Chapter 47 Don't Waste This Medicine

Cold Moon Palace, located at the peak of Purple Bamboo Peak, is shrouded in the Nine Heavens gale winds and profound icy energy all year round.

This is the coldest and most desolate place in the entire Primordial Origin Holy Land, and also a Holy Land that countless male Disciples yearn for but cannot reach.

The palace gates are towering, forged from ten-thousand-year cold iron, exuding a heart-palpitating pressure.

Su Ye stood before the palace gates, taking a deep breath of the cold air mixed with ice crystals, trying to calm his restless heart.

Creak—

Without him needing to do anything, the heavy cold iron gates seemed to sense his arrival and slowly opened to both sides.

A wave of warmth, mixed with a refreshing and intoxicating fragrance, instantly rushed towards him.

Unlike the icy, snowy world outside, the interior of the palace was warm as spring; the floor was covered with thick white jade carpets, and the walls were inlaid with countless night-luminescent pearls, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daylight.

Su Ye stepped over the threshold, and the heavy doors closed silently behind him, shutting out all the noise and cold winds of the outside world.

In the center of the hall, on a soft couch carved from a single piece of purple crystal, a stunningly beautiful figure lay on her side.

Leng Yueli.

Today, she had shed the complicated palace attire that symbolized the dignity of an Elder and was wearing only a thin, moon-white silk dress.

The long dress clung to her body, outlining her mature, graceful, and stunningly curvy figure to the fullest.

Her waterfall-like black hair was scattered casually over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully hanging over the breathtaking snowy whiteness of her chest.

She was barefoot, her crystal-clear jade feet, as if carved from beautiful jade, resting casually on the edge of the soft couch, with a red string tied around her ankle holding a small golden bell.

As she gently swung her lower legs, the golden bell emitted a crisp ding-a-ling sound, each chime seeming to strike at Su Ye's heart.

Disciple Su Ye pays respects to Revered Master.

Su Ye's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the heat in his eyes and bowed respectfully.

Hmph.

Leng Yueli did not get up, merely lazily lifting her eyelids; those eyes, usually as cold as frost, were now rippling with an enigmatic glimmer.

Since you are here to water the Spirit Medicine, what are you doing running to my Cold Moon Palace?

Her voice carried a hint of teasing, a hint of laziness, and a hint of imperceptible... jealousy.

Su Ye's heart tightened; he gave a dry laugh and quickly walked to the soft couch.

Revered Master, you jest. Although those few Nine Heavens Mysterious Ginsengs are precious, in this Disciple's heart, how can they compare to even one-ten-thousandth of Revered Master?

As he spoke, he naturally knelt on the cushion beside the soft couch, reached out, and gently grasped Leng Yueli's swinging jade foot.

It felt warm and delicate to the touch, as if holding a piece of fine, warm mutton-fat jade.

Leng Yueli's delicate body trembled slightly, but she did not pull her foot back, only looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Smooth-talker.

She extended her onion-like jade finger and lightly tapped Su Ye's forehead, You were hugging quite tightly outside just now, weren't you? That was your Second Junior Sister, right?

Revered Master, please be discerning!

Su Ye immediately raised three fingers, his face full of righteousness, The situation was critical at the time, and Junior Sister Wanyin was emotionally agitated. As the Senior Brother, I did that to soothe her Dao Heart; there was absolutely no private affair!

Besides...

He changed the subject, his fingers gently stroking the red string on Leng Yueli's ankle, his eyes becoming affectionate.

This Disciple's body and Soul have long belonged to Revered Master. Even if you gave me a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to mess around outside.

If I were to mess around, this Disciple's waist... I'm afraid it wouldn't agree.

He said this last sentence very softly, with a hint of pitifulness.

Pfft.

Leng Yueli finally couldn't hold it in and covered her mouth with a light laugh.

This smile was like ice and snow melting, spring flowers blooming; the entire hall seemed to brighten a little.

I'll count that as you being sensible.

She sat up, her collar slightly open, revealing a dazzling expanse of delicate skin.

With a wave of her hand, an exquisite white jade wine pot and two glazed cups appeared on the small table in front of them.

This Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing wine was brewed by me using ninety-nine types of supreme Yang Spirit Plants, supplemented with water from a thousand-year cold pool, and took a full three hundred years to complete.

Leng Yueli picked up the wine pot and filled two cups.

The wine was a strange amber color, and in the middle, one could vaguely see the phantom images of a Dragon and a Phoenix swimming and circling, emitting an extremely rich Spiritual Qi and wine aroma.

