Yin Qinghe couldn’t even find an excuse now; on the contrary, she actually understood why Lin Qianqian and Zhao Mengli were so dependent on Qin Yu.

But.

Understanding is one thing.

Pain is another.

Hearing the sounds coming from the private room, she couldn’t help but recall the feeling she had when suppressing Qin Yu.

The more so.

The more unbearable it was.

That inexplicable emotion, like wild grass, grew crazily in corners unseen by anyone, impossible to describe, harder still to dispel.

"Huff... huff..."

The main house really wasn’t ventilated enough, far too stuffy and hot.

Yin Qinghe sat up.

After much thought, she finally decided to go to the Alchemy Room to escape for a while.

Her Innate Sacred Body just couldn’t withstand this.

This was also why Zhao Mengli could fall asleep earlier, but she simply couldn’t, having to quietly... contribute Emotion Points.

The next day.

Qin Yu walked out of the room, heading straight for the Alchemy Room.

Sure enough, the beautiful Master Wife was here.

And it was obvious she hadn’t slept all night, continuously purifying medicinal liquid.

Though there was a trace of fatigue on her face, her eyes were bright.

Only after losing and regaining something do you realize how precious it is!

Recently, she’d suffered torment both in body and mind.

She gently poured the purified medicinal liquid into a bottle, every movement revealing undeniable focus and meticulousness.

"Master Wife."

As Qin Yu’s voice sounded, he’d already quietly gotten close, that familiar and reassuring aura instantly enveloped her, and in the next moment his arms circled around the beautiful Master Wife’s slender waist.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

Yin Qinghe’s neck flushed with an unobtrusive blush thanks to this sudden intimacy, her delicately smooth skin breaking out with tiny goosebumps.

"Let go."

She tried to break free, but how could Qin Yu let her? He simply scooped up the seated her in one swift motion.

"Ah!"

A soft gasp slipped from the beautiful Master Wife’s lips, blending surprise and an unspoken shyness.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Qin Yu’s neck to keep her balance, and the distance between them closed to a degree never before seen, as the air thickened with an indescribable...

Ambiguity.

"You... put me down!" Yin Qinghe glared fiercely at him.

That fierce look did nothing; Qin Yu simply lowered his head, and under her incredulous gaze, took her lips in his own.

"Mm!..."

Immediately, the beautiful Master Wife’s doe eyes widened in shock.

This rebellious disciple!

Dared to be so blatant, so unrestrained, no holding back at all?!

Her heart flooded with a nameless shame and anger.

She tried to break free, but after a whole night of purifying medicinal liquid, her Spiritual Power was exhausted and her mind nearly drained dry, leaving her powerless, and afraid of falling, her hands, like clinging to her salvation, tightly wound around the rebellious disciple’s neck.

She could only let him have his way.

Within moments, an indescribable subtle sensation spread, like spring sunshine piercing winter chill, melting her tense body until she unconsciously leaned fully into Qin Yu’s arms.

Her glaring gaze lost its focus, turning hazy and dazed, half-lidded as though veiled in mist.

Her long lashes quivered like butterfly wings, every tiny tremble hinting at hidden ripples and heartbeats deep inside.

This was something she’d never tasted before.

Why say "tasted"?

Because yesterday the beautiful Master Wife had kept suppressing her rebellious disciple and of course never had this kind of intimate touch.

After a long while.

Qin Yu finally let her go.

So fragrant.

So sweet.

The beautiful Master Wife’s lips had become a little swollen and flushed, exuding a tempting aroma, looking so delicious, so alluring, making hearts flutter uncontrollably.

"Is that enough? Let me go already."

Being stared at by his burning eyes, Yin Qinghe’s mind quivered and she scolded him, unable to help herself.

Yet, she forgot she was still holding onto Qin Yu’s neck, snuggled into his arms, her voice soft and sweet, sounding more like a playful scold than true anger. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"How could it be enough."

As he spoke, Qin Yu bent down again, tasting her slightly swollen lips, then, holding her, strode toward the nearby soft couch.

"No!"

"Li’Er will come..."

Before she finished, she was suppressed by the rebellious disciple, her plump little melons grasped in his hands, her voice stretched out into a drawn-out cry.

"Master Wife, don’t worry, Senior Sister won’t come over until noon."

Yin Qinghe said nothing more.

Soon, strange sounds echoed from within the Alchemy Room.

Sounded like a master teaching a disciple to refine medicinal liquid, yet also like someone beating the Alchemy Furnace...

Very strange.

[Emotion Point +3 from Yin Qinghe]

...

Noon.

Zhao Mengli yawned as she walked into the Alchemy Room, looking half-awake.

The beautiful Master Wife was resting on the soft couch.

Qin Yu, meanwhile, sat cross-legged in his spot, refining Spirit Stones and increasing his cultivation.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Zhao Mengli didn’t disturb Qin Yu’s cultivation, but walked over to the beautiful Master Wife. Before laying down, she seemed to catch a very unusual...

Scent.

She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose.

Familiar, yet also strange...

She leaned in front of the feigning-sleep beautiful Master Wife, but before she spoke, Yin Qinghe opened her eyes and scolded, "What are you doing here? What time is it now? Hurry up and go cultivate!"

Zhao Mengli paused, wanting to ask something, but seeing her stern face, could only answer pitifully, "Oh."

Once Zhao Mengli walked away, Yin Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

Hopefully she didn’t notice?

Lying on the soft couch, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable...

She couldn’t help but glance at Qin Yu who was solemnly cultivating.

Hmph!

It was all that rebellious disciple’s fault.

Over the next few days, nothing special happened in Lin Xian City.

Cyan Mountain Sect disciples were just checking for hidden spies left behind by Hundred Sword Sect, and as long as someone had their Identity Jade Token, they could freely pass through the city gates.

Once convinced they weren’t searching for him, Qin Yu felt relieved.

However.

For now, leaving Lin Xian City wasn’t an option.

Recently, with the Ruins Rift appearing, cultivators flowing into this area had clearly increased, and Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators were among them.

Qin Yu going out alone wouldn’t be a huge problem.

But if he brought four female companions, there’d be considerable risk.

He had to think carefully.

Fortunately, with Cyan Mountain Sect cultivators stationed, Lin Xian City was even safer than before, order in the city was immaculate, not a single troublemaker around.

Rumor had it that a big Immortal Sect figure was living in the City Lord’s Mansion.

Nobody could confirm it, so nobody knew if it was true.

Qin Yu didn’t pay any attention, just focused on enhancing his Root Bone and raising his Realm as quickly as possible.

He didn’t want to be at anyone’s mercy ever again!

At night, he accompanied Lin Qianqian and Zhao Mengli in the private room; during the day, he spent time in the Alchemy Room with the beautiful Master Wife.

Life was truly pleasant.