Chapter 101 A Little Interlude
Xiao Ming had just stepped into the bedchamber of Holy Son Peak, and before he could even stand still, a familiar fragrance wafted towards him.
Mo Qingzhu, like a swallow returning to the woods, lightly threw herself into his embrace. Her soft, warm body clung tightly to him, carrying a hint of reliance and coquettishness.
Xiao Ming naturally wrapped his arms around the beauty in his arms, observing the alluring charm at the corners of her eyes and brows that he had personally nurtured, along with the unique aura of a young woman surrounding her.
A sense of triumph could not help but arise in his heart—this flower on a high cliff, once so cold and reserved, had finally bloomed in his palm into the enticing sight ready for plucking that she was today.
"Saint, you must be exhausted from running around these past few days! Why not let Qingzhu serve you in the bath and help you relieve your fatigue..."
Mo Qingzhu pressed her cheek against the side of his neck, her breath like orchids. The warm air brushed against his ear, carrying a faint, teasing provocation.
Even more tormenting was that her straight, slender jade legs were lightly rubbing against the side of his legs, a gesture both ambiguous and bold.
How could Xiao Ming not know her little scheme? He inwardly chuckled that this lass had become increasingly bold.
However, the wicked fire stirred up by that enchantress Meiying had not yet subsided, and now, with her deliberate seduction, it was stirring even more restlessly.
He reached out and gave a firm but gentle pinch to the restless legs, drawing a delicate cry from the person in his arms, before low-laughing into her ear: "Qingzhu is becoming increasingly thoughtful."
Mo Qingzhu's body softened from his punishing yet intimate gesture, a cat-like whimper spilling from her throat. Her eyes instantly welled with moisture, but she forced herself to endure the numbness, stepping back slightly from his embrace. She looked up, her eyes brimming with affection, and said: "Qingzhu will go prepare it now!" She then carried her fragrance with her as she slowly exited the main hall.
Xiao Ming felt the lingering soft warmth on his fingertips and the rising heat in his body. Thinking of the amorous scenery that would soon take place in the bath, his heart could not help but flutter.
However, his will was firm after all. He took a deep breath, suppressed the churning Qi in his blood, and sat cross-legged on the spot to Cultivate.
Although the energy he had absorbed from the Blood Pool not long ago had improved his cultivation, he still had not touched the barrier of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
He planned to refine some Medicinal Pill to assist in advancing his cultivation.
With his mind sunk into his body, Xiao Ming understood clearly. The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art he Cultivated was incomparably domineering, and its consumption of resources far exceeded that of his peers; ordinary meditation and Cultivation progress were already very slow. Alchemy had become an indispensable link for rapid advancement.
He first closed his eyes and concentrated, circulating his Cultivation Technique for several cycles to completely soothe the restless state of mind caused by the fierce battle and emotional fluctuations. Once his state was adjusted to its best, he slowly opened his eyes, a flash of essence passing through them.
He stood up and walked towards the Alchemy room within Holy Son Peak. With a wave of Xiao Ming's sleeve, several rare medicinal herbs that had been prepared or scavenged flew out from his storage ring and hovered before him. His expression was focused as he calmed his heart to begin Alchemy.
For the time that followed, the firelight inside the Alchemy room flickered, and the medicinal fragrance shifted from faint to rich, then returned to being restrained. Xiao Ming was fully focused, following the Pill Formula in his mind, sometimes using a gentle fire to simmer slowly, other times using a fierce fire to urge it rapidly. His technique was skillful and seasoned, without the slightest hesitation. After a full two hours, the furnace lid chimed softly, the Medicinal Pill was formed, and he extinguished the fire.
Looking at the few bottles of Medicinal Pill in his palm—each the size of a Dragon's eye, crystal clear, and exuding immense medicinal power—Xiao Ming nodded with satisfaction and tinkered for a moment longer. Only then did Xiao Ming properly store the Medicinal Pill and stretch his limbs. The corners of his lips curled up. Thinking of the spring-filled, alluring, and captivating appearance of Mo Qingzhu when she left earlier, ripples of desire stirred in his heart. The bathhouse must be incredibly amorous right now.
He immediately ceased delaying, strode out of the Alchemy room, and leisurely walked towards the bathhouse behind the bedchamber. His gait already carried a hint of relaxation and faint anticipation.