The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 33: The change of heart, the blessing of wealth.

Meanwhile,

The door closed behind Zhao Fan.

The echo of his footsteps receded like divine thunder fading beyond distant peaks, yet the room still felt heavy, not with presence, but with the weight of the decision.

She breathed a sigh of relief while she looked at her chest mound, proud as the mountain, vast as the sky.

She still remained kneeling, her spine straight despite the cold sweat on her lower back... The floor beneath her knees had numbed her flesh, but not her heart.

She slowly raised her head, the incense smoke curling before her eyes like half-formed regrets.

"Both you and your daughter shall serve me as my maids... hmph, I alone am not enough? But my daughter can soar to new heights if she can capture the heart of Young Master Zhao," She was pleased after all, if he could simply give away so many pills and even the grade-8 alchemist golems, how bright would be her and her daughter’s future under Zhao Fan’s embrace.

Fortune and wealth only bless the bold ones, it’s an age old saying, she has to hug the thigh of the Young Master anyhow, even if both mother and daughter have to warm the bed together.

She can’t help but blush deep red at such vulgar thought...

Ah!! What’s with me... I wasn’t this shy even when I first married my useless husband.

Could it be that... I have been affected by the path of life, eee, my sacred yin garden is very wet... I wasn’t this wet even when my husband tried many things.

Ahh, how shameless woman am I.

But nobody knows about it, so it won’t hurt to be shameless...

She once again released her spiritual sense and checked the spatial pouch, to find everything fine.

That was what frightened her, and strangely... what steadied her.

The Grade-8 alchemist is already a senior-level figure in the alchemist association, and there are 10 of them at her command now.

...

Mu Shiyue, Matriarch of Misty Peak. Once hailed as a prodigy of the Icefall Domain, a descendant of the Cloud Orchid bloodline, and bearer of the Moonfreezing Veil Physique.

The same physique that had allowed her to reach the Nascent Soul realm before the age of two hundred, and at the current age of two hundred twenty-one, she is already a fifth-stage Holy Saint realm powerhouse.

And, She has to bow and kowtow in front of the grade 8 alchemist, the title of the grade 8 alchemist is like an emperor-level powerhouse figure, gaining respect both east and west.

Yet, far, far, far, inferior to Young Master Zhao.

She can’t help but praise her ability to distinguish between Heaven and earth and bet everything on Young Master Zhao Fan.

Also,

Power, Beauty, Discipline, She had them all, so, she believed she can definitely be promoted to a lowly concubine.

Yet just as warmth lingered on her red cheeks and she dared to dream of silk sheets and divine embraces, a bitter memory stole across her thoughts, like frost creeping back into spring.

Mu Shiyue’s hands, still trembling from divine awe, now curled into fists against the cold floor.

That boy... Yang Kai, he is like a heart demon.

A single name, like grit in sacred wine. A grain of sand in her Dao heart.

"Such an ignorant fool..." she whispered, not from hatred alone, but from helpless rage.

It all began three week ago, beneath the pale light of the Waning Lotus Moon, when her sole daughter, her blood, her hope, Mu Yuling, fell into stillness during her cultivation beneath the Azure Soul Pagoda.

The pagoda is an ancient relic left by an immortal wanderer of the Eastern Starlands, it possesses a treasured land of spiritual refinement, but also of karmic reflection. It required not just talent but absolute harmony between body and soul.

Mu Yuling, blessed with both grace and will, bore the Frozen Moon Orchid Veins, a rare variant of the Ice-Spirit root. But when her body touched the seventh floor, her veins violently clashed with the latent Yin of the Pagoda’s core.

The pagoda had nine floors, with the tenth floor bringing best efficiency for cultivation.

And so, her soul stilled, like a frozen ice.

Her meridians froze mid-circulation. Her breath slowed to that of a single lotus petal falling across the ages.

The elders called it ’Soul Petal Decay’, a sickness known only to female cultivators with extreme ice attributes...

A cruel fate, making one partially dead.

It only has few pure cures, among them one is a rare jade Soul Restoration Oil, requiring a Grade Seven Alchemist, a seven-day lunar distillation, and over thirty thousand spirit ingredients, some of which only bloomed once every century.

The cost is simply astronomical.

Even worse... the only cultivator in the entire Alchemist Association of the Eastern Domain who can create the oil was the Young Master of the association himself, a talented grade-7 alchemist at the young age of one hundred. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Lu Yan, also, the heir to the Pavilion of Celestial Cauldrons.

He is arrogant, pampered, proud of his alchemical Dao but hungering for beauty more than pill fire.

Mu Shiyue had gone herself to request the oil. She wore her formal Matriarch robes, bowed once, twice... knelt for two full days and nights without food or rest before the gates of the Pavilion.

All to trade pride for her daughter’s breath.

But was rejected, she was devastated to learn that their Misty peak has been blacklisted because Yang Kai had stolen a lot of pills from Alchemy association and even caused a dao injury to the young master Lu Yan and even flirted with Young Master’s soon to be Dao companion.

She hated both the alchemy association and Yang Kai, but she can’t deny it’s all because of this Yang Kai.

Her daughter could really lose her soul permanently.

She took a deep breath and the space behind her blurred, the next moment, she was at the azure soul pagoda in her Misty veil peak.

All the ingredients are already here, hope the grade-8 alchemist golem can craft the pill.

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