Fang Yang had been watching Qin Xueyan's expression closely. Seeing a faint light in her eyes, he quickly asked:
"Wife, how does it taste?"
Qin Xueyan replied instantly: "Delicious!"
Then she picked up another piece of tofu. The numbness, spiciness, freshness, and fragrance burst in her mouth—it was simply ten times better than the dishes made by the chefs on Biyue Peak!
As the most outstanding disciple of the Qingtang Sword Sect, she had her own residence and servants to wait upon her.
Usually, Qin Xueyan was aloof and cold, leading outsiders to believe she lived on mountain dew rather than mortal food.
Little did they know she was quite fond of eating, only keeping up the demeanor of an immortal fairy in public and hiding her appetite.
*Fairy, you initiated this yourself, so you can't blame me later.*
He had wanted to find an opportunity to test how his golden finger worked, and now that these people had delivered themselves to his doorstep, it was the perfect chance to verify it.
[Brother's Pampered Wife]
Fang Yang asked with concern.
Still, the secrets he already knew were shocking enough.
This kind of operation was somewhat like a pyramid scheme from his past life, where uplines recruited downlines, tricking people one by one.
So the number one fairy of the righteous path turned out to be a foodie; he had finally found her weakness.
I must persuade Qin Xueyan to cooperate with me and act affectionate in front of outsiders.
Zhang Chunjiu, a Huang-grade Disciple and one of Elder Zheng Chengdan's trusted aides, was actually having an illicit affair with Elder Zheng's concubine!
What juicy gossip!
This piece of gossip might just save his life at a critical moment.
Astonishment, mockery, greed. It was the first time Qin Xueyan had ever been gazed at with such rudeness. Inwardly resentful, she memorized the appearances of all these people.
Seeing how this supreme fairy had been tamed by Fang Yang in just a single night, the envy in their hearts quickly turned into jealousy.
Even if you gave the chefs on Biyue Peak the exact same ingredients and seasonings, they could never make a dish that tasted like this.
Qin Xueyan nodded. She knew nothing of culinary arts, and simply found it miraculous.
As Fang Yang's upline, Zhang Chunjiu had been responsible for teaching Fang Yang cultivation all these years.
His remark was quite suggestive, and since it was spoken in front of so many people, Qin Xueyan immediately felt several scorching gazes land on her.
"Brother Fang? Are you awake? Open the door quickly, Lord Zhang has come to check on you in person!"
At that moment, a knock sounded outside.
Normally, Zhang Chunjiu wouldn't even deign to look at a good-for-nothing like Fang Yang, yet today he had suddenly come to visit in person.
Could it not be used repeatedly?
Or was there a cooldown on the ability?
The eyes of both Fang Yang and Qin Xueyan sank simultaneously.
Could the higher-ups be suspicious of Qin Xueyan's identity?
Would they silence me as well to cover their tracks?
[The Elder's Concubine]
This little thief isn't entirely useless after all.
*Little thief, I am keeping a tally of this debt. Once I recover my cultivation, you will be the first person I deal with!*
Though Qin Xueyan's cultivation was sealed, her spiritual perception remained, and she could already sense a familiar aura among the crowd outside.
He discovered that whenever he focused his gaze on someone, his golden finger would activate, making text appear above the target's head to reveal their secrets.
It was just that Fang Yang had mediocre talent, and his cultivation progress had been painfully slow all these years.
That being said, I must act affectionate with this little thief in front of outsiders.
Reluctantly swallowing the last piece of twice-cooked pork, Qin Xueyan couldn't help asking:
"Husband, why is this meat slightly spicy at first bite, yet leaves a hint of sweetness as you chew?"
Abruptly, Fang Yang saw a tag and explanatory text appear above the head of a fellow disciple.
The men following behind Zhang Chunjiu felt a surge of envy when they saw that Fang Yang's wife turned out to be so delicate and tender, with such an alluring figure.
Qin Xueyan let out a sharp gasp, holding the piece of tofu in her mouth as her taste buds were conquered by a flavor she had never experienced before.
