Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Then came the second, and the third.

One daring disciple stood at the door for a long time, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand as if fanning the fire, but his ears were perked up, and his expression changed from shock to curiosity and then to some kind of inexplicable excitement.

A female student passing by saw her standing there motionless and was about to call out to her when she was stopped by a noise coming from inside the house.

The two exchanged a glance, their faces flushed, and ran away together.

The fifth person to pass by was an older female steward. She paused upon hearing the voice, her brows furrowing slightly as if trying to pinpoint its source.

After confirming that it was Tang Sanzang's voice, her expression became extremely subtle. She tried to suppress her laughter, but couldn't. As she walked away quickly, her shoulders shrugged slightly, clearly trying to hold back her laughter.

When the notification sound indicating mission completion rang in her mind, Tang Ruoyin was biting Mu Tianmiao's shoulder tightly, choking back all sounds.

Her fingers dug deep into his back. His ponytail had come undone at some point, and his long hair was spread messily on the soft couch. A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead.

Mu Tianmiao looked down at her clear, cold eyes, which were already misty with tears, and couldn't help but smile.

If Sister Tang knew that at least five people outside had already heard her beautiful voice, she probably wouldn't know where to put her face when she passed by those disciples in the future.

However, the soundproof array in Dan Pavilion was set up by Tang Ruoyin herself, so unless someone deliberately shouts loudly, the noise inside should not be heard outside.

Mu Tianmiao had just secretly injected a wisp of spiritual energy into the nodes of the soundproof array, weakening the array's isolation effect slightly.

Then he remembered the reward he had just received...

Liquid erosion.

According to the system's instructions, from this moment on, his sweat, saliva, tears, and even blood will have a special attraction for women, and prolonged contact will gradually lead to addiction.

He didn't know exactly what kind of effect this addiction had, but the things the system produced had never disappointed him.

Tang Ruoyin had released her grip on his shoulder at some point, and her tongue inadvertently swept across that small patch of skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat.

Her body trembled almost imperceptibly, and a faint, dreamy look flickered in her misty eyes.

That hazy feeling was fleeting, and she herself seemed unaware of it, but Mu Tianmiao saw it clearly.

The new system mod has started working!

Chapter Twenty-Three: Tang Ruoyin's Dragon Suction Water

Tang Ruoyin lay on the soft couch, her cheeks buried in her crossed arms.

Her long, black hair was scattered messily across her bare back, rising and falling slightly with her still-breathing breaths.

Her fingers gripped the soft cushion beneath her, the tips still trembling slightly from the exertion she had just exerted.

This kid must have taken some wrong medicine today; he doesn't know how to be gentle with women at all.

From the moment he stepped through that door, he seemed like a completely different person, pressing her down on the soft couch and conquering her round after round.

It went on for so long that there were several times when she felt her consciousness was about to drift away.

The physical strength of those at the Golden Core stage and those at the Nascent Soul stage is not that different in this respect...

But this kid really managed to overwhelm her, a Nascent Soul cultivator, today.

If she hadn't been so desperate that she had to persuade him two or three times with her words, she probably would have fainted by now...

But strangely enough... the second half felt surprisingly good.

No, it's not just good...

It was wave after wave, one layer upon another, like tides overlapping each other. Every time she thought she had reached the top, the next wave would push her even higher...

That feeling of almost flying was so amazing, so amazing that it still felt a little unreal when she thought about it...

This wasn't the first time she'd done this with Mu Tianmiao; over the past three years, it must have been dozens of times...

Although it always felt good, it had never felt this good before, so good that she almost lost control...

This kid hasn't come to see her for only a week, how come he's suddenly become so powerful?

Has his cultivation improved?

Or did they secretly practice some kind of dual cultivation technique?

But the flow of spiritual energy just now was from that book, Yin Yang Harmony...

Tang Ruoyin lifted her face from her arms and glanced at Mu Tianmiao, who was fastening her belt.

The young man looked refreshed and satisfied, with a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

He was sweating more than usual, and his entire upper body was covered in a thin layer of water.

The air was filled with his faint, indescribable scent, which inexplicably made her want to do it again...

Tang Ruoyin was startled by her own thought and quickly buried her face back in her arms...

This can't go on...

She silently warned herself.

If this kid keeps going this way, she'll eventually become one of those depraved female cultivators in those novels...

When she gave Qin Shuxin that book, she laughed at the female protagonist for her lack of self-control. Now, she suddenly understands the female protagonist a little better...

No, she's even worse off than the female lead...

Other women become addicted because they use evil magic as a flower thief, but she has nothing; this guy's abilities alone have made her completely infatuated...

If word gets out, where will she, as an elder, put her face?

Fortunately, Mu Tianmiao did not manage to completely disarm her in the end.

The two entangled on the soft couch for a while longer, and finally embraced each other, drenched in sweat. Neither of them bothered the other anymore, and they just lay there quietly.

The sunlight outside the window slowly changed from the blazing white of midday to the warm gold of evening, streaming in through the window frame and spreading a layer of soft light spots on the ground.

The noise in the Pill Pavilion gradually subsided as the disciples finished their work one after another. In the distance, a few long chimes of bells rang out, signaling the start of the sect's evening lessons.

The two of them held each other like that, chatting idly, occasionally laughing, sometimes falling silent, and cuddling until evening.

Tang Ruoyin propped herself up from his embrace, gathered her disheveled long hair, and retied it into a neat ponytail.

