SWDnovel Chapter 3 The Girl Who Wants to Cultivate Immortality
Chapter 3 The Girl Who Wants to Cultivate Immortality
The night on Kuixing Island carries a hint of saltiness and coolness from the sea breeze.
Han Xiaoliu sat at the stone table in the courtyard, with two bowls of soup in front of him.
A bowl of bright red soup, exuding an enticing sweet aroma, is made by Lady Yu using the meat of a unique monster from the island.
The other bowl was emerald green and had the fresh fragrance of reeds; it was green reed soup.
Lady Yu came out of the house, carrying a small bowl of green asparagus soup.
She gently pushed the bowl of red bean soup in front of Han Xiaoliu, her face full of a tender and ingratiating smile: "Young Master, please try it. This red bean soup was just made today."
Then, she picked up the bowl of green asparagus soup and turned to Bubbles, who was squatting to the side with bright eyes watching her.
Bubble is Han Xiaoliu's spirit pet, its strength is unknown but quite extraordinary. The first time he saw it, it actually used a very powerful stealth spell, and could move even after becoming invisible.
From their very first meeting, she knew that neither the master nor the spirit pet were ordinary people.
"Bubble, this is for you." Lady Yu placed the green asparagus soup in front of Bubble Noodles, her tone filled with affection.
Bubble's listless expression changed as she watched the green asparagus soup, and she happily picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it down in two gulps.
Her listless appearance has changed somewhat, and she seems to have regained a lot of energy.
Finally, she placed the small bowl of green asparagus soup in front of her daughter, Daya.
Daya was about six or seven years old. She sat timidly to the left of Han Xiaoliu, her big, dark eyes occasionally glancing at him.
As Yu Niangzi watched this scene, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
She deliberately made sure that Daya's portion was the smallest and the soup the most ordinary, so that Han Xiaoliu could feel her "sensibleness" and "boundaries".
She wanted Han Xiaoliu to understand that in her heart, he was the most important person and the future support for her and her daughter.
Han Xiaoliu looked at the red radish soup in front of him, then glanced at the small bowl of green asparagus soup in front of Daya, but his heart remained unmoved.
He was already used to Yu Niangzi's subtle "arrangements." Having lived for so many years, he had seen countless schemes and calculations, and Yu Niangzi's little tricks were nothing more than an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.
She's sensible and knows how to please others, which is good.
He picked up a spoon, slowly scooped up a spoonful of red bean curd soup and put it in his mouth. It was sweet but not cloying, and cooked to perfection.
He nodded slightly, which was considered an affirmation.
Upon seeing this, Lady Yu's smile widened even further.
She turned to look at Daya, her eyes carrying a hint of urging and suggestion: "Daya, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank the young master! If it weren't for the young master, we wouldn't have this peaceful life."
Da Ya trembled slightly, quickly put down her spoon, slid off the stool, and respectfully bowed to Han Xiaoliu, her voice barely audible: "Thank...thank you, Young Master Xiaoliu."
Han Xiaoliu looked up at the little girl in front of him who was about the same height as him.
She wore faded coarse cloth clothes and her hair was simply tied up, but her eyes held a precocious maturity and a cautious attempt to please that were beyond her years.
"My cultivation technique has already broken through to a higher level, so this Red Luo Soup won't have much effect on me anymore. You can eat these!"
Han Xiaoliu scooped out most of a spoonful from his own bowl of red broth and handed it to Daya.
Daya was stunned, her eyes wide open, staring at Han Xiaoliu in disbelief, then secretly glancing at her mother.
A glint flashed in Yu Niangzi's eyes. She immediately nudged Daya's back and urged softly, "Silly girl, this is a reward from the young master, hurry up and accept it!"
Da Ya then realized what was happening and hurriedly reached out her hands to take the spoon that Han Xiaoliu handed her, her fingertips trembling slightly with nervousness.
She lowered her head and carefully ate the half spoonful of red radish soup from Han Xiaoliu's hand.
The sweet taste melted in her mouth, more delicious than anything she had ever eaten.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, whether from the sweetness of the soup or from this unexpected "gift," it was hard to tell.
Perhaps because of her mother's constant reminders, Daya's dependence on Han Xiaoliu quietly grew like a vine.
She had long since come to regard this taciturn but caring "young master" as the warmest and most reliable person in her world.
She began to emulate Yu Niangzi, silently serving Han Xiaoliu, tidying his robes, and pouring him tea and water, her eyes filled with admiration and affection.
Lady Yu saw this and was delighted.
She knew she had made the right bet.
The closer the relationship between the daughter and Daya, the more secure their future will be.
