night with the Sect Master last time, when he praised these silk socks as "elegant," she specially had seven more pairs made with different patterns. Today, she is wearing the newest pair, with twin lotus flowers embroidered at the toes.

Xiao Chan's feet are wrapped in plain white silk socks, and the golden bells on her ankles jingle softly.

Sensing the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, she suddenly whispers: "The Sect Master is arriving soon."

Ling Hao arrives.

He steps into Lan Pavilion, wearing a moon-white robe, his long hair loosely tied up with a cyan jade hairpin, and a black silk sash tied loosely around his waist. As his gaze sweeps over the scene of overflowing beauty, a smile plays on his lips.

"For today's gathering, everyone, please be at ease."

Ling Hao steps onto the jade platform and sits cross-legged on the white fox fur.

As soon as he sits down, Chi Wanhe is the first to lose her patience; she steps forward and sits directly on the edge of the jade platform, looking up at him.

"Revered Master, Wanhe has missed you."

"We only met yesterday at Haoran Tower."

"We met, yes, but Revered Master only stayed for half an hour that day before leaving—Wanhe hadn't had enough yet."

"Senior Sister! What are you trying to do!"

"That's cheating!"

Just as they are arguing, a splash of water comes from the stream outside Lan Pavilion.

Everyone looks toward the sound. The stream water automatically parts to both sides, and a slender fish tail shimmers with a pearlescent luster in the sunlight, the tail fin transitioning from light purple to deep blue, each flick creating an arc of crystalline water.

Mo Yun arrives, swimming upstream in her true merfolk form.

Her upper body is bare, her ink-blue hair draped wetly over her shoulders, covering her ample bosom. Her skin glows with a warm, pearlescent luster, and her full breasts are faintly visible amidst the shimmering water.

Her fish tail extends sinuously from her waist down, the scales transitioning from light blue at the waist to deep purple at the fin, creating a streak of flowing light in the water.

Propping herself up on the bank with her elbows, Mo Yun leans half her body out of the stream. Water droplets slide down her collarbone, roll across her chest, and fall back into the stream.

As she lowers her head slightly: "Sect Master, Mo Yun is late."

Mo Li and Mo Lan follow closely behind, also arriving upstream in their true merfolk forms. Mo Li's fish tail is azure, slightly lighter than Mo Yun's, the scales sparkling like sapphires in the sunlight; Mo Lan has sea-cyan tail fins.

The three stop side by side at the entrance where the stream flows into the hot spring pool, their three fish tails swaying slowly in the shallow water.

Seeing this, Ling Hao says, "It is fine. Come up."

The three merfolk's fish tails immediately transform into six fair human legs, leaving three trails of wet footprints on the bank.

"Is everyone here? Then let us begin. Drink to your hearts' content today."

After three rounds of drinks, Huang Yutong stands up and claps her hands: "A banquet with only eating and drinking is boring. Why not play the game of Floating Cups and Winding Streams—the wine cup will drift along the water, and whoever it stops in front of must offer a toast to the Sect Master. However, the rules for today will be changed a bit—"

She pauses, her cheeks slightly flushed but her eyes flashing with mischievous light, "The method of offering the toast is unrestricted, and performing a talent is also optional. But for every toast, the person offering it can ask the Sect Master for a reward. A kiss is fine, a touch is fine, and something even more excessive... is also fine."

"Even more excessive?" Chi Wanhe's eyes light up.

"In short, there is only one rule: make the Sect Master satisfied. If the Sect Master is not satisfied, you are not allowed to step down."

"This rule is great!" Jiang Tingyu is the first to jump up.

"But what if the Sect Master says he is satisfied?" Chu Feiyan licks her lips.

"Then you are even less allowed to step down—if he is satisfied, you must continue even more." Huang Yutong winks.

Ling Hao, of course, does not object. With a wave of his hand, he places a jade cup filled with fine nectar into the upper reaches of the stream, and the cup drifts with the water, flowing down the stream.