Chapter 3

Ye Baixiao moved quickly, and in no time, the simple three dishes and one soup filled the air with fragrance.

Xie Fuyi looked at the delicious and fragrant meal in front of him. After taking a bite, his eyes brightened. He didn’t expect the protagonist to be such a master chef!

Ye Baixiao didn’t feel hungry himself. He glanced at the slim figure of Xie Fuyi and felt that he indeed needed some nourishment.

While serving Xie Fuyi dishes, Ye Baixiao also poured a cup of tea and placed it by his side. The tea had cooled down, but with a touch of Ye Baixiao’s hand, it was warmed to the perfect temperature using his spiritual power.

Ming Qing watched Ye Baixiao, who seemed to excel in everything and couldn’t help but feel threatened in his own position. He couldn’t help but stare at the other person—just who was he exactly? How could he be so attentive to please their master on the very first day?

Meanwhile, Xie Fuyi, who had eaten more than usual, exclaimed, “…Delicious! It’s so delightful to be cannon fodder!”

…

After finishing the meal, Xie Fuyi noticed that the clothes Ye Baixiao wore were a bit small for him. He spoke up, “Baixiao, later I’ll take you out of the valley to pick out a few sets of fitting clothes.” …Mainly to exchange for a set of alchemy equipment.

Ming Qing, who was washing dishes on the side, immediately felt uneasy and said, “Master, let me take him. You’re too good-looking, and the two of us don’t have strong spiritual powers. Every time, it attracts ill-intentioned people outside who harbor ulterior motives, and they don’t look right at you!”

Xie Fuyi waved his hand, “You stay at home. I need to go out and buy some alchemy tools.”

Ming Qing couldn’t persuade him, so he could only fetch a straw hat for him. “Then, wear this.”

Ye Baixiao’s eyes dimmed slightly as he took the straw hat and helped Xie Fuyi put it on. “Master, put it on.”

Only when Xie Fuyi’s face was completely covered did he feel satisfied.

Xie Fuyi looked through the white veil at the two, allowing them to make arrangements.

…

On the way out of Gushan, Ye Baixiao led the way with Xie Fuyi’s medicine basket on his back, while Xie Fuyi followed behind him.

The road was shrouded in mist, and there was a formation set up by the Medicine Peak Immortal at the entrance. Ordinary people couldn’t easily enter, but it was not easy to walk through either.

“Master, be careful,” Xie Fuyi slipped, and Ye Baixiao grabbed his wrist instinctively. “The mountain road is inconvenient. Let me support you.”

His expression was natural, and after saying that, he didn’t let go of his hand.

Xie Fuyi secretly glanced at his own wrist that was being held. When did the aloof and reticent protagonist become so considerate?

It wasn’t until the two emerged from the misty valley and walked a distance that they saw the market below the mountain.

Located at the foot of the Yao Immortal Sect’s mountain, there were many practitioners coming and going. The items sold in the market were mostly magical tools and immortal treasures, traded with spiritual stones used for cultivation.

Xie Fuyi first bought two sets of clothes for Ye Baixiao. Ye Baixiao chose the blue ones. He was already tall and had long legs, so any clothes he wore seemed like they were draped on a clothes rack, and his deep black eyes were compelling.

After buying the clothes, Xie Fuyi checked the small bag of spiritual stones left in his sleeve. He didn’t know if he could buy a better medicine cauldron. After all, he needed to use dragon blood for the next step of alchemy, and ordinary cauldrons couldn’t withstand it, cracking upon contact.

As soon as Xie Fuyi entered the Treasure Pavilion, he almost drew the attention of everyone. His white robe exuded an ethereal aura, and the glimpse of his neck exposed a hint of skin as fair as snow, enticing yet veiled, making people want to explore. Most importantly, such a celestial-like figure had extremely low spiritual power, making him seem naturally suitable for admiration and use by others.