Han Xiaoliu seemed to tacitly approve of all this. He enjoyed Yu Niangzi's thoughtful service and accepted Daya's clumsy attempts to please and her dependence.
Every morning, the sunlight streams into the courtyard, and Han Xiaoliu meticulously practices his body-strengthening exercises.
His movements were powerful and vigorous, each move and stance containing a unique rhythm. Sweat soaked his clothes, outlining the budding muscle lines of the young man.
In the afternoon, he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate the Azure Origin Sword Technique, with faint fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from his body.
I practice diligently morning and evening, never daring to slack off for a moment!
Daya, on the other hand, was quietly playing with Bubble in another corner of the yard.
Bubbles seemed to understand Daya's thoughts, transforming into various interesting shapes to amuse her. But Daya's gaze always involuntarily drifted towards Han Xiaoliu, who was cultivating.
Looking at his focused expression and the wonderful connection between him and the bubbles, her eyes were filled with envy and longing.
She so wished she could have the same power as the young master and be able to cultivate immortal arts.
While busy in the kitchen, Yu Niangzi took in everything in the courtyard out of the corner of her eye.
Looking into her daughter's longing eyes, she was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
Da Ya is old enough to be considered for cultivation; it's time to see if she has the aptitude for it. Once this thought took hold, it was impossible to suppress.
She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and then deliberately pulled down her neckline a little, revealing the deep cleavage in her chest.
She carried the freshly cooked red bean soup and walked lightly toward Han Xiaoliu, who was meditating.
This was a weakness of Han Xiaoliu that she discovered unintentionally.
This young master seems to have absolutely no resistance to ample breasts.
When she was little, she thought it was just a child's instinct and didn't pay attention to it.
But after discovering that he was unusual, she guessed that he might have special hobbies. After several unintentional tests and observations, she finally concluded that Han Xiaoliu had excellent taste.
She often used this method to subtly undermine Han Xiaoliu's will and gain some benefits from him.
Young Master, you look at me with a hint of hesitation, you're so easily teased! Every time I tease you, I make you blush and feel completely flustered.
Even the unique methods for making the red radish soup and green asparagus soup were obtained from Han Xiaoliu through this method.
Yu Niangzi walked to Han Xiaoliu's side, gently placed the red soup in his hand, and said softly, "Young Master Xiaoliu, you must be tired from practicing your skills. Here, have a bowl of soup to soothe your throat."
Her voice carried a hint of deliberate coquettishness, and her body leaned slightly forward, making her alluring figure even more clearly visible.
Han Xiaoliu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Yu Niangzi's chest. His eyes paused for a moment, then returned to calm.
A silent cry escaped his lips: Here we go again... It's too big... No, I can't think about it anymore, I need to cultivate!
He picked up the red broth, took a sip, and said casually, "Hmm, it tastes good."
Lady Yu was overjoyed, knowing that her "weapon" was still effective.
She sat down next to Han Xiaoliu and casually asked, "Xiaoliu, I think Da Ya seems quite interested in the path of cultivation. Do you think she has the fortune to embark on that path?"
Han Xiaoliu put down his bowl, glanced at Yu Niangzi, then at Daya who was staring at him expectantly in the distance. After a moment of silence, he said, "The path of cultivation is extremely arduous. Whether you have the aptitude or not can be determined by testing."
A glint of anticipation flashed in Yu Niangzi's eyes. She leaned closer to Han Xiaoliu, her fragrance wafting faintly into his nostrils: "Then...Young Master, when would be a convenient time to test Daya's spiritual root?"
Hold on! Han Xiaoliu, you're not a two or three-year-old child anymore. You can't give in to the softness of those few pounds of flesh anymore!
Han Xiaoliu looked at her beautiful face so close to his and her snow-white skin so close to his own, and his heart stirred slightly, but he quickly suppressed that inexplicable emotion.
He stood up and said, "Tomorrow. After I finish my cultivation tomorrow, I'll buy a spirit-testing stone for her to use."
Lady Yu was overjoyed and quickly stood up, bowing slightly again, making her cleavage appear even deeper: "Thank you, Young Master Liu! Thank you, Young Master Liu! Da Ya's success today is all thanks to your kindness!"
Han Xiaoliu didn't say anything more, but just nodded slightly and continued to cultivate with his eyes closed.
Lady Yu withdrew contentedly, her face beaming with undisguised joy.
Only after Yu Niangzi turned around did Han Xiaoliu quietly open his eyes and look at her buttocks, a strange admiring look flashing in his eyes.
He likes peach-shaped butts too!