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

It was so thick it looked like I'd just crawled out of that woman's bed...

Li Xizhao stared wide-eyed at his disciple, who exuded the scent of another woman. His blood rushed to his head, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat before spitting out another mouthful of blood.

She clutched her chest, her finger trembling as she pointed at Mu Tianmiao.

"You brat... I almost suffered a qi deviation because of a mishap while practicing my internal energy... and you... and you..."

"You spent the whole night with another woman... and now you dare to come see me smelling like that... Pfft..."

Mu Tianmiao watched as her master's breathing gradually calmed down, but the anger in her beautiful eyes burned brighter and brighter, as if it would burn through the roof of the bedroom.

Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the ground, but he didn't dare wipe them away.

He knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the jade floor with a crisp sound, and words came out of his mouth like a machine gun.

"Master, I was wrong. I will definitely take a bath before doing so next time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Xizhao's fist had already slammed into his face.

This punch wasn't particularly powerful, but if a Nascent Soul cultivator were truly intent on killing, one punch could flatten an entire mountain.

But Mu Tianmiao was still sent flying, tracing an arc in the air before her back slammed against the wall of the bedchamber with a thud, and then she slid down the wall.

He rubbed his cheek where he had been punched and realized that the punch was much lighter than usual. His master still cared about him after all; even though he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, he still held back.

He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran back to Li Xizhao's side, his face filled with anxiety as he looked at the bloodstains remaining at the corner of her mouth.

"Master, how are you? Why are you coughing up blood? What was that spiritual energy just now?"

His voice carried genuine concern.

Li Xizhao touched her chest, the full curves rising and falling slightly with her still-unsettled breathing.

A trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth.

Mu Tianmiao knelt beside her, his gaze involuntarily sliding down an inch before snapping back, adopting a virtuous gentleman's expression.

Li Xizhao caught a glimpse of his furtive glances and pretentious manner, and she was furious.

But she was no longer in the mood to beat him up, and she didn't even bother to retaliate. She simply took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to regulate her breathing again.

The spiritual energy surged forth from the dantian again, flowing slowly along the meridians, completing one great cycle after another.

Her complexion gradually regained some color, and her disordered breathing slowly returned to normal.

After about two incense sticks' worth of time, she slowly opened her eyes, which had regained their usual clarity and tranquility.

She turned her head to look at Mu Tianmiao, who was still kneeling beside her, and said solemnly.

"That spiritual energy that interfered with me just now was not accidental; it came from beyond the heavens, from that realm above the Nascent Soul stage..."

"The realm beyond Nascent Soul is a scam!"

Mu Tianmiao paused for a moment, her mouth slightly open, uttering a short syllable.

"what?"

He didn't interrupt, but simply changed his posture, from kneeling to sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking up at his master, waiting for her to finish speaking.

Li Xizhao wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

The laughter wasn't the usual clear or playful sound, but a furious, teeth-gritting laugh, as if someone had been tricked for thousands of years and finally couldn't help but curse out loud.

She looked up at the coffered ceiling of the sleeping quarters, her eyes slightly red, whether from vomiting blood earlier or something else, it was hard to tell.

"The highest realm... the supreme realm, the integration stage, ascension, whatever you call it, all those stories of ancient powerful beings ascending to immortality recorded in those ancient texts are fucking lies!"

"That realm has long been corrupted."

She looked away, staring at her palm, her fingers slowly clenching.

"Whoever breaks through the realm will die, without exception. Once they step into the realm above the Nascent Soul stage, their consciousness will be pulled into the outer heavens, attracting evil spirits. Those things cannot be resisted by spiritual power, nor can they be killed by a sword."

"I only touched that threshold slightly with my divine sense just now, and that thing followed my consciousness."

"If I hadn't cut it quickly, you would be seeing a corpse right now."

Her voice grew softer as she spoke, and her clenched fist trembled slightly as she spoke the last few words.

"Mu Tianmiao had never seen his master show such an expression before."

