152: Love threads entwine and longing lead

“Revered Master, please have some.”

Chu Weiwei held up the teacup with both hands, her eyes, always misty, hid a desire that could drown a person.

She deliberately aimed the side of the cup, which had touched her lips, towards Su Lin’s mouth.

“This tea must be drunk while hot. If Junior Sister Weiwei’s essence blood medicine guide cools, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced.”

Before Su Lin could reach out, a slender, strong hand intervened, seizing the exquisite jade cup.

“Crack.”

The jade cup let out a mournful cry under the pressure of two terrifying forces, its surface covered in cracks. The scalding tea spilled out, landing on Luo Ximei’s black and white Dharma robe, instantly evaporating.

“Third Senior Sister, this tea might not be very clean.”

Luo Ximei held the cup steadily, unmoving no matter how much Chu Weiwei pulled. She leaned slightly, her white-gold right eye scanning the emerald liquid in the cup, as if seeing through all its ingredients.

“It has Soul Calming Grass, Spirit Settling Flower… Oh, and it also has Love Silk Entanglement and Acacia Allure?”

She looked at Chu Weiwei with a half-smile, “Senior Sister, are you conditioning Revered Master’s body, or do you intend to take advantage of Revered Master’s weakness, use the medicine to control Revered Master’s Divine Sense, and then do as you please?”

Her intentions exposed in public, Chu Weiwei showed no shame; instead, her breathing quickened with excitement.

She let go, allowing the teacup to be taken by Luo Ximei, and softly collapsed to the ground. She looked up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy as she gazed at Su Lin, like a sinner awaiting judgment.

“Weiwei… Weiwei just wants Revered Master to be unable to leave her…”

She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling, “Revered Master, Weiwei was wrong. Please punish Weiwei… punish Weiwei severely…”

As she spoke, she extended her slender, fair neck, as if offering herself for slaughter, and even closed her eyes expectantly.

“…”

Su Lin watched this scene, feeling his temples throb.

One, a Demon Lord whose strength had just surged, wanting to monopolize him.

The other, a Medicine Immortal with a mind full of perverse thoughts, constantly seeking abuse.

This main hall of the Daochu Sect might not be a place he could stay in.

“Both of you, settle down!”

He took the cracked teacup from Luo Ximei’s hand.

“Revered Master!” Luo Ximei tried to stop him.

But Su Lin ignored her, tilting his head back and drinking the doctored tea in one gulp.

The scalding tea flowed down his throat, transforming into a warm current that spread through his limbs.

“The tea is good, but put less medicine in it next time.”

Su Lin placed the empty cup on the table with a crisp sound.

Chu Weiwei opened her eyes, and seeing that Su Lin had actually drunk her tea, a flash of disappointment crossed her face, immediately followed by immense satisfaction.

Revered Master drank it… from the spot she had tasted… “Yes… Weiwei will obey Revered Master’s teachings.”

She obediently kowtowed, and after standing up, a hint of provocation entered her gaze as she looked at Luo Ximei.

See? Revered Master still drank my tea.

What if you’re strong? Revered Master still dotes on me.

The commotion in the Daochu Sect’s main hall, after a cup of doctored spiritual tea was consumed, temporarily maintained a strange balance.

Su Lin put down the teacup, feeling the medicinal power of “Acacia Allure” within him instantly decomposed and devoured by his own domineering spiritual power, which had fused with the Law of Space and the power of the Primeval Demon. He couldn’t help but sigh.

If it had been when he was in the Soul Transformation Stage before, after drinking this cup of tea, this main hall would probably have turned into a Silk Web Cave tonight.

Su Lin stood up, and this action immediately tensed the nerves of both women.

Luo Ximei’s hand, resting on his waist, subconsciously tightened, while Chu Weiwei’s misty eyes were fixed on him.

“I just returned from the Myriad Tribulation Ruins, and I’ve picked up a lot of bad luck. I need to bathe and change.”

Su Lin’s gaze swept over the two of them, “Which of you will prepare it?”

This was a deadly question, but also an opportunity.

“I will!”

“Disciple will go!”

Two voices rang out simultaneously.

Luo Ximei raised an eyebrow, a flicker of light in her white-gold right eye: “Third Senior Sister, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself with such rough work.

I only need to use the Law of Space to draw the purest spiritual water from the Heavenly Pool, and then warm it with demon fire. It will be done in the blink of an eye.”

“Fifth Junior Sister, you are mistaken.”

Chu Weiwei softly but firmly retorted, not giving an inch, “Bathing is about the balance of water and fire, and the harmony of medicinal principles.

Revered Master has just been injured and has gone through a great battle. He needs to soak in Weiwei’s specially made Hundred Herb Jade Dew Soup, supplemented with massage techniques, to relieve fatigue and distress.”

After saying that, she specifically glanced at the mark on Su Lin’s neck, implying, “Besides, Revered Master has some dirty things on him that need a good wash.”

A red glow flashed in Luo Ximei’s eyes, about to erupt.

But Su Lin spoke first, pointing to the Empress of the Ghost Domain in the corner, who wished she could shrink into the ground.

“Yue Xiaoxiao.”

“Ay! Here! Sect Master, your command!”

Yue Xiaoxiao shivered violently and scrambled out.

“Go prepare hot water.

At the Clear Heart Pool in the back mountain.”

Su Lin said faintly, “As for you two…”

He looked at the Demon Lord on his left, then at the Medicine Immortal on his right.

“Neither of you is allowed to follow.

Anyone who dares to peek, or use Divine Sense to investigate…” Su Lin’s voice deepened slightly, “will be dealt with according to sect rules.”

Although the two were not currently members of the Daochu Sect, these words still held some deterrent power over them.

“Yes…”

Back mountain, Clear Heart Pool.

This was the most spiritually rich place in the Daochu Sect, a natural white jade pool fed by the geothermal spiritual spring from deep within the mountain.

Yue Xiaoxiao quickly prepared the water, and with great foresight, sprinkled some calming flower petals, then fled as if for her life, fearing that she would incur the wrath of the two grandmothers still fighting in the main hall.

Su Lin shed his clothes and slowly sank into the warm pool water.

At that moment, the scalding spiritual spring enveloped his entire body, and every pore relaxed.

He let out a long breath, leaned against the pool wall, and closed his eyes to rest.

Now that he had finally returned to his own territory, he at last had a moment of peace.

“Hoo…”

The steam blurred his face.

However, this peace lasted for less than half a cup of tea’s time.

Su Lin’s powerful Void Refining Stage Divine Sense keenly detected a subtle spatial fluctuation.

It was right on the water surface in front of him.

There was no sound, not even a splash.

The Void Realm seemed to be gently unveiled like a curtain.

A graceful figure appeared out of thin air in the pool water, directly facing Su Lin.

Her black and white Dharma robe had already been shed, leaving only a layer of thin, cicada-wing-like shark gauze, clinging to her wet skin, which only added to her hazy allure.

Her black and white long hair spread out on the water, like an unfurling ink painting.

Luo Ximei.

She swam out of the Void Realm, her hands propped on the bottom of the pool, inching closer to Su Lin.

“Revered Master…”

She spoke, “This Venerable thought about it, and still couldn’t rest easy.”