Chen Ye propped his chin up, watching two little beasts bicker with a smile.
Perhaps the Dragon Blood Bodhi was taking effect,
Qing Jun’s complexion had improved significantly recently, and seemed on the verge of breaking through to Foundation Establishment Third Layer.
"I must say, Qing Jun’s physique is truly against the heavens."
"Even with Third Tier Upper Grade Dragon Blood Bodhi, she can forcibly swallow it and then slowly digest it."
"Once she completely digests the Dragon Blood Bodhi, she might directly reach the Foundation Establishment Middle Period."
Chen Ye thought to himself.
He still had one Dragon Blood Bodhi reserved for Jin’er and Zhiwei.
Previously,
he obtained almost all the pill formulas of Lingyin Sect from the Grand Elder, including several Third-Tier ones.
These pill formulas were more than enough to refine Dragon Blood Bodhi.
Although according to the Grand Elder, Lingyin Sect still had a crucial inheritance of the founder’s Divine Thought, for Chen Ye, it was just the icing on the cake.
He was now unable to deal with higher-tier pill formulas.
As he pondered,
a piece of bone-removed, sauce-coated spirit bird meat suddenly appeared in the bowl before Chen Ye.
He turned his head to look.
Zhiwei sat quietly beside him, meticulously using her hands to remove bones and tear meat for him.
The girl wore a simple white long dress, her ink-black hair fell like a waterfall to her waist, with traces of post-bath moisture at the tips.
Her hands were slender like jade, well-proportioned, stained with the oily, rich sauce of the spirit bird.
Feeling her master’s gaze, she tilted her head slightly, probing as she offered a piece of spirit bird meat to Chen Ye’s lips, the shiny juices made her fair, transparent fingertips even more conspicuous.
Seeing Chen Ye slightly stunned, Zhiwei moved forward again, her fingertips almost touching his lips.
"Master, don’t worry, my hands are clean."
Her autumn-water-clear eyes flashed a hint of amusement, her tone was gentle and soft,
"Just now during my bath, I washed them thoroughly. Master has been worn out in the Celestial Abyss for days, sacrificing vitality, let disciple serve Master well with food.
Having said this much, the disciple’s filial heart, if refused again, would seem rather distant.
Chen Ye chuckled, opened his mouth, and bit into the piece of tender spirit bird meat that rested on her fingertips.
Zhiwei calmly withdrew her hand, elegantly wiped her fingertips with a nearby clean silk handkerchief.
"Is it delicious, Master?" she asked softly.
"Wow! No! Qing Jun also wants to feed Master!"
A muddled but overly loud protest echoed from the side.
Qing Jun, puffing her cheeks, her mouth full of shiny grease, suddenly grabbed the half-eaten, tooth-marked chicken leg in her hand and, with the momentum of a descending dragon, thrust it toward Chen Ye’s mouth.
"Master, eat this! Qing Jun picked it, it’s got the most meat!"
"Shoo shoo shoo! It’s all covered in saliva, keep it for yourself to grow taller!"
Chen Ye jumped in surprise, tactically leaned back, and pinched the little girl’s greasy wrist disdainfully.
Qing Jun pouted pitifully: "Senior sister can feed, why can’t Qing Jun! Master is biased!"
"Saliva, all dirty."
Jin’er chimed in leisurely, picking up a piece of osmanthus cake with chopsticks, offering it to her master, blinking,
"Master, have some cake to relieve the greasiness. Jin’er used clean chopsticks, no saliva."
Qing Jun: "..."
Master: "..."
All these naughty disciples! Except for Zhiwei!
Just finished the meat, then offered such sweet cake...
Though internally grumbling, seeing Jin’er’s undisguised look of anticipation, Chen Ye swallowed his rejection.
He leaned forward slightly, biting the piece of osmanthus cake.
I must say, Qi Kingdom’s pastries were overly sweet, but the osmanthus’s fragrance spreading in the mouth had its own charm.
"Hmm, Jin’er was thoughtful." Chen Ye mumbled complimenting while chewing the cake.
Seeing both senior sister and younger sister successfully feed and win praise from their master, yet she was disliked, Qing Jun’s eyes reddened in anxiety.
She looked at the saliva-covered chicken leg in her hand, then at the table, suddenly had a brainwave, and grabbed the freshly steeped teapot.
"Master is dry! Qing Jun will feed Master water! This hasn’t touched saliva, clean and sanitary!"
Without any further ado, the little girl, carrying the teapot larger than her face, took big strides forward, and started pouring it down Chen Ye’s mouth.
"Stop stop stop!"
Chen Ye almost had piping hot tea poured all over his face, quickly reached out to hold back this reckless little dragon cub, helpless and amused,
"I’m not thirsty! Go eat your own! If you cause more trouble, tomorrow’s roast chicken will be deducted by one!"
The words "roast chicken" instantly seized Qing Jun’s lifeline.
The little girl immediately behaved, obediently set down the teapot, and retreated with her saliva chicken leg. Yet her eyes remained full of reluctance, tearing at the chicken leg with hatred, and casting resentful glances at Zhiwei and Jin’er, as if accusing them with her eyes:
Darn master sister and junior sister, you sure are mean!
Zhiwei’s lips curved slightly, handing Chen Ye a clean wet napkin.
"Alright, stop messing around, hurry and eat. Once full, rest and restore properly for the night."
Chen Ye accepted the napkin and wiped his hands, his expression gradually returning to seriousness.
"Tonight, we’ll rest well at the inn, tomorrow, I need to go out and gather some information."
Chen Ye’s gaze flickered lightly, looking out at the night scenery beyond.
This infiltration into Emotion Crossing Sect was immensely perilous.
Although Tuoba You was the best entry point, to blend into such Demon Sect territory, it’s best to gather more intelligence and prepare thoroughly,