Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 737 - 647: Underlying Currents

Yang Huofeng walked in with light steps, carrying a large bunch of iron skewers. The roasted meat on them smelled delicious.

This roasted meat was the Tier Two Blazing Flame Tiger meat she had carefully prepared.

With a look of expectation and a treasure-showing smile on her face, Yang Huofeng approached Shen Xuan, who was meditating, and presented the skewers with both hands.

"Master, try it. This is the Blazing Flame Tiger meat I just roasted; the aroma is fantastic."

Shen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the roast meat, and then at Yang Huofeng.

He casually took the smallest skewer, about two pounds in weight.

"It smells pretty good."

After speaking, Shen Xuan started to nibble on it in front of Yang Huofeng.

His manner was calm and his chewing silent.

Actually, Tier Two Demon Beast meat was virtually useless for him.

However, the taste of this roasted meat was good; the heat was just right.

Yang Huofeng watched from the side, instinctively gulping and couldn’t help but ask, "Master, is it delicious? How does it taste?"

Shen Xuan nodded slightly, "It’s quite delectable."

He commented, then waved his hand.

"You can eat the rest yourself."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Huofeng was waiting for these words, and her face instantly lit up with a smile.

She sat cross-legged and picked up the remaining skewers, chomping away gleefully.

Her eating style was bold and unrestrained, stuffing her cheeks full, eating so vigorously that her face was smeared with oil.

The two-pound-plus skewer of roasted meat was devoured swiftly.

Shen Xuan glanced at Yang Huofeng’s fast-paced eating style and waved his hand, "Eat outside."

"Ah? Alright. Master, I will take my leave first."

Yang Huofeng was initially stunned, then she reacted, embarrassedly wiped her mouth, bowed, and exited the inner layer of the Cave Mansion with joy.

After Yang Huofeng’s figure vanished, Shen Xuan’s gaze lowered slightly.

Fell on a trace of oil stain on his Magic Robe, quietly fading away.

"Pure in character, simple in intention."

This meat from Tier Two Demon Beasts was just ordinary food to him.

The Fire Spiritual Power within was insignificant compared to True Golden Core of Primordial Fire.

However, Yang Huofeng had thought of honoring him after roasting it.

This gesture was far more valuable than the meat itself.

"Yang Yunfan, with his low cultivation, life fragile as grass, has taught his daughter well."

Shen Xuan’s thoughts stirred.

"Since I’ve accepted her as a disciple, I’ll invest more effort in ensuring his safety."

Shen Xuan extended his fingertip, condensing a strand of pure Primordial Ice Spiritual Power.

The Spiritual Power swirled and wound around his fingertip, instantly transforming into a small transparent tracking restriction.

He pointed with his finger.

This tracking restriction flew to the outer layer of the Cave Mansion, silently merging into Yang Yunfan’s body while he was watering the flowers.

With the tracking restriction, he could sense Yang Yunfan’s whereabouts within a thousand miles.

He completed everything, then closed his eyes again and continued cultivating.

Meanwhile.

In the outer layer of the Cave Mansion, Yang Huofeng was sitting cross-legged in the hall, enthusiastically devouring the remaining roast tiger meat, getting oil all over her hands, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Suddenly, her movements paused.

Shen Xuan’s voice echoed in her mind, "In one hour, the peak of Red Mist Peak, practice the Talisman Array."

The smile on Yang Huofeng’s face instantly froze.

She looked at the fragrant roasted meat in her hand, thought of her master’s stringent training, and furrowed her little face.

"Alas!"

She sighed heavily, then channeled her grief into appetite, fiercely biting into the remaining roast meat, mumbling indistinctly.

"Must be full to have the energy to endure training!"

...

The following night.

Yueyun Immortal City.

In the back room of a Cultivation sundries shop named "Phoenix Perch Pavilion."

Inside the bedroom, warm fragrance floated, red curtains soft.

The air was filled with a sweet, warm fragrance mixed with the orchid scent unique to women, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

Clothes of men and women lay scattered haphazardly on the floor, clearly having gone through a whirlwind not long ago.

Chen Xingyu was leaning shirtless against the soft bedding, his chest slightly rising and falling, showing a hint of fatigue and satisfaction after indulging.

He was in the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, in his prime.

However, the Female Cultivator Little Fengxian beside him was also in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Moreover, she was at an age akin to a wolf and tiger.

Little Fengxian wore a thin pink gauze garment, her figure curvaceous and graceful, tresses slightly in disarray, the corners of her eyes brimming with spring, lazily lying on his chest.

Appearing to be in her thirties, her skin was fair and sleek, her eyes rippling with a unique mature charm, every frown and smile filled with enticing allure.

In fact, Little Fengxian was not young either.

However, she maintained her youthful appearance, adept in Water Attribute Technique, well-versed in the harmony of Yin and Yang, appearing as fresh as water.

"Chen Lang,"

Little Fengxian extended her slender jade fingers, drawing circles on Chen Xingyu’s sweaty chest, her voice seductive.

"Didn’t you just vow to discuss Dao with me all night, without sleep or rest? After only a few rounds, you’re already hanging up?"

Her words carried a hint of mockery and tease.

Chen Xingyu’s old face reddened as he awkwardly coughed twice, explaining, "Little Fengxian, lately, the Sect’s Talisman orders are pressing, creating those Fire Dragon Talismans consumes too much, my energy has been somewhat lacking..."

His words were half true, half false.

Little Fengxian didn’t pursue the matter.

She was merely a Loose Cultivator, Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.

Running a shop in Yueyun Immortal City, seeming prosperous, yet truly lacking a solid foundation.

Chen Xingyu had given her many benefits.

Selling some Spiritual Objects from Fire Cloud Sect to her cheaply.

Their temporary affair was mutually beneficial.

Little Fengxian changed the topic, asking coyly, "Chen Lang, do you have any good goods this time?"

At her age, Spirit Stones were all that mattered to her.

It’s hard to serve for a night without compensation.