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

Mu Tianmiao's face was covered in her saliva from her kisses, and he laughed as he backed away.

"How was it, Sister Tang? Are you satisfied with my service?"

Tang Ruoyin nestled against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Her long hair slipped down her shoulders, casting a shadow over both of their faces, noses touching, their breaths mingling.

Her words were so cheesy that even she herself didn't think they were herself.

"I love Xiao Mu the most~"

"Only Xiao Mu can see me like this. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive without Xiao Mu~"

Her voice was so soft it seemed to melt your heart, completely different from her usual aloof and cold demeanor as the alchemy elder.

Mu Tianmiao couldn't help but laugh.

"Is it really that serious, Sister Tang? Is it really that exaggerated?"

Tang Ruoyin poked his chest with a smile and let out a soft hum.

"You bad guy, you must have done something. I know my own personality best. No matter what happened before, I would never say something like this."

"But lately I've become more and more addicted. I feel uneasy if I don't see you for a day. What have you been doing?"

Mu Tianmiao would certainly not reveal the secret.

He reached out and pinched Tang Ruoyin's chin, lifting it slightly. His thumb lightly caressed her lips, a mischievous smile playing on his lips that she knew so well.

"What, as long as Sister Tang is comfortable, that's all that matters. Why worry about so much?"

"I'm going to make Sister Tang unable to leave me, and embrace you like a furnace. How about it, are you scared?"

Tang Ruoyin leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

"Then let's use me as a furnace again and bully me a bit more!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Tianmiao could no longer restrain himself and immediately began the second round of dual cultivation...

Chapter Thirty-Four: Humiliation from Afar

It was the early hours of the morning, an hour before dawn. The sky outside the window was still a deep, inky blue, with only a faint sliver of gray showing on the horizon.

Tang Ruoyin sat on the edge of the soft couch, wearing a loose, plain white inner robe, and combed her long hair, which had been ruffled countless times, in front of the bronze mirror.

The wooden comb glides lazily and leisurely from the roots to the ends of the hair.

In the mirror, her eyes were full of spring, and a satisfied smile hung at the corner of her mouth. There were four red marks of varying depths on her neck.

Those were the seeds that Mu Tianmiao planted gradually from the afternoon until late at night.

From the collarbone to behind the ear, each tooth bears teeth marks and sucking marks, like some kind of mark asserting sovereignty.

Mu Tianmiao walked up behind her, bent down, brushed aside her freshly combed hair, and placed another kiss on the side of her neck.

His lips pressed against hers and wouldn't let go, sucking and licking, his tongue circling over that small patch of skin until he left the fifth dark red mark before finally releasing her, satisfied.

Tang Ruoyin tilted her head slightly, obediently giving him a more convenient angle, without stopping the comb in her hand, only her breathing was a little heavier than before.

"Sister, I have a little trick I'd like to try on you."

Mu Tianmiao whispered into her earlobe, his voice low and filled with a hint of eager excitement.

Tang Ruoyin looked at him in the mirror and sighed reproachfully.

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve, Xiao Mu? You've been driving me crazy since this afternoon."

"You've come up with one trick after another. My sister's bones will fall apart in your hands sooner or later."

Mu Tianmiao smiled without saying a word, then reached into her collar and grabbed a handful of steamed bun.

He gripped it tightly, and soft white steamed buns overflowed from between his fingers, their texture smooth and warm to the touch.

The instant they touched, he secretly activated the Star-Seizing Hand from Across the Shore, leaving an invisible spatial mark within her body.

Tang Ruoyin stiffened slightly, looked down at her chest, and then looked up at Mu Tianmiao.

Even though his hand was still on her body, a strange feeling flashed by, as if something had pierced through her skin and penetrated deep into her body, but upon closer inspection, nothing had happened.

"What did you do?" she asked warily, looking at Mu Tianmiao in the mirror.

Mu Tianmiao pulled his hand out of her collar, gave her a mysterious smile, and then turned and walked to the other end of the room.

He stood in a corner about seven or eight steps away from her, raised his right hand, and made a grasping motion towards the air.

Tang Ruoyin's eyes widened suddenly.

She distinctly felt a forceful grip on her chest...

The shape of five fingers was imprinted on her skin in the air; the force, the angle, the familiar kneading method... it was definitely Mu Tianmiao's hand.

But he was clearly standing in the corner, with half a room's distance between them.

She looked down at the faint finger marks that had appeared out of nowhere on her chest, then looked up at Mu Tianmiao's hand, which was clenched in mid-air.

The expression on his face went from bewilderment to shock to a kind of unspeakable shyness, all in one smooth motion.

"This is... remote..."

Her voice was trembling.

Mu Tianmiao stood in the corner, a smug smile on her lips, and then began to make a series of feints.

With a grasping motion in his left hand and a kneading motion in his right, his ten fingers ravaged her body from a distance, her neck, chest, waist, and buttocks—every place he had marked became a target he could touch at will.

The fabric of Tang Ruoyin's plain white inner robe was pressed into handprints by an invisible force.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but no matter which direction she moved, those hands landed precisely on her.

Throughout the early morning, Tang Ruoyin was covered with invisible marks, densely packed, from head to toe.

In the early morning, the disciples in the alchemy pavilion were already busy.

The furnace was relit, filling the air with the aroma of herbs. Baskets of freshly picked medicinal herbs were brought in and sorted, each with its own task, in an orderly fashion.

Tang Ruoyin routinely inspected the progress of alchemy in various places, checking the quality of medicinal materials, instructing her disciples on the timing of the fire, and signing for newly arrived spiritual material orders.

Her steps remained unhurried, her voice remained clear and concise, and everything seemed no different from usual.

The only difference is that she has a light veil over her face today.

