Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"A childhood adventure, found among the spoils of war in the Abyss... Master's wife, can I rest for a bit? One and a half jars should be enough, right?"

Shen Xuejun glanced at the part that Chu Mingkong was trying to cover up. He was full of energy, almost the same as at the beginning, like a wild beast with inexhaustible energy, completely unlike what he said about being weak.

Shen Xuejun had been cultivating alone for many years. Her closest relatives in the past were her "daughter" Ruyu and her beloved disciple Xiao Yunhan. However, she still had basic medical knowledge and was not completely ignorant about the physique of male cultivators.

While male cultivators may possess formidable physiques, these are only relative to ordinary people and are ultimately limited. The Hehuan Sect and female cultivators who practice methods of absorbing male essence have drained countless male cultivators of their essence, leaving them desiccated.

But what if Mingkong encountered a wicked female cultivator who practiced the art of sexual cultivation...?

Shen Xuejun glanced at the two jars on the table.

It should be able to infuse the female cultivator with power to the point that her spiritual veins are overworked and she is too weak to receive nourishment. Is the body transformed from the Abyss really that... terrifying?

"Now you can rest. You don't need to endure it anymore. Fill up the remaining half jar and that will be the end of it." Shen Xuejun completely released Chu Mingkong, pulled her clothes up to slightly cover her fragrant body, and seemed to be planning to get out of bed and walk around.

Half a jar...

To be honest, the pressure is still quite high, but since I've already donated one and a half jars to Ruyu, what's the difference between the other half? It'll be a good opportunity to finally put my already not-so-serious obsessive-compulsive disorder to rest.

Seeing that his master's wife was about to get out of bed, Chu Mingkong mustered up his courage and took the initiative to embrace this beautiful and icy young woman.

“…?” Shen Xuejun turned to look at him, puzzled by his behavior.

"Uh, I want to rest with my master's wife and let that half-jar brew some more." As Chu Mingkong explained, he was secretly prepared to turn into a child and beg for mercy at any moment if things went wrong.

Fortunately, his master's wife did not object, so Chu Mingkong took the opportunity to hug her and lay down on his side. Her full, soft breasts crowded against his chest, and Chu Mingkong's heart was filled with joy.

However, his erect body, under such close intimacy, made Shen Xuejun feel slightly uncomfortable, so she reached out and placed it back between her delicate thighs to suppress it.

One jade-like leg was encased in flawless white stockings, while the other was bare; the stark contrast in their tactile sensations aroused Chu Mingkong even more intensely.

He was clearly supposed to lie down and rest, but his heart started racing instead.

"Where were you planning to go, Master's wife?"

"The mistress isn't going anywhere; she's just preparing to clean up the stocking on the floor."

At the foot of the bed, a wet white thread lay there, disheveled in the thick, milky-white "pool of blood," like a used medicine film carelessly tossed on the ground by Chu Mingkong.

Perhaps, without considering the potential waste, Chu Mingkong would have already filled two wine jars.

Lying there quietly, Shen Xuejun broke the brief silence:

“Yunhan always talks about ‘cultivation’ with you, and as her master, I’m also curious about her cultivation process.”

Chu Mingkong is now beginning to wonder whether his master's wife is angry because the 'rules' have been broken, because Yun Han has unexpectedly broken through to the Divine Soul Realm, or because she is angry about Yun Han and his cultivation itself.

"Then let me describe it a little...?"

“No need for verbal description. Mingkong, if you say you're tired, then rest. Talking is tiring too. Just use your spiritual power to describe it to your master’s wife, starting from the first time.”

"......it is good."

After Chu Mingkong agreed, the beautiful woman lifted her leg, then turned over in his arms, lying down with her back to him, her plump, full breasts pressed against him... This made it even harder for him to refuse.

Just then, Chu Mingkong's note stirred; it was his sister asking him a question.

[Xiao Yunhan: Mingkong, how much longer until you come out? You should start cultivating.]

