“Stop sniffing around. The impurities that were expelled have all been automatically cleaned up by the Formation I set up. Just go take a quick shower.”
After sending her silly dog of a brother back to his room to bathe, he came out drying his damp hair, but Tangxi Hua and Xu Wanqing still hadn’t finished.
Given their age, the impurities accumulated in their bodies were far greater than those in Tangxi Xuan, who was decades younger, so it was normal that their Marrow Cleansing wasn’t complete yet.
With a wave of Spiritual Power, she dried her silly brother’s hair, and Tang Ximo immediately received a round of fawning massage services from the family-born servant.
Eager to please, Tangxi Xuan stood behind the sofa, massaging her shoulders and back, and asked cheekily, “Sis, when can I learn to do that?”
“It’s simple. Once you achieve Qi Induction and enter the Qi Refining stage.”
Though, if he couldn’t control his Spiritual Power properly, those few tufts of hair on his head would vanish into thin air.
“I think I can start learning Qi Induction now… Sis~~ Teach me, please!”
Disgusted, she pushed away the cooing Tangxi Xuan. “Get off me. You’re in your twenties and still acting like a baby. If your tens of thousands of fans saw you like this, you’d lose all face.”
She thought this would make him rein it in a bit—after all, he was a small-time game streamer who should care about his image.
But instead… he only got more disgustingly clingy!
“Who cares about face? Cultivation is way more important. Sis, just teach me~ Sis~ Please~ Sis, sis”
Gagging and rolling her eyes, Tang Ximo used her Spiritual Power to immobilize him, frowning in disgust as she cast a cleansing spell on herself.
“Get lost!”
After cursing, she directly used a surge of Spiritual Power to pin him to the edge of the sofa armrest, ignoring the stunned look in Tangxi Xuan’s eyes.
Calmly, she sat cross-legged on the sofa to meditate, while Little Golden Dragon nearby watched his misfortune with amusement.
Pinned to the side of the sofa, Tangxi Xuan looked as if he’d been struck by a pressure point, stuck in a forward-leaning position. At least he wasn’t suspended in mid-air—he still had the armrest for support.
Little Golden Dragon crouched on his shoulder, holding a few blueberries. Blueberry juice dripped onto his gray cotton pajamas, leaving conspicuous stains that smelled faintly of blueberries.
“I’ve been with A-Mo for over a thousand years, and I’ve never seen anyone more clingy and disgusting than you. How do you do it?”
Wait, now that she thought about it, there probably were even more disgusting people in her memories, but that didn’t stop her from mocking Tangxi Xuan.
“In a thousand years, the number of people A-Mo has used Spiritual Power to immobilize, aside from enemies, can be counted on one hand. Congratulations, you’ve become one of the few!”
Frustrated and regretful, Tangxi Xuan could only move his eyeballs, casting a pitiful, pleading glance at Little Golden Dragon.
Only after Little Golden Dragon finished the blueberries in her hands did she fly over to Tang Ximo’s side.
Despite her slender, elongated body, Little Golden Dragon was solidly built, and her weight was quite noticeable when she landed on Tang Ximo’s head.
“A-Mo, release his immobilization. He looks pitiful enough as it is.”
With her eyes closed, Tang Ximo was surprised. She hadn’t expected Little Golden Dragon to speak up for her brother.
Hadn’t seen them getting particularly close, had she?
Still, staying frozen in that statue-like position for over an hour was undoubtedly uncomfortable and pitiful.
Surely that was enough to teach her brother a lesson, right?
Thinking this, her heart softened, and with a wave of her hand, she released Tangxi Xuan from his immobilization.
Watching her unlucky younger brother slide to the floor, leaning against the sofa while rubbing his legs and arms, Tang Ximo wore a sly, fox-like smile.
“Still dare to pull this kind of stunt next time?”
Tangxi Xuan weakly clasped his hands in a pleading gesture. “I wouldn’t dare. Thank you, Your Majesty, for sparing this lowly servant’s life.”
He would never use such a disgusting act of coquettishness on his older sister again—yeah, right.
