Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 868: Chapter 874, Chapter 875: Zhao Yushu Seeks Help from Liang Ji

Palace grounds.

On a sweltering summer night, the moon was exceptionally bright and luminous, a full moon like a silver plate, hanging high in the sky, casting silver ribbons of light.

Third floor of the Observatory.

A medicine furnace burned in the center, with steam billowing outwards, spreading and dissipating in all directions, as waves of heat scattered from the furnace.

Nalan Yiren, dressed in black, sat cross-legged three feet away from the furnace, her long hair styled in a cloud bun, the sides of her sickly pale yet beautiful face flushed with heat, large beads of sweat rolling from her forehead, down her creamy slender neck, disappearing into the collar below.

Her hands raised, palms open, thick innate spiritual Qi surged from her palms, compressing and refining into visually seen seven-colored liquid beads, which she directed into the medicine furnace.

"Crack..." The lid of the furnace was blasted off by a surge of energy, falling with a metallic clang, making the flames beneath even more vigorous.

Nalan Yiren’s expression was serious, her gaze fixated on the furnace, without a shred of distraction.

At this moment, Nalan Yiren’s brows arched, her ears perked slightly, hearing footsteps rising from beneath the stairs.

Wanting to cease her cultivation, she heard the palace maid she instructed to guard downstairs exclaim, "Your Majesty."

"Is the State Preceptor here?"

"Your Majesty, the State Preceptor is in the building, but she instructed me that she’s cultivating and must not be disturbed by anyone."

"Understood."

...

Following that, Nalan Yiren heard steps echoing up the staircase.

She softly murmured, continuing to channel refined spiritual liquid into the furnace.

Soon, Nalan Yiren caught sight of a tall figure approaching her side.

Seeing the figure raise a hand, Nalan Yiren urgently said, "Don’t act recklessly, I’m refining Spirit Transformation Water."

Having been taken advantage of before, Nalan Yiren thought Chen Mo was about to exploit her again.

Yet, what touched her face was a cloth gently wiping away the sweat from her face.

"Huh..."

Nalan Yiren let out a breath, her cheeks flushed considerably more, her focus still on the medicine furnace, yet she spoke, "It’s so late, why are you here?"

"Knowing you haven’t eaten, I brought you some food." Chen Mo replied softly.

Nalan Yiren slightly turned her head, first seeing Chen Mo’s handsome face, then the food box at his feet. Her acute senses detected the aroma, warming her heart with sweetness, but she said plainly, "You could’ve had a palace maid bring it over."

"I also wanted to see you, it’s been a few days; I’ve missed you." Chen Mo smiled, adjusting the hair on her forehead.

Growing up in Poison King Valley, solely focused on avenging her grandfather, immersed in cultivation, Nalan Yiren had never experienced anything romantic. Given her status in the Poison King Valley, none dared pursue her, so sweet talk and romantic flirtations remained foreign to her.

This time coming to Celestial River, she also harbored thoughts of wanting to have a romance with Chen Mo,

Hence, Chen Mo’s words delighted Nalan Yiren, saying, "You surely say this to every woman."

Chen Mo didn’t respond, continuing to gently wipe her neck with the cloth.

Nalan Yiren’s body tingled slightly, softly murmuring, "You... you stop moving."

"Pause for a rest. You seem quite tired."

"No, Spirit Transformation Water can’t be interrupted midway, or all efforts go to waste."

"Then have something to eat first."

Chen Mo sat down beside her, opened the food box, took out a plate of still-warm Osmanthus Cake, then fed a piece to Nalan Yiren’s mouth, softly saying, "Ah, open your mouth."

Nalan Yiren looked a bit flustered, "Put it down, I’ll eat my own... mm..."

As she opened her mouth, Chen Mo directly fed the Osmanthus Cake to her.

Each piece of Osmanthus Cake, crafted carefully in the Imperial Study, was small and delicate, reflecting the refined dining habits of palace nobles.

The aroma of osmanthus and the sweetness of the cake released in Nalan Yiren’s mouth, blocking the words she intended to say next.

After chewing a few bites, swallowing, Nalan Yiren exclaimed, frustrated and embarrassed, "Put it down, I’ll eat later, don’t feed me."

"Come, have another piece." Chen Mo responded.

"Are you even listening to me... ah..." Nalan Yiren was again force-fed another piece of Osmanthus Cake by Chen Mo.

"You..." Nalan Yiren turned her head, only to see Chen Mo rise to fetch her a cup of tea, "Here, have a sip of tea to cleanse the palate."

Again, he held it to her mouth, "Open your mouth."

The Osmanthus Cake was delicious, yet after two pieces, Nalan Yiren felt slightly overwhelmed by its sweetness, reluctantly sipping the tea, and the sweet sensation in her mouth dissipated instantly.

"Have some fish. This Tail-eyed Spirit Fish I raised before making something of myself in Pingting County, freshly killed tonight, is delicious." Upon putting the tea down, Chen Mo unceremoniously used chopsticks to feed her a piece of fish.

Back in Poison King Valley, Nalan Yiren was often the domineering force, and now feeling someone’s domineering attitude towards her, stirred an unusual feeling in her heart.

This time, Chen Mo didn’t instruct her to open her mouth, Nalan Yiren simply parted her lips slightly, allowing the fish to enter her mouth.

Nalan Yiren merely lightly pressed, and the fish melted in her mouth, subtle spiritual power blending into her flesh, nourishing her essence slightly.

For a Martial Artist in the Divine Power Realm, this slight nourishment made little difference.