Beside her, the scene depicted by spiritual energy relived the intimate past of the siblings. The beautiful woman glanced at the paper scroll, then continued looking at the spiritual energy image, and asked calmly:

"Yunhan even pinched and rubbed you with the dumpling while biting you. Your hands and feet are a little sore from all your work. Do you want to try doing it like Yunhan?"

Chu Mingkong's feelings were complicated. It turned out that in this Qingxin Mansion, the seemingly most aloof master and disciple were actually the most devoted...

When his master's wife's proud yet bold softness enveloped his soul, and when her warm, fragrant lips soothed and embraced his weariness, Chu Mingkong's inner turmoil lessened considerably, and he was somewhat led by the nose by her again.

Chapter 232 Ru Yu: I'll drink this jar of wine!

General Zhengyuan's Mansion.

Princess Ruyu practiced her spear training as usual, but today she was resting in her room instead of going to the training ground.

When people have free time, they tend to overthink, such as the Tianji Empire, or the upheaval in the capital... It all seems like a long time has passed, but in reality, it hasn't been that long.

Despite such a great upheaval, her life did not change much; the fall of an emperor did not cause much of a ripple in the empire.

It's unclear whether it's more appropriate for this emperor to be dead than alive, or whether the position of emperor is inherently dispensable.

"Phew—what is Mother doing? After the Yin hour, Grandpa won't let me go out much, I can't even go out to play."

The princess lay on the bed, and since there were no outsiders around, she very unladylike crossed her legs, her delicate feet swinging back and forth.

Suddenly, she heard the chirping of birds. The chirping was powerful and majestic, but it sounded rather gentle to her ears, without any harshness.

Ruyu quickly got up, pushed open the window of her boudoir, and a beautiful ice phoenix flew in and landed on the table, with a bracelet on its ankle.

This is a messenger sent by her mother, Shen Xuejun, to deliver things to her.

The elegant princess touched the head of the ice phoenix, then took off her storage bracelet, and the icy blue phoenix dissipated into icy spiritual energy.

"Is it going to be another antidote? Don't keep assuming I'll be poisoned by the acacia poison!"

However, to be fair, the antidote that Shen Xuejun gave her in the previous batch had already been finished. Ru Yu drank it like a "sports drink," and taking a couple of sips before cultivating did indeed have some miraculous effects.

Although the medicine wasn't bitter, it wasn't exactly delicious either. But with the added benefit of cultivation, Ru Yu got used to the taste.

She took out the items from the bracelet and stared blankly at the two ice crystal wine jars.

"This antidote is like it's free, there are two whole jars of it!"

Ru Yu was a little suspicious that it might be an illusion, and that there were actually only two small bottles. However, after holding them in her hands and feeling their weight, she realized that this quantity was quite substantial; they were genuinely heavy...

"There are so many snacks to eat? This is the first time I've seen Mother bring food in."

But in reality, Chu Mingkong stuffed these snacks in later. Those two large jars were truly the fruits of his hard work. However, when he thought about how Ruyu had inexplicably drunk so much of this stuff, Chu Mingkong was exhausted and felt guilty and ashamed. So he stuffed a lot of snacks in as if they were free.

He wanted to slip her some elixirs or other magical medicines, but his master's wife, Shen Xuejun, was watching nearby, so he couldn't explain where they came from and had to give up for the time being. He planned to secretly slip them to her when they met again in the future.

Ru Yu's gaze finally returned to the two jars of antidote.

"How are you supposed to drink this...? Why are you carrying the jar?"

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Qingxin Mansion.

Zuo Qiuchi looked at Xiao Yunhan on his bed and sensed a faint resentment and obvious dissatisfaction from her.

A woman with snow-white hair, exuding a cool and refined aura, sat cross-legged on the bed, her delicate and elegant face gazing out the window towards her courtyard.

There, a solid, icy barrier isolated her courtyard from the outside world. In the courtyard lived her master, Shen Xuejun, and her little brother, Chu Mingkong.

At this point, more than three and a half days had passed since Shen Xuejun gave Ming Kong his guidance and instruction after the air battle.

