According to the rules of the Cultivation Realm, Shen Xuan, as a Qi Cultivation Loose Cultivator, had no right to meet with her alone.

Shen Xuan smiled faintly, took out a Jade Box, and offered it up respectfully with both hands. "Please take a look, Tower Master."

Su Yajing received the Jade Box. The moment she opened it, she couldn’t help but let out a soft exclamation.

A wisp of scorching Fire Spirit Qi instantly spread through the entire Cai Fu Pavilion, illuminating the hall as bright as day.

Lying quietly in the box was a Spirit Fruit as crimson as flame. Faint qilin patterns flowed across its surface, releasing a heart-palpitating fluctuation of fiery Spiritual Qi.

"This is..."

Su Yajing’s cherry lips parted slightly. For a moment, she was actually at a loss for words.

She had cultivated for many years. Though she did not recognize this fruit, she could still discern its grade.

Such pure and blazing Fire Spirit Qi clearly placed it among Tier Three Spirit Fruits.

"This treasure is an ancestral Core Formation Spiritual Object of mine, a thousand-year-old Fire Qilin Fruit."

Shen Xuan explained unhurriedly.

"Hiss!"

Su Yajing sucked in a breath of cold air.

A thousand-year-old Tier Three Fire Attribute Spirit Fruit, a Core Formation Spiritual Object!

Spiritual Objects of this level were rare treasures even in the Major Sects.

Shen Xuan glanced at her with a half-smile. "Tower Master doesn’t recognize this item?"

Su Yajing came back to herself, her bright eyes flowing. "Fellow Daoist Shen, don’t tease me. I, Yajing, am ignorant and ill-informed. How could I have seen such a treasure before!"

Once she recovered, Su Yajing’s delicate face bloomed like a flower, filled with laughter.

"What would Fellow Daoist Shen like this concubine to do?"

"In truth, this concubine was quite skilled in the arts in her younger years. I am a bit out of practice these days, but I can still let Fellow Daoist Shen sample them a little."

The implication in her words couldn’t have been more obvious.

"No rush. It’s still early. Why doesn’t the Tower Master bring out some Spirit Wine, and we can drink as we talk?"

"This concubine was just thinking the same thing."

Soon, Ling Yan brought in Spirit Wine and fine dishes, cast Shen Xuan a sidelong glance, then withdrew.

Su Yajing personally poured wine and picked dishes for Shen Xuan.

Her fingers were like carved scallions, her wrists like frost and snow. Her lotus-root-white arms were flawless White Jade in Shen Xuan’s line of sight.

One had to admit, this Su Yajing had maintained herself very well.

With a smile on his face, Shen Xuan took a light sip of the Spirit Wine.

A Tier Two Spirit Wine, its fragrance was clear as it slid down his throat, with quite a kick to it afterward.

And nothing messy had been added to it.

He tasted a piece of Spiritual Vegetables that Su Yajing fed him—Tier Two lotus root—also without anything mixed in.

Shen Xuan mused to himself in silence.

The Su Yajing across from him still had some bottom line.

Even in the face of such a Core Formation Spiritual Object as the Fire Qilin Fruit, she hadn’t resorted to filthy tricks.

Shen Xuan glanced at Su Yajing.

A Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment Water Attribute cultivator, she carried the charm of mature years. Her figure was lithe and graceful, with curves in all the right places, holding a unique flavor.

To a man with experience, a woman like this was the true top grade.

Sensing Shen Xuan’s appreciative gaze, Su Yajing’s bright, pretty eyes rippled like autumn water. Her cherry lips pressed lightly together as she met his gaze calmly.

She was, after all, an elite disciple of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect, at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment Realm.

How could she possibly be afraid of a mere Qi Cultivation Perfection Loose Cultivator like him!

Right now, Su Yajing looked dignified and reserved.

In truth, only after one got close would they discover an entirely different kind of lush, alluring charm about her.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, this Spirit Wine is called Snow Burning. Its nature is extremely fierce. As good as Spirit Wine is, one mustn’t drink too much of it, you know."

Su Yajing said softly.

Her hands, however, didn’t slow as she filled Shen Xuan’s cup to the brim.

At this moment, as she leaned forward, the jade peaks on her chest were faintly visible.

A faint, delicate fragrance drifted into his nose.

It made one involuntarily feel a bit restless.

Looking at the gracefully curving Su Yajing before him, Shen Xuan naturally caught the unspoken meaning in her words.

"I don’t have many other skills. But when it comes to drinking, I do have a bit of a knack."

"Do you?"

Shen Xuan took the cup and drained it in one go.

Su Yajing continued to pour it full.

Shen Xuan continued to knock them back in a single gulp.

They went on like that for more than a dozen cups in a row.

When Shen Xuan finished yet another cup, Su Yajing’s fair arm trembled slightly as she poured.

Spirit Wine splashed from the cup, a little spilling onto Shen Xuan’s robe.

"My apologies. Let this concubine wipe it clean for you!"

Su Yajing showed an apologetic smile as her slender hand brushed lightly over Shen Xuan’s robe.

She was a Water Cultivator. With a slight circulation of Spiritual Power, the wine stains on his robe quietly vanished.

It was just that, though her movements were gentle—

They still made a sudden, inexplicable fire surge up in Shen Xuan’s chest.

Shen Xuan reached out and stopped Su Yajing’s delicate hand, which had been sliding steadily lower.

Their hands clasped together.

"Tower Master, do you know the consequences of what you’re doing?"

"Consequences?"

Su Yajing widened her pretty eyes, as if she hadn’t understood what Shen Xuan meant.

Shen Xuan looked at Su Yajing—her face was as gorgeous as a flower, her lips red as cherries.

In the haloed glow of the Cai Fu Pavilion, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"I am a Fire Cultivator. With the Tower Master acting like this, it makes my fire burn very hot..."

"Chi-chi, this concubine thought it was something serious."

At his words, Su Yajing covered her cherry mouth and laughed softly as if hearing a joke.

Her cheeks flushed like rosy clouds, her eyes tender as flowing water.

"This concubine is a Water Cultivator. Does Fellow Daoist Shen need this concubine to help extinguish the fire?"

"You said it yourself!"

Shen Xuan smiled slightly and tightened his grip.

Su Yajing let out a soft cry and fell into Shen Xuan’s lap.

Her dress slipped down without a sound, and spring scenery blazed forth.

...

Inside the Cai Fu Pavilion, the atmosphere was languid and intoxicating, like spring flowers in full bloom, with fragrance quietly spreading.

Sitting astride Shen Xuan, Su Yajing trembled as if touched by an electric current, unable to control herself. Her eyes were sultry as silk, her breaths soft and ragged.

Their clothes fluttered down like butterflies, scattering lightly across the floor.

The two figures gradually merged into one.

Su Yajing’s tall, slender figure rose and fell, and in the quiet space, a certain indescribable sound echoed rhythmically.

Ling Yan, standing guard outside the Cai Fu Pavilion, heard the familiar, soul-stealing sounds, and a faint blush crept up the tips of her ears.

Her willow brows knitted slightly as ripples stirred in her heart.

Although she had no idea what the two were discussing—

The thing they were doing right now was something all too common in the Ten Thousand Flowers Tower.