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

After all, this trip will last at least ten days to half a month. There will be fighting and killing in the secret realm, and after coming out, we will have to continue soaking in Lin Yanluo's medicinal pot.

I don't know when I'll have another chance to get intimate with Sister Tang.

But now, looking down at the red, glowing male virtue talisman on his wrist, that thought was extinguished as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

If Master's magic is really as effective as she says, then who he encountered outside the secret realm, how many times he encountered it, and where he encountered it will all be exposed when he returns.

He didn't even dare to imagine how dark his master's face would be then.

Let's just be honest and straightforward.

He sighed and walked towards his residence, beginning to prepare the pills and magical artifacts he would take with him on his departure the next day...

The next morning, a huge flying boat hovered above the Immortal Shadow Sect Square.

The entire flying boat was forged from a mixture of black iron and spirit wood, measuring a hundred feet in length and over thirty feet in width, with its hull covered in dense array patterns.

Every line gleamed with a pale golden light in the morning glow.

This is a labor of love created by Qin Shuqing and Lin Yanluo.

Qin Shuqing was in charge of the array structure, and her design of the spiritual energy circulation and defensive barrier was ingenious.

Lin Yanluo was in charge of the overall forging. The keel of the ship was made from the spine of a Nascent Soul stage demon, and the deck was made of thousand-year-old spirit wood planks.

Two years ago, the two of them went into seclusion for three months and turned the airship from blueprints into a real object. The test flight was successful on the first attempt, and Lin Yanluo was so proud that she did several somersaults on the deck.

The Immortal Shadow Sect has only ten such flying boats, each of which is a mobile sect fortress, capable of accommodating three hundred people.

At this moment, more than a dozen Golden Core stage disciples were standing on the deck of the flying boat, with the two team leaders, Lin Yanluo and Chen Zisu, standing side by side at the bow.

In the square, hundreds of disciples and elders who remained looked up at the giant ship slowly rising into the sky and waved goodbye.

The morning breeze blew, filling the sails of the flying boat to a full flutter, and the spirit arrays on both sides of the hull lit up simultaneously.

The spirit array propelled the colossal vessel slowly to a new direction, heading towards the endless mountains at the border of Zhongzhou and Nanzhanbuzhou.

Mu Tianmiao stood on the ship's railing, looking down at the crowd in the square that was getting smaller and smaller.

His gaze pierced through hundreds of feet, landing precisely on the moon-white figure at the very front of the square.

Li Xizhao stood in the very center of the elders' line, her flowing, wide-sleeved dress fluttering slightly in the morning breeze, her white jade hairpin gleaming warmly in the morning light.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Not Forgetting Tang Ruoyin Before Leaving

Li Xizhao was looking up at the flying boat, his expression still that of a calm and composed sect leader.

Mu Tianmiao raised her hand and blew a kiss in the direction of her master.

The satellite imagery from across the river was activated at the same instant.

Li Xizhao clearly felt a pair of lips pressing hard against hers, with more force than last night, heavy and hot, as if trying to suck her whole body in.

She pursed her lips abruptly, her beautiful eyes widening, almost cursing out in front of all the elders.

That guy's got some nerve; he even tried to take advantage of her from a distance before leaving...

But with the elders all around, she couldn't have any unusual reaction, so she had to force herself to hold it in, though her ears involuntarily turned a little red.

On the flying boat, after Mu Tianmiao finished blowing the kiss from afar, her left hand began to form a hand seal, her fingers slowly kneading.

He leaned against the ship's railing, ostensibly watching his master leave, but behind the scenes, the movements of his hand grew faster and faster, his thumb circling and his index and middle fingers pressing alternately.

Then, bring two fingers together, as if making a sword gesture, and rotate to thrust!

In the square, Tang Ruoyin stood dignified in the line of elders, her hands folded in front of her, her expression cool and composed, no different from usual.

Today she wore a moon-white long dress, and the jade medicine basket at her waist remained perfectly still, making her look like a jade sculpture.

Suddenly, she trembled violently, and her hands, clasped in front of her, instinctively clenched her sleeves until her knuckles turned white.

She clenched her teeth and swallowed back the gasp that was about to escape her throat.

