168: A heartwarming teacher-student relationship?

Su Hongling’s sleep was far from peaceful.

Her Mahayana Stage Physical Body, which contained the Law of Ultimate Strength, was as heavy as a collapsing divine mountain, even in her sleep.

Su Lin felt a pressure on his chest, nearly being knocked out by the girl’s headbutt.

She was curled up entirely in Su Lin’s arms, her hands tightly gripping his lapel, and drool flowed down ungracefully, dampening a small patch of his clothes.

"braised pork... more..."

She smacked her lips, murmuring indistinctly in her sleep, and even stuck out her tongue to rub against Su Lin’s chest, seemingly savoring the taste of the Nine Revolutions Soul-Reviving braised pork she had just eaten.

...

Su Lin sighed helplessly, wanting to push her away, but seeing the still-damp tear stains at the corners of her eyes,

the marks of panic left when she thought she had lost her Revered Master, his extended hand ultimately turned into a gentle pat.

"Sleep, there's plenty more."

He said softly, his fingertips occasionally running through her messy red hair.

It should have been a warm scene between Revered Master and Disciples, if one ignored the two gazes of resentment beside them that were almost tangible.

Although Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei had also had their turbulent emotions calmed by the Law power of the eight treasures demon-subduing feast, this did not mean their possessiveness had vanished.

On the contrary, in that state of extreme comfort and relaxation, their instincts became even more exposed.

"Revered Master, I'm sleepy too."

Luo Ximei yawned, her heterochromatic right eye misty with tears.

She didn't need Su Lin's permission at all; she kicked off her shoes and slid up the other side of the soft couch like a black Siren.

She didn't try to squeeze into the spot in Su Lin's arms (which Su Hongling had already monopolized), but instead found another way.

She turned sideways, resting her head on Su Lin's thigh, her cheek pressed against his abdomen, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"This spot is mine."

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment, "Revered Master's scent is ten thousand times better than those Calming Incenses."

Seeing this, Chu Weiwei grit her teeth.

The top spot was gone, and the middle spot was gone too.

She glanced at Su Lin's remaining leg and his exposed feet.

"Then... Weiwei will just have to suffer a little."

She also took off her shoes, climbed onto the soft couch, and curled up by Su Lin's feet like a docile kitten, pressing her face against his calf and gently hugging his ankles.

"Revered Master's legs belong to Weiwei... no one else can have them."

She muttered softly, her gaze vigilantly fixed on the other two, like a cub guarding its territory.

Just like that, inside the pavilion of the Cloud Summit Immortal Palace, an extremely bizarre yet strangely harmonious scene formed.

The Void Refining Stage Revered Master sat upright, holding a drooling red-haired violent maniac in his arms,

A Demon Venerable, half-demon and half-immortal, was resting on his leg, and a Medicine Immortal, covered in poisonous fragrance, was lying by his feet.

The three female Devil Heads, enough to make the Cultivation World tremble in fear, were currently nestled beside this man like three fledglings who had found their nest, falling into a deep sleep.

Su Lin looked at the night sky outside the window, where the Sea of Clouds churned, feeling the three heavy weights and temperatures resting on him. The string that had been taut in his heart for a hundred years finally loosened at this moment.

No matter what, he had finally found three of them.

Although each one was more twisted and crazier than the last, at least... they were all here... The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and scattered onto the pavilion's window lattices.

Su Lin opened his eyes, feeling his entire body aching as if his bones had fallen apart.

It wasn't due to Cultivation, but because he had been used as a human pillow all night long.

Su Hongling was still asleep, but her posture had changed from curled up to a wild, spread-eagle shape. One leg was draped across Su Lin, and the heavy greatsword no edge had been summoned at some point, now cradled in her arms as a pillow, with drool running down the blade onto the floor.

Luo Ximei was awake, but she hadn't gotten up. She was staring intently at Su Lin's chin with her platinum-colored right eye, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his stubble, her gaze as obsessed as if she were looking at some peerless treasure.

As for Chu Weiwei... Su Lin felt a tickle on the sole of his foot.

He looked down and saw the girl holding a silver needle, gesturing toward a certain Acupoint on the sole of his foot, muttering, "This is the Bubbling Spring Acupoint. Sticking it in can replenish Kidney Qi... Revered Master is too weak now and needs supplementing..."

Su Lin took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Energy inside his body instantly condensed at the soles of his feet, forming an indestructible shield.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the "Kidney-Nourishing Divine Needle" in Chu Weiwei's hand—a special needle rumored to penetrate even Dragon hide—bent into a strange arc the moment it touched the sole of Su Lin's foot.

"Oh dear!"

Chu Weiwei cried out in surprise, her wrist numb from the shock, and the useless silver needle clattered onto the floor.

She looked up, her large, perpetually misty eyes instantly filling with grievance. Before Su Lin could speak, she started speaking with a whine.

"Revered Master... why is the sole of your foot so hard... Weiwei's hand hurts from the shock..."

