“My lady was amazing last night. I’ve never seen anyone like her before. Since I was little, you’ve always been this sacred, untouchable figure in my heart—like a celestial fairy who must not be defiled. And now, such a figure is right here in my arms, beneath me, with marks I’ve left on your body.”
“Huh? My lady, why are you glaring at me? Don’t like being called ‘my lady’? But we’re already married and bound as Dao partners, isn’t it only natural to call you that?”
“Wuwuwu~~ You’re glaring at me again, Master, you’ve changed. You don’t spoil me like you used to.”
“When I was little, Master, you spoiled me the most—always hugging me, kissing me, lifting me high, and at night you liked to hold Little Black as you slept. But ever since you broke through to Golden Core, everything’s changed.”
“Master’s always busy with sect affairs or other matters. Even the peach blossom soup I love most—you don’t make it for Little Black anymore.”
“Sometimes Little Black wonders if it’s because I’ve grown up, if Master’s tired of me and doesn’t love me anymore.”
Finally getting what he wanted, the big ball of trouble clung tightly to the person in his arms like a conjoined twin, unleashing the words bottled up inside like a floodgate opening—chattering endlessly until he nearly drove the woman crazy.
Su Bai listened, her smooth forehead veins bulging. Damn it! Does this troublemaker even speak human? When we were little, wasn’t it this brat who climbed into bed every day? And now, she shoulders the entire burden of Sanshan Sect—two regions, thirteen cities—all on her own!
If she didn’t work hard, where would Sanshan Sect be today?
“Hehehe~ Actually, Master last night was even more uninhibited than I imagined…” The troublemaker suddenly changed tone, becoming flirtatious with a shameless edge.
“I once dug up the tomb of a True Monarch who practiced the Hehuan Dao. His sect was famous for breeding all kinds of demon and enchantress beauties, but strangely, the highest number of disciples selected each year were pure cultivators.”
“Master, want to know why?”
Su Bai was silent, not responding.
She straightened her waist and glanced at the person in her arms, unable to help but snort softly. The Big Trouble was content, nodding before lightly nibbling her reddened earlobe and whispering, “That’s because the Hehuan Sect has a peculiar technique. Every year, they hold a grand sect competition where only the top three can keep their male form. The losers are assigned to become junior or senior sisters.”
“Survival of the fittest, only the purest among pure cultivators, the truest men can break through! Achieve Dao and immortality!!”
“And those who become ‘junior or senior sisters’—initially, they crazily seek the Huayang technique just like Master, but inevitably, without exception, they end up subdued beneath their later brothers and juniors.”
“I read in the Hehuan True Monarch’s notes about these transformed ‘brothers.’ At first, their minds struggled with the conflict between soul and flesh, but slowly, the unsatisfied desires and their pretentious pure cultivator pride were like a crumbling wall…”
“At that point, a slight push, and they—oh no, she—would utterly fall, becoming even more womanly than women, more bewitching than enchantresses, falling in love with anything that gave her pleasure.”
“Master, do you think you might be that kind of personality?”
The Big Trouble leaned close to Su Bai’s face, blowing warm breath, eyes shining with anticipation. “If I love you like this a few more times, will you completely fall for me?”
Su Bai: …
You brat! Traitor!
Her education was perfect, yet this little thing grew into such a rebellious, ancestor-defying troublemaker!!
Hmm… wait, maybe there’s another explanation—that the little ball was stolen…
Seeing Su Bai remain silent, the Big Trouble’s eyes rolled around restlessly, his naughty hands sneaking up to Su Bai’s towering snow peaks, freely kneading a few times.
A soft, plaintive voice came from him, full of grievance and accusation, like a obedient, pitiful puppy begging for food.
“Master, I’m hungry.”
“Oh~”
“Mas-Mas~ hungry~ food~”
“Oh~”
“Master, can you make Little Black’s favorite peach blossom soup?”
“No, starve to death, you troublemaker.”
“Really not going to make it?”
“No.”
“Then Little Black will have to do it himself.”
No sooner had he said this than Su Bai felt the weight behind her suddenly lighten. Before she could react, a cute little white-robed boy was already pressing down on her, his small head nestled against her snow peak, his big watery eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.
“Hehehe~ Little Black’s come down the mountain a few times, and I heard mortals raise their offspring with these two things. Master has raised Little Black all these years, like a teacher and mother. It’s about time to properly raise Little Black once.”
Saying this, the little boy stretched out his sinful little paws…
“Hey hey hey! Troublemaker, don’t touch! Ugh! No mouths either! Stop! There’s nothing there!”
“No problem, Little Black has pills anyway. Since Master won’t make peach blossom soup, Little Black can provide for himself…”
A pill was proudly shaken in the little paw, ready to be fed into Su Bai’s mouth.
Su Bai’s alarm bells rang loudly.
“I’LL MAKE IT!!!”
…
The scorching sun blazed overhead.
The process of making peach blossom soup wasn’t complicated—an appropriate amount of peach blossom petals, soaked glutinous rice, a little rock sugar, and a suitable amount of water. Stir gently with a fine spoon and heat—it didn’t require precise fire control because there was no stove on the mountain.
Su Bai didn’t understand why this troublemaker had such an obsession with peach blossom soup. When he was little, if he went a day without it, he would throw a tantrum on the ground, crying; when grown, if he went a day without it, he’d cling to her, massaging and begging; and now, if she didn’t make it, he’d pin her down on the bed and forcibly squeeze milk on the spot!
Watching the troublemaker eat happily, Su Bai felt a twitch at the corner of her eye. If she didn’t know common poisons were useless to a Nascent Soul True Monarch, she’d find a way to add hundreds of pounds of arsenic to this pot!
She took a bowl and tasted it. The peach blossom soup still had its familiar taste—light, warm, sweet, with a faint fragrance.
The little boy immediately snuggled up to Su Bai and rubbed against her waist affectionately. “Master makes the best peach blossom soup. Little Black is so lucky to have a master like you~ The happiest child in the world~~”
Su Bai: …
You pinned me down on the bed, furiously pouring out love, calling me “my lady” and “white servant” so smoothly!
“No!!”
Suddenly, from a closed cultivation cave in Sanshan Sect, a roar echoed through heaven and earth, full of unwillingness and defiance!!