Mutual teasing and bickering were the true norm of their sibling relationship.
For the rest of the time, Tangxi Xuan didn’t dare cause any more trouble. He sat on the carpet with Little Golden Dragon and played a game of Glory.
From the sounds of it, the match was quite intense. Seeing Little Golden Dragon’s face flushed red, they were probably having a blast.
At seven in the morning, Father Tang and Mother Xu almost simultaneously completed their Marrow Cleansing. When they opened their eyes, they saw their beautiful daughter, Tang Ximo, bathed in sunlight.
Having changed into a simple, clean Cultivation World training robe for meditation, her posture was as straight and dignified as a pine tree.
An intangible, invisible aura of Spiritual Qi seemed to surround her, casting a soft golden glow over her body.
In contrast, their troublesome son was sprawled on the carpet, sound asleep while hugging Little Golden Dragon. A string of drool hung from the corner of his mouth, almost dripping onto the dragon’s head.
“Tangxi Xuan, what time is it and you’re still sleeping? Have you made breakfast yet?”
Father Tang’s “Lion’s Roar” technique was as powerful as ever, his booming voice instantly shattering the room’s tranquility.
The meditating Tang Ximo curled the corner of her lips slightly. Her eyes, which had opened at some point, flashed with a hint of amusement as she watched the scene unfold.
She was also curious to see if her unlucky brother’s cooking skills had improved.
After all, the last time she asked him to make boiled sliced pork, he dumped all the chili powder in the house into the pot, ending up with a pot of bright red chili soup.
Tangxi Hua strode over to his son, swiftly and accurately pinching the ear of his “beloved” child.
The intensity of the pinch was evident from Tangxi Xuan’s bright red ear.
“Dad, Dad… let go, it hurts, it hurts…”
Tangxi Xuan’s eyes reddened from the pain, but he couldn’t help whispering in surrender, “I was wrong, I was wrong. I’ll definitely get up early to make breakfast tomorrow!”
Tangxi Hua glared at him and released his grip, roaring, “Forget tomorrow, go make it right now!”
He then slapped his son on the back. “If you keep dawdling, I’ll cut off your internet.”
Grumbling pitifully, Tangxi Xuan rubbed his ear and walked into the kitchen. He took out the semi-finished dumplings Mother Xu had prepared earlier from the refrigerator.
Once the water boiled, he added the dumplings, which resembled small wontons. While waiting, he took out a large bowl and added dried shrimp, seaweed, and other seasonings, then poured in the prepared broth.
Finally, when the dumplings were ready, he sprinkled chopped scallions and cilantro on top. A steaming, fragrant bowl of dumplings was now complete.
Only Tang Ximo and Little Golden Dragon were at the dining table. Tangxi Hua and Xu Wanqing had gone to clean themselves.
Although they weren’t particularly dirty, the sweat after Marrow Cleansing definitely called for a hot shower.
Little Golden Dragon shyly nuzzled against Tang Ximo’s arm, its small claws gently patting her.
The meaning was clear—it wanted to eat something delicious.
Tang Ximo roughly rubbed its dragon horns and turned her gaze to the rectangular tray her brother had brought out.
A faint smile played on her lips. “He prepared a bowl for you too. Go give it a try!”
She had full confidence in her mother’s cooking skills, but… her brother’s seasoning had always been a disaster zone.
She hoped he hadn’t mistaken salt for chili powder this time, turning a perfectly good bowl of dumplings unbearably salty.
Little Golden Dragon happily flew over, hugging the bowl and devouring its contents. Seeing it eat so happily, Tang Ximo felt relieved.
But the next second, she could no longer swallow the wonton in her mouth—she had let her guard down too soon.
The portion Little Golden Dragon ate was perfectly fine, but there was something wrong with her bowl.
With an unchanged expression, she lowered her gaze to the remaining wontons in her bowl. For the first time, she had tasted a cloyingly sweet wonton.
On the surface, it looked like a perfectly ordinary and delicious breakfast, but once it entered her mouth, she suddenly realized—it was practically a sugar bomb.