Chapter 134: Successfully Refining the Crimson Sun Pill

THUMP!

Hearing Yang Xun’s words, Chen Xiafang’s heart sank. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, instantly snapping her out of her entranced state.

She didn’t have time to think. She snatched her right hand back, spun around, and scurried toward her room, her steps as light and fast as a startled cat’s.

At that moment, through the crack in the door, Yang Xun clearly saw Chen Xiafang’s retreating back.

He was a Cultivator, and his night vision far surpassed that of an ordinary person. Though the figure was gone in a flash, he recognized her at a glance.

’It’s Aunt Chen.’

A complicated mix of emotions stirred within Yang Xun. He hadn’t expected Aunt Chen to actually show up.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Mi Ting had arrived early. If Chen Xiafang had come a step sooner, everything would have been ruined.

If he and Aunt Chen had been halfway through when Mi Ting pushed the door open... just thinking about that scene made Yang Xun’s skin crawl.

"Is someone really out there?"

Mi Ting propped herself up slightly and looked toward the door, but she didn’t see anyone. "Who’s out there?" she asked.

"Oh... I must have been seeing things."

Yang Xun gave a perfunctory reply, not wanting to elaborate. ’How awkward would it be if Mi Ting found out her own mother had just been outside the door, peeping at them?’

"You scared me to death..."

Mi Ting patted her chest and shot Yang Xun a glare. "Don’t scare me like that."

"Okay, okay, I won’t."

Yang Xun lowered his head and kissed Mi Ting, putting a definitive end to the topic.

The two continued their battle.

...

Meanwhile, after returning to her room, Chen Xiafang shut the door and leaned against it, panting heavily. Her heart was pounding wildly, and it took a long time for it to calm down.

She lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling, her mind filled with the scene she had just witnessed through the crack in the door.

Yang Xun’s powerful physique, Mi Ting’s expression of pure bliss, the rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding... each image was seared into her mind, impossible to erase.

She was so incredibly envious of her own daughter.

SIGH!

Chen Xiafang heaved a heavy sigh, her eyes filled with regret.

She had been thinking about starting something with Yang Xun. That scene on the bed at noon... she still savored the memory. But now that she knew about her daughter’s relationship with him, she couldn’t get involved.

’Fighting her own daughter for a man... it’s just too ridiculous.’

But her body was in desperate need.

After being a widow for so many years, and after being teased and aroused by Yang Xun all day, a burning heat was spreading through her like a wildfire, completely impossible to suppress.

Chen Xiafang bit her lip. Her hand slowly slipped under the covers as she resorted to taking matters into her own hands.

"Xiaoxun, faster! Come on, fuck Auntie to death!!"

...

「The next morning, before dawn.」

In a sleepy haze, Yang Xun felt movement beside him. He opened his eyes to see Mi Ting sitting on the edge of the bed, getting dressed with quiet, careful movements.

"You’re up so early. Sleep a little longer."

Yang Xun yawned, his voice hoarse.

"I can’t."

Mi Ting shook her head and said in a hushed voice, "I should go back to my room to sleep. Otherwise, my mom will find out."

’Actually, Aunt Chen has already found out.’

But Yang Xun didn’t reveal the truth. Instead, still half-asleep, he just waved at Mi Ting. "Alright, you go on then. Be careful on your way."

"I’m just going to the next room. What do you mean, ’be careful on your way’?"

Mi Ting gave him an exasperated look, then leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead before leaving as quietly as she’d come.

Yang Xun rolled over and fell back into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, sunlight was streaming through the curtains, filling the room.

Yang Xun grabbed his phone and saw that it was already past ten in the morning.

He climbed out of bed, quickly washed up, and walked into the courtyard to find the house empty and very quiet.

Yang Xun pulled out his phone and dialed Mi Ting’s number.

"Sister Mi Ting, where are you guys?"

"I took Cai Cai out for a treat. The little rascal said she wanted barbecue, so I brought her."