"It's not anger, it's not sadness, but a sense of powerlessness when you're backed into a corner and can't find an opponent."

She leaned against the armrest of the jade platform, her shoulders slumped slightly, and suddenly looked somewhat tired and frustrated.

"I've cultivated for nearly a thousand years, thinking that reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage meant I was just one step away from ascension. But it turns out that this step doesn't lead to the Immortal Realm at all; it's a dead end. Is there really no chance left...?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were asking Mu Tianmiao, or perhaps herself, or the ancient sages who had long since turned to dust.

Chapter Thirty-Six: I Want My Master to Have Only Me in His Mind

Mu Tianmiao, however, was quite optimistic. He sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up at his master's rare look of defeat, and suddenly laughed.

He said.

"Then let's not ascend."

"What outer heavens, what supreme realms, we don't care."

"Wouldn't it be better for Master and disciple to stay together in this world forever? We have food, drink, and spirit stones to earn. Isn't that much better than ascension?"

He said this in a relaxed and casual tone, as if it were just a casual remark, but the concern in his eyes seemed to have become tangible.

Li Xizhao looked at the genuine worry in his eyes and smiled slightly.

She reached out and gently stroked Mu Tianmiao's cheek with her fingertips, from her brow bone to her cheekbone and then to her jaw, as if she were depicting a treasure she had kept for many years.

Her voice was unusually gentle, yet it carried a kind of frank cruelty.

“Some things are obsessions, Xiao Mu. Your master isn’t afraid of hurting you… I’ve cultivated for nearly a thousand years, not to be with you for eternity, you fool.”

"People at our level are just one step away, just one last step away, from witnessing the legendary celestial realm... How could we not yearn for it?"

"That's an obsession etched into the bones of all Nascent Soul cultivators. Even knowing that there's a dead end ahead, they can't help but want to take a look."

"so……"

As she spoke, her fingers slid down his cheek, her tone becoming helpless and indulgent, as if she were coaxing an ignorant child.

Mu Tianmiao suddenly cupped her face in his hands, staring intently at her, his tone firm as if he were about to announce some momentous decision.

"Then I'll make sure that Master's mind is filled only with me. I'll fill it with all that stuff, like the Outer Heavens and obsessions, so you won't remember any of that nonsense."

He released his grip, cast a cleansing spell to remove all traces of Tang Ruoyin's aura from his body, and then leaned down to kiss Li Xizhao's lips.

Li Xizhao was pressed back by him, her entire back pressed against the cold jade floor.

Before she could push him away, his tongue had already invaded her mouth without any room for refusal.

He held her waist tightly with one hand and supported the back of her neck with the other, locking her firmly in his arms, greedily taking every inch of the warm breath between her lips and teeth.

Li Xizhao originally wanted to refuse.

Her hand was already pressed against Mu Tianmiao's chest, her palm against the hard pectoral muscles that had been tempered by body refinement.

I planned to push him away as usual, just like countless times before when he took advantage of me, and slap him away cleanly and decisively.

But for some reason, this guy was much stronger than before. His arms around her waist were tightly wrapped, and his lips were soft and hot, his tongue darting around.

It carried a scent that she was familiar with but couldn't quite put her finger on; it wasn't Tang Ruoyin's perfume, nor Lin Yanluo's herbal scent.

It was his own scent—clean, warm, and a scent that made her feel comfortable from the bottom of her heart.

Her hand, which had been pressed against his chest, slowly loosened.

The fingers changed from pushing away to clinging, sliding up his chest, around his shoulders, and interlocking around the back of his neck.

She closed her eyes, her body gradually relaxing, her back pressed against the cool jade floor, while her chest pressed against his burning hot body.

This contrast made her involuntarily tighten her arms and hug him even tighter.

This undoubtedly gave Mu Tianmiao a great boost.

He noticed that his master's arm had wrapped around his back, and those hands that usually held only swords and teacups were now tightly gripping the back of his neck, with the fingertips even digging slightly into his hair.

