"What did you say?! Marry and follow your husband? When did you find someone you love? I had no idea. How could you make such a big decision so easily?"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yingluo's eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief.
Her voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, her heart filled with shock at her friend's sudden decision.
Xia Zihan lowered her head slightly, a faint blush rising on her face, but she did not answer Dongfang Yingluo's question. Instead, the tenderness in her eyes deepened, as if she were lost in a dream of a bright future.
......
Meanwhile, inside the Misty Gate...
At the foot of a towering pagoda, a woman stood quietly in an empty room.
A jade-colored furnace of flames floated in front of her, its flames blazing brightly.
Those streaks of spiritual flame precisely drew in and enveloped the neatly arranged medicinal herbs one by one, then plundered their essence.
As the flames continued to burn and fuse, a rich fragrance of cinnabar slowly wafted out, filling the entire room.
At this moment, the woman seemed to come out of her deep contemplation. She gently raised her hand and casually waved her fingers. The pills in the furnace, each with its rich color and radiant spiritual energy, were then arranged in an orderly fashion on the jade plate beside her.
Her gaze swept over the pills indifferently, her eyes showing little emotion, as if such alchemy results were nothing more than ordinary matters to her.
This woman has a gentle and serene face, and the unintentional upturn of her lips seems to be able to dissolve all the troubles and sorrows of the world.
However, the only flaw was that she was wearing a loose-fitting cloth dress, which to some extent concealed her figure and made her look slightly bloated. However, what no one knew was that under that loose fabric was a devilish figure that could make any man in the world fall for her.
Her slender waist and full, shapely breasts, like ripe peaches, exude endless allure and charm with their subtle, unintentional undulations.
Upon closer inspection, one can discern a subtle mature charm beneath the woman's gentle demeanor, like a fine wine that has just been aged, becoming more fragrant and intoxicating with each sip, making it difficult to extricate oneself.
Gazing at the pills in the jade plate, Yi Ting cautiously looked around. After confirming everything was normal, a sly glint flashed in her eyes. She quietly took out two pill bottles, gently picked up a pill, and carefully placed it into one bottle, muttering incantations as she did so:
"This one is Elder Jingwei's."
Then, in the same manner, he picked up three more pills and placed them into another pill bottle:
"These three are for the master."
Finally, after looking around again, Yi Ting picked up the remaining pills in one go, a gentle smile playing on her lips:
"What's left is mine, and what's mine also belongs to my master..."
After doing all this, Yiting guiltily and carefully put away the pills, hiding them deep in her bosom, afraid that others would discover her little "selfish" intention.
Then, she took a deep breath, calmed her slightly flustered state of mind, and once again devoted all her energy to a new round of alchemy.
During a break from alchemy, she gently flipped through the pages with her slender fingers, and a brand-new copy of "The Way of Tea 30" appeared in her palm.
Yi Ting narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully critiquing each word and phrase. Sometimes her brow furrowed slightly, as if pondering the obscure and difficult parts; other times her eyes lit up with delight, discovering new subtleties, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself:
"I didn't know you could do that!"
Just as she was engrossed in the "tea ceremony," she heard footsteps approaching from afar.
Yi Ting's expression immediately tightened, and she hurriedly put away "The Way of Tea 30" and stuffed it deep into her sleeve in one smooth motion.
He then straightened his back, his face solemn, and his gaze fixed firmly on the spirit flame furnace, trying to appear completely immersed in the concentration of alchemy.
A moment later, a woman dressed in a crimson robe walked in.
Upon seeing Yiting, her expression softened, and she said softly:
"Yiting, Master asked me to check on your progress in alchemy. Is there anything you don't understand? If so, please tell your senior sister."
Yi Ting breathed a slight sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face, and quickly replied:
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. My alchemy has been going quite smoothly lately. Following the methods taught by Elder Jingwei, I have become quite proficient in controlling the heat and the fusion of medicinal herbs. However, there are still occasional slight deviations in some minor details."
Upon hearing Yi Ting address Elder Jing Wei, the woman sighed softly:
“Yiting, you are aware of Elder Jingwei’s prestige and expertise in alchemy. She greatly admires you, so why are you so persistent?”
Yi Ting interrupted:
"Senior sister, I've already told you, I already have a master..."
Hearing this, the woman could only say helplessly:
"Alright, alright, you're so stubborn."
Upon hearing this, Yi Ting finally smiled gently again and handed her the refined pill.
The woman took the pill, placed it in her palm, and examined it carefully. She saw that the pill was round and smooth, with spiritual energy flowing faintly on its surface, and a faint fragrance emanated from it, which was refreshing and pleasant.
She looked at the pill and nodded in satisfaction, saying:
"Yiting, you truly live up to your legendary Flame Rhyme Sacred Body; the quality of this pill is beyond compare. However, your master has always had some doubts about your pill-forming rate. I think your master has set too high expectations for you."
Yi Ting lowered her head slightly and replied somewhat guiltily:
"Senior Sister, you flatter me. The art of alchemy is profound and complex, and I still have many shortcomings. Elder Jingwei's high standards are meant to urge me to make continuous progress. I will definitely work harder and live up to Elder Jingwei's expectations."
After speaking, Yiting's gaze shifted slightly, and she seemed somewhat unsure of herself.
"You always know how to say nice things. No wonder your master is so biased towards you."
The woman laughed and cursed.
Then, he said cautiously:
“Yiting, that person hasn’t left yet. He’s been cultivating under the Pill Tower for over a month. Why don’t you go and meet him? After all, he’s the top freshman this year, and he even used a drop of Origin Spirit Liquid to pre-order your first Grade 4 pill. He does seem rather pitiful.”
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Yiting's face showed a hint of disgust and distress:
"When I was waiting for Elder Jingwei at the assessment point, I only saw him lying on the ground covered in wounds. Thinking of my own helplessness in the past, I kindly gave him a bottle of healing pills. Who knew that this person would be so annoying and keep bothering me, and I couldn't get rid of him no matter what I did."
"If only I hadn't meddled in other people's business in the first place. What would I do if my master found out and became displeased?"
Thinking of this, Yiting hesitated for a moment, but still said:
“My heart already belongs to someone else, and there is absolutely no possibility that I will ever have any feelings for anyone else in this life. His persistent pursuit is only a nuisance to me and a waste of his time and energy. I hope he will think twice before acting.”
"Senior sister, you must pass on my message to him, telling him to stop having any more unfounded fantasies and to leave immediately."
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