Mi Ting’s voice sounded cheerful.

Yang Xun glanced around and asked, "What about Aunt Chen?"

Mi Ting said, "She probably went out to buy groceries. She said she was going to make you chicken soup for lunch."

"Awesome!"

Yang Xun was thrilled. He had drunk Aunt Chen’s chicken soup as a child, and it was absolutely delicious—savory, rich, with an unforgettable aftertaste. He hadn’t had it in a very, very long time.

’I’m in for a real treat this afternoon!’

After hanging up, Yang Xun went back inside and began to sort the medicinal herbs he had gotten from Xinglin Hall the day before.

He needed to concoct the Crimson Sun Pills for Murong Wei as soon as possible. That was the only way to get the Thousand-Year-Old Ice Cocoon and create the Celestial Spirit Pill for his sister.

Yang Xun laid out the twenty-eight medicinal herbs one by one in the proper order for the refinement process. Then, he sat down cross-legged, circulated his True Qi, and began the Alchemy.

For him, having already broken through to the Third Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, concocting the Crimson Sun Pill wasn’t too difficult.

His True Qi controlled the heat with perfect precision, and the timing for adding each herb was just right.

Half an hour later, three pills emanating a faint red glow appeared in Yang Xun’s palm.

The Crimson Sun Pills were a success!

To be on the safe side, he had made three pills in one go, all of them of exceptional quality.

Yang Xun carefully placed the pills into a porcelain vial, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

’With these three Crimson Sun Pills, Murong Wei’s strange illness can be completely cured. Then, the Thousand-Year-Old Ice Cocoon will be mine.’

CREAK.

Just as he finished the alchemy, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and Chen Xiafang walked in carrying a large bag of groceries.

She was wearing a floral-print dress today, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail. She looked much more energetic, and her complexion was rosier than yesterday, a clear sign that the previous day’s acupuncture had worked wonders.

Seeing Yang Xun, Chen Xiafang smiled and said, "Xiaoxun, you must be hungry, right? Auntie is making you some chicken soup."

"Yes! I haven’t had your chicken soup in forever, Auntie."

Yang Xun rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation.

Their conversation was perfectly normal, completely free of any awkwardness from the previous night.

It was as if the intimate touches and the ridiculous scene from the day before had all just been a dream.

Chen Xiafang carried the groceries into the kitchen and got busy.

Washing the chicken, blanching it, putting it in the pot, adding the seasonings—her movements were as smooth as flowing water, a clear sign of a veteran cook with decades of experience.

Before long, the rich aroma of chicken soup drifted from the kitchen, filling the entire courtyard.

...

「Two hours later.」

Yang Xun sat at the dining table, watching with anticipation as Chen Xiafang came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of chicken soup.

The broth was a translucent golden-yellow, with a light sheen of oil on the surface. A few goji berries and red dates dotted the soup, making one’s mouth water just by looking at it.

"It smells amazing!"

Yang Xun took a deep sniff, a look of bliss on his face.

"Haha, in that case, you’d better have a few more bowls."

Chen Xiafang’s eyes crinkled with her smile. She ladled a full bowl of soup for Yang Xun and passed it to him.

Yang Xun quickly stood up to take it.

But Chen Xiafang had filled the bowl too full. As she was handing it over, the scalding soup sloshed out, and a few drops splashed onto the back of her hand.

HISS!

A searing pain shot through her hand, and Chen Xiafang instinctively let go.

The entire bowl of chicken soup slipped from her grasp and fell directly onto Yang Xun’s crotch!

The scalding liquid instantly soaked through the thin fabric of his shorts. The searing heat was like a red-hot branding iron, scorching Yang Xun’s most vulnerable spot!

"AHHH!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream tore from Yang Xun’s lips. He shot up from his chair as if he’d been electrocuted, hands clamped tightly over his crotch. His face was contorted in extreme agony, and large beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead...