The next morning.
Dawnlight filtered through the sheer curtains into the bedchamber, where Su Muwan wriggled under the blankets like a silkworm cocoon.
Suddenly, she bolted upright.
The shark-patterned hood of her pajamas hung askew, revealing a rebellious tuft of bedhead.
She blinked groggily for a moment before patting the space beside her.
The lingering warmth confirmed Qin Luo had returned.
Then—
"Qin Luoooo—!!"
Her drawn-out shout met no response.
Puffing her cheeks, she grumbled, "How dare that measly Qin Luo skip waking me up!"
Barefoot on the carpet, she shuffled into shark slippers and scurried out.
As she pushed open the chamber doors, the courtyard’s spiritual mist still swirled.
Rubbing her eyes, Su Muwan stumbled forward until a familiar voice called from the pavilion:
"Awake at last, Young Mistress?"
Qin Luo sat by the stone table, teapot in hand.
Amid the mist, a golden stream poured from the spout, scattering glimmering droplets into the cup.
"Qin Luo!"
Instantly alert, Su Muwan dashed over and threw herself into his arms.
Sniff sniff—sniff sniff—sniff sniff—
Ahhh, that long-missed Qin Luo scent!!
Inhale inhale inhale—!!
"What’re you doing?" she asked.
Qin Luo smiled. "Making morning tea."
"Morning tea?"
Glancing down, she saw the stone table laden not just with snacks but also a cup of tea radiating golden light.
The leaves unfurled like gilded butterfly wings.
"This is…?"
Curious, Su Muwan poked the cup’s rim, her fingertip catching a sparkle. "Why’s the tea gold?"
Qin Luo cleared his throat. "Picked it last night."
He slid the cup toward her. "Try it?"
Su Muwan lifted the cup for a sip—then her eyes lit up. "Sweet!"
She tipped her head back and gulped it down.
Just then—
"Master, no!!"
Xiaobai’s voice exploded in panic.
The silver-haired girl had rushed over to play but froze at the sight.
Those leaves… weren’t they from the Tree of Destiny?!
You can’t just brew those into tea!!
"Overdosing on Destiny Leaves causes qi explosion—!"
Before she finished, Su Muwan had already drained the last drop.
Licking her lips, she thrust the empty cup at Qin Luo. "Another!"
Xiaobai stood rigid, stunned.
Wait—
No side effects?!
That cup alone contained the equivalent of ten leaves—a treasure others would fight over.
And yet…
Xiaobai gaped. As expected of my master!
But how did Qin Luo even get so many leaves? That stingy tree never shares!
Meanwhile, Qin Luo refilled the cup without hesitation.
For others, this would be poison.
For Su Muwan? More like medicine.
Silently activating his celestial vision, he watched.
The inky threads of villainous fate coiled around Su Muwan now dissolved under golden light, transforming into pristine strands of fortune.
Perfect.
Qin Luo nodded in satisfaction. The leaves of the Destiny Tree were essentially capable of steadily purging the antagonist's aura from Su Muwan's body.
It seemed he’d have to make sure the young mistress drank several cups of tea every day from now on.
However.
Qin Luo recalled that Su Muwan wasn’t particularly fond of tea, so he’d probably have to turn it into milk tea before serving it to her.
Additionally.
Qin Luo glanced at the faded Destiny Leaves in the teapot. Though most of their potency had been absorbed by Su Muwan, there was still some residual energy left.
He could collect them and toss them to the cafeteria to brew in large vats. Even heavily diluted, the effects would undoubtedly surpass ordinary cultivation tools.
Hmm, he’d name it ‘Spirit Tea.’
Just then—
“Huh?”
Su Muwan suddenly clutched her chest and set down her teacup.
She rubbed the spot over her heart. “It feels warm…”
This sensation was…
The next second—
Boom!
The Primordial Frost Essence within her body surged out on its own, unfurling behind her like the resplendent tail feathers of a peacock.
A powerful energy current erupted continuously from Su Muwan’s body.
Qin Luo blinked in surprise.
Was this…
A breakthrough?
“Late-stage Sovereign Realm!”
Xiaobai’s voice trembled. “M-Master, don’t you feel any discomfort?”
To absorb so many Destiny Leaves at once and then leap multiple levels straight to the late-stage Sovereign Realm—
Good heavens!!
Master, you’re just as outrageous as you were back in the day!!
“Hmm?”
Su Muwan tilted her head. “I’m just a little hungry.”
With that, she grabbed the box of pastries Qin Luo had left on the table and popped three or four osmanthus cakes into her mouth.
Qin Luo couldn’t help but chuckle and ruffle her hair.
For ordinary cultivators, such a massive dose of Destiny Leaves would be akin to poison. But for Su Muwan, it was the perfect remedy to counteract her antagonist’s aura.
“Qin Luo.”
Su Muwan suddenly leaned in, peering curiously into his eyes. “You’ve been out these past few days just to get this for me?”
“This stuff must be incredibly valuable. Who would willingly trade it to you?”
“You didn’t… sneak out in the middle of the night to steal it, did you?”
Qin Luo maintained a straight face and smiled. “Young Mistress, what are you thinking? I picked them openly.”
“I just asked for a little extra, and they handed me a whole handful.”
Xiaobai rolled her eyes so hard they nearly fell out of her head.
If the Destiny Tree could talk, it would’ve cursed him out eight hundred times by now.
Su Muwan nodded, relieved that Qin Luo hadn’t ventured into any dangerous places for her sake.
Suddenly—
“Ah, right!”
Su Muwan slammed her palm on the stone table and shot to her feet, startling Qin Luo.
He frowned. “Young Mistress, what’s wrong?”
“No! It’s just—!”
Su Muwan seemed to recall something, puffing her cheeks indignantly as she gestured wildly. “Last night, I dreamed I turned into some big villain and got chased down by a bunch of cultivators!”
“Those cultivators kept yelling ‘poisoner!’ at me in the dream, accusing me of poisoning their wine and wiping out their sacred realm!”
“So infuriating!”
“Someone must be spreading rumors about me again!!”
“Qin Luo, who do you think it is? Can you divine it? Find them, and I’ll make sure they’re ground to dust!”
Qin Luo’s hand twitched, and his eye twitched along with it.
“You’ve probably been reading too many novels lately, Young Mistress.”
He feigned calm and swiftly changed the subject. “How about another cup of tea to settle your nerves?”
“Yes!”
Watching Su Muwan happily sip her tea, Qin Luo sighed in relief.
An easily soothed young mistress—utterly adorable, no matter what!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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