She glanced down at Mu Tianmiao, a slight smile playing on her lips, and placed her hands on his legs before slowly bending down.

Mu Tianmiao hissed, leaning the back of her head against the wall, her voice trembling.

"Sister Tang's Dragon Suction Water move... is really too powerful..."

When Mu Tianmiao came out of the Pill Pavilion, it was already completely dark.

He did not spend the night at Tang Ruoyin's place, although it was indeed very pleasant to hold Tang-sister tenderly on the soft couch until evening.

But staying overnight in the elders' quarters is too arrogant; if it gets back to Master, he'll probably get another beating.

He returned to his room, quickly washed up, changed into clean robes, and sat cross-legged on a futon.

The day's hustle and bustle and revelry did not disrupt his rhythm; he continued to spend all his evenings meditating as usual.

With hands forming a mudra, spiritual energy slowly flows from the dantian, circulating along the meridians, completing one great cycle after another, and cultivation accumulates silently, thread by thread.

The Yin-Yang Harmony Technique is truly an extremely perfect dual cultivation method.

The lovemaking I had with Tang Ruoyin that afternoon far surpassed the spiritual energy I accumulated through meditation.

However, one still needs to rely on meditation to solidify one's cultivation, lest the foundation be unstable.

The next morning, as the morning light streamed through the window, Mu Tianmiao was immersed in meditation, his mind clear and serene.

Then a small hand descended from the sky, thumb hooked around middle finger, aimed at his forehead, and flicked it down cleanly.

"Snapped!"

Mu Tianmiao was thrown backward by the slap, almost falling off the prayer mat.

He opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead, and saw Lin Yanluo standing in front of him, her 1.5-meter-tall figure looking down at him as he sat on the ground, her eyes shining like lanterns.

"It's a success! It sold out!"

She waved an account book in her hand, speaking excitedly.

Lin Yanluo shoved the account book in her hand into Mu Tianmiao's arms, her excited speech twice as fast as usual.

"That little toy, only four days! Just four days! As soon as the news spread, orders came in like snowflakes, completely outclassing those established brands from the Hehuan Sect!"

She gestured wildly, completely disregarding any semblance of elder dignity.

"The manufacturing area is already overwhelmed. I temporarily transferred three batches of disciples from the outer sect to help, but we still can't keep up with the demand!"

Mu Tianmiao opened the ledger and saw that the pre-sale orders had already been scheduled for next month.

The positive reviews filled several pages!

Mu Tianmiao flipped through the ledgers, finding them increasingly outrageous.

He thought it would take at least one or two months for this product to open up the market, but it sold out in just four days.

The Hehuan Sect is a professional in this field, with a reputation spanning hundreds of years, yet they were completely outmatched by a new product from the Xianying Sect.

How repressed are the cultivators in the Eight Desolations World on a daily basis?

Even more outrageous, when he flipped to the customer list page, he found that there were actually male customers in the purchase records.

What kind of angle should a man buy?

He stared at those records for several seconds, then decided not to delve into the matter... Some things are better left unsaid.

As he was processing this information, the disciple token at his waist suddenly lit up.

Li Xizhao's voice came from the token, his tone concise and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Come immediately to the main hall of the sect and convene an emergency meeting of the elders."

"Everyone is here, including you."

Before Mu Tianmiao could reply, the light on the token went out.

He looked up at Lin Yanluo and found that her eyes were squinting into two crescent moons as she smiled.

She crossed her arms, shook her head, and looked like she was watching a good show.

"You little rascal, you've really done a great job this time!"

She tiptoed and patted his shoulder, her tone full of teasing, yet hiding a hint of genuine pride.

Chapter Twenty-Four: We're rich! We're rich!

In the main hall, Li Xizhao sat upright in the main seat, holding the revenue ledger that had just been presented to her. Her usually calm and beautiful eyes were wide open at this moment.

Four days...

Only four days!

The sales of vibrating corner toys are more than five times the monthly revenue of Dan Pavilion's pills!

When she turned to the total on the last page of the ledger, she even doubted for a moment whether she had read it correctly. She checked it three times, and the result was the same each time.

She slammed the ledger shut and took a deep breath.

He cursed the Hehuan Sect in his heart!

Those despicable people who specialize in dual cultivation have kept this lucrative business to themselves for hundreds of years, making a fortune in silence without letting anyone else have a drop of soup!

The Immortal Shadow Sect has been dirt poor these past few years, almost unable to even hold its recruitment fair, while the Joyful Union Sect is making a fortune selling horn-wielding masters. It's truly despicable!

After she finished cursing, she had to admit that even if the Hehuan Sect hadn't covered it up, the Xianying Sect would never have thought of this approach before!

Who would have thought that those cold, lifeless magical artifact production lines could be transformed into a spirit stone mine with just a slight modification to their purpose?

Her gaze fell on Mu Tianmiao, who was standing in the line of elders below.

The young man stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, a perfectly measured humble smile on his face; he was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at him.

I don't know how this kid's brain works. While others are still figuring out how to refine one more pill to earn a few more spirit stones.

He immediately turned his attention to the area of ​​turning magical artifacts into everyday objects, a field that no one had ever paid attention to.

If it weren't for him, the sect would have really made a fool of itself at the recruitment conference.

Li Xizhao was increasingly satisfied with the idea of ​​finding an outstanding business talent who was also his personal disciple.

Li Xizhao placed the account book on his lap, his gaze sweeping over the people in the hall, his voice clear and decisive.