Just by smelling it, Su Ye felt as if his Nascent Soul within his body had been awakened, frantically breathing in the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

This wine is potent and contains the principles of the Yin and Yang Dao.

Leng Yueli picked up a cup and handed it to Su Ye, her eyes swirling with charm, Yeer, tonight... we must properly discuss and study the mysteries within.

Su Ye took the wine cup, looking at the wine that seemed like a living thing, feeling both expectant and nervous.

Is this even wine?

This is clearly a fuse meant to ignite a powder keg!

What? Scared to drink it?

Leng Yueli raised an eyebrow, picked up the other cup herself, and drank it all in one gulp.

A few drops of wine slid down her slender neck, disappearing into the bottomless cleavage, extremely alluring.

Subsequently, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her eyes became hazy.

Disciple... will drink it now!

How could Su Ye withstand such stimulation? Gritting his teeth, he tilted his head and poured the wine into his throat.

Boom!

The moment the wine entered his throat, it felt like swallowing a ball of raging fire.

A violent heat flow instantly rushed through his limbs and bones, and immediately after, it transformed into a stream of extreme cold energy; a dual sensation of ice and fire intertwined frantically within his body.

Ugh...

Su Ye let out a muffled groan, feeling all the blood in his body boiling.

It was at this moment that a slightly cool small hand caressed his chest, and immediately after, a scorching and soft delicate body pressed against him.

Circulate the Yin Yang Creation Scripture...

Leng Yueli's voice became hoarse and magnetic, hot breath spraying against his ear, Don't waste this medicinal power...

The next moment, the world spun.

Su Ye felt his mind go blank, instinctively hugging the stunner in his arms tightly and falling backward onto the soft couch.

The curtains fell, covering the room in beauty.

Only the night-luminescent pearl hanging on the golden hook quietly watched as the two figures gradually merged, and Spiritual Qi formed a perfect Taiji circle between them, ceaseless and endless.

...

A night of absurdity.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sky outside the window had already turned a fish-belly white.

The temperature inside the Cold Moon Palace had finally dropped a bit, and the air was still filled with a blushing and heart-thumping musk scent.

Su Ye slowly opened his eyes.

What met his eyes was the familiar purple gauze curtain.

He moved his body, only to feel as if all his bones had been dismantled and reassembled; although sore, he was filled with an unprecedented sense of power.

The Nascent Soul within his body had unexpectedly grown another circle overnight, becoming crystal clear, and even faintly possessing a hint of divine charm.

This Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing wine, combined with the Saint-rank Dual Cultivation Technique, is simply terrifying!

He turned his head.

Beside him, Leng Yueli was sleeping quietly.

She was like a lazy kitten, curled up in the crook of his arm, a few strands of messy hair covering half her face, but failing to hide the beauty after the rain and dew of intimacy.

This Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power, who was usually high and mighty and revered by countless people, was now lying defenselessly in the arms of a Nascent Soul Stage Disciple.

This strong sense of contrast filled Su Ye's heart with a huge sense of achievement.

He carefully withdrew his arm, afraid of waking her.

Last night... Revered Master was indeed exhausted.

Although she was in control most of the time (after all, her strength was overwhelming), the mystery of the Yin Yang Creation Scripture lay in the mutual complement of Yin and Yang.

Although Su Ye was the one being drained, he also received huge benefits.

He put on his clothes lightly, tucked in the corner of the blanket for Leng Yueli, and then gently placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Ugh...

Leng Yueli's eyelashes trembled slightly, emitting a dream-like murmur, then she turned over and continued to sleep.

Su Ye's lips curled slightly, revealing a gentle smile, then he turned around and, like a thief with a guilty conscience, slipped out of the Cold Moon Palace silently.

...

In the early morning, the Primordial Origin Holy Land was shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

Su Ye piloted his Flying Sword, not returning directly to Tingtao Pavilion, but instead, as if possessed, detoured towards the Outer Sect area.

He was thinking about a problem.

Yesterday, Jiang Wanyin won the match, and the plot had already undergone huge changes.

So, what is that True Son of Destiny who was supposed to stand out in this competition doing now?

Just as he was thinking, the System in his mind, which had been silent all night, suddenly rang without warning.

Ding!

Important plot character detected!

Original book male lead: Ye Fan.

Current location: Outer Sect Utility area, Third Logging Site.

Current Luck value: 3000 (Son of Destiny).

