The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife

Chapter 380: Murong Being Boiled in a Pot (Fifth Update, Seeking Monthly Pass)

"I was wrong!""I really know I was wrong!"

"Master!"

...

However, no matter how hot he was or how much pain he felt, Murong didn’t dare to get out of the big iron pot by himself. He could only stay put, constantly using his voice to "bother" Mu Qiuniang.

And Mu Qiuniang, sitting on the other side of the screen, holding a scripture, slowly reading.

In front of her, Zhan Jingshu was kneeling straight-backed on the other side of the tea table, earnestly copying books. It wasn’t that he was really that focused, but that his ears were plugged with earplugs, truly achieving the state of "hearing nothing outside the window."

"Master, you don’t love me anymore..."

Murong was steamed to the point where his face turned as red as a tomato.

His breath also gradually weakened, and his eyes started to turn white.

Mu Qiuniang lifted her gaze slightly, glanced at him, moved her fingers, and flicked an elixir into his mouth.

Murong immediately felt a sweetness in his mouth; something surged into his internal organs, and the fiery heat immediately subsided. It was as if he’d drunk a glass of ice water in the middle of summer, his whole body feeling comfortable.

"Phew..." Murong let out a big breath, "Master, what did you give me? I feel so comfortable now..."

"Recite the mantra, ’Ice Heart’ of the ’Fire Character Secret.’

"Yes, Master!" Murong didn’t have the energy to be distracted anymore; he silently sat cross-legged in the big iron pot, reciting the ’Ice Heart’ mantra of the ’Fire Character Secret.’ He vaguely felt something circulating in his dantian, and upon looking inward, it turned out to be a small flame in his dantian.

However, now it seemed to have shrunk a bit, but there was a faint blue presence around it.

That thing, could it be water?

Murong continued reciting the mantra while maneuvering this small flame through his four meridians and eight vessels. The previous warm sensation where the flame passed was no longer there; instead, there was a slight chill.

Moreover, he discovered that the faster he maneuvered, the more and thicker the blue became around the small flame. And this blue substance seemed to be able to convert into the small flame, causing its size to swell further.

Murong was delighted.

Great! The small flame that had no movement after half a day’s cultivation, grew chubby with just one intervention from the Master?

Quickly grow, the fatter the better!

Unknowingly, Murong immersed himself in the sense of achievement from cultivation, completely unaware of the external heat. His skin seemed to be freezing, with a hint of blue ice crystal emerging on its surface.

Mu Qiuniang instructed Zhan Jingshu to stop his copying work and add some more wood under the pot for his junior brother. She also added some Fire Mark Elixir into the big iron pot, continuing to simmer.

The originally boiling water unexpectedly emitted some illusory flames, swirling around Murong’s body.

Faintly, one could see traces of wind defending some phantom fires, seeming to bear the shadow of a phoenix.

"You go rest; I’ll keep an eye on things here."

"Master, I can rest here just the same," Zhan Jingshu refused.

Mu Qiuniang didn’t insist either, leaving a trace of spiritual sense to monitor Murong and then sat down, meditating.

Zhan Jingshu imitated her, sitting cross-legged in meditation as well. However, unlike Mu Qiuniang, he couldn’t yet condense something like spiritual sense.

The night grew deeper.

The night wind blew, lifting the green window flowers, bringing the sound of a woman’s screams and laments.

"Ah... no... please, no more..."

"Spare me!"

"I won’t dare do it again!"

...

Outside the room, Tong Raosheng paced anxiously, but he didn’t dare barge in.

Although he knew that the person hadn’t set any array, and he could enter with a push of the door, he knew—as soon as he pushed the door open, the outcome for Xu Ruoxuan would be beyond explanation.

The "Seventh Senior Brother," wearing Qiao Zhichuan’s face, didn’t say a word, just kept lashing, for almost an hour before stopping. His back was spotless, pure venting.

When he finally threw the whip away, Xu Ruoxuan shrank her neck in fear, staring at him in terror.

"Ha! You thought I’d touch you?" he sneered coldly, mockingly saying, "A furnace touched by who knows how many men, touching you is filthy to me!"

Xu Ruoxuan’s tears fell like rain, desperately wanting to shout back: "It wasn’t me who wanted to become like this! Wasn’t it you who made me this way?"

But she didn’t dare; if she dared to shout back, she’d get beaten again.

Anyhow, Seventh Senior Brother just hit her once and wouldn’t do anything else to her, even though he despised her and was too lazy to collect her, it was still better than her hypocritical Second Senior Brother who said he loved her but always used her.

The Seventh Senior Brother left Xu Ruoxuan and walked out of the room, seeing Tong Raosheng waiting outside, unsurprised, letting out a sneer: "Oh, is it necessary? Making it look like I’m some villain breaking up a couple. Get it straight, it’s not that I wanted to sleep with your woman, Master gave her to me. And I don’t even know why you like her, such a dirty woman, slept by so many, you’re still willing to take her. Oh, no, wasn’t it you who slept with her first?"

Tong Raosheng’s face turned livid, saying nothing.

"Tch! Like this, I don’t know why Master liked you back then!" he said disdainfully, then turned and left.

That irritation clogged in Tong Raosheng’s chest, keeping him standing at the door for a while before calming his anger, his expression sinister.

Isn’t it because you completed recent tasks well? What’s there to be proud of?

Just wait, once I complete this task, let’s see how you can still show off!

When he went inside to face Xu Ruoxuan again, he turned back to that warm neighborly boy, looking pained and guilty at her miserable state: "I’m sorry..."

A gentle apology, he caressed her wounds, unable to bear looking directly.

"Second Senior Brother, when will such days ever end?" Xu Ruoxuan cried despairingly.

"Xuanxuan, you mustn’t think like that. You have to live well, understand? Only by living well can you have hope and a future..." Get full chapters from novel-fire.ɴet

"Really? Is there any meaning to this life worse than death? Can I still have hope, have a future?"

"Yes! Definitely!" Tong Raosheng hugged Xu Ruoxuan, speaking with determination.

In fact, he hardly knew if he was comforting her or himself.

In this cruelly built cage, who isn’t a bird with tied feet and wings, no matter how they flap, there’s always a massive iron chain clattering. No matter how high they fly, they can’t escape the chain’s length.