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

She quickly pressed the stopper back in, wiped it a couple of times in a fluster, and a barely perceptible look of panic flashed across her face.

"Huh? Oh."

She looked at the gourd in her hand, which was full to the brim, and then at the small cut on Mu Tianmiao's fingertip that was still bleeding. She almost blurted it out.

"Pity."

Mu Tianmiao pulled her hand back, sucking on the wound on her finger while looking at her suspiciously.

"What? What's a pity?"

Lin Yanluo was taken aback by the question, then quickly turned her head away, hugged the gourd tightly to her chest, and resumed her usual girlish tone.

"It's nothing! It's a pity I only made one cut. I should have made more cuts and filled more bottles!"

"Your blood, even that of a small fry, has some research value; it's such a waste to let it go to waste."

She spoke with conviction, but her ears quietly turned slightly red without her even realizing it.

In the afternoon, Mu Tianmiao said goodbye and ran off in a flash.

Lin Yanluo stood at the entrance of the weapon refining pavilion, watching the boy's figure disappear at the end of the stone steps.

She pursed her lips, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.

She turned and went back into the pavilion. As soon as she sat down, a disciple brought her a new batch of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

It was said that the sect leader had instructed that each elder should have a copy, and as the weapon-refining elder, she naturally had one as well.

Lin Yanluo casually flipped through two pages, which were filled with dense text about desert sandstorms and the greatest heroes. After reading a few lines, her eyelids began to feel heavy.

She yawned and tossed the book directly into her storage ring.

These fighting and killing novels are not as interesting as her weapon-refining manual. I really don't know why that bookworm Qin Shuxin is so engrossed in them.

She had just closed the storage ring when she opened it again.

What was pulled out of it was not a book, but a gourd filled with Mu Tianmiao's blood.

She held it in her hands, looking at it from left to right, her thumb repeatedly rubbing the gourd's surface, as if she were holding a newly forged, peerless magical artifact.

The pavilion was quiet; the disciples were all busy outside, and no one would come in.

She poured a small drop of dark red blood from the gourd and carefully smeared it on her fingertip.

The drop of blood was slightly warm on her fingertip, radiating an aura she couldn't suppress.

She stared at her fingertips for several seconds, then opened her mouth and put them in.

The moment the tip of my tongue brushed against my fingertips, a strange sensation shot from the root of my tongue straight to the top of my head.

Her brain felt like it had been hit hard by something, a thin layer of mist clouded her vision, her whole body trembled slightly, and her breathing became irregular.

She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and repeatedly licked the trace of blood on her fingertips, a blush slowly rising on her cheeks.

After a long while, she opened her eyes, which were already misty with tears, and took out the smallest Mr. Horn from the depths of her storage ring.

She stood up, her steps a little weak, and slowly walked into the bedroom.

The door closed slowly behind her, shutting out all her soft, girlish whispers...

“Little fish~ Hug me~ Eeya…”

Using small toys is a path of no return. The magical substances tainted with the power of the dragon and the blood of Mu Tianmiao will make this behavior like drinking poison to quench thirst. The more you try to comfort them, the harder it becomes to endure.

When Mu Tianmiao arrived at the alchemy pavilion, it was during the busiest time of the afternoon.

Since the membership system and Mr. Zhendong have both taken action, the accounts of the Dan Pavilion department have become better day by day, and the disciples' enthusiasm has also risen accordingly.

Several young female disciples carrying boxes of pills hurried through the corridor. Upon seeing him, they first bowed respectfully, then shoved each other a couple of times.

Two of the bolder ones squeezed out, their faces flushed, and came up to ask for autographs while holding copies of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Mu Tianmiao signed the document with a wry smile, thinking to herself that she would have to discuss with her master later whether she could charge some spirit stones for the signature service, as it would be a way to generate income.

He finally managed to shake off his enthusiastic junior sisters, pushed open the door to the main hall, and went inside.

Before they could even stand up straight, they heard Tang Ruoyin's voice drifting out from the inner room.