Su Ye's heart jumped violently, and the Flying Sword beneath his feet almost became unstable.

Ye Fan!

The cheating male lead who shouted Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully a young man for being poor, has finally appeared?

He immediately restrained his aura, controlled the Flying Sword to gain altitude, hid in the clouds, and looked towards the direction indicated by the System.

Below was a dense Ironwood forest.

This is where Outer Sect Disciples perform Utility Disciple tasks, specifically felling Spirit Wood as hard as iron; it is both labor and a form of cultivation.

Among a group of Disciples wearing gray utility uniforms, panting with exhaustion, one youth stood out.

He looked to be only sixteen or seventeen, his figure somewhat thin, his skin dark, clearly the result of years of labor.

But the axe in his hand swung with great rhythm, and every time it fell, it could accurately strike the same spot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the dull sound of logging, there was a sense of unyielding ruthlessness.

Su Ye activated his Heavy Pupils, his gaze instantly piercing through the layers of clouds and mist.

He saw that although the youth was covered in sweat and grime, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

It was a gaze of forbearance and tenacity like a lone wolf, mixed with a bit of unwillingness and resentment towards this world.

The most eye-catching thing was the black ring hanging around his neck, which looked simple and unadorned but was actually faintly emitting Soul fluctuations.

Tsk tsk.

Su Ye rubbed his chin, the corner of his mouth hooking into a playful arc.

Trash-flow start, companion old man, tenacious personality, plus that irrepressible stubbornness...

This flavor is just right.

Below.

An Outer Sect Deacon who looked like a foreman walked over and whipped the empty ground next to Ye Fan, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Ye Fan! Hurry up! If you can't finish today's quota, don't even think about eating dinner!

The Deacon cursed fiercely, his eyes full of disdain.

The surrounding Utility Disciples also let out a few jeers, whispering.

I heard this kid used to be a Family young Revered Master; I didn't expect him to fall to this point.

Hmph, a trash with no Spiritual Root, being able to enter the Primordial Origin Holy Land as a Utility Disciple is already a blessing from his ancestors.

Ye Fan did not speak.

He just gripped the axe handle tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

He lowered his head, hiding the fleeting murderous intent and cold light in his eyes.

His lips moved slightly, muttering to himself in a voice only he could hear:

Endure...

Teacher said, the current forbearance is for the future explosion.

When I cultivate the Devouring Heaven Demonic Technique, I will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!

This Primordial Origin Holy Land... sooner or later, one day, I will trample all these high and mighty cultivators under my feet!

Above the clouds.

Relying on the insight of his Heavy Pupils, Su Ye heard Ye Fan's whispers clearly.

Devouring Heaven Demonic Technique?

Su Ye raised an eyebrow slightly, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

In the original book, didn't this kid cultivate the Ancient Desolate God Art? How did it become a Demonic Technique?

It seems that because of his intervention, the plot has undergone some unpredictable butterfly effect.

Interesting.

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from above at the youth who was as small as an ant but attempted to shake the heavens.

On the System panel, the red Luck pillar belonging to Ye Fan, although still very thin, was incredibly resilient and shot straight into the clouds.

And beside that pillar, Su Ye's own villain Luck presented a strange deep purple, domineering and profound.

Ding!

Triggered main quest: Suppress the Son of Luck.

Quest description: Ye Fan is about to make a name for himself in the Outer Sect assessment in three days. Please, host, perform an all-around strike at his highlight moment to plunder his Luck.

Quest rewards: villain points + 50000, Luck value + 2000, one Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique draw opportunity.

Fifty thousand villain points?

Su Ye's eyes lit up instantly.

Last night, after working hard (actually it was very enjoyable) to serve Revered Master, he only got over ten thousand villain points and a cultivation improvement.

This Ye Fan is simply a mobile ATM!

Little Ye, oh Little Ye.

Su Ye looked at the figure below who was still sweating profusely, his face revealing that trademark, gentle-as-jade yet murderous Senior Brother smile.

Your thirty years east of the river hasn't even started...

I'm afraid it's going to be blocked by my river west.

He did not choose to act now.

That would be too cheap and doesn't fit the villain's style.

He must trample him underfoot at the moment when the opponent is most proud and full of hope, so the harvested emotional value and Luck will be the richest.

Since you want to make a name for yourself in the assessment...

Su Ye lightly flicked his sleeves, turned, and piloted the Flying Sword away, leaving only a dashing silhouette behind.

Then, as your Senior Brother, I naturally have to prepare a big gift for you.