Chapter 83 Nine Days of Pleasure

As the sun rises in the east, the rivers ripple with golden light, and the morning dew condenses on the red spider lilies in the sunlight. The light is not strong, and the sky is always misty.

In fact, the weather was mostly like this along the Yellow River. But Xu Zangyu was still afraid that the morning dew would be scorched and dissipated by the weak sunlight, so he quickened his collection.

Two hours later, the morning dew on the flowers had evaporated, and Xu Zangyu happened to have just taken a bottle.

He timed it perfectly; the moment Chu Shu woke up, she saw Xu Zangyu gathering dew to brew tea.

Surrounded by dew, her expression was blurred, but she seemed to be smiling.

"What did you do last night?" Chu Shu naturally knew what he was up to and was fully aware of what Xu Zangyu had done, but he couldn't point it out directly. Instead, he waited for Xu Zangyu to personally deliver his long-cherished feelings.

"You like to brew tea with morning dew, so I brought you some when I saw a field of spider lilies."

Xu Cangyu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Chu Shu. "I've always wanted to ask you, why do you insist on using morning dew to brew the tea? Does it make the taste special?"

Actually, Xu Zangyu had also tried it and didn't feel any difference; perhaps it had a slightly more floral aroma than regular tea.

Chu Shu took the porcelain teacup and, unsurprisingly, smelled the scent of spider lilies, faint yet with a bitter aftertaste.

"The morning dew at Chenshi (7-9 AM) is water that draws upon the essence of the sun and moon, and can remove impurities from spiritual veins. However, many people are unaware of this. In addition, it takes a lot of time and effort, and the effects are only noticeable after prolonged use, so few people bother to collect even a single sip."

Xu Zangyu was speechless. He had always thought that Miss Chu was just being pretentious, but feelings were a precious thing.

Chu Shu twirled the cup in her hand, her voice hoarse, "I used to force you to collect morning dew, and I thought it was the thing I hated doing the most."

At that time, in Chu Shu's eyes, Xu Zangyu was no different from a dog skin plaster stuck on. The only thing that didn't disgust him was that Xu Zangyu's eyes didn't have the same desires as others.

But that's the strange thing. If you don't like him, why get close to him?

Unable to bear the torment from his senior brother, he came to him seeking refuge? Chu Shu had considered this possibility.

He had Xu Zangyu brave the cold wind to collect morning dew in the hope that he would give up, but he did not expect that Xu Zangyu would actually do it, and not only did it, but persisted for a long time.

He could taste the morning dew, so he knew that Xu Zangyu hadn't tried to fool him with water.

When Xu Cangyu came down from the summit, his hands were red, his nose was red from the cold, and there was resentment in his eyes that he didn't dare to let him see.

Chu Shu thought to herself that this junior brother was really interesting.

If they can always be obedient, protecting them isn't a bad idea, since no one can stand Xiao Mingxin.

Xu Zangyu: "I thought you simply liked floral tea."

To his shame, he was unaware that Chu Shu had any particular hobbies. All he could recall about Chu Shu's past were memories of him ordering him around.

"That's not wrong, but the Tianyi Sect is rich in spiritual energy. The flower dew obtained from the Yellow Springs Resentful Land can only be used as ordinary tea."

Chu Shu took a sip, her brows furrowing suddenly. Xu Cangyu noticed something was wrong, poured himself a cup, and almost spat it out as soon as he took a sip.

"Cough cough, this is too bitter."

It tastes bitter at first, and the aftertaste remains bitter, layer upon layer, leaving an unbearable astringency on the tip of the tongue.

Chu Shu was able to calmly swallow it down.

Xu Zangyu said incredulously, "It must be because of the flower dew."

“Indeed,” Chu Shu said, “Legend has it that the flower of the other shore grows without leaves, and leaves grow without flowers, and they will never meet in this life, and will always drink the bitterness of longing. Indeed, it is extremely bitter.”

He only took one sip and then stopped, so Xu Zangyu picked up the teapot and poured it out.

“I’ll get more flower dew another day, but I don’t know if there are any other flowers at Huangquan Ferry,” he said regretfully. “If I hadn’t seen any other alternatives, I wouldn’t have chosen this.”

He felt particularly unlucky after hearing what Chu Shu said.

"There is wind in the Yellow Springs, so there is no need for morning dew; just pick a fragrant flower."

Xu Zangyu secretly noted it down, muttering to himself, "Chu Shu really likes drinking tea."

Xu Zangyu searched all over Huangquan Ferry, and to his surprise, there were no more demons who harbored ill intentions towards him. On the contrary, the demons ran away when they saw him, looking flustered.

He stopped a familiar-looking little demon. "Why are you running?"

The little cat, pesky and trembling, was being held by the scruff of its neck. It glanced down at him and said, "You...you have the scent of the Ferryman on you. I didn't know you were one of the Ferryman's people. If I had known, I would never have tied you up."

Good heavens! This human is quite cunning; he actually managed to get the Ferryman to mark him.

Xu Cangyu sniffed himself but didn't notice anything unusual. He figured it must have been from spending too much time with Chu Shu and accidentally rubbing against her.

It seems that Chu Shu has left quite a shadow on these little demons; they were terrified just from smelling a bit of her scent.

The little cat with copper coins was holding a bunch of white flowers in its arms. The flowers had a fresh and elegant scent. Xu Cangyu's eyes lit up. "Where did you pick your jasmine flowers?"

"Jasmine?" The little cat with copper coins paused for a moment, then pointed to the flower in its hand. "You mean this? In Huangquan Ferry, it's called Menghuan. I picked it on the cliff to sell for money."

