154: Cloud River City, Moon Worship Lantern Festival

The night was as dark as ink, and inside the main hall's sleeping quarters of the Daochu Sect, candlelight flickered.

Chu Weiwei stood before Su Lin, holding a steaming bowl of "supper."

It was a bowl of crystal-clear white fungus and lotus seed soup, but the lotus seeds were a strange pale purple, and as the steam dispersed, a scent that made one's heart race could faintly be detected.

"Revered Master, this is Purple Heart Drunken Lotus Soup."

Chu Weiwei's misty eyes were fixed on Su Lin, her voice so soft it seemed water could be squeezed from it,

"Weiwei knows Revered Master dislikes strong medicine, so this time I only added a tiny bit... truly just a tiny bit, of herbs to aid in... no, to aid in sleep."

Su Lin looked at the bowl of soup, then at Chu Weiwei's expectant expression, which clearly said, "Drink it quickly, and then I can do as I please," and sighed helplessly.

"Weiwei, I taught you that the Dao of medicine is about saving people, not for administering medicine to your Revered Master."

"But..."

Chu Weiwei bit her lower lip, looking wronged, "Revered Master's current body is like a perfect jade stone. Weiwei just wants to give this jade stone some maintenance.

And... if I don't use medicine, how would Revered Master ever let Weiwei..."

"Bang!"

The door to the sleeping quarters was pushed open—or rather, kicked open—in an extremely crude manner.

The two palace doors, made of millennium agarwood, groaned under the strain and slammed heavily against the wall.

"I knew you quack had ill intentions!"

Luo Ximei strode in quickly. She had clearly finished bathing and changed into a more daring black and gold cloud-patterned dress.

Her black and white intertwined long hair was not tied up, but loosely draped behind her, the damp ends still carrying the fresh scent of water from the pond.

Her platinum right eye gleamed in the candlelight, and her gaze towards Chu Weiwei was filled with disdain.

"Taking advantage of me changing clothes to come and fawn over him?

Third Senior Sister, your methods are still so despicable."

Startled by this, Chu Weiwei almost dropped the tray in her hands.

She quickly stabilized herself, turned around, and her previously gentle expression instantly switched to coldness:

"Fifth Junior Sister, it's a rule to knock before entering Revered Master's room.

Have you been in the Demonic Path for so long that you've forgotten even this basic courtesy?"

"In my own home, entering my own man's room, do I still need to knock?"

Luo Ximei scoffed, walked over to Su Lin, very naturally pushed Chu Weiwei aside, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She extended a slender finger and lightly tapped the bowl of lotus seed soup.

Sizzle.

A faint wisp of Devilish Qi entered the bowl, and the soup, which had been emitting a sweet fragrance, instantly boiled, then turned into a pile of black residue.

"Oops, my hand slipped."

Luo Ximei said without sincerity, then turned to Su Lin, a brilliant smile blooming on her face,

"Revered Master, eating this kind of junk food is not good for your health. Your Disciple will take you to eat something delicious!"

Su Lin looked at the charred supper and then at the two women, who were at daggers drawn, knowing that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Yunhe City."

Luo Ximei's eyes lit up, "I saw it on the way back just now.

There's a Moon Worship Lantern Festival there tonight, it seems very lively. Let's go take a look!"

"Lantern Festival?" Chu Weiwei was startled, and then a hint of eagerness flashed in her eyes.

For Cultivators of their level, Mortal festivals had long lost their meaning.

But that also depended on who she was with.

If it was with Revered Master... "Visiting the market..."

Countless classic scenes from storybooks instantly appeared in Chu Weiwei's mind: crowded streets, hands that had to be held, sharing a candied hawthorn skewer, releasing water lanterns by the river and making wishes for "eternal unity"... Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze towards Su Lin was filled with longing.

"Revered Master... Weiwei wants to go too."

Su Lin rubbed his temples.

Now that the matter of the Myriad Tribulation Ruins was settled and the Heavenly Dao was temporarily hidden, a little relaxation might not be a bad thing.

"Alright." Su Lin stood up, "Then let's go see."

"Yay! Revered Master is the best!" Luo Ximei cheered, about to embrace Su Lin.

"Wait." Su Lin extended a finger to her forehead, "You can go, but we must agree on three chapters."

"First, Seal your cultivation. You are not allowed to use power exceeding the Foundation Establishment Stage, and even less allowed to release your aura casually.

That is a Mortal city; if you two scare everyone in the city to death, I will hold you accountable."

"Second, change your clothes. Ximei, change out of that outfit that looks like you're about to ascend the throne.

Weiwei, get rid of the medicinal scent on you."

"Third," Su Lin looked at the two, "no fighting. Whoever makes the first move tonight will immediately enter secluded cultivation for twenty years."

"..."

The two exchanged glances, and although their eyes were filled with "you're lucky," they still obediently nodded.

"We respectfully obey Revered Master's decree."

...Yunhe City, a major Mortal city, was exceptionally prosperous tonight.

The bright moon hung high, and the entire city was adorned with countless colorful lanterns, making it as bright as day.

On the long street, people flowed like weaving threads, the sounds of hawking, laughter, and string and bamboo instruments intertwined, forming a warm wave of Mortal World bustle.

Amidst the bustling crowd, three figures walked slowly.

The young man in the middle, dressed in a simple green robe,

with half-tied black hair, though wearing no expensive ornaments,

still exuded a gentle, jade-like, and transcendent temperament that made passing maidens frequently glance back.

And by his side, two women followed, one on the left and one on the right.

The woman on the left wore a fiery red ruqun, tall and alluring, with a heroic and wild spirit between her brows.

Although she deliberately restrained her aura, her heterochromatic eyes (to avoid alarming the world, she used an illusion to conceal the platinum glow of her right eye, leaving only a deep black pupil, but the occasional domineering aura still made people dare not look directly) still inspired awe with every glance.

The woman on the right wore a pale green silk dress, petite and exquisite, with a clear and ethereal face, like a lotus emerging from water.

She clung tightly to the Young Master's arm, looking like a delicate bird, but in her eyes, which occasionally swept over other women, lay a chilling vigilance.

These were none other than Su Lin and his two Disciples, disguised.

"Revered Master, Revered Master! Look at that!"

Luo Ximei excitedly pointed to a stall selling sugar figures.

As the Demon Path Supreme Being, her previous appearances were always accompanied by bloodshed, and she rarely saw such small, everyday trinkets.

She pulled Su Lin and squeezed to the front of the stall, grandly pulling out a gold ingot large enough to buy the entire street, and said to the dumbfounded old artisan, "Old man, make me a sugar figure!"

"This... this young lady, I can't, I can't, this is too much, this old man can't make change..." The old artisan's hands trembled as he looked at the gold ingot.

"No need for change." Luo Ximei waved her hand, "As long as you make it well, this is all for you as a reward."

"Alright, alright! What kind of figure does the young lady want?"

"Make him!" Luo Ximei pointed at Su Lin, "Make him look imposing and handsome!"

"And make one of me!" She pointed at herself, "Make it... hmm, in a pose where I'm tightly hugging him!"

Chu Weiwei, who couldn't listen anymore, said sarcastically, "Fifth Junior Sister, in public, can you be a little more reserved? Still hugging... Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Saying that, she smiled gently at the old artisan: "Old man, make one for me too.

Make it look like I'm feeding this Young Master medicine... oh no, feeding him tea.

With that kind of affectionate gaze, can you make that?"