Needless to say, it was all for Qin Xueyan.
Fang Yang allowed Qin Xueyan to link her arm through his as he said respectfully:
"Thank you, Elder and Lord Zhang, for your concern. My wife and I were up rather late last night and failed to rise in time to greet you. Please forgive us, Lord."
These words weren't a performance; they came straight from the heart.
[As sworn brothers as close as limbs, wanting to kill him and properly take care of his pampered wife—surely that's only reasonable?]
Fang Yang's heart tightened.
The Demon Sect was indeed cunning and suspicious. Even after everything he had done with her last night, this man still came today to test the waters.
Fang Yang tried focusing his gaze to study Zhang Chunjiu for a moment, but no more text appeared above the man's head.
Text materialized above the head of the man standing next to him, and before Fang Yang even had time to be surprised, labels appeared above Zhang Chunjiu's head as well.
There was an aura outside the door—it was the person who had been eavesdropping outside last night!
[Your wife, I will raise.]
Fang Yang's eyes widened.
Fang Yang said: "I added onions."
After all, some people held more than one secret in their hearts.
Damn it!
Reading the expressions of those around him, Fang Yang felt slightly relieved and smiled:
"My cultivation is poor, so I have nothing to do all day but study cooking. As long as my wife likes it."
It was miles away from the fresh, spicy, vibrant, and alluring mapo tofu before him now.
The dishes made by the Biyue Peak chefs were all very light. Although they contained many spiritual herbs beneficial for cultivation, their flavor was truly mediocre.
He just wondered if the ability could be used repeatedly on the same target.
Qin Xueyan nodded. Since she had already taken the first bite, there was no point in standing on ceremony anymore. Right then and there, she finished off the rest of the mapo tofu and twice-cooked pork in one go.
[As the Elder's most trusted subordinate, and since the Elder has no time to dally with his concubine, I can help plow the fields—surely this counts as sharing the burden for my superiors?]
Several people stood outside. The man in the center was tall and lean, with a horse-like face and two long whiskers on his chin. Seeing Fang Yang and Qin Xueyan looking so affectionate, he froze slightly before speaking with solemn authority:
Fang Yang was startled as a gentle, sweet voice sounded beside his ear:
"Husband, aren't you going to open the door?"
So be it. She had already been trifled with by him last night anyway.
Fang Yang had been thinking of how to persuade Qin Xueyan to act closer to him, when he suddenly felt a pair of slender hands hook around his arm, and a soft pressure brushed against his shoulder.
"Fang Yang, Elder Zheng is worried these righteous-path female cultivators might not be obedient, so he specifically sent me to check on things."
*I knew it. Being assigned such a gorgeous fairy was bound to invite jealousy and hatred.*
Cuddled closely together, the couple walked to the door, and Fang Yang opened it.
A look of shy bashfulness appeared on her face as she buried her head into Fang Yang's chest:
"Husband!"
Fang Yang turned his head to look at Qin Xueyan, and the two exchanged a smile.
Qin Xueyan recovered her composure, a brilliant light flashing in her lovely eyes:
"Husband, why is the food you cook so delicious?"
The "Lord Zhang" addressed outside was named Zhang Chunjiu—back then, it was he who had posed as a wandering immortal to trick the original owner into joining the Tianhuan Sect.
"Wife, what is wrong?"
[As sworn brothers of different fathers and mothers, if my brother dies, I shall raise his wife. What's wrong with that?]
*What the hell, are you guys holding a Prime Minister's council here?*
Huang-grade Disciples of the Tianhuan Sect had mandatory quotas; every year, they had to bring in a certain number of new disciples to strengthen the sect.
A thousand thoughts raced through Fang Yang's mind, but on the surface, he wore a respectful expression as he said to the Qin Xueyan leaning against him:
"Wife, why aren't you paying your respects to Lord Zhang?"
Qin Xueyan bit her teeth in secret, though her surface demeanor was completely obedient as she curtsied gracefully toward Zhang Chunjiu:
"This concubine, Mo Yurou, pays her respects to you, Lord."