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

"As soon as I opened my mouth to say who I was, she looked up at me and her first words were... 'Who designed this dress... It's so ugly...'"

Mu Tianmiao's lips twitched. Luckily, it wasn't his current dress. If his current dress had been called ugly... his master might have really gotten angry for him.

However, these are indeed words that Lin Yanluo would say.

"Later, she followed me back to the Immortal Shadow Sect. I gave her a weapon-refining pavilion and told her... You can fight whatever you want here, without worrying about the righteous or the demonic paths, just don't blow up the mountain."

"The next day she blew up a mountain. Her exact words were that the sect leader only said not to blow up the mountain, not that he didn't allow blowing up the mountain. I knew then that I hadn't misjudged her."

Li Xizhao picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. He placed it on the table, indicating that he would like another cup, his tone filled with heartfelt satisfaction.

“I got along with her not for any serious reason, but because she was a truly free person.”

"Do whatever you want, and don't care what others think."

"Such a genius, if placed in a disciplined sect, would only have all his sharpness dulled."

“But with me, she can do whatever she wants, except hurt her companions, that’s the only bottom line.”

Chapter Twenty-Six: Pastry Chef Mu Tianmiao

Just as Mu Tianmiao was about to speak, Li Xizhao raised her hand to stop him. The rocking chair swayed gently, and her voice slowly reached his ears.

"So, you're lustful, you like your master, the master who taught you for over ten or twenty years, and you look at his legs and chest—your master can understand that."

She held her teacup, her tone as calm as if stating a well-known fact.

“Young people are full of vigor and cultivate the way of spontaneity, so it’s normal for them to have these thoughts.”

Mu Tianmiao scratched his head, feeling a rare moment of embarrassment.

Li Xizhao put down the teacup, his tone still unhurried, but the tone became heavier.

"But if you ever become blinded by evil and turn into a wicked cultist who harms female cultivators to satisfy your own desires, I will deal with you myself. Do you understand?"

Mu Tianmiao would never have thought that the last sentence was a threat.

When his master said this, there was not a trace of killing intent in his tone; it was more like he was reminding him to bring an umbrella when he went out.

Besides, if he really were that kind of person... I'm afraid even his master would cripple him and keep him by his side...

Master would never kill him.

He chuckled, leaned down from behind the rocking chair, hugged his master's neck, rested his chin on her head, and said with a playful grin.

"How could that be, Master? If Master goes east, I won't go west; if Master kills a pig, I wouldn't dare kill a chicken!"

"Where did you get these proverbs from..."

Li Xizhao's lips twitched at his amusement, but she was too lazy to pursue the matter. She glanced at him sideways, her eyes filled with a helpless yet indulgent smile.

She slightly puffed out her chest, and the neckline of her flowing, wide-sleeved dress rose and fell gently with her movement.

"Alright, stop joking. Want to touch it? Consider it a small reward for solving the sect's spirit stone problem."

Mu Tianmiao was taken aback, rubbed his hands together, and his eyes shone as if two lamps had been lit.

"Really, Master?"

Li Xizhao leaned back in the rocking chair, looking at him with a half-smile, her tone carrying a lazy threat.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kick you out."

Before he could finish speaking, a system notification suddenly popped up in Mu Tianmiao's mind.

Random quests are back!

[Random quest triggered: Use your hands to carry Li Xizhao to the mountaintop.]

[Reward: Star-Gazing Across the River - Creates a portal that instantly teleports your hand or any body part to a pre-marked location. Suitable for remote touching, or more.]

Mu Tianmiao glanced at the reward description, and several uses flashed through her mind instantly.

He marked his master, so that no matter where she was in the sect, he could reach out to her at any time.

The mark is on Sister Tang's side, and the mark is on Lin Yanluo's side...

This reward is practically tailor-made for him!

He mentally agreed to the system's request and then took action!

Li Xizhao was still leaning back in the rocking chair waiting for his answer when she suddenly felt a heat on both sides of her neck.

The boy reached down with both hands from above her shoulders and deftly slipped them into the neckline of her flowing, wide-sleeved dress.

She gasped unexpectedly, then bit her lower lip, forcibly suppressing the gasp.

Even with her high level of cultivation, she couldn't withstand this kid's unpredictable behavior. One moment he was pitifully asking if it was true, and the next he was already taking action.

She had thought he would start from the waist or slowly work his way down from the shoulders, but to her surprise, he didn't even bother with the formalities.

She leaned back in the rocking chair, tilting her head slightly, a thin blush rising on her cheeks, but she didn't look away.

She only uttered a complaint, her voice much softer than usual.

"You're too impatient. I didn't run away..."

After Mu Tianmiao placed his palm on her, he stopped in a hurry.

He is an expert in the art of pastry making.

Master, this excellent spiritual object is like a piece of the finest spiritual wheat dough. You can't just start kneading and rolling it wildly; you have to follow a certain method.

He started from both sides, his palms gently pushing towards the center along the soft curves, his force even and steady, as if he were kneading every fiber of dough.

Once the two soft mounds were brought together, he stopped and waited for the squeezed part to spring back naturally. No rush, it takes time for it to spring back. He would wait for it to slowly return to its original shape before pressing again.

He repeated this process over and over again, from both sides to the middle, squeezing, waiting, rebounding, squeezing again, waiting again, and rebounding again.

The sensation under the palm is different every time, from the initial slight tension to the gradual softening, and finally to the feeling of completely melting away.

No matter how he kneaded it, it was incredibly obedient.

The fabric of the flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress rubbed against the back of his hand, the coolness of the silk contrasting sharply with the warmth of his palm.

