Chapter 106: Didn’t Sleep Well Last Night? Senior Sister’s “Love” Revitalizing Soup!

Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the glazed tiles of Nuanxiang Pavilion and refracting a brilliant halo.

Gu Lan felt that the left half of his body had lost all sensation.

Especially his left arm, which felt as if it had been crushed by a massive mountain all night; it was sore, numb, swollen, and unable to move.

He turned his head slightly and saw an exquisitely beautiful sleeping face right before his eyes.

Jiang Wanqing was curled up in his arms like a little kitten, her head resting on his arm, and her hands tightly clutching his lapels.

The cold and aloof aura she usually exuded was completely gone at this moment, leaving only an undefended tranquility and gentleness.

Even…

With sharp eyes, Gu Lan discovered that at the corner of this ethereal Senior Sister's mouth hung a trace of crystalline liquid that looked suspiciously like drool.

"Tsk, this is just too cute."

Gu Lan couldn't help reaching out, wanting to wipe it away for her.

Just at the moment his fingertips were about to touch her, Jiang Wanqing's long eyelashes fluttered twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The daze in that instant was like that of a newborn baby.

But the next second, when she clearly saw Gu Lan's magnified handsome face and their ambiguous posture at the moment, the daze in her eyes instantly turned into panic.

"Ah!"

Jiang Wanqing sprang up as if struck by lightning, almost rolling off the roof.

She flurriedly tidied her somewhat disheveled skirt and hair, her cheeks as red as a ripe apple, and even her earlobes were almost dripping with blood.

"Morn… Morning, Senior Sister."

Gu Lan shook his sore and numb arm, looking at her with a mischievous smile, "Did you sleep well last night? My arm feels like it's about to break."

"Who… Who told you not to push me away!"

Jiang Wanqing glared at him with embarrassment and annoyance, but there was not the slightest lethality in her gaze; instead, it exuded a guilty conscience.

She clearly remembered that she only wanted to look at the stars last night, how did it happen that as she watched, she…

"How could I bear to do that."

Gu Lan leaned closer, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear, "Senior Sister looked so well-behaved while sleeping, I wish I could let you use my arm as a pillow for a lifetime."

"Smooth-talking!"

Jiang Wanqing felt a sweetness in her heart, but on the surface, she still forcefully maintained the dignity of a Senior Sister.

She stood up. By now, it was fully bright, and she could just see Hongxiu pushing open the window in the courtyard of Nuanxiang Pavilion below, looking up with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"I… I'm heading back first!"

Like a young wife caught in the act, Jiang Wanqing dropped those words, summoned her hanshuang sword, turned into a streak of light, and fled in a rather flustered manner, instantly disappearing in the direction of Qinghui Peak.

"Running really fast."

Gu Lan watched her receding back, smacking his lips as if still savoring the moment.

…

Coming down from the roof, as soon as Gu Lan entered the room, he met three pairs of meaningful eyes.

"Yo, you finally decided to come down?"

Hongxiu leaned against the door frame, twirling a jade hairpin in her hand, her gaze scanning back and forth over Gu Lan as if trying to see something through his clothes.

"How was it? Was the wind strong on the roof? Was our Senior Sister… soft?"

"Senior Sister, your way of thinking is very problematic."

Gu Lan solemnly straightened his collar, "We really were just looking at the stars, talking about life, and discussing the Great Dao of Cultivate last night."

"As if I'd believe you!"

Lüluo jumped out from the side, leaned close to Gu Lan with a gossipy expression, and sniffed him.

"Senior Brother's body is covered in Senior Sister's cold plum blossom fragrance! Hmph, he's completely marinated in it!"

Although Lanyu didn't speak, she silently poured a cup of strong tea for Gu Lan, pushed it in front of him, and said indifferently:

"Clear your mind."

"Senior Sister Lanyu is still the most considerate."

Gu Lan took the tea and downed it in one gulp, preparing to explain things properly to these three "vinegar jars."

Suddenly, the Restriction outside the courtyard moved again.

A familiar white figure returned after just leaving.

It was Jiang Wanqing!

Only this time, she was actually carrying an exquisite food box in her hand.

"Senior Sister?"

Everyone was stunned.

Has the sun risen from the west today?

Jiang Wanqing, who did nothing besides Cultivate and kill on ordinary days, would actually carry a food box?

Jiang Wanqing walked into the courtyard, trying her best to make herself look natural.

But her slightly trembling fingers still betrayed the tension in her heart.