His face, cold and aloof as frost, was taut, but a thin layer of moisture uncontrollably welled up at the corners of his eyes.

She raised her head, her gaze piercing through the morning light and the ever-widening distance between the airship and the ground.

Her gaze was fixed precisely on the guy on the ship's side who was smiling and waving at her.

Her eyes were full of resentment. It was one thing for him not to come last night, but this morning he had to use those methods to torment her while she was on the flying boat, with so many elders and disciples standing around.

But she couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything, and could only curse Mu Tianmiao from head to toe in her heart...

Then I'd run away first... after all, I'm about to get sprayed... damn it... this kid... he's playing with her Happy Beans...

The flying boat disappeared into the clouds, and the disciples on the square gradually dispersed.

The elders also turned and left in twos and threes, some returning to their own halls to handle official business, and others to arrange the sect's affairs for the day.

Tang Ruoyin turned around faster than anyone else, hurried across the square, and headed towards the Alchemy Pavilion.

Li Xizhao stood there, his gaze fixed on Tang Ruoyin's departing figure, his brows furrowing slightly.

Her intuition told her that something must have just happened.

Tang Ruoyin usually walks with a calm and unhurried pace, her skirt hem never moving. But just now, that figure from behind had hurried steps, her back ramrod straight, and her hands gripping her sleeves.

Especially the look she gave Mu Tianmiao before leaving, filled with resentment and an indescribable meaning.

Is it that teleportation spell?

Mu Tianmiao could kiss her from a distance, so naturally he could touch others from a distance as well...

She followed without making a sound.

Tang Ruoyin did not return to the Alchemy Pavilion.

She turned into a secluded corridor halfway down the road. It was a shortcut to the small garden behind the Dan Pavilion, and few people usually passed by.

She walked slower and slower, stopping to lean on a pillar, her other hand pressed tightly against her lower abdomen.

Her legs were pressed tightly together, her knees pressed against each other, and she leaned against the wall, trembling slightly.

She bit her lower lip hard, buried her face in her arms, and let out a muffled groan that she was desperately trying to suppress.

A moment later, her whole body stiffened suddenly, as if all her strength had been drained away. She slid down against the wall and sat down slowly, panting for a while before she could catch her breath.

Then, leaning against the wall, she stood up, lowered her head to straighten her clothes and skirt, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, took a deep breath, and regained her usual cool and composed demeanor.

They continued walking towards the Alchemy Pavilion.

Unbeknownst to her, at the corner of the corridor, Li Xizhao was leaning against the wall, having witnessed all of her earlier lapses in composure.

Li Xizhao walked out, her steps unhurried, the hem of her flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress brushing against the bluestone ground, making a soft rustling sound.

"Tang Ruoyin".

Tang Ruoyin trembled and stopped in her tracks.

She turned around, and her expression visibly shifted from calm to embarrassment.

A trace of red still lingered at the corner of her eye, which she hadn't had time to wipe away.

The teeth marks on her lips, which she had bitten herself, were clearly visible.

"Sect Master..." Her voice was much softer than usual, like a disciple caught red-handed making a mistake.

Li Xizhao sighed, not intending to interrogate her, but simply walked to her side, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Is that kid really that good? You're just letting him act so arrogantly?"

Tang Ruoyin was slightly taken aback, then lowered her head, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

The two had known each other for over a hundred years, back when Li Xizhao had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

While recruiting people from all over the place, Tang Ruoyin was still a female disciple who had been expelled from Medicine King Valley for bribing people with love potions...

This has been going on for over a hundred years.

Although nominally the sect leader and elder, their relationship had long since transcended that of superior and subordinate.

Tang Ruoyin did not answer, but silently followed Li Xizhao and walked forward side by side.

The two walked through the corridor and around several side halls, and suddenly the view opened up before them, revealing the Celestial Shadow Heavenly Pool.

The pool water was a clear, deep blue-green, with wisps of milky-white spiritual mist floating on its surface—formed by the natural evaporation of highly concentrated spiritual liquid.

This is the most important source of resources for the Immortal Shadow Sect. The Immortal Shadow Dew, famous throughout the Eight Desolations World, is produced in this Heavenly Pool.