His breathing suddenly quickened, and he kissed her deeper, greedily savoring every drop of sweet nectar from his master's mouth.

It's like a traveler who has been thirsty in the desert for a long time finally finding a spring, and can never get enough of it.

After a long while, Mu Tianmiao finally released her lips.

A soft sound was heard as the two lips parted.

"Boom~"

Li Xizhao's lips were red and moist from his kisses, and her lips were slightly swollen. A thin strand of saliva was pulled between the two of them for a moment before breaking.

She lay on the jade floor, her chest heaving violently, and it took her a while to catch her breath.

She glared at this audacious traitor, her voice soft and utterly lacking in any intimidation.

"Now you can let me go, you lecherous little brat... a traitorous disciple..."

Mu Tianmiao looked down at her. Her master's hair was disheveled, the white jade hairpin was crooked to one side, her clothes were half-opened by him, and there were still red marks left by his fingers on her collarbone.

He had to put on a lecturing expression, but his lips were red and swollen from being kissed, making you want to kiss him again.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but instead of letting go, he pressed down on it again.

"Not enough. As long as it's Master, it's never enough."

After saying that, he took her into his mouth again, slowly tracing the curve of her lips before probing inside once more.

This time it was gentler, yet deeper, his hand slowly moving up her waist, his fingertips caressing her ribs inch by inch through the thin fabric of her flowing, wide-sleeved dress.

Li Xizhao was so dizzy from his kisses that her fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric of his back, and a very soft hum escaped her throat.

Half an hour later, Li Xizhao finally mustered enough strength to push the hungry wolf off him.

Her hair was completely disheveled, her dark hair was spread all over the ground, her clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition, and her whole body, from her face to her neck, was covered with a thin layer of pink.

Mu Tianmiao stood up following the force of her push, took two steps back, but suddenly leaned down and gently pressed her lips to Li Xizhao's.

Li Xizhao felt an extremely subtle spiritual energy seep into the spot where he had pressed her. It didn't hurt or itch; it just felt cool for a moment. She instinctively covered her mouth and glared at him.

What did you do?

Mu Tianmiao straightened up with a mischievous grin, took a few steps backward toward the palace entrance, and then blew her a kiss.

At the very moment he blew her a kiss, Li Xizhao clearly felt a pair of lips firmly pressed against hers.

It wasn't a fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor was it an illusion. It was two warm, soft lips, carrying Mu Tianmiao's aura, precisely covering her lips that he had been kissing for half an hour. Even the touch was exactly the same as before.

She suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and a rare girlish shyness appeared on the face of that Nascent Soul stage expert.

Although it was fleeting.

Li Xizhao covered her mouth, the warm touch of the kiss from afar still lingering on her fingertips.

She glared at Mu Tianmiao, who had a mischievous grin on his face, and it took her a long time to calm her racing heart. Her voice still carried a hint of tenderness and a curiosity that a Nascent Soul stage sect leader shouldn't have.

"Where did you learn this spatial magic? How could you... such a method of teleporting objects across a distance..."

"secret."

Mu Tianmiao raised a finger and pressed it to her lips, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, her expression as infuriating as could be.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Secret Realm of Spiritual Plants

Li Xizhao rolled her eyes at him and didn't bother to ask any further questions.

This kid has too many secrets, from the inexplicably appearing Demon Refining Pot to the strange and wonderful business ideas in his head.

Then there's her writing skills, which captivated Qin Shuxin completely.

There's nothing surprising about having an extra spell that allows you to kiss from a distance...

She gathered her disheveled long hair, re-inserted the white jade hairpin, and straightened her crumpled clothes. Her movements were calm and composed, and she regained her usual dignified demeanor.

The swelling on her lips was completely healed by her casual little spell.

Just then, the spirit jade token at her waist, which belonged to the sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect, suddenly hummed, and a rapid surge of spiritual energy rippled out from the token.

This fluctuation created a pale golden communication pattern in the air.