She ignored the astonished gazes of Hongxiu and the others.

Walking straight up to Gu Lan, she heavily placed the food box on the stone table.

"Just now… I left in a hurry and forgot to give you this."

"What is this?" Gu Lan curiously opened the food box.

An… indescribable scent instantly drifted out.

It was neither quite burnt nor quite bitter, and it was mixed with a rich medicinal scent.

Inside the exquisite porcelain bowl was a bowl of pitch-black, viscous liquid, with a few unknown herbal roots floating on top.

"Is this… poison?"

Lüluo pinched her nose and took a step back, her face full of terror.

"What poison! This is a revitalizing soup!"

Jiang Wanqing's face flushed, and she hurriedly defended herself, "This is… this is a recipe I specially begged an Elder for at the alchemy room, using thousand-year blood ginseng, tiger bone, deer antler… I simmered it for several hours!"

She looked at Gu Lan, her gaze dodging slightly, and her voice quieted down.

"Didn't you say yesterday… that your heart felt empty, and also said that you were… at the end of your rope?"

"Drink this to nourish yourself."

Pfft—!

Hongxiu truly couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"Oh my goodness, Senior Sister is feeling sorry that her sweetheart's body is 'weak.'"

"Thousand-year blood ginseng paired with tiger bone? This isn't nourishing the body; this is going to make someone bleed from the nose from too much heat!"

Gu Lan was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

The excuse he made yesterday was just to evade Hongxiu's "interrogation," never expecting that this silly Senior Sister would actually take it seriously.

And…

Looking at this medicinal soup comparable to "dark cuisine," Gu Lan's throat tightened slightly.

"Senior Sister, actually my body is quite good, there's no need…"

"Are you going to drink it or not?"

Jiang Wanqing's willow eyebrows stood on end, her hand already resting on the hilt of the hanshuang sword, her eyes filled with "if you don't drink it, you don't love me."

"Drink! I must drink it!"

Gu Lan's desire to survive instantly burst through the roof.

He picked up the bowl, took a deep breath in front of that suffocating scent, then gritted his teeth and tilted his head back.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Downing it all in one go!

"Hiccup—"

Gu Lan put down the bowl and let out a burp laden with a rich medicinal scent.

The next second.

A violent surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen, heading straight for his crown!

This medicinal power… was fucking fierce!

Gu Lan only felt his whole body burning hot, his face and neck flushed red, and he even felt two streams of warm liquid flowing down his nostrils.

"Ah! Senior Brother is bleeding from the nose!" Lüluo exclaimed in shock.

"Quick! Circulate your Qi to neutralize it!" Lanyu hurriedly supported him.

Jiang Wanqing hadn't expected the medicinal strength to be this great either, and immediately panicked, pulling out a handkerchief to help him wipe away the nosebleed while wearing a face full of self-blame.

"Did I… did I put in too much?"

"I… I'm fine…"

Gu Lan felt like a lit powder keg right now.

Looking at the four peerless Senior Sisters revolving around him, the light in his eyes was almost turning green.

How could this be a revitalizing soup?

This was clearly a death warrant!

"Senior Sister… next time such good things happen, can we… drink it at night?"

Gu Lan leaned weakly in Jiang Wanqing's arms, still not forgetting to banter.

"Shut up already!"

Jiang Wanqing was so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

At this chaotic yet "warm" moment.

Hum—

A fiery red transmission talisman suddenly pierced through the air, hovering in front of Gu Lan.

That was Master Su Yunjin's transmission talisman.

"You rebellious disciple, you haven't died in a bed of tenderness yet, have you?"

"Come to Yunjin Palace immediately, there are important matters!"

Hearing Master's voice, Gu Lan gave a start all over, and the heat inside his body was frightened back by a few points.

"Uh… Master is summoning me, it must be a big matter!"

Gu Lan, as if grabbing a straw to save his life, hurriedly broke free from the bed of tenderness.

"Senior Sister, the medicinal efficacy of this soup is too strong, I need to go to Master's place… and incidentally neutralize the medicinal power!"

Finished speaking, with two traces of bloody noseprints on his face, he greased the soles of his feet and fled on his sword.

Watching his wretched figure, the four women in the courtyard looked at each other and couldn't help laughing in unison.

Even Jiang Wanqing, looking at the empty bowl, curved the corners of her mouth into a gentle arc.

Although the process was a bit tortuous.

But he… drank it all up completely.