As she spoke, she held her fair, tender hand up to Su Lin and gently blew on it, yet her gaze was still darting towards Su Lin's lower abdomen and groin. "It seems Revered Master is truly weak; even his Acupoints have sealed themselves off. This is avoiding treatment out of fear!"

"Shut up."

Su Lin finally lost his patience, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.

He abruptly threw back the silk quilt, which had become a battlefield, and mercilessly grabbed the back collar of Su Hongling, who was still pretending to sleep and refusing to get up. He pulled her out of his arms like pulling a radish and tossed her aside.

"Ouch!"

Su Hongling flipped over in the air and landed steadily, but still grumbled discontentedly, "Old Man, what are you doing! I was dreaming of gnawing on pig trotters, and you threw me away just as I reached the skin!"

Next, Su Lin reached out and pressed down on Luo Ximei's head, who was trying to burrow into his clothes, pushing her away by an arm's length with slight force.

"And you, stop clinging to me like a snake first thing in the morning."

"Revered Master is truly insensitive," Luo Ximei said, leaning lazily against the bedpost. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her platinum-colored right eye narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of sleepy charm. "Revered Master clearly didn't refuse Disciple's embrace last night."

"That was because you pressed me down so hard I couldn't move!"

Su Lin got out of bed with a dark expression, tidying his long robe which had been ravaged into a state resembling pickled vegetables by these three Evil Disciples.

"All of you, get up, wash up, and eat.

If anyone tries anything funny again, today's breakfast will be canceled."

The moment the words "eat meal" came out, Su Hongling's ears instantly perked up,

and a wolf-like hunger burst forth from her red pupils.

"Eating! I want to eat meat! I want to eat that pork knuckle from last night! Ten of them!"

"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you ever think about."

Chu Weiwei shot her Second Senior Sister a look of disdain, got up from the floor, and brushed off her skirt.

"Revered Master, then Weiwei will go prepare your washing water... and perhaps add some medicinal herbs that can tighten the skin..."

"Only plain water is allowed!" Su Lin immediately interrupted her dangerous idea. "If you dare to add anything colored to the water, you will stand outside in punishment."

Chu Weiwei pouted, muttered "doesn't appreciate good intentions" under her breath, but reluctantly left... Fifteen minutes later.

On the viewing terrace of the Cloud Summit Immortal Palace.

It must be said that Zhao Wuji of the Sky Vault Sword Sect was extremely capable. Not only did he vacate the best courtyard for them, but he also somehow found several top imperial chefs from the mortal world to stand by overnight.

At this moment, a huge white jade round table was filled with a dazzling array of breakfast items.

Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, Crab Roe Soup Buns, Jade Shumai, and thick, golden-yellow Millet Porridge, the aroma was overwhelming.

Of course, the most noticeable item was the huge basin of sauced large bones piled up like a small mountain in front of Su Hongling.

"Wuwuwu... Delicious... This is too delicious..."

Su Hongling used both hands, gripping a large bone in each, eating with oil dripping from her mouth. She had none of the image of a Mahayana Stage expert, looking instead like a refugee who hadn't eaten a full meal in centuries.

"Eat slowly, no one is fighting you for it."

Su Lin held a bowl of plain porridge, sipping it unhurriedly, and simultaneously tapped Su Hongling's greasy paw reaching into his bowl with his chopsticks.

"Those are my pickled vegetables."

"Hehe, the ones in Old Man's bowl smell better." Su Hongling retracted her hand, gave a silly laugh, and turned to wreak havoc on the basket of buns on the table.

On Su Lin's left, Luo Ximei hadn't picked up her chopsticks.

She rested her head on one hand, her heterochromatic eye staring fixedly at Su Lin's movements as he ate, as if he wasn't eating porridge but some rare delicacy.

She was peeling a crystal-clear grape in her hand. Once peeled, she didn't eat it herself but naturally offered it to Su Lin's mouth.

"Revered Master, open your mouth."

...

Su Lin looked at the grape, which seemed particularly superfluous at the moment, and then at Luo Ximei's posture of "I'll keep holding it until you eat it." He sighed helplessly and opened his mouth slightly.

The smile in Luo Ximei's eyes deepened. Her fingertip gently touched Su Lin's lips as she fed him the grape, and then, extremely suggestively, she brushed his lips.

"Is it sweet?"

"...Passable." Su Lin answered vaguely, feeling that this breakfast was more exhausting than Undergoing Tribulation.

"Revered Master is playing favorites!"

Chu Weiwei on the right immediately bristled. The bowl of special black porridge she was holding, rumored to have "thirty-six kinds of great tonifying medicinal herbs," had been strictly rejected by Su Lin and remained undelivered.

Seeing Luo Ximei succeed in feeding him the grape, her eyes darted, and she pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeve, approaching Su Lin.

"Revered Master, you have porridge on the corner of your mouth. Weiwei will help you wipe it."

Saying this, she reached out.

