Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Xia Sheng still didn’t know that after the Old Daoist escaped, he ended up running into Zhou Yichuan.

After leaving the Song Family Grand Hotel, she teleported straight home and went right to sleep.

Early the next morning, Daoist Quede transferred her 400,000 yuan and placed a large order for Talismans.

Drawing that many Talismans required a huge amount of yellow paper and cinnabar, so Xia Sheng asked Shen Yanchen to place a bulk order for her and have everything delivered straight to her home.

After counting the supplies, Xia Sheng said to Shen Yanchen, “How much did all this cost? I’ll transfer the money to you.”

“It wasn’t much. No need.”

Xia Sheng didn’t want to take advantage of him and was about to say more when Lu Ren spoke up from the side. “Little Celestial Master, just take it. In the future, our Ninth Master himself will belong to you, let alone a few supplies like these.”

Xia Sheng froze for a moment, but didn’t refuse again. “True enough.”

Seeing that Xia Sheng didn’t deny the relationship between them, the corners of Shen Yanchen’s lips lifted uncontrollably.

Xia Sheng sat down at the dining table and began drawing Talismans. Shen Yanchen didn’t leave either, and sat beside her to keep her company.

Xia Sheng glanced at him. Seeing no sign that he intended to leave, she asked, “Isn’t today a workday? Aren’t you going to the office?”

Shen Yanchen replied slowly, “Mm. The company’s been pretty quiet lately. I’m free all day today.”

Lu Ren: “?”

On the way over just now, who was it that had postponed this afternoon’s meeting with a business partner and the board meeting too?

But Xia Sheng didn’t suspect anything after hearing Shen Yanchen’s answer and focused on drawing instead.

Drawing Talismans consumed quite a bit of Spiritual Power. Having Shen Yanchen, a walking power bank, nearby was rather convenient.

At first, she drew quickly, but after finishing several dozen, her speed gradually slowed, and her wrist began to ache.

Noticing that she seemed tired, Shen Yanchen took her fair, soft hand and gently massaged it.

“How many Talismans did Master Quede order from you?”

Xia Sheng did a quick calculation. “Around 4,000, I think. It’ll probably take over half a month to finish drawing them.

“In the future, I’ll come find you at night. With you around, drawing Talismans will go faster too.”

Drawing so many Talismans would consume a massive amount of Spiritual Power, and Shen Yanchen could provide her with a constant supply of energy. With him by her side, her speed would increase a lot.

At first, Shen Yanchen felt sorry for the girl and didn’t want her exhausting herself over such a small amount of money. He had even been about to persuade her to cancel the order.

But the moment he heard her say she would come see him every night from now on, he immediately dropped the idea.

This Master Quede had at least done one good thing.

“All right.”

Xia Sheng spent the entire morning and only barely managed to finish 200 Talismans.

Her hand ached badly, so Shen Yanchen carried her to the sofa and let her sit in his lap while he quietly massaged her.

“Why take such a big order? Are you short on money?”

Xia Sheng shook her head. “It’s not just because of the money. There aren’t many people left in the Mystic Sect these days. If I draw more Talismans, I can help save more lives.”

Shen Yanchen smiled. “Seems I was being narrow-minded. I thought you were just short on cash. I didn’t expect you to be someone who carries the world in her heart.”

“Not exactly. Helping them lets me accumulate Merit too, so it’s not like there’s nothing in it for me.”
Nestled in Shen Yanchen’s arms, Xia Sheng breathed in the pleasant woody scent on him and felt relaxed and content. She couldn’t help yawning, like a lazy cat.

Seeing that, Shen Yanchen chuckled and kissed the spot between her brows. “Sleepy? If you are, I’ll carry you back so you can sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy. I just used up a lot of Spiritual Power this morning, so I’m a little hungry.”

Even though she had been sitting beside Shen Yanchen all morning, that rate of absorption still wasn’t very fast. The input hadn’t kept up with the output, leaving a considerable energy deficit. “Help me top up some more.”

As she spoke, Xia Sheng wrapped her arms around Shen Yanchen’s neck, took the initiative to lean in, bit his lips, pried open his mouth, and drew in the endless stream of Baleful Qi from his body.

The sudden softness on his lips made Shen Yanchen stiffen slightly, but he quickly relaxed again. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of Xia Sheng’s head, tangled with her soft tongue, and swiftly took control of the kiss.

A tingling current spread from the tip of her tongue, and Xia Sheng’s body went a little weak.

By the time the kiss ended, she was practically limp in Shen Yanchen’s arms.

Shen Yanchen raised a hand and stroked the little girl’s long, soft black hair, then couldn’t resist kissing her cheek again. “What do you want for lunch? I’ll have someone bring it over.”

Xia Sheng nodded. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the sound of a key turning in the entryway.

She turned to look and saw Fang Rong standing in the doorway with groceries in hand. She froze for a moment. “Mom? Aren’t you at work?”

“I took half the day off today, so I came back to cook for you,” Fang Rong said. Then, seeing her daughter sitting on Shen Yanchen’s lap, she couldn’t help asking, “What are you two doing?”

Last time, hadn’t her daughter said Shen Yanchen was just an elder?

So why were they clinging to each other now?

She might be a little slow on the uptake, but with the blatantly flirtatious atmosphere between them, it was hard not to think in other directions.

The moment Fang Rong appeared, the usually mature and steady older man actually became a little flustered.

Fang Rong wanted to be his older sister, but he wanted to be her son-in-law.

If Fang Rong found out he’d gotten her precious daughter, there was no telling how angry she’d be.

Shen Yanchen subconsciously loosened his hold on Xia Sheng, wanting to push her out of his arms.

But Xia Sheng didn’t budge. Calm-faced, she met her mother’s gaze as if she had no idea there was anything wrong with her current position with Shen Yanchen, nor did she seem embarrassed in the slightest.

“I’m absorbing the Baleful Qi from his body. This kind of physical contact works better.”

“So that’s what it is.” Fang Rong seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but seeing how intimate their posture was, she couldn’t help frowning again.

No, that wasn’t right.

Even if she was absorbing Baleful Qi, weren’t their actions a little too ambiguous?

And her daughter’s lips were red and swollen. One look and it was obvious someone had just been nibbling on them.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Rong asked, “Are you two dating?”

“No.”

“Yeah.”

Shen Yanchen and Xia Sheng gave completely different answers, making Fang Rong frown.

What did Shen Ninth Master mean by this?

Her daughter had already admitted it, but Shen Ninth Master refused to acknowledge it. Could it be he was trying to toy with her daughter’s feelings?

Xia Sheng, who rarely showed much emotional variation, pressed her lips together and looked at Shen Yanchen. In an accusing tone, she asked, “So after you’ve done everything you wanted, now you’re refusing to admit it?”