"Xiao Mu's here? Come in quickly~"

The voice was unhurried, with a slight upward slant at the end, carrying a languid quality, as if someone had been waiting for a long time and had finally met the person they were looking for.

For the past two weeks, Mu Tianmiao has either been soaking in a medicinal pot by Lin Yanluo, being hung up and beaten by his master, or copying books for Qin Shuxin in the Array Pavilion.

It's been quite a while since I've had a proper time with Sister Tang.

He straightened his clothes, pushed open the door to the inner room, and went inside.

Mu Tianmiao pushed open the door and stood frozen in place.

Only one lamp was lit in the inner room, its dim and ambiguous light outlining the scene on the soft couch as if it were a vivid and fragrant painting.

Tang Ruoyin lay on her side on the soft couch, draped only in a light gauze, the thin fabric seemingly nothing at all.

This, on the contrary, made her graceful curves appear even more subtly revealed.

She gently bit both ends of a ribbon with her pearly teeth, the ribbon passing across her lips in the middle, giving her a touch of indescribable allure to her cold and aloof face.

When he came in, she didn't get up, but just slightly raised her eyelids. Her eyes, which were usually as cold as ice, were now covered with a layer of wet mist.

The corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint blush, as if she had been waiting for a long time, or as if she was enduring something.

She loosened the ribbon, bit her lower lip, and spoke in a husky voice, with a hint of coquetry and a touch of complaint.

"I've been so busy these past few days, and now that I finally have some free time, all I can think about is you~ It's so strange, why am I thinking about you so much~"

Her fingers traced circles on the soft couch, her legs shifting slightly uncomfortably, her eyes gleaming with undisguised greed.

"It itches so much, Xiao Mu~ Come and comfort me~"

Mu Tianmiao could no longer hold back.

He ripped off his outer robe and threw it behind him, then pressed himself against her.

Tang Ruoyin let out a soft gasp as he pounced on her, which quickly turned into soft, gurgling sounds that were drowned out by his lingering kisses and increasingly intense rhythm.

The soft couch, bearing the weight of two people, creaked softly and rapidly.

Tang Ruoyin's light gauze had long been thrown into some corner, and her long black hair was scattered on the soft cushion.

Her body swayed like the ripples on a lake in spring with each solid impact.

Her hands, which had been gripping the cushion beneath her, were eventually broken by the impact, leaving her limply clinging to Mu Tianmiao's shoulders.

The fingernails left faint red marks on his back.

Her eyes were half-open, the whites of her eyes rolled slightly upwards, and her lips moved, uttering words of praise intermittently.

Every word he uttered was shattered into fragments by his force, yet he insisted on continuing, refusing to stop.

Mu Tianmiao was very pleased.

The strength in my waist and abdomen that I developed over the past two weeks of body training is no joke.

The copper skin and iron bones boiled in the medicine pot were now put to good use.

He looked down at Tang Ruoyin's expression, which was a mixture of delight and loss of control, and felt that his suffering over the past two weeks had not been in vain.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Tang Ruoyin's Night

Mu Tianmiao looked down at Tang Ruoyin's dazed face, then suddenly slowed down and cupped her cheeks.

He gently wiped away the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

Tang Ruoyin half-opened her misty eyes, wondering what trick this kid was up to this time.

"Sister Tang, how about you sing a song?"

Tang Ruoyin's breath was fragrant, but her voice was broken and intermittent from his impact.

"Wh...what song is it...?"

Mu Tianmiao's lips curled up, and while speeding up again, she cleared her throat and started singing.

His tune was light and eccentric, unlike any other song in the Eight Desolations World, and his lyrics were also strange and unusual.

"Thinking of you makes me oh ho ho ho ho~ So much regret for our long-awaited separation~ Oh ho ho ho ho~ Burning paper money, ashes fill the willows with smoke..."

Tang Ruoyin was led by him to hum along for a few lines intermittently. At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Although the lyrics were a bit strange, the melody was surprisingly pleasant and catchy. She memorized it after humming it twice.

