Lin Wu knew nothing about Dan cauldrons, but he did know that Chunmian Hall’s elixirs were exclusively supplied to the royal family of the Great Li Dynasty.
Outsiders all believed that Kunlun Ruins boasted a plethora of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, all of superior quality.
In truth, it was the miraculous blood of the Yaolu disciples that made the difference; by cultivating the Snow Complexion Sutra Pure Lotus with their own bodies, their physiques became naturally fertile soil brimming with spiritual energy.
Yun Mengyao, who came from a family of herbalists, was exceptionally skilled in herbology, and was among the top Dan Cultivators of the Snow Lotus Sect.
Had Mu Bingxin not taken a liking to her and accepted her into Qinghan Hall, she should have been cultivating in Chunmian Hall.
Yun Mengyao bit her finger, using her blood as a spiritual catalyst, deftly mixing spiritual ingredients.
In no time, a Ren Shen Da Mi Wan was finished, its color that of a top-tier second-grade pill.
“Here, nourish yourself a bit. I’m not eating for free, you know!”
Yun Mengyao proudly presented the Dan Box, taking up the role of the little wifey, making sure every mouthful counted.
This is what’s called a couple working in perfect harmony~
“Good girl. You’re worth every bit of care.”
Lin Wu swallowed the pill in one gulp, licking the girl’s slender jade fingertips, the medicinal fragrance wafting to his nose.
Just as Master said—good fairies shouldn’t be let down, and bad fairies shouldn’t be wasted.
Some fairies become more delightful the more you stir them up, and some get naughtier the more you do!
“It tickles.”
Yun Mengyao giggled, picking up the pill recipe to continue her homework.
Lin Wu noticed it was a commission from the elder of Qinghan Hall, and his eyes immediately lit up.
“How about trying my blood instead?”
“Eh?”
Yun Mengyao nodded in a daze, seeming to understand.
A thief’s blood was indeed fragrant, even better than all sorts of immortal herbs and spiritual materials.
This attempt produced something remarkable. Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, purple aura surged from the small cauldron with a buzzing roar.
The entire Yaolu was shrouded in spiritual light, and the rich pill fragrance spiraled around Chunmian Hall, attracting many curious glances.
“Wow, just what did you grow up eating to get so amazing?!”
Yun Mengyao, delighted, hugged the warm pill furnace and spun around.
The previously ordinary second-grade Chongling Powder had forcibly advanced to another level, now displaying the extraordinary qualities described in the classics.
“Of course, I ate fairies…”
Yun Mengyao pounced into Lin Wu’s arms, kissing his cheek, unaware that someone, having failed with one trick, was already thinking of another.
“Oh my, this is my first time refining a third-grade elixir! How could an ordinary Foundation Building Dan Cultivator achieve this? I love you!”
“You’re welcome.”
If all went as expected, the Chongling Powder would soon end up in the belly of the Qinghan elder.
I won’t even have to lift a finger—how wonderful!
Lin Wu’s eyes rolled with a scheme, and he promptly took out a huge pile of miscellaneous spoils he had on him.
“See if any of these are useful to you.”
The storage pouch was a jumble of items, Dan Books, various classics—mostly spoils from fishing for lawbreakers.
He’d also plucked plenty of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure from Elder Qiuming, never missing a chance to loot wherever he went, leaving not a single blade of grass for the fairies.
Third-Grade Jade Cicada Slough, Fourth-Grade Mountain Golem Garment…
Yun Mengyao hurriedly gathered them up; it would be terrible if anyone else saw!
“That’s more than enough—where did you get all these goodies?”
“Robbed them. Don’t worry, they’re perfectly clean. I wouldn’t touch anything with a dubious origin.”
That’s what you call clean?
Yun Mengyao rolled her eyes, inexplicably wanting to laugh.
But recalling how she’d gotten caught herself, she clutched her white lotus stockings and couldn’t laugh anymore.
With a living lingzhi by her side, her skill in Dan cauldrons was almost heaven-assisted, working diligently in her cave dwelling day after day, never realizing she’d become an accomplice.
Yun Mengyao took to being the housekeeper with a clear conscience, organizing the gifts (loot) from the thief into perfect order.
Lin Wu nibbled on his beloved wife’s hand-crafted honey pills while also enjoying the Snow Lotus Sect’s fairies, occasionally dropping by Qiuming Hall for business.