Ye Baixiao noticed countless stolen glances directed their way. His expression changed, and his cold, sharp black eyes swept around. Anyone who met his gaze felt a chill in their hearts and instinctively lowered their heads, no longer daring to look. However, after a while, despite thinking that he was just a low-powered demon, they couldn’t help but marvel. Why would such a person dare to act so arrogantly?

They might think so, but they couldn’t help but fear those icy eyes. They didn’t dare to openly stare anymore, only stealing glances.

Xie Fuyi explained as he led Ye Baixiao to various shops, “Your internal injuries haven’t healed yet, so I’ll pick out a top-quality medicine cauldron for you and use it to make medicine to treat your injuries.”

Ye Baixiao glanced at him slightly and his deep eyes flashed with a hint of inexplicable emotion.

In the end, Xie Fuyi chose a top-grade medicine cauldron. As he looked at it, he asked, “Shopkeeper, how much for this cauldron?”

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby figure but steady and light footsteps, fixed his gaze on Xie Fuyi. “Young Immortal has good taste. This cauldron can change its size and shape at will. It’s the same model used by the immortal masters of the Yaoxian Sect and costs four thousand top-grade spiritual stones.”

Xie Fuyi paused for a moment. He guessed it would be expensive, but he didn’t expect it to be this expensive.

He could only regretfully put down the cauldron. The middle-aged man, facing the icy gaze behind Xie Fuyi, had some means of his own. He wasn’t afraid of a snake demon with little spiritual power. His Adam’s apple moved slightly, but he couldn’t hold back. He grasped the wrist of the person in front of him who hadn’t withdrawn his hand yet. “Young Immortal, don’t be in a hurry. If you don’t have four thousand spiritual stones, there are other ways to exchange…”

His eyes were filled with obsession as he looked at Xie Fuyi’s face almost as if he wanted to see through the veil. His fingers lightly touched the back of the hand, finding it as smooth as jade, making him itch with desire.

Xie Fuyi seemed not to notice any inappropriate behavior from the man. “What other ways?” …After acting as the protagonist in pure love novels for so many years, he naturally could see what the man wanted to do.

The outline of the novel only mentioned that he had bought a precious cauldron for refining dragon blood! It didn’t specify how he acquired it. Since he didn’t have any spiritual stones on hand now, would he really

 have to use other methods to get it…

The middle-aged man seemed to realize that the other party didn’t understand his words, and couldn’t help but feel delighted. Such an obviously protected, innocent, and ignorant beauty, with low spiritual power, could be manipulated by others at will, like drawing on a blank piece of white paper…

The man’s eyes became more sinister as he thought, but in the next moment, his wrist was gripped by a large, vice-like hand.

There was a crisp sound as the wrist bone broke, accompanied by the excruciating pain of bone fragmentation that made him scream like a slaughtered pig.

“Are you seeking death?”

The low, cold voice sounded indifferent, but it seemed to contain boundless anger burning within.

The middle-aged man met Ye Baixiao’s icy, fiery eyes, and his heart trembled. Those sharp eyes carried immense pressure, almost suffocating him, making his heart feel like it was being squeezed by a hand, unable to breathe.

Seeing the man sweating profusely and his face turning paler, Xie Fuyi quickly reached out to pull Ye Baixiao away.

“Baixiao, what’s wrong? Speak nicely; don’t act rashly.” …Xie Fuyi was already confused. Why did the protagonist suddenly become so angry? Just because this passerby touched his hand? Isn’t this the treatment the protagonist should receive?

Ye Baixiao turned his head to look at Xie Fuyi, who seemed confused, and somewhat understood Ming Qing’s concerns. This person had been refining medicine and practicing cultivation in the Deep Valley since he was a child. He had a pure mind and didn’t even think that the person in front of him was lusting after him or defiling him in his heart!

Ye Baixiao’s deep red eyes turned cold and impatient—how could such a foolish person become his master?