355: Chapter 355 Feeding

Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes widened.

She remembered the divination result she had once obtained for Su Chen.

"So... is he truly destined to be alone, witnessing the passing of everyone around him and the changing of civilizations?"

The longer she spent with Su Chen,

the more she hoped that the divination result would not come true.

But she also realized with growing despair

that the result was very likely to be the truth.

Thinking of this,

nothing remained in the cave dwelling but Xiaoqing's suppressed, silent weeping.

...

The long night finally passed.

The next morning, a glimmer of light filtered into the underground cave dwelling.

Su Chen suddenly jolted awake from his unconscious state.

He sprang up from the jade couch, gasping for air, his entire body drenched in sweat.

"Master! Where is Master?!"

Su Chen grabbed Xiaoqing's wrist beside him.

He looked around, and upon not seeing that familiar figure, his voice began to tremble with tears.

"Aunt Qing, is Master..."

"Was she by that dragon..."

Xiaoqing looked at Su Chen's panicked little face.

She forcibly suppressed the deep sorrow in her eyes.

She tried to make her expression look as tsundere and impatient as usual.

"What are you shouting for?"

"It's early morning, are you trying to summon a ghost!"

Xiaoqing calmly pulled her hand back, glared at him crossly, and began talking nonsense the moment she opened her eyes.

"Your Master is the world-renowned Cangmang Sacred Lord; how could something happen to her so easily?"

"While you were snoring away last night, she already successfully escaped that loach and returned here."

"It's just that..."

Xiaoqing's voice paused as she put on an air of nonchalance.

"To hold back that Black Dragon, she suffered a slight internal injury and exhausted some of her origin."

"She's like a flashy peacock who cares most about appearances."

"She only wants you to see her beautiful side, not her bedraggled state, so she has gone to the deepest part of the Sacred Land for secluded meditation to recover."

"During this time, she won't see anyone."

"She probably won't come out for eight or ten years."

Hearing Xiaoqing's words,

Su Chen's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into his chest.

"As long as she's not dead, as long as she's not dead."

He slumped back onto the bed, letting out a long sigh of relief.

In his subconscious, the omnipotent Bai Suzhen, who always protected him, indeed shouldn't have fallen so easily.

But...

Su Chen narrowed his eyes.

Although he had lost his memories,

it didn't mean he had lost his basic ability to judge.

He coldly watched Aunt Qing's bloodshot eyes as she left.

Gently and subconsciously, he touched the green bead resting quietly against his chest.

...

In the year that followed,

Cangmang Sacred Land became a safe haven where Su Chen and Xiaoqing depended on each other.

Su Chen finally experienced what it felt like to be the Saint of the Cangmang Sacred Land.

To cover up the news and guard against the Black Dragon,

only Xiaoqing herself in the entire Cangmang Sacred Land knew of his existence.

And truth be told,

the secret method Bai Suzhen had found actually worked.

With the concealment of Xiaoqing's fate aura,

the Black Dragon outside, searching frantically for the Great Medicine, never found a single trace of Su Chen again.

And with Bai Suzhen's "seclusion,"

the dynamic between the two of them also underwent a subtle change.

Originally, when Bai Suzhen was there, Xiaoqing only needed to play the role of a rebellious aunt who took him around to cause trouble.

But now that her sister was gone,

as an elder, the heavy burden of taking care of Su Chen and guiding his cultivation naturally fell entirely on her shoulders.

In theory, as a Great Demon of the Integration Realm and the Saintess of the Cangmang Sacred Land,

there was no shortage of heavenly treasures in such a blessed land.

Plus, Su Chen possessed the mind of an adult,

so she didn't need to worry about his daily life at all.

In terms of cultivation guidance, although Xiaoqing was impatient, she was quite dedicated.

She showered Su Chen with all sorts of top-tier resources without hesitation.

However, there was one thing

that became an awkward yet unavoidable problem between them.

And that was,

as Su Chen's cultivation grew,

the tyrannical Black Dragon bloodline within him still required the purest Origin Spiritual Milk of a high-level Great Demon for neutralization and suppression.

Although it had been less than half a year since arriving at the Cangmang Sacred Land, Su Chen had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, the Black Dragon bloodline in his body also became increasingly violent, battering his meridians.

In other words,

Su Chen had to continue drinking the milk.

If it were the gentle, intellectual, and motherly Bai Suzhen, this might not have been much.

But unfortunately, Xiaoqing was a typical tsundere—cold on the outside, warm on the inside, and obsessed with saving face.

To make her admit that she, like her sister, had an indescribable special affection for this little guy and had developed a strong sense of possessiveness in her sister's absence,

was harder than killing her.

And to ask her to do as her sister did—open her robes and personally squeeze that embarrassing () into Su Chen's mouth to feed him?

That was something she wouldn't do even if it killed her.

Thus,

in this silent hall, these very strange scenes would occur.

Every three days in the morning,

Su Chen would find an exquisite small bottle on the stone table right on time.

The bottle was filled with a warm, milky-white liquid.

And whenever this happened, Xiaoqing would always have her back to him,

arms crossed, looking extremely impatient and cold.

She would coldly drop a sentence:

"What are you looking at? Drink it quickly!"

"This was specially prepared and stored by your Master using a secret method before her seclusion."

"Don't waste your sister's hard work."

After saying that, she would find an easily transparent excuse and rush out of the cave like she was escaping.

However,

holding the jade bottle that still had some warmth, Su Chen only slightly lowered his eyelids.

He knew all too well the secret behind this.

Bai Suzhen's Origin Spiritual Milk had a faint, elegant fragrance of lotus, and its taste was rich and lingering.

As for the bottle he was currently holding,

Su Chen tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp.

A liquid with a slightly cloying green apple flavor, much like the yogurt sold on Earth, flooded his mouth.

And it was definitely full sugar.

How was this Bai Suzhen's stock?

This was clearly his Aunt Qing, who was tsundere on the outside but incredibly warm on the inside,

hiding in a deserted corner,

blushing and gritting her teeth,

secretly squeezing it out and then putting it in the bottle to forge it.

Su Chen swallowed the slightly sweet spiritual milk and looked outside through the gap in the cave dwelling.

There, the beautiful Great Demon in green robes with an enchanting figure

was standing with her back to the entrance, pretending to observe whether the long-unmaintained formations of the hall were stable.

But her snowy, slender neck and her translucent earlobes were already as red as a cooked shrimp.

Even her forced, steady breathing seemed somewhat hurried.