Li Xizhao bit her lower lip, suppressing some unseemly sounds in her throat.

She had somehow squeezed her legs together, and the hem of her flowing, wide-sleeved dress was now wrinkled from her grip. The rocking chair's rhythm had also become erratic, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, entirely controlled by the boy's hand.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing changed from steady nasal breathing to intermittent exhalations.

Warm breath brushed against Mu Tianmiao's wrist, carrying a faint fragrance.

Mu Tianmiao felt that the time was about right.

When the dough is kneaded to this extent—it springs back strongly, is soft but doesn't collapse, has a smooth and delicate surface, and ripples easily when touched—it's kneaded properly.

He pinched the most sensitive pink pastry tip between his thumb and forefinger and flicked it gently.

The dough rippled like waves, the ripples spreading outwards in concentric circles for a long time.

Li Xizhao groaned, his back arched sharply and then fell back down, his whole body slumped in the rocking chair as if all his strength had been drained away.

A thin layer of water glistened at the corners of her eyes, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing stopped for several breaths before it resumed.

Her tightly clenched legs slowly loosened, and her fingers, which had been gripping the hem of her skirt, also loosened, though her fingertips were still trembling slightly from the force of her grip.

A system notification popped up in my mind at the opportune moment: [Mission complete. Reward issued: Stargazer Across the River.]

Mu Tianmiao pulled her hand out of her master's collar, looked down at her fingers, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

Even the usually aloof and icy Master would show this expression after being kneaded like dough.

He felt that he had mastered the art of making pastries.

Li Xizhao held his arm, her fingertips gently caressing his forearm. Her usually cold and sharp eyes were now covered with a thin layer of mist, making them look hazy and languid.

She leaned back in the rocking chair, her breathing not yet fully steady, the rise and fall of her chest faintly visible through her disheveled clothes.

She didn't say anything, but just casually stroked his arm.

It was as if they were still savoring the afterglow of those waves.

A few minutes later, she finally snapped out of her reverie.

She released his arm, slowly gathered her clothes, fastened the loosened belt, tucked her stray hair behind her ears, and re-inserted the white jade hairpin.

The entire set of movements was performed with composure, restoring the dignified demeanor expected of a Nascent Soul stage sect leader.

Then she raised her head and glared fiercely at Mu Tianmiao.

Mu Tianmiao had already skillfully circled behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to knead them gently, with a force many times gentler than when he was kneading dough earlier.

As he kneaded, he asked with a grin, "How's my technique, disciple?"

Li Xizhao snorted coldly, her tone still carrying a hint of lingering embarrassment and annoyance.

"Where did you learn such vulgar things?"

Mu Tianmiao paused.

This question is not easy to answer.

You can't exactly say you learned how to knead dough by watching the pastry chefs in the university cafeteria in your past life, can you?

His pause caused Li Xizhao's brows to furrow. She turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife, and stared directly at him.

"Did you learn it from Tang Ruoyin? You've been hanging out with her for three years, what kind of tricks haven't you tried?"

Her voice grew colder and faster as she spoke.

"Damn it! How dare you use the same methods you used on Tang Ruoyin to deal with your master!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Can't Get It? Can't Break Through It?

Mu Tianmiao quickly raised her hands in surrender, took a half step back, and looked completely innocent.

"I didn't! I've never kneaded dough with Sister Tang, really! I figured it out myself, I'm self-taught!"

"roll!"

Li Xizhao struck out with his palm, the wind from which was wrapped with the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage, sending Mu Tianmiao flying directly out of the back garden.

He traced a graceful parabola through the air, passing over ancient pines, flowing springs, and stone bridges, landing precisely in the pool of spiritual spring outside the sleeping quarters, splashing water more than ten feet high.

Li Xizhao withdrew his hand, leaned back in the rocking chair, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of the tea that had long since gone cold.

But without her even realizing it, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Mu Tianmiao climbed out of the spiritual spring, soaking wet, like a dog that had been kicked into the water.

He stood by the spring and channeled his fire elemental power, drying his robes in a few breaths. Then he wiped his face and brazenly walked back.

After crossing the stone bridge over the flowing spring and returning to the back garden, Li Xizhao was still leaning back in the rocking chair, holding the cup of cold tea in her hand. When she saw him slinking back, the corners of her mouth turned up, and her eyes were full of mischievous smiles.

"Why are you back again? Haven't you had enough of being kicked?"

Mu Tianmiao wasn't annoyed. He sat back down on the stone bench next to her with a grin and put his hand on her shoulder again to massage it.

He knew his master too well; she wasn't really angry, just a little jealous.

He was jealous of Tang Ruoyin, and he was also jealous of Lin Yanluo.

He gets jealous of any female nun he has an affair with.

In these situations, just obediently take the beating, and come back afterward; her anger will subside.

As expected, Li Xizhao stopped patting him. Instead, she turned her head slightly, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the pressure on her shoulders and neck.

As she laughed, she suddenly tilted her head slightly, brought her lips close to Mu Tianmiao's ear, and spoke in a very low voice, with a faint warmth in her breath.

"Once you reach the Nascent Soul stage, you can try consuming Master's Yin Essence."

Mu Tianmiao's hand suddenly stopped moving, and her heart skipped a beat.

He turned his head and stared straight into his master's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't. His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he could find his voice.

"Really? Master, are you serious?"

Li Xizhao leaned back in her rocking chair, picked up her teacup and slowly swirled it around, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye lifting slightly as she squinted.

"It depends on your performance."

Mu Tianmiao sat on the stone bench, feeling as if her whole body was on fire.