Three and a half days of seclusion is not a long time, less than a fraction of the normal seclusion time, but Chu Mingkong was also in it, which made her inexplicably irritable.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

Zuo Qiuchi was a keen gossip enthusiast, and it was rare to see Yun Han with such a sparse facial expression, surrounded by a faint, resentful black aura. Naturally, he took the opportunity to admire her.

But watching for too long wasn't a good idea, so Zuo Qiuchi deliberately said, "Mingkong, you're back?"

Xiao Yunhan looked around but didn't find her younger brother. Knowing that Zuo Qiuchi was just making things up, she said coldly:

"Don't cause trouble."

"What's wrong with you? You're so resentful. Even if you can't cultivate to the fullest extent, there's no need to rush."

"It's just displeasure. Master is too close to Mingkong, and now he's deliberately keeping him in the barrier, especially since it's my courtyard!"

Zuo Qiuchi thought to herself, "Your displeasure is quite intense."

"Let's not talk about anything else for now. Even if something really happens, it doesn't matter. Let Mingkong go around flirting with other girls. He even flirted with my Nongyu, and I didn't say anything."

Xiao Yunhan was too embarrassed to expose her. After Yun Nongyu and Chu Mingkong started cultivating together, she couldn't refuse Zuo Qiuchi's bear hug even more. Zuo Qiuchi was overjoyed, since she herself had no loss.

“It’s different. I’m afraid Mingkong will suffer a loss from my master.”

Zuo Qiuchi pursed her lips, thinking, "Why would I be afraid of my little brother getting taken advantage of?" She rested her chin on her hand and yawned.

"Why would you think that? My wife has always been so close to Mingkong. She even had him do morning readings before."

"I feel that my master has a different attitude towards me regarding the matter of Mingkong. When she was in the East Sea, she gave me a damaged ice pill. I felt inexplicably displeased when she gave it to me, and I have not taken it."

As she spoke, Xiao Yunhan took out the incomplete Ice Pill from before. It was of good quality, and although the pill was not completely intact, it was not a big deal.

However, Xiao Yunhan had a strange feeling of unease about this ice pill. This was a woman's sixth sense, without any factual basis.

If Chu Mingkong were here, he could probably explain to his sister the origin of her feelings.

Because this Ice Pill was given by the system, it was obtained through the free purchase option in the Pinduoduo Mall. It doesn't require consuming filial piety points; you can get the treasure simply by fulfilling certain requirements such as certain intimate behaviors. The downside is that the treasures are all slightly worn.

This ice pill was obtained by Chu Mingkong secretly having his master's wife lick it, without his sister's knowledge. However, his master's wife didn't need it, so she gave it to Yun Han.

This is probably the reason why Yunhan felt uncomfortable with the ice pill.

Outside the window, the barrier above Xiao Yunhan's courtyard disappeared, and Chu Mingkong flew out from it. Although he really wanted to go to the babies' place to avoid them, Yunhan had written many notes in the past few days, proposing the matter of cultivation.

"But then my master's wife said that she must not cultivate with Yunhan again before she leaves Xiling..."

With a sigh in his heart, Chu Mingkong landed in his beloved master's courtyard. Before he even entered the house, he saw Yun Han and Zuo Qiuchi staring at him through the window.

He pushed open the door with a chill running down his spine and entered. As soon as he went in, his sister Yunhan came forward and pulled him toward the bed.

"We missed three and a half days of training, so we're making up for it now by working overtime!" the older sister said, leaving no room for argument.

As she finished speaking, a chill ran down Chu Mingkong's spine; it seemed to be his master's wife's silent warning.

"Yunhan, listen to me first..."

Chapter 233 I've delved into the fundamentals of acupuncture.

How to persuade his sister to be more moderate... no, to balance work and rest, and not to always think about cultivation? Chu Mingkong thought about many things before leaving the barrier.

He took his sister's delicate hand and sat down, speaking with an air of seriousness and solemnity:

“These past few days, my master’s wife has told me a lot about the cultivation of the soul. Although it is somewhat different from our current approach, it still provides valuable experience for understanding this area.”

Xiao Yunhan was not a woman easily fooled; her bright and intelligent eyes scrutinized every change in his expression.