CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 90: QING JUN THE WRIGGLER BEGINS BODY REFINING

Darkness, endless darkness.

Shrill laughter echoed in her ears.

Qing Jun ran desperately, her broken arm sending waves of pain that nearly made her faint.

She was so scared, missing her senior sister so much, and also missing... that very bad and fierce master who awkwardly applied medicine on her and bought her osmanthus cakes.

This feeling of fear reached its peak after that strange sister disappeared.

But just then, a familiar figure appeared before her.

It was Master!

In Qing Jun’s little head, she couldn’t imagine how her master found her.

She had inexplicably disappeared in the Market, only to be captured and brought to the vast Three Thousand Great Mountains.

No matter how she thought, it was impossible for Master to find her.

Yet, her Master suddenly appeared.

Qing Jun thought it was an illusion or a life-before-death moment.

Until, held in Master’s arms, she smelled that familiar, pleasant herbal scent and confirmed it wasn’t an illusion.

Hmm...

Actually, even when Master was holding her to check her injuries.

Qing Jun felt no resistance inside...

But, she couldn’t let Master know that!!

In her hazy memory,

She could still feel Master carefully applying ointment on her injured arm.

The ointment had a peculiar fresh fragrance, cool when applied, very soothing, and it seemed to alleviate the arm’s pain significantly.

She even vaguely heard Granny Li’s exclamation, saying how precious this ointment was, costing several Spirit Stones!

Several Spirit Stones...

Qing Jun remembered, from when Master got drunk before, he said if he sold her, it would probably just fetch one Spirit Stone.

"Awake?"

Chen Ye furrowed his brow, slightly concerned.

The little girl was wrapped in thick blankets, only a palm-sized face peeking out.

Her shiny eyes staring at him, like she was mesmerized.

"Hmm? Did the fever fry this girl’s brain..."

Chen Ye reached out to check her forehead temperature and carefully examined her injured arm.

"Hmm, the fever subsided, and the arm’s wound is healing well."

The Bone Healing Ointment truly worked wonders; Qing Jun’s fractured bones were starting to mend.

However, to fully recover, it would still require some time.

"Hmph! Qing Jun is not a silly kid!"

The little girl suddenly buried her head back into the covers, lively enough not to seem sick.

Oh no oh no!

She stared at Master for so long; he must have noticed!

Thinking this,

Qing Jun carefully peeked her eyes out, wanting to see Master’s reaction...

Unexpectedly,

Master turned to chat with the senior sister, seemingly indifferent to why she was staring at him.

The little girl’s cheeks puffed up instantly, loudly proclaiming: "Hungry!"

With that said, she shrank back under the covers, curling up in the warm nest.

Chen Ye, in a playful tone, patted the bulging quilt: "Eating and sleeping, you’ll become a big, fat dumpling at this rate!"

The little girl squirmed inside the nest: "Master just likes to bully Qing Jun!!"

"An ungrateful little white fur ball!"

Chen Ye turned to Zhiwei, still instructing,

"Go check the kitchen, there should still be some hot meat porridge, bring a bowl over."

Zhiwei responded with a nod and turned around to leave.

Chen Ye then sat back by the bed, speaking gently: "Qing Jun, how are you feeling? Anywhere still uncomfortable?"

The wriggling Qing Jun then quietly curled up in the nest, whispering:

"Master, that bad granny..."

"She’s been captured, she won’t bully Qing Jun ever again."

Chen Ye couldn’t resist patting the nest again.

As expected,

Hit once, the little girl continued to squirm inside:

"Master just likes hitting Qing Jun! When Qing Jun can use magic, I’ll tie Master to the bed and hit Master hard!"

Her tiny body curled up in the covers, wriggling like a big, fat worm.

Chen Ye listened,

This won’t do?

After owing so many people favors, and painstakingly rescuing his disciple, she turned out to be a rebel!

Chen Ye chuckled coldly, waiting until Qing Jun tired of squirming, and then gave another slap.

Indeed, the little girl had gained some weight recently.

No longer just skin and bones, it didn’t hurt to slap.

"Ugh!"

The just-now quiet little girl puffed up angrily and began squirming again.

...

When Zhiwei entered with two bowls of steaming hot demon beast meat porridge,

She saw Chen Ye gleefully patting, each pat making the quilt stir once.

Even though Qing Jun was breathlessly tired, she still stubbornly squirmed in protest.

But the more she squirmed, the more Chen Ye got enthusiastic...

Seeing the scene, even the always composed Zhiwei couldn’t help but twitch her lips.

Chen Ye... acting like a child?

Already over forty.

The black fur ball sighed, handing the porridge to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye took the bowl of porridge, scooping a spoonful, carefully cooling it before offering it to Qing Jun’s lips.

Qing Jun pouted: "I’m not Senior Sister! I don’t need Master to feed me!"

"!"

The nearby elder girl, her lashes twitching at once.

At this moment, she really wanted to emulate Chen Ye, patting the white fur ball into a flat one.

Chen Ye, helpless, could only hand it to Qing Jun.

Qing Jun’s little nose twitched slightly, smelling the fragrant meat porridge, her throat involuntarily swallowed.

Although Master was quite bad.

But Master’s cooking skills were truly excellent!

And getting better and better...

Unfortunately, Master was always cultivating, rarely cooking himself.

The sister also busy with cultivation, so it was usually her who cooked...

Qing Jun held the meat porridge, contentedly leaning against the bed, sipping it little by little.

In the midst, she didn’t forget to glance proudly at her senior sister.