Although the little cat was very afraid of Xu Cangyu, it still held the flowers in its arms tightly. Last time it lost everything, and it was counting on Meng Huan to sell them to make a few full meals.

"If you won't take the silver, then what about the ghost money?"

Xu Cangyu waved the handful of ghost money that Chu Shu had given him, which he had never spent, in front of the copper coin kitten, and sure enough, he saw the kitten staring at it without blinking.

Last time, the makeup artist received ghost money. This place is connected to the underworld, and ghost money is basically hard currency.

Xu Zangyu bought his flowers, and out of curiosity, Copper Coin Cat asked, "Why did you buy Meng Huan's flowers?"

"I'll make tea for your ferryman."

The little cat's face suddenly turned red, and it hesitated before saying, "Menghuan, you can't put too much in. You can take the flowers, dry them, and drink them slowly."

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing."

Xu Zangyu had some experience in brewing tea, and he knew exactly how to brew jasmine tea to make it taste best.

The little cat with copper coins didn't show it on its face, but inwardly it sneered, "What a foolish human! He only knows some wicked tricks. No wonder he was able to hook up with the ferryman."

I'm not afraid that one day I'll die in the master's bed.

There is a flower that grows in the Yellow Springs, named Dream of Joy. In short, it is an aphrodisiac. It is most liked by those who indulge in lust in the Yellow Springs or little demons with hidden illnesses, but they all know that buying one or two plants is the limit.

How could a human being have the audacity to take them all? Truly, lust drives one to the extreme, and one is unafraid of death.

Xu Zangyu ran back to brew tea.

Strangely enough, the tea in the underworld always had a bitter taste that couldn't compare to the fragrance of tea in the human world. He added three jasmine flowers to neutralize it, and only then could he gradually smell a hint of sweetness in the bitterness.

Xu Zangyu took a bite first, and the astringency and bitterness had indeed faded, replaced by a sweet aftertaste that made one extremely nostalgic amidst the bitterness.

He pushed a glass in front of Chu Shu, "Try today's."

Chu Shu took a bite, her eyes flickering with slight surprise.

"I added a few jasmine flowers. How is it? Isn't it unique? But it's really strange. It doesn't taste like jasmine to me. I wonder if I over-brewed it." Xu Zangyu wondered and took another sip, but still couldn't taste any jasmine fragrance.

Chu Shu smiled without showing it, her gaze lightly sweeping over the small white flowers in the vase beside her, and said, "It's probably overcooked, the flavor is too weak."

Has it lost its flavor?

Xu Zangyu took a few more petals and continued to boil them. The subtle fragrance almost filled the room, but it was sealed off by the locked windows, preventing any of it from leaking out.

Xu Zangyu drank more and more, finding it sweeter and more intoxicating. Not only him, but Chu Shu was the same, their eyes glazed over as if they were drunk.

"The tea is wrong! It's not jasmine."

"Of course it's not jasmine, it's dream of happiness, the flower of the mimosa tree. One moment of pleasure, one moment of dream, one flower is one dream. You released nine flowers, are you going to spend the Double Ninth Festival with me?"

Chu Shu was completely drunk, her fair face flushed, beads of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes were fixed on Xu Cangyu. Xu Cangyu sat up abruptly, but then fell back down because her legs were weak.

"You knew that, yet you still drank it recklessly."

"How could I refuse my junior brother's kind offer?"

The clarity in Xu Cangyu's eyes was obscured by the mist. In a daze, he saw a beautiful snake coiling around him, its scarlet tongue hissing at his ear. However, the blood of this beautiful snake on his body was boiling, and he felt like he was about to be scalded.

The blood in his chest was boiling as Xu Zangyu and the beautiful snake became entangled.

Although one fears the serpent's thick, long tail, a beauty is still a beauty; just one glance is enough to make one lose their mind.

Driven by lust, he forgot his fear of cold-blooded animals and climbed onto the serpentine body to kiss its scarlet lips. But when he felt a snake's tongue flick past, his boundless lust could not overcome the chilling fear that ran down his spine. Xu Zangyu struggled and pushed the serpentine away.

He must have lost his mind to dare sleep with a beautiful snake woman. No matter how beautiful she is, she's still a snake.

Xu Zangyu didn't escape; he was pulled back by the snake's tail.

The beautiful snake threatened, "I'll let you go if you give birth to a baby snake."

This snake must be in heat; it shouldn't have run over here blinded by lust.

Besides, he's incapable of having children at all.

"Humans and transgender people are different, they cannot have children."

The snake demon's claws tore his clothes, and her voice, low and hoarse, grew increasingly impatient, "Whether I can give birth or not is my own business."

A beautiful snake woman in heat is irrational, completely absorbed in her obsession with showing off her abilities.

Three days later, Xu Zangyu was so exhausted that his back was about to break, and he deeply regretted his careless words.

"You can give birth, you can give birth, that's enough, no need to prove it anymore."

The beautiful snake didn't believe it, "If you can give birth, why don't you have snake eggs in your belly?"

Xu Zangyu was so angry that he cursed, "Are you out of your mind? How can a person lay snake eggs?"

The beautiful snake worked even harder.

Xu Zangyu looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, his throat dry and hoarse. "If this continues, I'm really going to die."

"What a joke, you think a Nascent Soul cultivator like you can just die like that?"

Xu Zangyu was on the verge of tears, "It's not that my cultivation hasn't returned yet."

Otherwise, how could the snake demon have captured it?

The serpent's spiritual power seeped into his bloodline and became entangled with his own.

"You don't need spiritual power, just come and take as much as you want."

Xu Zangyu then mustered his strength and thought viciously to himself, "Let's see if he doesn't drain this monster's spiritual power. Then I'll recover my cultivation and give him a good beating."