But before the handkerchief could touch Su Lin's face, it was blocked by an invisible force.

Luo Ximei sneered, her Devilish Qi transforming into a barrier between them. "Third Senior Sister, if that handkerchief of yours isn't smeared with aphrodisiacs, I'll eat this table."

"Nonsense! This is just ordinary... Potent Soul-Confusing Powder!" Chu Weiwei retorted self-righteously. "I was afraid Revered Master would be too tired from eating, and wanted him to have a good sleep afterward. This is filial piety!"

"You want to drug Revered Master unconscious so you can have your way with him, right?"

"It's better than you staring at Revered Master like a Pervert!"

"Who are you calling a Pervert?"

"I'm calling you!"

"Bang!"

Su Hongling slammed a thoroughly gnawed large bone heavily onto the table, making the plates jump.

"So noisy! Can you let people eat in peace!"

She glared at the two, "If you keep arguing, I'll eat all your meat!"

"Eat, eat, eat, why don't you just eat yourself to death!" The two retorted in unison.

Su Lin put down his bowl and chopsticks, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

He originally thought this "warm" daily reunion of Revered Master and Disciples would involve listening to the wind and discussing the Dao over tea.

But now it seemed like a disaster scene where a Kindergarten Principal was managing three problem children.

"Is everyone full?"

Su Lin's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness.

The three immediately shut up and looked at him in unison.

Su Hongling stuffed the last bone into her mouth, nodding vaguely.

Luo Ximei elegantly wiped her hands.

Chu Weiwei also hid the bowl of black porridge behind her.

"Since you're full, start doing something productive."

Su Lin stood up and walked to the edge of the terrace, looking at the churning Sea of Clouds below.

"Although we won't go to Central State for now, we can't waste time here either."

"Hongling."

"Present!" Su Hongling stood ramrod straight reflexively, the sauce on the corner of her mouth still unwiped.

"Your strength is formidable, but your control is terrible. Did you know you crushed three cracks into that Ten-Thousand Year Cold Jade Bed while sleeping last night?"

"Ah? Did I?" Su Hongling scratched her head guiltily. "That bed... the quality wasn't very good..."

"Stop making excuses." Su Lin pointed to the Sea of Clouds below. "From now on, go practice your sword in the Sea of Clouds. You are forbidden from using Spiritual Energy; you may only use the strength of your Physical Body.

I want every sword swing to cleave the Sea of Clouds, but without dispersing the Cloud Qi. When you can achieve 'The sword passes, the clouds part, but the Qi remains intact,' then you can come back for your next meal of meat."

"Ah?!" Su Hongling wailed. "How is that possible! That's a cloud! It disperses the moment you touch it!"

"No meat if you can't do it." Su Lin was ruthless.

"...I'll go!" For the sake of braised pork, Su Hongling grit her teeth, grabbed her greatsword, and leaped directly into the Sea of Clouds.

"Boom!"

The Sea of Clouds churned; clearly, the girl was venting her frustration with brute force again.

Su Lin shook his head and turned to look at Luo Ximei.

"Ximei."

"Disciple is here." Luo Ximei stepped forward, a look of anticipation on her face. "Is Revered Master going to give Disciple special tutoring?"

"Your problem is that although the two forces inside your body are balanced, they haven't truly achieved Fusion yet."

Su Lin looked at her heterochromatic eye. "True Immortal Origin and Devilish Qi, one righteous and one evil. If they cannot become perfectly unified, they will be a hidden danger sooner or later."

He took out an ancient scripture from his Storage Ring. It was the Scripture of Supreme Purity and Tranquility, which he had obtained in a Secret Realm in his previous life. Although it wasn't an offensive Secret Manual, it had miraculous effects on harmonizing Heart-Nature and fusing disparate energies.

"Go to the Quiet Room and copy this scripture a thousand times.

You must copy it with your Heart-Nature, using the two forces within your body to write every single word."

The smile on Luo Ximei's face froze.

"Co... copying a book?"

She was a Demon Venerable! A decisive Demon Venerable! She'd rather be told to embroider than copy a book!

"What? Unwilling?" Su Lin raised an eyebrow.

"Willing! As long as it is Revered Master's command, Disciple is willing to climb a mountain of knives and descend into a sea of fire!"

Luo Ximei gritted her teeth and took the scripture, but internally she was calculating how to "cheat" using her Divine Sense.

"I will check it," Su Lin said, as if reading her mind. "If I find a single perfunctory word, don't even think about entering my room tonight."

"Disciple is going now!"

That sentence was too devastating. Luo Ximei instantly vanished, heading straight for the Quiet Room.

Finally, Su Lin looked at Chu Weiwei.

Chu Weiwei was looking at him with an expression mixing anticipation and fear.

"Weiwei..."

"Disciple is here!" Chu Weiwei's eyes lit up. "Is Revered Master going to let Weiwei test medicine for you? Or use Weiwei as a Medicine Subject?"