He wanted a handful in each hand—he had to keep them both strong.
The pill furnace focused on refining elixirs of third grade and above, continuously offered to the elders of the ten halls in exchange for sect merit.
Only core disciples above the Golden Core stage were qualified to use elixirs of this grade.
But whoever ate them, they’d all end up being absorbed by the elders, right?
And once the elders were done, it’d be the turn of the sect master fairy!
Seven days passed in a flash.
The Qinghan Hall elder tasted the Secret Elixir and gratefully accepted the little white lotus’s token of filial piety, giving much praise.
She promised to help Yun Mengyao form her core, rewarding her with a Snow Peak Pill recipe, and dangling further hopes.
“If you can reach fourth-grade Dan Cultivator, the sect will spare no effort to nurture you.”
Lin Wu only glanced from afar and knew the Blood Enchantress was slowly infiltrating the long-haired elder sister; not even the Nascent Soul elder realized anything was wrong.
“Yao’er was right—so stingy, indeed.”
In the days to come, with Mu Bingxin liable to return at any time, they had to be extra careful.
Though Elder Dongling hadn’t come out of seclusion, Lin Wu had already pried plenty of important intel from Qiuming’s “mouth.”
Like her best friend, Summer Lotus Elder.
She was a notorious glutton, and privately, she’d laid many a hand (and more) on other hall’s disciples.
The two of them were thick as thieves, fawning on superiors, bullying subordinates, and often leading hall disciples in secret parties behind the Disciplinary Elder’s back.
All just for a taste, swapping ingredients and mutually “harvesting” each other.
Pure bloodsuckers!
When the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones slant too. Even if they weren’t on his enemies list, Lin Wu loathed this kind of fairy behavior.
That night, he decided to use himself as bait and take a dive into the dragon’s lair.
Late at night, Summer Lotus Hall’s secret chamber.
Qiuming curled her lip, a faint mockery flashing in her eyes. After a few dips in the oil pot, she’d become quite well-behaved.
Dragging others into the water actually made her feel better, without Yun Mengyao’s kind of guilt.
How could I be the only elder to lose my innocence for nothing?
“Not even a month in, and Junior Sister Dongling herself promoted you? Interesting!”
Mu Bingxin didn’t want anyone to know her secrets, and Dongling didn’t dare reveal anything either, so everyone at Goddess Peak believed Lin Wu was her treasure.
Summer Lotus Elder looked young and adorable, her voice childish but with an old air, like a legal loli.
Her apples were tiny, and her way of speaking cocky.
Even dressed in the Red Lotus Pure Robe, she looked just like a little brat who hadn’t grown up.
“Nicely trained. Turn around and let me have a look.”
Lin Wu was a little surprised on meeting Summer Lotus Elder for the first time, but was not fooled by the fairy’s innocent appearance.
“Ahem. Normally, this old woman has no interest in rough men, and Foundation Building juniors are even less appetizing. But since Junior Sister Qiuming’s bottleneck has recently loosened, that’s quite interesting. I hope you can satisfy this old woman.”
Summer Lotus flashed a grin, revealing two little tiger teeth, and snapped her fingers.
Whoosh—
A shard of ice slashed across Lin Wu’s cheek, and instantly a tempting fragrance filled the chamber.
Summer Lotus paused mid-breath, and Qiuming took a deep sniff as well.
No matter how many times they smelled it, it was always this enticing.
The little one howled and pounced like a starving ghost reborn.
Qiuming’s eating manners were elegant compared to Summer Lotus’s, and Yun Mengyao’s cherry lips looked all the more adorable.
Lin Wu felt a pain in his neck, speechlessly hugging the loli elder in a clumsy pose like a babysitting father.
“In this world… mumble… is there really such deliciousness? No way, I have to find a way to transfer you from Dongling Hall to my Summer Lotus Hall… ha!”
Qiuming gulped hard, hesitated to speak, and felt a bit of regret.
Wait a minute—too many monks and too little porridge, seems there’s now another rival?
Before long, childish cries echoed through the secret chamber.
“Shh, even I didn’t cry out in pain. Good fairy, hush.”
Lin Wu gently patted the girl’s back, becoming the strictest father among the Snow Lotus Sect’s fairies—but what he was feeding wasn’t milk~