The disciples found it a bit strange, but they didn't think much of it.

It's not uncommon for elders to wear veils occasionally; the sect leader wears one all the time, doesn't he?

Mu Tianmiao followed behind Tang Ruoyin, keeping a distance of two steps, holding an ordinary sachet in her hand, turning it over and over and playing with it.

Sometimes he would press it with his thumb, sometimes he would twirl it with two fingers, as if he was just killing time because he was bored.

Tang Ruoyin was instructing a disciple on adjusting the heat in a pill formula when she suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence.

Beneath the veil, she bit her lip hard, swallowing back a sound that almost escaped her throat.

Her knees were slightly together, and her legs brushed together almost imperceptibly.

"Elder Tang? Is something wrong with the cooking technique?"

The female disciple held the pill formula and cautiously looked up at Tang Ruoyin.

For a brief moment, the elder's legs seemed to tremble, her long legs rubbing gently under her skirt, and her posture was somewhat unnatural.

The female disciple blinked, quickly dismissing her guess. She must have been mistaken. With Elder Tang's cultivation level, how could he possibly be unable to stand?

Mu Tianmiao stood behind Tang Ruoyin, her fingers slowly pinching the sachet, her smile innocent and pure.

Tang Ruoyin had finally finished instructing her last disciple on the pill formula and was about to turn around to check the newly arrived spiritual materials in the storeroom when the nemesis behind her suddenly quickened his pace.

Mu Tianmiao's fingers moved rapidly, kneading the seemingly ordinary sachet. Her thumb circled, while her index and middle fingers pressed alternately, the movements so fast they were almost blurry.

Tang Ruoyin suddenly covered her mouth.

Beneath the veil, her cheeks flushed crimson, and an uncontrollable spasm surged from deep within her dantian!

Her legs were pressed tightly together, her knees touching, and she barely managed to stay upright by leaning against the alchemy furnace beside her!

The heat from the stove wafted through my clothes, but it was nowhere near as scorching as the surging heat inside me.

"Elder Tang? Are you alright?"

The female disciple who had just spoken turned around and looked at her with concern.

Tang Ruoyin covered her mouth with one hand and waved the other to indicate that she was fine.

Her eyes were already glistening with tears, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Fortunately, the veil concealed her face, so the disciple couldn't see how disheveled she looked.

She took a deep breath, straightened up, and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth with what little dignity she had left.

"Go to the warehouse and check on the newly arrived medicinal herbs."

The female disciple responded and left.

Once the last disciple had gone far away, Tang Ruoyin turned around, grabbed Mu Tianmiao by the collar, and pushed and shoved him out of the Dan Pavilion.

She stood at the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other pressed against her lower abdomen. It took her a while to catch her breath, and her veil billowed up and down with each rapid breath.

"Alright...you've had enough fun, haven't you..."

She glared at Mu Tianmiao through her veil, her voice carrying a hint of reproach and pleading, the last syllable soft and lacking any intimidation.

"You're just trying to humiliate me. I can't stand you. I have important business to attend to, so hurry up and get out of here!"

Mu Tianmiao was a sensible person and stopped the remote connection with Tang Ruoyin.

He cupped Tang Ruoyin's face, lifted her veil, kissed her profusely, and then left, satisfied...

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Scam

Mu Tianmiao bid farewell to Tang Ruoyin and walked towards his master's bedroom, humming a little tune.

The mountain breeze in the early morning carried the fragrance of pine resin and medicinal herbs, and he was in a very good mood.

He planned to pay his respects to his master later and then go to Lin Yanluo's place to check on today's body-refining arrangements.

As for the mark left on Tang Ruoyin by the Star-Picking Hand across the river, he doesn't plan to play with it anymore for the time being; if he does, she might really turn against him.

Upon reaching the entrance to the sleeping quarters, he straightened his clothes, cupped his hands, and proclaimed in a clear voice:

"This disciple greets Master."

The palace doors opened automatically, and Mu Tianmiao stepped inside.

The spiritual energy in the sleeping quarters was so dense that it almost condensed into mist, and Li Xizhao was sitting cross-legged on the jade platform in the center.

With eyes slightly closed and hands forming a mudra, spiritual energy surged and rippled throughout his body like the tide, undergoing its daily cycle.

Her flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress swayed gently under the influence of spiritual energy, and the white jade hairpin in her hair shone slightly.

He was enveloped in a layer of pale golden light, dignified and majestic.

Mu Tianmiao dared not disturb him, so she tiptoed to the side and stood quietly, waiting for her master to finish his cultivation.

He leaned against the pillar, idly counting the rhythm of his master's breathing, his mind still replaying Tang Jie's out-of-control appearance last night.

Just then, the spiritual energy in the hall suddenly became disordered.

A cold and uncomfortable spiritual energy seeped in from a certain direction, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, and quickly spread out.

Li Xizhao suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changed drastically, and he rapidly flipped his hands, forcibly severing the ongoing circulation of Qi.

The circulation of spiritual energy was abruptly cut off, and the backlash struck her chest, causing her body to tremble violently.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the jade platform in a horrifying sight.

"Master!"

Mu Tianmiao's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward in three steps and reached out to support her shoulder.

Li Xizhao supported himself on the jade platform with one hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other, his breathing rapid and disordered.

She took a deep breath and examined her injuries. Fortunately, her Nascent Soul stage cultivation level was there, so although the backlash from this level of spiritual energy was not light, it did not damage her fundamental health.

Just as she was about to say it was alright, Mu Tianmiao rushed in front of her.

The strong scent of another woman wafted over, a mixture of the medicinal fragrance emanating from Tang Ruoyin and the lingering aromas from last night's lovemaking on Mu Tianmiao's clothes, skin, and hair.