80: Chapter 80 Spring Warmth in the Pill Pavilion

When Ling Hao and Qin Zhaoxue returned to the Sect, Chi Shuying had not yet come back.

As soon as they returned to the Sect, Qin Zhaoxue immediately ran off.

Seeing Qin Zhaoxue's retreating back as she fled in embarrassment, the corners of Ling Hao's mouth curled slightly.

Hmph! If a tiger doesn't show its power, you'll think I'm a sick cat.

Without Spiritual Qi to nourish them, your lips probably won't heal for several days.

The next day, Snow Pavilion.

By the window, Qin Zhaoxue sat behind her desk, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused, clearly distracted and deep in thought.

"First like this... then like that..."

(Novel)

The lips of the two were pressed tightly together, their teeth and tongues entwining as their breaths mingled, as if they wanted to draw each other's Souls into themselves.

After a long time, their lips parted. Ling Han's gaze was as deep as the night, and his voice carried a suppressed hoarseness:

"Zhaoxue... I want you..."

Qin Zhaoxue's cheeks were as red as fire; she bashfully buried her face in the crook of his neck and nodded gently.

Ling Han's breath hitched. Using his strength, he swept her up in his arms and strode toward a hidden cave not far away. He gently laid down the girl in his arms as if she were a precious treasure, his fingers already brushing against the silk sash at her waist...

(Reality: Snow Pavilion)

"No! This won't do!"

Qin Zhaoxue snapped back to reality, her fingertips unconsciously leaving an ink smudge on the paper.

Giving away her first time in the middle of nowhere? This plot point was too abrupt, and too... sloppy!

"It should be changed like this instead..."

She dipped her brush in ink, her thoughts flowing:

On the second day after Ling Han brought Qin Zhaoxue back safely, he felt concerned and went to the Alchemy Pavilion to find her.

Pushing open the door, he saw Qin Zhaoxue curled up on the floor, her face pale and blue, cold air overflowing from her body. Her Cold Poison had unexpectedly flared up, and she was already unconscious!

Ling Han rushed forward to check on her, finding that the Cold Poison in her body had erupted violently. It required a Blazing Sun Snow-Melting Pill to completely suppress and eliminate it.

But there was no time for Alchemy now; Qin Zhaoxue's life force was being rapidly eroded by the cold.

Ling Han remembered that the Extreme Yang Qi contained within his Pure Yang Physique was the perfect thing to counter this Cold Poison.

However, to transfer the Pure Yang Qi, there was only one way... Dual Cultivation.

Looking at his beloved disciple shivering and drifting in and out of consciousness in his arms, a look of intense struggle and heartache flashed in Ling Han's eyes.

"...Forgive me."

To save her life, there was no other way...

(The novel omits twenty-nine thousand words of description: Ling Han was exceedingly gentle and tender, while Qin Zhaoxue went from initial shy trembling to gradually becoming intoxicated by this union of Soul and flesh, giving herself to him completely.)

(Reality: Snow Pavilion)

When the first ray of morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell upon the desk, Qin Zhaoxue rubbed her aching wrists and let out a long sigh of relief as she looked at the sprawling thirty-thousand-word new chapter before her.

She carefully recorded these words, filled with her hard work and secret thoughts, into a warm Jade Slip.

"'The Icy Master is Only Gentle with Me: Spring Warmth in the Alchemy Pavilion' is finally finished."

"Next..."

She gripped the still-warm Jade Slip, her fingertips tightening.

"It's time to find Eldest Senior Sister and ask her to help deliver it..."

Just then, Chi Wanhe's call came from outside the door:

"Second Junior Sister! Come out quickly! Little Changning made Nine-Treasure Spiritual Rice Porridge, it smells delicious!"

Qin Zhaoxue opened the door in response.

As soon as Chi Wanhe entered, she noticed her Junior Sister's slightly exhausted expression.

"Eh? Second Junior Sister, last night... you didn't meditate to Cultivate, and you didn't rest either?"

She leaned in closer, her large eyes filled with mischievous curiosity.

"Could it be... that there's a new Storybook?"

She had read the previous book, 'The Icy Revered Master', with great relish, and she felt that the Qin Zhaoxue in the story was practically herself!

Qin Zhaoxue gave her a sharp, annoyed look:

"There is no new Storybook!"

