418 - Senior Sister Is on Top

However, after three days of exhaustion, no matter how well she feigned nonchalance, the fatigue in her eyes couldn’t be hidden. This trick worked on Bai Ling, but it didn’t fool Wen Fei, who excelled in the art of healing. Wen Fei keenly noticed her weariness and the unsteadiness in her steps. Moving forward to touch her spirit vein, he found that her inner spiritual energy was severely depleted. Frowning, he asked, “What have you been doing? Why are you so worn out?” Just the day before, she had learned of Tang Mu Xi’s severe injuries, which Wen Dai and Feng Kai had desperately kept hidden from everyone. Apparently, during this time, Ming Yu had been searching for spiritual herbs to help the Divine Emperor recover. Wen Fei was irritated that they had even guarded this secret from him, and he had immediately brought Bai Ling along to confront them. Tang Mu Xi felt a pang of guilt but tried to brush it off, “It’s nothing, really. I was just busy with some matters outside and had a bit of fun with my senior sister. I just got back to rest when I ran into Master. As for my injuries, they are minor, nothing serious; I’m already fine.” Wen Fei wasn’t convinced. “If they were minor, would you have hung a precious lamp at your bedside to recuperate daily? Even now, there’s still some deficiency in your blood and energy.” This time, Tang Mu Xi found herself speechless. Looking at her senior sister, she pleaded with her eyes for help. Jiang Yin sighed helplessly and stepped forward. “Please don’t be angry, senior. My junior sister’s injuries were indeed serious, but I’ve already asked Miao Nu to help heal her. She’s been diligently recovering these days, so there’s nothing to worry about. As for Her Highness the Demon King and Si Jun… they acted out of good intentions, not wanting to leak any information and attract unwanted attention. Please understand.” Wen Fei was silent, contemplation lingering in his gaze. After a while, he finally loosened his grip and reluctantly said, “Don’t hide it from me next time.” Tang Mu Xi quickly nodded like a chick pecking at rice, eager to comply. Nearby, the snow fox, feeling neglected, anxiously chimed in, “And don’t hide it from me either!” Tang Mu Xi couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s getting late. Since everyone’s here, why don’t we gather for a meal?” * This time, Tang Mu Xi didn’t cook by herself. Firstly, she was extremely tired and had no energy. Secondly, she had recently improved her automatic cooking stove and wanted to test the results. She threw the prepared ingredients into the stove, added some seasoning, and soon, the aroma of the soup filled the air. Large bubbles surfaced, steam rising vigorously, and in no time, the vegetables and meat slices were thoroughly cooked. Tang Mu Xi picked up a slice of meat, dipped it in honey sauce, and took a bite, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction. “Delicious.” “Hotpot? This stove of yours is getting more and more sophisticated,” Wen Fei remarked in surprise. He picked up a piece and tasted it, feeling profoundly satisfied. The demon domain was often rainy and damp, located by the sea. Except during the scorching summer days, the air was often chilly, especially when the wind blew. Eating hotpot occasionally warmed the body and dispelled the cold. Bai Ling had never eaten hotpot before. She picked up a piece, sniffed it curiously, but immediately got burned and felt her fur stand on end. “Hot, hot, hot!” Tang Mu Xi was startled, suddenly remembering that her friend didn’t like hot food. She quickly poured a cup of cold spring water for her. “Drink this.” Bai Ling, flustered, grabbed the cup, spilling half in her haste, making a mess of the table. “It’s so hot it almost killed me; this thing is terrible, my tongue’s going to fall off,” Bai Ling complained, sulking as she put down her bowl and chopsticks. Tang Mu Xi found it amusing, tapping her plate with chopsticks. “Why are you in such a rush? If you’re afraid of the heat, let it cool on the plate. The flavor is quite good, just be patient.” As she spoke, she scooped out a quail egg, peeled it with her spiritual energy, added some broth, and placed it on Bai Ling’s plate. Attracted by the aroma, Bai Ling’s nose twitched. Reluctantly, she picked up her chopsticks. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she asked out of the blue, “Do Qing Luan lay eggs too?” Wen Fei almost lost his composure. If it weren’t for his good manners, he might have spat out his soup. “Qing Luan is a divine beast. Even if it could lay eggs, you couldn’t eat them!” Wen Fei explained, blushing earnestly. Had it been anyone else, they might have cursed at her for being so indecent and then beaten her up. The egg of a bird or beast was far more embarrassing than being completely exposed. Bai Ling didn’t think much of it, feeling a bit disappointed. She had hoped Ming Yu could lay one for her to taste someday, but she realized that wasn’t possible. If she could lay an egg herself, she thought, she might not be able to resist tasting it. “The hotpot tastes good, but it’s a bit bland,” Jiang Yin commented after a while, unable to resist suggesting improvements. “In restaurants in the mortal realm, I’ve seen them preparing separate spicy broths for customers to choose from. Since we’re few in number, why not divide the pot with a partition to separate the clear and spicy flavors?” As she spoke, Jiang Yin crushed a spirit stone and used her spiritual power to form a partition in the pot. She was not accustomed to her junior sister's taste and usually dipped her food in chili sauce. Though the sauce was good, the ingredients didn't seem perfect as they hadn’t been cooked in spicy broth. Tang Mu Xi thought it was a good idea. After all, she wanted to promote the automatic stove across the entire cultivation world, and other people's tastes might differ from hers. She nodded. “I’ll make some adjustments when I get back.” By the time they finished eating, night had completely fallen outside. Tang Mu Xi, feeling tired, didn’t prolong her stay. She bid farewell, but just as she was about to leave, she remembered something and asked her master. “Master, if a divine weapon shatters, what method should be used to remold and repair it?” The divine weapon had descended with her, so even she didn’t know how to forge it. Coincidentally, her master’s skills in alchemy and forging had recently advanced to the celestial level, making this the perfect time to consult. “Remold?” Wen Fei was taken aback, then realized, “You’re talking about Mo Wang’s Seal.” Tang Mu Xi nodded. “Now that I’ve gathered the three fragments, if I can repair it, the order of Yin and Yang will be restored, and the ghostly plagues across the land will naturally be resolved. But this ghost seal is a divine artifact. Is there really a forge that can contain it in this world? Is there really a flame that can burn it?”