“You…”
Fu Ruheng wanted to say something, but the words at the tip of his tongue felt like they might offend that person.
He touched his burning earlobe, his beautiful and delicate face framed by dark pupils, his eyelashes damp with a hint of moisture. He repeatedly suppressed the fluttering in his heart, leaning slightly forward to make it easier for that person to touch his cheek.
An itch rose in his throat, but he held back from coughing.
Only after that unfamiliar sensation disappeared did he finally cough uncontrollably.
Tiny teardrops, held back for too long, clung to his eyelashes. His slender body trembled slightly, appearing extremely delicate and fragile.
Ruan Ruoyin rested her chin on her hand, thinking how fragile her dear Zaizai was.
Just touching his cheek had made him cough incessantly.
If she were to touch Zaizai’s tummy, would he be so embarrassed he’d faint?
Thinking this, Ruan Ruoyin’s hand itched with the urge.
But in the end, her hand didn’t land on Zaizai’s tummy. Instead, it settled on his back.
Gently patting his back to help him catch his breath.
Zaizai was born with a weak constitution; she needed to give him more care and affection.
As for touching his tummy, she could wait until Zaizai’s health improved in the future.
Fu Ruheng coughed painfully, his lungs aching with each spasm.
The soft touch on his back made him feel slightly better.
That person cared deeply for him.
He could sense their concern.
A strange glint flashed in Fu Ruheng’s eyes. He gave himself a mental suggestion, amplifying the itch in his throat, and coughed uncontrollably. His pale, slender fingers gripped the edge of the nearby table tightly, the knuckles turning a faint shade of pink.
The soft touch hovering over his back seemed to grow anxious. Not only did it pat his back, but it also gently held his hand, as if comforting a child.
Fu Ruheng’s ears flushed red. He lowered his head, shamefully wanting that person to pat his head. But the words were too embarrassing to say aloud, so he couldn’t bring himself to voice them. Instead, he subtly brushed against the soft touch near his hand.
It was so gentle and warm.
Ruan Ruoyin watched the bubble above Zaizai’s head with curiosity.
This time, the bubble was a plump, pink heart.
The heart was chubby, as if filled with Zaizai’s deep, heartfelt emotions.
Ruan Ruoyin understood—Zaizai was expressing his affection for her!
Her patting his back and holding his little hand were sweet interactions with Zaizai!
Zaizai loved this little interaction!
Ruan Ruoyin then noticed another almost invisible bubble to Zaizai’s right, seemingly above his head, with a small hand inside.
Did Zaizai want her to pat his head?
Ruan Ruoyin’s eyes lit up like lightbulbs. She gently placed her hand on Fu Ruheng’s head, using the softest motion to pat his little head.
Fu Ruheng widened his peach-blossom eyes in disbelief. Did he/she know what he was thinking?!
Fu Ruheng buried his head in shame, his ears so red they were unbearable to look at. He felt as if he were steaming, waves of heat making him unable to move.
He was utterly embarrassed, yet also filled with joy.
The anxiety and uncertainty in his heart suddenly lessened considerably.
On Ruan Ruoyin’s side, the heart on the Chibi Character had grown several sizes, plump and still expanding. Ruan Ruoyin: “”
She chuckled and said, “Zaizai is so good at hiding his emotions. If it weren’t for this little heart, I wouldn’tt have known how much he loves being patted.”
The Game System adjusted its little tuxedo and replied cooperatively: 【Mhm.】
Ruan Ruoyin interacted a bit more, noticing the alchemy furnace swaying unsteadily. Guessing that the elixir was about to be ready, she pushed Fu Ruheng’s back, signaling him to pay attention to the anomaly in the furnace.
Fu Ruheng had naturally already noticed the sounds from the alchemy furnace.
His lowered hand rested on the spot she had touched, feeling a sense of loss.
Why did the elixir have to finish so quickly? If only it could have taken a little longer, letting him stay with that person a bit more…
Fu Ruheng pursed his lips, the faint joy in his brow replaced by weary irritation. Afraid that the person might think he was unhappy because of her, he quickly controlled his expression and walked expressionlessly toward the alchemy furnace.
He opened the furnace, inside lay five or six round, brown elixirs.
Due to various limitations, he couldn’t obtain higher-grade spiritual herbs for now, so the elixirs he refined weren’t of high quality. They couldn’t protect his meridians, meaning the process of reshaping his spiritual root talent would be excruciatingly painful. However, for Fu Ruheng, as long as he could reshape his spiritual root talent, he could endure any amount of pain.
Meanwhile, Ruan Ruoyin received the effects of the elixir Zaizai had refined.
【Reshapes the spiritual root. During the process, the meridians will shatter and reform inch by inch, causing the consumer unbearable agony.】
Ruan Ruoyin: “…”
Unbearable agony?
Her adorable Zaizai, and you’re telling me he’ll suffer unbearable agony?
Game, have you lost your mind?
No, game designer, have you lost your mind?
Do you hate the character you created that much?
Ruan Ruoyin fiercely patted the blanket. “System, system, come out quick! I want to spend money—give me the most top-tier elixir for reshaping spiritual root talent!”
The Game System complied, 【There are two types of elixirs, both top-tier. Which one does the player wish to purchase?】
Ruan Ruoyin chuckled. “I’ll buy both!”
She didn’t understand elixirs well enough to pick the better one, so it was better to buy both and let Zaizai choose.
Upon receiving Ruan Ruoyin’s confirmation, the Game System automatically deducted two charges of 648 from her Black Card.
【Ding! Congratulations, player, for spending 648 × 2! Zaizai has obtained two top-tier elixirs for reshaping spiritual root talent!】
On Fu Ruheng’s side, he had just prepared to sit cross-legged and take the elixir.
The plate holding the elixirs suddenly grew heavier as two porcelain-white small bottles appeared out of thin air on the plate.
The five or six brown elixirs fearfully shrank to the farthest edge, seemingly terrified of the elixirs inside the two porcelain bottles.
This was…
Given by that person.
Did she send him elixirs because she thought the ones he refined were too inferior?
Fu Ruheng’s heart pounded like a drum. He opened the porcelain bottles and sniffed, his eyes filled with astonishment. Both elixirs were top-tier.
Both were for reshaping spiritual root talent.
To give away two such elixirs at once—such extravagance was something only he could have managed in his previous life as the Demon Lord.
That person must at least be at the level of his peak strength.
No, more than that—he couldn’t sense her presence at all.
Having lived two lifetimes, his spiritual sense was stronger than most. Even so, he still couldn’t detect that person.
Could she be from the Upper Realm?
The Cultivation World hadn’t seen anyone surpassing the Divine Realm in a long time. The ancestors all said that only by surpassing the Divine Realm could one ascend to the vast Upper Realm.
Could that person…
possibly be from the Upper Realm?
Fu Ruheng sighed softly. It was still too early to dwell on these matters. He currently lacked the ability to reach her world. Only when his strength grew would he be qualified to understand that person, to follow her. Even if she left one day, he could rely on his strength to search for her.
Fu Ruheng selected an Elixir suitable for his constitution, cleared his mind of distractions, and earnestly absorbed its medicinal effects.
Previously, he had no attachment to the world. Now, his goal was to follow that person.
Ideally, one day he would be able to hold that person’s hand right before their eyes.