Her tone carried a hint of resentment.

But on second thought, that "social death" incident last time could be considered a blessing in disguise, as it allowed her relationship with her Revered Master to... take a crucial step forward.

Chi Wanhe curled her lip, clearly not believing her:

"Really? Write it, write it! Look at how well you write! Revered Master..."

She intentionally drew out her words, her eyes darting around. "Revered Master actually likes reading them too, right?"

"We'll talk about it later when I have time." Qin Zhaoxue didn't want to dwell on this topic and quickly shifted the focus.

"Eldest Senior Sister, can you do me a favor right now?"

"What favor?"

"Help me deliver this Jade Slip... to Revered Master."

Qin Zhaoxue handed over the Jade Slip containing the new chapter.

Chi Wanhe took the Jade Slip and looked at her suspiciously. "To Revered Master? Why don't you take it yourself? Revered Master is at Haoran Tower right now."

"I..."

Qin Zhaoxue's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm.

"I... I still need to go to the Alchemy Pavilion to process some medicinal ingredients; I'm afraid I'll be late. Besides, didn't Revered Master say he was going to guide Elder Huang today? It wouldn't be right for me to intrude."

She came up with a somewhat reasonable excuse to brush her off.

Chi Wanhe tilted her head, her eyes still searching:

"I feel like something's weird... Alright, alright, I'll make the trip for you." She shook the Jade Slip and turned to leave briskly.

"Remember to go eat the Nine-Treasure Spiritual Rice Porridge Little Changning made, it's delicious."

"I know~"

Watching her Eldest Senior Sister's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Qin Zhaoxue leaned against the door, her emotions surging like a tide. Anticipation, nervousness, unease... even a hint of fear were all intertwined.

Will Revered Master... be able to understand it? Will he understand my testing and my feelings?

Will he think... that I just wrote this chapter for him to critique?

Qin Zhaoxue took a deep breath, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat, her eyes a mix of resentment and expectation.

Revered Master... he's acted in so many plays already, he must... he must be able to understand me!

...

At Haoran Tower, just as Ling Hao stepped out of the quiet room, a pretty pink figure pounced on him like a swallow returning to the woods, tightly hugging his arm.

"Revered Master!"

Chi Wanhe affectionately rubbed against his shoulder.

Ling Hao smiled and rubbed the top of her head.

"Why did you come over all of a sudden?"

Chi Wanhe's small nose suddenly twitched, and she looked up in confusion:

"Revered Master, you... seem to have a special scent on you? It's like... Paulownia Flowers mixed with something..."

Ling Hao cleared his throat, his expression unchanged. "I was guiding Huang Yutong just now; it's inevitable to pick up a bit of her scent."

A sharp light flashed in Chi Wanhe's eyes as she glanced at the quiet room, as if she could see through the door to the scene inside.

Inside the quiet room, even the warm incense could not suppress that decadent, sweet, and fishy scent.

The bed was in complete disarray. The brocade quilt had half-slid to the floor, and a slender ankle peeked out from under the corner of the quilt, toes slightly curled, revealing post-coital languor and weakness.

The woman's eyes were lightly closed, her long hair disheveled, with a few strands of sweat-dampened hair sticking to her still-flushed cheeks and neck. That usually gentle and elegant sleeping face was now tinged with heavy passion, her slightly swollen lips unconsciously parted, her breath warm.

"Sect Master, Huang Yutong can't take any more..."

Outside the quiet room, Chi Wanhe didn't press the matter. She took a warm Jade Slip from her Storage Pouch and stuffed it into Ling Hao's hand:

"Here, Second Junior Sister insisted I hand this to you personally!"

Ling Hao took the Jade Slip and sent his Divine Sense inside. When the sprawling chapter of 'Spring Warmth in the Alchemy Pavilion' entered his mind, he was first stunned, then a scorching warm current accompanied by intense palpitations instantly swept through his entire body.

How could he not understand the fiery affection, the naked invitation, and the carefully designed "Dual Cultivation detoxification" plot in the Jade Slip?

A doting yet wild smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"This girl..."

He whispered to himself, his thumb stroking the Jade Slip.

"Fine, since my disciple Zhaoxue wants to put on this play... your Revered Master will grant your wish and play along with you."