Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 806 Beauty Emerging from the Bath
Fang Yu's fawning smile, which seemed to say "being able to share my senior sister's burdens is a stroke of good fortune," was only halfway through when the woman suddenly said, "Wait!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it felt like an ice pick piercing the back of his neck.

'Damn! We've been exposed?' Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

His muscles tensed instantly, and 108 different plans flashed through his mind: how to use Susanoo to plow through the main hall of the Hidden Moon Sect after committing murder and robbery, and then escape.

"No need," the woman said, her voice tinged with weariness and dejection. "You can stand here."

Fang Yu's CPU almost burned out.

This turning point.
"Oh? Senior sister, it's alright, I can handle it! I can serve you steadily with one hand!" He quickly expressed his loyalty, trying to steer the topic back to the safe zone of "carrying the stove".

The woman didn't respond. Instead, she frowned, her gaze falling on his empty sleeve. Her expression was complex, mixed with a sense of pity.

"How are you going to hold it?" she asked rhetorically, her tone calm but precisely hitting the physical flaw that Fang Yu had deliberately ignored.

Fang Yu subconsciously followed her gaze to his empty sleeve, which was fluttering in the wind.

The air froze for two seconds.

He opened his mouth, the vulgar phrase "I'll show you with my feet" rolled around in his throat, but he didn't spit it out. Only a self-deprecating and embarrassed smile remained on his face.

The woman sighed softly, a sigh as light as a feather, yet it carried an indifference born from the familiarity with injury, disability, and death she had witnessed on her spiritual path, along with a hint of barely perceptible pity.

She didn't say anything more, but bent down, picked up the half-person-high, heavy-looking crimson alchemy furnace with one hand, and carried it out like a vegetable basket.

Just as Fang Yu was about to follow, a respectful voice came from outside the door: "Elder Nangong Wan!"

'Nangong Wan?!'

Fang Yu's feet seemed to be welded to the spot.

'Han Paopao's wife?! Oh right, isn't it her later encounter with Mo Jiao's scrotum in the Blood Forbidden Land?'
Confused and infatuated, she ended up benefiting Han Li, who later wanted to kill her to silence her, but then softened when he saw that Han Li had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. In the end, they became Daoist partners.
He was frantically searching through the original plot when Nangong Wan reached the backyard gate. Turning back, she saw him still standing there in a daze, and frowned slightly: "Fang Tiezhu? What are you standing there for?"

Fang Yu snapped out of his daze and quickly jogged to catch up.

In the backyard, the alchemy furnace was casually placed on the ground by Nangong Wan.

She lifted the top of the furnace, and a strange smell, a mixture of burnt bits, medicinal dregs, and faint spiritual energy, rushed out and hit Fang Yutian's head.

He subconsciously wrinkled his nose, almost losing control of his expression—this smell was remarkably similar to the burnt pancakes he used to smell next to the illegal internet cafe in the urban village!

That's it? You call that the alchemy level of a top-tier sect?
Not to mention comparing it to Laozi, it's a million miles away from even the pills refined by the young Taoist.

However, this dark, unappealing lump was already considered a top-tier Foundation Establishment resource that would be fought over by cultivators at the bottom of the human realm.

Nangong Wan clearly misunderstood Fang Yu's expression, which resembled that of an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

Seeing the sorrowful expression on the face of this disabled but determined outer disciple as he looked at the pills, she felt a pang of sympathy for him.

She looked around, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of mystery, as if she were giving her older sister special instruction: "Look, there's a broken pill in this furnace."

Fang Yu looked completely bewildered: "A fragmented pill?"

"It was ruined during the testing phase," Nangong Wan explained, her tone gentle and condescending. "Although its medicinal effects are not as good as the original pill, it still has some effect. You can take it, but don't tell anyone."

Fang Yu looked at the black, defective product that Nangong Wan handed him, which was covered in suspicious scorch marks, and his lips twitched so badly that he almost cramped up.

He resisted the urge to shove the thing back into the other person's mouth, and with two fingers, he picked up the "broken pill" with extreme disgust, as if he were holding a dung beetle's trophy, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Thank you. Senior. Sister. for. your. generosity!"

The perfunctory tone and the subtext of "Are you trying to fob me off?" were almost palpable.

Unfortunately, Nangong Wan was completely absorbed in her own act of kindness, even nodding self-righteously, "Yeah, you've had it tough too. Go on." She waved him away, signaling he could get lost. Fang Yu felt like he'd been granted a pardon, turned and left, inwardly cursing: 'A generous gift my ass! Are they trying to give a beggar the worst kind of thing? Forget it, target the alchemy furnace!'

He pretended to leave, but actually slipped into a dimly lit crevice in a nearby artificial hill, crouched down, and started AFK camping, his eyes fixed on the crimson alchemy furnace in the center of the backyard.

However, the script went off track again.

Nangong Wan did not leave.

She neither delivered the pills nor practiced cultivation.

She stood there blankly beside the alchemy furnace, her eyes vacant, staring at the faint flames dancing on the furnace wall, as if they held some cosmic truth, or perhaps she was thinking about some past experience.

Time passed by, and Fang Yu's legs went numb from squatting behind the artificial hill. He felt like he was about to become one with the stone.

After an unknown amount of time, so long that Fang Yu wondered if he had fallen under some kind of time-stopping illusion, Nangong Wan finally moved.

She raised her hand and very slowly rubbed the corners of her reddened eyes, then—bent down and once again lifted the heavy alchemy furnace with one hand!

Fang Yu: "!!!"

Under Fang Yu's almost fiery gaze, Nangong Wan, carrying her stove, strolled leisurely into a nearby house as if nothing had happened.

'Fuck you'

He crept over silently, and then, with a flick of his wrist, a plain-looking Flying Thunder God kunai engraved with mysterious runes was precisely wedged into the wooden structure in the darkest part of the shadow below the door frame of the meditation room with a "thud".

Then, a Flying Thunder God disappeared.

On a dark and windy night, someone secretly stole a fire.

Outside the meditation room of the Hidden Moon Sect, a barely perceptible yellow light flashed, and Fang Yu, wearing a black mask, appeared out of thin air, landing silently.

The moment the person appeared, he immediately activated his top-level Observation Haki, and within a radius of a hundred feet, he could hear everything: the chirping of insects, the sound of the wind, and the sounds of patrolling disciples grinding their teeth, snoring, and farting.

'There are so many people, it's like an anthill has been disturbed.' Fang Yu scoffed, patiently waiting for a patrol of disciples to walk away, yawning.

'Forget it, I can't worry about that now. Brother Menggong is all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness!'

He took a deep breath, gently pushed open the door to the quiet room, slipped inside in a flash, and closed the door behind him.

Looking back, the alchemy furnace was indeed in the room!

He rushed forward in a flash, a grin spreading across his face, and his left hand, radiating a soft white light, pressed down without hesitation onto the cold furnace wall.

'Flying Thunder God Technique! Activate! Furnace! Give it to me!'

Just as he was about to activate the spatial teleportation technique.
"Wow."

The sound of water came clearly from behind the screen, accompanied by a woman's voice, languid and steamy from a bath: "Xiuer? Why are you so late? I've been waiting for ages. Where are my clothes?"

Fang Yu's neck twisted stiffly, inch by inch, like a rusty gear.

The screen was pushed aside by one hand.

Nangong Wan's long, wet hair clung to her smooth shoulders and neck, water droplets sliding down the graceful curve of her collarbone. She was only wrapped in a thin bath towel, her bare feet on the cold floor, and she was looking over with a hint of reproach.

Eye to eye
so awkward.

(End of this chapter)