Fairy, help me cultivate.

"Senior sister, my storage bag is a mess..."

Throughout the journey, Chen Yao kept making these trivial and boring requests.

Yun Li, on the contrary, showed no impatience whatsoever. Instead, she was very happy and did her best to help Chen Yao with these undignified chores.

The disciples of the Mingyang Sect felt nothing but envy, jealousy, and hatred; they had no other emotions.

Mingzhan, however, became increasingly convinced that Chen Yao's identity was extremely noble.

Did they really come to Bibo Pool just for the inner core of Bishui Pan?

She couldn't help but have doubts.

"Bibo Pool is almost here, but I suggest we find a safe place to rest for the night and recharge. The road ahead will be even more difficult."

Mingzhan stopped flying leaves and looked at Yunli and Chen Yao.

Chen Yao looked at Yun Li and noticed that Yun Li's face was getting paler and paler.

Yun Li thought about it and tacitly agreed to Ming Zhan's suggestion.

The group found a spacious cave to rest.

Yun Li punched a few times to create a stone chamber, and she and Chen Yao went inside.

Looking at her pale face, Chen Yao couldn't help but feel sorry for her and gently massaged her shoulders: "Senior sister, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Yun Li glanced at the busy Mingyang Sect disciples outside the stone chamber and shook her head: "Perhaps it's a side effect of the failed breakthrough!"

Chen Yao took out the remaining Nine-Bud Pills from Xu Junyu's storage bag and handed them to Yun Li.

Yun Li smiled and shook her head: "This kind of thing is useless to me. You keep it."

Chen Yao was puzzled, so he squatted down in front of her and picked up her delicate feet, which were clad in black high-heeled sandals: "Let me massage your feet for you, Senior Sister!"

Yun Li pressed his hand down with her finger: "This kind of thing is best done at home... How can you, as a man, massage your senior sister's feet in front of outsiders?"

Chen Yao was greatly impressed by the young man's thoughtfulness and virtuousness. She never expected that he would know how to take care of a man's face in public!

He rubbed the slippery little feet a few times, then put them back.

Yun Li looked at Chen Yao, who was concerned about her, and smiled, "How about this? There's a cold pool nearby. I've been using the spiritual spring water there to brew tea since I was a child... I haven't drunk it for over a hundred years. Junior brother, could you please fetch some water for me?"

"I'll go right away."

Yun Li nodded, leaned against the stone wall, closed her eyes to rest, and looked very weak.

……

……

"Qingming, how has your master treated you all these years?"

Mingzhan called a beautiful female disciple to a secluded spot and asked her softly.

The female disciple immediately knelt down and thanked her, saying, "I will never forget Master's kindness to me."

Mingzhan nodded, narrowed her beautiful eyes with long, curved eyelashes, and pursed her red lips slightly: "Master has a problem now and needs your help."

The female disciple, Qingming, kowtowed: "Master, you flatter me. Please tell me what you need."

"What do you think of Chen Yao?"

Qingming paused for a moment, then curled her lip: "He's just a spoiled brat..."

"Hmm?" Mingzhan's voice turned slightly colder. "You don't like such iconic figures?"

Qingming stole a glance at her master's back and murmured, "A person's mark is just a shell..."

"But Chen Yao's strength is also extraordinary."

"That's just because he has powerful magical artifacts and strong guards!" Qingming retorted.

"Insolence!" Mingzhan rebuked.

Qingming immediately bowed her head.

"What kind of person are you? And what kind of person is he? How dare you look down on him?" Ming Zhan took a deep breath, calming himself down. "You've already reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, and you've hit a bottleneck, haven't you?"

Light tea should be it.

"As your teacher, I can dedicate several years of my cultivation to help you break through this bottleneck."

Qingming was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Master!"

"However, there's a task I need you to do. It concerns Chen Yao..."

Qingming was taken aback.

……

……

Chen Yao flew on his sword for quite a while before finally finding the cold pool hidden deep in the forest.

As soon as he landed, he couldn't help but shiver.

The cold pool was indeed quite cold.

Even though it's summer, the vegetation around this pool is covered in frost, and all of it consists of cold-resistant spiritual plants.

The pool is located beneath a massive, pale tree with a girth of about 100 feet, its branches covered in burls that, from a distance, resemble a distorted, grotesque face.

In the center of the cold pool, white spring water bubbled up, shrouded in a misty fog.

"This is Zhuolongtan (Dragon Washing Pool)."

A delicate, sweet voice rang out behind Chen Yao.

"It is the resting place of the last true dragon in the South China Sea."

Qingming emerged from behind the tree, hands behind her back, and walked over with a smile, taking one step at a time.

A white dot flashed in Chen Yao's dantian, and Qingming's attribute panel appeared:

Combat Attributes: Constitution (46), Spiritual Power (20569), Comprehension (68)

[Technique Aptitude: Knife (54), Sword (45), Fist (66)]

[Skill Qualifications: Alchemy (20), Weapon Forging (35), Beast Taming (48), Talismans (54)]

[Special Attribute: Cold Resistance]

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Female Rogue of the Mingyang Sect

"Young man, are you all alone?"

Qingming bit her lip, looked Chen Yao up and down, and had a teasing look on her face.

Chen Yao took a step back: "Fellow Daoist, what is this...?"

Qingming glanced at him, circled around him, and reached out to play with his lapel: "Can't you tell?"

Chen Yao pulled back his belt: "I couldn't tell..."

Qingming was taken aback, realizing that she had indeed been imitating those hooligans from the mortal world down the mountain, and she wasn't wrong...

Is it wrong to seduce someone like this?

My master didn't teach this subject... I just handed this task to someone out of nowhere.

She glanced at Chen Yao, who was expressionless and wary, bit her lip, and then pulled down her chest, revealing a large expanse of white skin.

She deliberately puffed out her cheeks: "What's wrong, little brother? It's just the two of us here... Don't be afraid of being seen!"

???

Chen Yao felt extremely strange. How could I have been harassed by a real female hooligan?

"Aren't you...aren't you cold?"

He looked at Qingming's exposed chest, which was pale and damp.

I have to say, her bust shape is quite appealing...

Qingming puffed out her chest again, mimicking the winks of those hooligans: "Hey, little brother, are you going to put a coat on me?"

She picked up Chen Yao's ribbon again and untied the knot.

Chen Yao stood with his chest exposed, staring at her expressionlessly.

She raised her beautiful eyes and winked again: "Come on, let's play for a bit..."

Chen Yao grabbed her wrist: "It's not far from the camp, and you're probably aware of my senior sister's strength."

Seeing his serious expression, Qingming looked a little timid, but then she winked and said, "We'll just play around, it's nothing serious..."

Three virtual cards finally appeared before Chen Yao's eyes, allowing him to draw a specific abbreviation.

He chose the middle one.

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the green talent attribute - Cold Resistance]

There's no explanation; it's just the literal meaning.

Upon seeing this entry, he instantly felt much warmer.

"Senior sister, are you just going to watch your little brother get harassed like this?"

Chen Yao looked past Qingming's shoulder and called out to the woods behind her.

Yun Li stepped out in high heels, staring expressionlessly at the back of Qing Ming's head.

Qingming felt as if she had been shot in the back of the head, and froze in place, a teasing look still lingering on her lips as she spoke to Chen Yao.

"What? Are all the female cultivators in the Mingyang Sect as thirsty as you?"

Yun Li's voice was colder than a frozen pool.

"Hmm~"

Qingming felt like she was about to melt, so she covered her face, wiggled her bottom, and ran away.

Master, you've killed your disciple...

"Senior sister."