But she soon discovered the trap... Every time she sang "Oh ho," Mu Tianmiao would cause trouble...

It rammed in as if it had timed it perfectly, smashing her perfectly good "oh" into fragmented, broken syllables...

He somehow managed to turn a perfectly good song about Grain in Ear into a strange new style...

Tang Ruoyin wanted to scold him, but every time she opened her mouth...

In the end, he could only rise and fall with the rhythm, singing the whole song in a fragmented way.

"Just thinking about you makes me... oh oh oh so sweet~"

"You naughty boy! Grain in Ear (芒种)... haha... you could call this sowing seeds!"

The evening glow streamed through the window into the inner room, casting a dim, yellowish light on the floor.

The entire room was a mess. The couch was askew, the cushions were scattered all over the floor, the gauze was hanging on the lamp stand, and even the herb shelf next to the alchemy furnace had been knocked askew by some unknown time.

The air was filled with the scent of sweat and herbs, as well as that unique fragrance of Mu Tianmiao that Tang Ruoyin found increasingly addictive.

From afternoon to evening, from the soft couch to the walls and then to the floor, Mu Tianmiao poured all the energy he had accumulated during his cultivation into Tang Ruoyin.

The dual cultivation technique circulated round and round, spiritual energy surged between the two people's meridians, and their cultivation level gradually increased during their lovemaking.

However, Tang Ruoyin was ultimately a pure Dharma cultivator, and her physical body could not withstand such torment from a Golden Core cultivator who had just completed body refinement.

She's been able to hold on until now entirely thanks to her Nascent Soul stage cultivation...

Her legs felt so weak, as if her bones had been removed, and she lay sprawled on the soft couch, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks, matted together with sweat, and there were beads of water, whether sweat or tears, hanging from the corners of her eyes.

His lips moved for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a few words, albeit haltingly.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore, Xiao Mu... I'm falling apart..."

Afterwards, Tang Ruoyin was so weak that she felt as if all her bones had been removed, and she lay on Mu Tianmiao's chest.

Her hair was disheveled and scattered in the crook of his shoulder, and her breathing had not yet calmed down.

Those usually aloof eyes were now unfocused and lifeless, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of their eyes, while a dreamy and satisfied smile played on their lips.

Her lips left a trail of fine red marks on his body.

Her skin glowed with a moist sheen under the dim light of the lamp.

She was usually such a calm and composed person that the hundreds of disciples in the Alchemy Pavilion didn't dare to breathe loudly in her presence.

Who would have thought that at this moment she would be like a crazed mother cat, lying on a catnip and licking and biting it, unable to stop.

The combined effects of liquid erosion and dual cultivation techniques were excellent, and coupled with the frenzy of this afternoon, the ecstatic turmoil within Tang Ruoyin's body had not yet completely subsided.

That feeling of being addicted to his energy is still brewing.

He looked down at Tang Ruoyin's appearance, then suddenly reached out and pressed down on the back of her head.

Tang Ruoyin let out a muffled gasp, then fell silent.

The sound echoed in the quiet room, dense and long, occasionally interspersed with her soft breaths as she took a breath.

After a long while, she finally succumbed to sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep on his lap, her lips still slightly upturned, as if she were still savoring something delicious in her dream.

Mu Tianmiao leaned against the wall and let out a long breath, feeling that coming to see her this afternoon was definitely the right decision.

That night, Mu Tianmiao did not return to her own bedroom.

Although the soft couch in the inner room was in a terrible state, he didn't want to move it after Tang Ruoyin fell into a deep sleep, so he let her rest her head on his arm and lay there until late at night.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her slightly flushed cheeks and the satisfied curve of her lips.

He reached out and gently brushed the strands of hair stuck to her face, his movements much gentler than in the afternoon.

In the dead of night, Tang Ruoyin slowly woke up. The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to turn over and hug Mu Tianmiao's face tightly.

She showered him with kisses on his lips, cheeks, and forehead, kissing him haphazardly, as if she wanted to pull him into her arms.