210: Chapter 210 Grape Pie and Soufflé

Mo Zixing flicked his finger, sending Hu Jiuying, who was still clinging to his shoulder, out to the veranda outside the room:

"Go play outside by yourself for a while."

Afterward, he raised his hand and used Qi to close the door.

The little celestial fox, having been tossed out, crouched outside the threshold, flicking her three tails in dissatisfaction.

She was still trying to claw at the door crack, her ears perked up, listening inside.

Inside the room, in the corner, sat the Pill Furnace that Liu Qingyan had previously given him.

Mo Zixing casually released some fire-attribute Qi to reignite it.

A faint medicinal fragrance drifted out, adding a touch of heat to the already warming atmosphere.

Su Li raised her hand and slowly removed the black veil covering her face.

Her face, usually covered in frost, was revealed once again, the crimson at the corners of her eyes like a splash of red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

She didn't even deliberately look at Liu Qingyan. She simply turned around naturally, reached out to gently wrap her arms around Mo Zixing's neck, lifted her face, and slowly kissed him.

When passion stirred, she raised her eyes slightly, her gaze passing over Liu Qingyan not far away, as if by chance.

The crimson at the corners of her eyes deepened, and a faint smile, one only a victor would possess, curled at the corners of Su Li's mouth.

That single glance was more piercing than any deliberate action.

Their lips met, and the surrounding air seemed to ignite.

Her usually cool fingertips were now slightly warm, sliding slowly down the collar of Mo Zixing's robe. Her movements were calm yet lingering.

Every inch of movement landed clearly, intentionally or otherwise, within Liu Qingyan's line of sight.

Yet Su Li herself looked indifferent, as if she were merely doing something perfectly ordinary.

Liu Qingyan sat on the chair beside the Pill Furnace, unable to move, and could only watch this scene helplessly.

But her pride regarding this relationship would not allow her to show weakness; she could only force herself to keep her eyes open and watch.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about circulating her Qi to break free, but she feared that doing so would only make Mo Zixing more displeased.

In the end, she could only clench her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress any sound.

Yet only she knew the indescribably sour and bitter taste in her heart.

Mo Zixing simply let Su Li have her way, even stroking her back to help her regulate her Qi.

Today's performance was just the thing to blunt the Revered Master's overbearing edges.

The road ahead was long. If things remained this confrontational in the rear, trouble would inevitably arise sooner or later.

Su Li's slender fingers flicked lightly, removing the outer layer of her black robes, revealing the warm, soft shoulders underneath.

Her other hand reached into the gap of Mo Zixing's collar, brushing against his warm skin.

The Qi in the room gradually became warm and viscous, intertwining with their breathing and spreading into every corner.

If one were to compare this to kitchen fare, Su Li was like someone holding a plate of freshly baked, warm grape pie.

The crust was warm, soft, and full, the temperature just right. When a palm pressed against it, it sank into a gentle curve.

The sweet fragrance drifted along the heat, threading into the Meridians, flowing with the Qi, and probing deep into the Dantian.

A soufflé is truly a dessert. Trembling and soft, it melted the moment the Qi touched it.

Warmth spread from the Dantian, so soft that it made one feel powerless.

Mo Zixing's Qi was rich and gentle, passing into Su Li's body through their touching skin.

Her cultivation Realm continued to improve under the nourishment of the Qi, and the Qi within her Meridians and Dantian became increasingly refined.

Su Li couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, reaching out to wrap her arms tightly around Mo Zixing's body.

Liu Qingyan watched, and watched, feeling her breathing become difficult. Her whole body felt as if it were being roasted over a fire.

She could clearly see the dazed look in Su Li's eyes and hear her suppressed breathing.

She even felt as if she could sense the increasingly thick, warm Qi in the air.

Even though she was angry and bitter inside, her body uncontrollably grew hot, and the Golden Core within her Dantian began to heat up slightly.

She bit her lip, struggling desperately to hold on, but the sour bitterness accumulated until it was overflowing. Finally, she broke her composure:

"Zixing!"

As soon as she spoke, Mo Zixing raised his eyes to look at her, a faint smile on his lips, his tone languid:

"Revered Master, you've broken the rules."

Liu Qingyan realized it belatedly and abruptly shut her mouth, her cheeks burning so hot they could almost fry an egg.

She glared indignantly at Mo Zixing, then glared fiercely at Su Li, who was lying in his arms, but she could only force herself to swallow the rest of her words.

She shifted uneasily, but she couldn't break free from the Qi Mo Zixing had set up at all. Instead, it only added to her embarrassment.

The heat in the Alchemy Room continued to rise. The syrup melted by the Qi had thoroughly permeated every texture of the dessert, and intoxicating warmth drifted through the air.

Su Li, who had been composed at the start, gradually began to lose her strength. Her whole body went limp, her teary eyes dazed, and she could only lean in Mo Zixing's arms, breathing with her lips slightly parted.

The crust of the grape pie and the soft soufflé blended perfectly together, brewing an aftertaste that lingered in the mouth for a long time.

Who knows how much time passed before the tide of warm Qi finally receded.

Su Li didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. Her sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks. Her usual coldness had faded completely, leaving only a look of lazy, tender charm.

Mo Zixing reached out to cover her with a thin blanket and channeled a wisp of gentle Qi to help her calm her breath. After doing all this, he straightened up and walked step by step toward Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan had long since lowered her eyes, her gaze falling dimly onto her own knees. She didn't want Mo Zixing to see her expression.

She was angry and aggrieved, with a touch of indescribable unease. The scenes from just now seemed etched into her mind, impossible to shake off, and her breath still carried the heat that had yet to subside.

Mo Zixing stood still before her. He didn't speak immediately, but simply reached out and beckoned lightly.

Inside Liu Qingyan's Dantian, the Golden Core bearing his Qi imprint suddenly began to rotate slowly. A warm stream of Qi spread along her Meridians, pulling back her wandering thoughts.

"Revered Master." Mo Zixing pulled over a stool and sat down beside her, his tone much more serious:

"I didn't do this to anger you on purpose. I just want you to understand that we are all companions who will walk this path together; there is no one higher or lower than the other. Revered Master, your nature is too arrogant in this regard; you are always overbearing toward others, and sooner or later, it will create rifts. Only when the rear is secure can I be at ease when I am away."

Liu Qingyan kept her head lowered in silence. It had always been others who relied on her and accommodated her; only with Mo Zixing was her pride shattered time and time again.

The look Su Li had given her just now had pierced her heart, making her feel even more miserable. She knew she had never been the only one. Putting on the airs of a Revered Master toward other women would only push him further away. She understood the logic, but when it came to feelings, she truly couldn't speak soft words.

"I think what I said should have touched your Soul."

Mo Zixing looked at her drooping brows and eyes, his tone softening slightly, and he waved his hand. The Qi binding Liu Qingyan dissipated without a trace.

Once the Qi dispersed, her body, which had been stiff for so long, was finally able to relax.

Liu Qingyan sat on the chair for a few more seconds in silence before slowly raising her head. The sour bitterness and unease that had been accumulating for so long finally broke through the shell of her pride. She stood up and lunged forward, crashing straight into Mo Zixing's arms.

... Outside the Alchemy Room, Hu Jiuying's legs were numb from squatting. Peering through the door crack, she could only see dim light and shadows, unable to see anything clearly. She flicked her three tails and tried once more to claw at the wooden door with her paw pads.