Of course, the bathwater is from the Heavenly Pool, and the Immortal Shadow Dew is produced by the Dew Condensation Array below the Heavenly Pool. Strictly speaking, it's not necessary to sell the bathwater...

"That kid, Xiao Mu..."

Tang Ruoyin stood by the pool, gazing at the misty water, her voice carrying a softness she herself was unaware of.

"I was just lonely. Do you understand that feeling? Guarding a pill furnace, day after day, year after year, people come and go, disciples come and go, and there's not a single one I can talk to..."

"At that time, I thought that having a fleeting romance wouldn't be bad. I didn't care about the future or the outcome, and it would be a good way to comfort my heart that had no one to soothe."

She untied the sash around her waist and placed it by the pool, then raised her hand to remove the hairpin, letting her cascading black hair fall over her shoulders.

"And then I got addicted, it's that simple. You know me, I usually put on a serious face in front of my disciples, stern and disciplining them, but in private..."

She took off her clothes and stepped barefoot into the pool. The warm spiritual liquid washed over her ankles and calves, softening her figure in the rising steam.

"You know what I'm like in private."

Li Xizhao also loosened his belt and slowly immersed himself in the pool water, naked.

She leaned against the pool wall, her arms resting on the jade platforms on either side, and let out a soft hum from her nose.

"You shameless bastard, with your personality, it's a miracle you could leave your Yin essence to Xiao Mu."

"I thought you would have been snatched up by some pretty boy hundreds of years ago."

She closed her eyes slightly, her tone carrying a genuine sense of emotion.

"Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you yet. Your Yin energy helped him a lot, allowing him to advance rapidly in the Golden Core stage. This kid's cultivation has improved so quickly, and you deserve half the credit."

Chapter 40 The List of the Most Beautiful Women in the Eight Desolations

The misty waters of the Fairy Shadow Heavenly Pool lingered, enveloping the two graceful figures in a hazy glow.

Tang Ruoyin leaned lazily against the pool wall, tilting her head to rest on Li Xizhao's shoulder.

Her wet, dark hair clung to Li Xizhao's collarbone, but she didn't seem to care.

The two have known each other for over a hundred years, and have spent more time together in the pools than they've shared their innermost thoughts. This intimacy has long been a common occurrence for them.

Tang Ruoyin recounted the amusing incidents from those years, such as the embarrassing story of Lin Yanluo blowing up the back mountain when she first arrived at the sect.

Qin Shuxin's first time attending an elders' meeting resulted in an awkward situation due to her inability to make small talk.

There's also the glorious achievement of her and Li Xizhao teaming up to buy goods at the market, haggling so hard that the shopkeeper almost cried.

As Li Xizhao listened, he began to laugh, the corners of his mouth unusually relaxed, the majesty of a Nascent Soul stage sect leader completely forgotten amidst the pile of clothes by the pool.

While she was laughing, Tang Ruoyin's hands started to wander.

Her fingers slid silently across the water's surface, precisely covering Li Xizhao's rounded breasts. She gently squeezed them with her fingers slightly closed.

It was as if they were weighing the significance of some rare treasure.

She tilted her head, her tone full of mischievous amusement.

"Such a good thing, I wonder who will benefit from it in the future. No one has touched it for a thousand years. Sect Leader Li, how long do you plan to keep guarding it?"

Li Xizhao froze.

Her mind seemed to freeze at the sudden question, and she even forgot to push Tang Ruoyin's hand away.

She leaned against the pool wall, letting Tang Ruoyin's fingers roam freely over her chest.

The image of Mu Tianmiao, that boy with his mischievous grin, uncontrollably appeared before her eyes.

The focused yet seductive look in his eyes as he kneaded dough in the bedchamber, and that scalding hot kiss he blew on the flying boat this morning.

Tang Ruoyin realized something was wrong as she continued to squeeze.

Li Xizhao surprisingly didn't dodge.

Not only did she not dodge, but her face turned red.

It's not the kind of red that comes from being steamed by hot spring water; it's a stunning sunset glow that shines through from beneath the skin and can't be hidden.