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"You're the seasoning! I'm a medicinal herb, also known as Bai La Yun, which has detoxifying and cold-dispelling effects," Old Jiang quickly corrected.
In reality, there's not much difference between seasonings and medicinal herbs; they're both destined to be eaten. However, Old Jiang prefers to be called a medicinal herb.
"Old Jiang, even if you were a medicinal herb, I wouldn't like to eat you. I'd pick you out of the dish!" Wang Xiao replied seriously with a very disgusted tone, reaching out to take the dish from Old Jiang's hand.
"If you don't eat ginger, I won't eat people either!" Old Jiang replied with a smile, as if Wang Xiaoxia's refusal to eat ginger was an attempt to get closer to him. He put down the dishes and sat down next to Wang Xiaoxia.
Wang Xiaoxia couldn't help but laugh, and grew to like this simple-minded old man even more.
"How did you, a mere ginger, manage to cultivate into a spirit?" Wang Xiaoxia asked the old ginger, sitting at the stone table with a puzzled look.
“A hundred years ago, the young master was injured, and it was his blood that dripped onto my body, giving me spiritual power, which is why I was able to transform into a human,” Old Jiang replied, glancing at Cui Heng with a smile.
"How could a demon beast like him get injured?" Wang Xiaoxia said, pursing his lips in disbelief.
After all, a powerful adult demon beast like Bai Ze is usually not injured because of its thick skin and tough flesh. However, Bai Ze's blood is indeed a good thing, as it can actually make a seasoning cultivate into a spirit.
"Back then, the Ghost Realm was in turmoil, and the young master was injured while quelling the war," Old Jiang hurriedly explained, afraid that his noble young master would be looked down upon by a mortal.
"How is the Ghost Realm in turmoil? And what does it have to do with your young master?" Wang Xiaoxia pressed, trying her best to control her emotions. Her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Cui Heng, but Cui Heng did not look at her.
A hundred years ago, she became a puppet, her entire family was killed, and Cang Ze ascended the throne of the Ghost King. What does all of this have to do with Cui Heng? Why did he go to quell the war?
Come to think of it! Bai Ze is an auspicious beast, and the filth of the ghost realm is not suitable for him to live in. Yet he has made his home in this deep mountain forest and raised servants. What relationship does he have with the ghost king Cang Ze?
"The turmoil has nothing to do with me. I just happened to be there and got into a fight," Cui Heng said indifferently.
He didn't want to bring up the events of a hundred years ago, nor did he want to involve the two of them. In this vast world, he could only be here without having to pretend to be someone else, so he didn't want the chaos of the outside world to disturb the peace that belonged to his heart.
For some reason, Wang Xiaoxia breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Cui Heng say that it had nothing to do with him. She wanted to ask more, but Cui Heng did not look at her. If he didn't say anything, Lao Jiang naturally wouldn't dare to say anything more. It seems that this matter will have to be handled slowly.
Life in the courtyard was slow and pleasant. Cui Heng didn't stay in the courtyard all the time; he always had something to do. He didn't say anything, and Wang Xiaoxia never asked him about it.
When Wang Xiaoxia was bored, she would drag Lao Jiang into the forest to find herbs to make her aphrodisiacs. After all, she had already given all the herbs she brought from Wangyue Pavilion to Cui Heng. Lao Jiang might not know much else, but he knew a lot about herbs. Moreover, he had lived in this barrier for over a hundred years and knew almost everything in the forest. With him around, Wang Xiaoxia wouldn't risk getting lost.
Although Old Jiang looks old, he is actually a few years younger than Wang Xiaoxia in terms of the age of becoming a spirit. He is weak in both magic and physical strength. Apart from being able to defeat ordinary people like Wang Xiaoxia who have no magic power, he can't defeat other spirits. However, since he is a seasoning, his cooking is very delicious. Therefore, for hundreds of years, Cui Heng has kept him at home and never let him leave the barrier.
Old Jiang didn't know what kind of medicine Wang Xiaoxia was concocting, nor did he ask. He only felt that it was already good enough to have someone to accompany him every day. If Wang Xiaoxia wasn't around, he would always be sleeping when he was alone. Perhaps because he was born of plants, he was naturally afraid of all living things in the forest, and plants couldn't communicate with him. So for the past hundred years, if Cui Heng wasn't around, he could only sleep alone in solitude. Wang Xiaoxia would occasionally doze off. For the past hundred years, she had often slept for a while and woken up repeatedly, then continued to busy herself with concocting medicine. So, for her, there was no difference between day and night.
Cui Heng didn't return until very late. He noticed the light on in Wang Xiaoxia's room and quietly approached her window. Her jet-black hair instantly turned silver-white. For some reason, he felt a surge of joy whenever he saw her, as if all the chaotic things in the world were irrelevant to him at that moment.
He's just an ordinary person; he's probably just still under the influence of the drug.
"Why didn't you use the door?" Wang Xiaoxia asked before he could speak.
"How did you know it was me?" Cui Heng asked in surprise. He moved very lightly, and Wang Xiaoxia should not have noticed him since she had no magical power.
"I can smell your scent," Wang Xiaoxia said without turning her head, intently grinding the medicine in her hand.
"You're just a mortal, yet you have such a sensitive nose," Cui Heng said with a smile, quietly walking behind Wang Xiaoxia.
Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, completely obscuring her slender back. She always wore those red straw sandals, and for some reason, even her socks were red, as red as blood.
"That's how I was born," Wang Xiaoxia said without looking up.
In reality, her nose isn't particularly sensitive; she's just very sensitive to certain smells. She can't track things like Cui Heng, but she's unique in her ability to identify scents.
Cui Heng suddenly remembered that the first person he knew with such a keen sense of smell was Chong Li from the great war a hundred years ago. Because his mother's clan was the Bluebird Clan, he had an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell and could easily identify his illusions.
"Were your parents ordinary people?" Cui Heng asked for the first time, after all, this was not a talent that an ordinary person should have.
A mortal should not venture into the ghost realm alone, especially without any magical power.
Wang Xiaoxia paused for a moment, then smiled faintly.
“I don’t remember. I had amnesia once. I don’t remember anything about the past of Wangyue Pavilion,” Wang Xiaoxia said, her gaze cold as she looked at the medicine in her hand. Her movements stopped as she was lost in thought.
This was the first time she had mentioned Wangyue Pavilion. Cui Heng was clearly taken aback. How could a brothel like Wangyue Pavilion, a place teeming with all sorts of scoundrels, tolerate someone like Wang Xiaoxia who knew nothing? Her personality didn't seem like that of an ordinary servant, and her medical skills seemed mediocre. Apart from concocting and administering aphrodisiacs, she didn't seem to have any other abilities. But that did explain why she came to the Ghost Realm.
"Are you from the Forgotten Moon Pavilion?" Cui Heng asked with some surprise. He had never asked about her background before, only assuming she was a mortal with some cultivation.
“I am a dancer at Wangyue Pavilion,” Wang Xiaoxia said frankly.
Her indifferent expression didn't seem like a lie, but Cui Heng couldn't see her as a dancer at all.
"You're still a dancer?" Cui Heng grinned, his face filled with disbelief.
She ran like a bull charging about, hardly resembling a dancer, and he didn't even suspect her amnesia.
"What? You've been to Wangyue Pavilion?" Wang Xiaoxia turned around and asked.
She asked with such confidence and conviction that it was as if a wife were asking her husband if he had ever been to a brothel. For some reason, Cui Heng felt a sudden unease and his face turned red.
"No, I haven't," Cui Heng replied immediately, his sincerity bordering on a solemn oath.
He looked just like a child. Wang Xiaoxia stood up, lifted her foot, and couldn't help but gently pat his head, speaking softly as if coaxing a child:
"Good boy/girl~"
Their eyes met, and Wang Xiaoxia's eyes sparkled like stars. This strange feeling, like an electric shock, made Cui Heng feel tingly and numb. He felt both offended and thoroughly enjoyed this intimacy, and was so happy that he couldn't extricate himself.
"I dance really well!" Wang Xiaoxia said with a grin, tilting her head back.
Cui Heng stared wide-eyed, but still spoke bluntly:
"I wouldn't believe you if you said you were a backup dancer."
"Am I not pretty?" Wang Xiaoxia asked mischievously, tilting her head and staring into Cui Heng's eyes.
Cui Heng was speechless for a moment, and a blush spread across his face.
"Am I not beautiful?" Wang Xiaoxia asked playfully.
Cui Heng couldn't help but turn his face away. He couldn't look her in the eye anymore, and a certain part of his heart began to stir again, just like yesterday.
"Hmph," Cui Heng could only give a perfunctory hum.
In his eyes, Wang Xiaoxia wasn't exactly beautiful, but her eyes were so captivating that they seemed to draw you in and make you unable to escape.
"So cute! Haha!" Wang Xiaoxia said with a grin, growing bolder as she reached out and patted Cui Heng's head again, just like she was petting a dog.
Cui Heng turned around and stared with his cold, beast-like eyes. Wang Xiaoxia was startled and stopped her hand on his head, not daring to move. Even her smile froze.
Cui Heng stared intently into those innocent eyes, his inner turmoil becoming uncontrollable, and his breathing quickened.
He couldn't resist lowering his head and gently kissing those playful lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. His hot breath lingered on Wang Xiaoxia's nose for a long time.
"Has the effects of the medicine worn off yet?" Wang Xiaoxia couldn't help but ask.
"Shut up," Cui Heng commanded in a deep voice.
He kissed her lips more urgently, taking and giving more passionately. He held her tightly, warming her cold body with his own burning heat, as if he wanted to merge her into his body the next second, lingering in the tender embrace woven by desire.
After another night of passionate lovemaking, Wang Xiaoxia, a mere mortal, could never match the stamina of a demon beast. She fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up this time, Cui Heng was still lying beside her.
He still slept soundly through the night. Was it because Bai Ze was an auspicious beast that he was able to be temporarily freed from his nightmares? Wang Xiaoxia wondered, gazing at Cui Heng's profile.
The light from the window shone on Cui Heng's sleeping face, his long eyelashes casting curved shadows on his eyes, his nose, as straight as a small mountain, held up the moonlight, and a few strands of silver hair were slightly messy, covering his fair face. He was really good-looking.
However, since male animals seek mates based on their appearance, it is quite normal for him to be good-looking.
Those eyes seemed to sense that someone was watching him. His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he gently opened them a crack, as if he wasn't fully awake yet. He smiled indulgently and pulled Wang Xiaoxia into his arms, holding her tightly.
You damn monster! You're hugging me too tightly!
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