Villain: At the beginning, my beautiful master molested me!

Yuling Peak, Qianxinglan Mansion

Qian Xinglan was in the kitchen, holding the jar she had just bought, and taking out the medicinal herbs that Chen Yu had prepared yesterday.

She looked at the prescription and followed the steps to boil the medicine.

Qian Xinglan is in poor health on weekdays, and these bottles and jars filled with Chinese medicine are her daily routine.

She has become accustomed to this and usually cooks it alone.

But today, she even got the order of putting the medicines wrong, and she was always staring at the wall with lifeless eyes.

"Impossible..." Qian Xinglan murmured.

Her eyes were fixed on the gray wall, as if some tragedy was happening before her eyes.

"Lin Feng, it's you."

Qian Xinglan returned to normal after saying the last sentence, but the can of medicine was obviously no longer drinkable.

Hearing the strange noise, Chen Yu poked his head out of the kitchen door. He sniffed and smelled a burnt smell in the air.

He asked, "What's wrong, Xinglan? Did the medicine get burnt?"

Qian Xinglan was stunned for a moment before she turned around. She quickly put out the fire, covered her nose and said, "I was careless."

"Maybe I was too tired last night."

Chen Yu looked at Qian Xinglan with some suspicion. This prescription indeed required someone with superb medical skills to write, but it was much simpler to decoct.

It can be said that this recipe will not make many people who have never cooked Chinese medicine confused...

"This medicine can't be drunk." Qian Xinglan looked at the burnt bottom of the pot and covered her nose again.

Chen Yu entered the kitchen. He slowly hugged her from behind and rubbed her cheek affectionately.

"Go and get some rest. I'll help you."

Qian Xinglan nodded and kissed Chen Yu's cheek absentmindedly.

"It must be because I didn't get enough rest last night, how could I have seen such a thing." Qian Xinglan spoke in a low voice, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Chen Yu asked softly, "What did you say? Xinglan, I can't hear you clearly."

"Nothing... nothing." Qian Xinglan shook her head, she relaxed and leaned into Chen Yu's arms.

Chen Yu put his arms around her waist, turned his face and kissed her hair, "Go to sleep, you need to rest."

"Yeah." Qian Xinglan responded. She wanted to go to rest immediately, but ended up staying with Chen Yu for quite a while before leaving.

Chen Yu began to boil the medicine, but he was a little absent-minded. The woman he saw in the Spiritual Medicine Hall in the morning, Xiaoyu, appeared in his mind.

After his rough investigation, he found that Xiaoyu was only an outer disciple in the Qi Refining Stage and could not have such a fast speed.

What's more, Xiaoyu had already left Xuanjian Sect last night to go home to visit her parents.

"Why did she return to Xuanjian Sect? Or was it her who stayed in the Spiritual Medicine Hall?"

When thinking of this, Chen Yu's heart unconsciously recalled the figure of Bai Di Hao in front of the maple forest.

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, but even so, he did not burn the medicine in the jar.

He looked at the medicine jar and complained: "Xing Lan must have been exhausted last night. Even this is messy."

Although he was complaining, the expression on his face was not good, not because of the dream, but because he was worried about Qian Xinglan's health.

So far, even from the memories of the future, Chen Yu has not found a clear way to cure Qian Xinglan.

Chen Yu now feels a little regretful. If he had not transplanted the spiritual roots to Qian Xinglan, she would not have become so weak due to the rejection reaction.

"But she was so eager to become an immortal cultivator." Chen Yu's eyes were full of confusion.

Chen Yu didn’t know whether what he did was right or wrong, but he always felt that Qian Xinglan would be hurt no matter what.

Without spiritual roots, one cannot practice cultivation. There are very few means in the world that can perfectly transplant the spiritual roots of others.

This has always been a difficult problem in the world of immortal cultivation.

Those who rob others of their spiritual roots either die young or are never able to break through the Emperor Realm and can only survive in the lower realm.

"The only way is probably to find back Xing Lan's missing spiritual roots."

At this moment, the medicinal materials were also cooked by Zhen Yu, and the bitter smell filled Chen Yu's nostrils.

Chen Yu lamented in his heart that Qian Xinglan had to take such bitter medicine every day for so many years before he could fall asleep.

Chen Yu took the medicine and placed it on the dining table in the living room before slowly walking to the bedroom.

Qian Xinglan was half-sitting on the bed, thinking about something, and she did not hear Chen Yu's footsteps.

"Drink the medicine, Xinglan."

Chen Yu's voice was not loud, but it frightened Qian Xinglan quite a bit.

She looked at Chen Yu's face hesitantly, with strange emotions surging in her eyes.

Chen Yu hurriedly ran from the door to Qian Xinglan's side, stretched out his hand and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?"

"No." Qian Xinglan's eyes were fixed on Chen Yu's face.

Chen Yu was frightened by the stare, and he asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Qian Xinglan said: "No."

Chen Yu replied: "Then why are you staring at me?"

Qian Xinglan's eyes dodged, but then she replied: "It's because you left me alone for two years."

Now it was Chen Yu's turn not to dare look at her. He stammered and replied: "The past was the past! The present is now!"

Seeing that Qian Xinglan was about to ask more questions, Chen Yu said, "The medicine is getting cold."

"Excuse." Qian Xinglan said unhappily.

Chen Yu looked innocent, and he added: "The medicine will be more bitter when it gets cold."

When Qian Xinglan heard the word "bitter", her fur stood up like a frightened kitten, "I don't want to drink bitter medicine."

A bowl appeared in Chen Yu's hand at some point. He scooped a spoonful of the dark medicinal soup and said.

"No, if you want it to be less bitter you have to drink it now, otherwise it will be even more bitter later."

"But it's my tongue." Qian Xinglan opened her mouth and stretched out the pink tongue that was destroyed by Chen Yu yesterday, "I am a cat's tongue."

Because she stuck out her tongue, her speech was slurred, which was cute.

Chen Yu was not moved by this scene. He just blew on the soup spoon and then put it into Qian Xinglan's mouth.

She swallowed it reluctantly, and opened her mouth reluctantly, over and over again.

Every time she took the medicine, she got angry.

Qian Xinglan closed his eyes tightly, pinched his nose with one hand, and frowned.

"One last bite." Chen Yu pretended to put the spoon in again, but Qian Xinglan refused to open his mouth.

The soup spoon was fighting with her lips, but in the end, because Chen Yu softened her heart, the soup spoon was defeated.

"You, you!" Chen Yu tapped Qian Xinglan's nose.

Qian Xinglan raised the corner of his mouth with a smug expression. Chen Yu had no choice but to put away the porcelain bowl and turned back to the kitchen.

After Chen Yu left, Qian Xinglan's face suddenly fell, and she took out a dark green translucent bottle.

The liquid in the bottle surged as she shook it, turning dark green and then pitch black.

"Lin Feng..."