Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 32: The Miraculous Broth

Second day, early morning.

"Time to get up."

Qin Gengyun struggled to open his eyes, and in front of him appeared the delicate yet indifferent round face of Qiu Zhihe.

"Taoist Friend Qiu, just let me sleep for a bit longer, just a bit longer!"

Qin Gengyun was alchemy all day yesterday, finally producing twenty bags. He didn’t go to bed until 3:45 AM, and now he’d only slept for one two-hour period.

This continuous alchemy was truly too exhausting on his spiritual power and divine sense; at this moment, Qin Gengyun was extremely fatigued, barely able to keep his eyes open.

After all, he had only recently become a First Tier Alchemist, and being able to produce twenty bags of pills in one day was already impressive progress.

But his spiritual power and divine sense were not deep enough to truly sustain him.

Whoosh!

The blanket covering him was suddenly lifted, and his body was dragged directly off the bed.

No way to stay asleep after that.

"Taoist Friend Qiu, you..."

Qin Gengyun was about to speak, but saw that Qiu Zhihe had already walked into the kitchen.

"Come and eat."

Qin Gengyun could only helplessly walk into the kitchen, where a pot of Spirit Porridge and a tray of buns were already set on the table.

"Taoist Friend Qiu, did you go out to buy breakfast so early?"

Though Qiu Zhihe seemed indifferent, it was thanks to her providing Clear Spirit Grass and constantly pushing him that he’d made such rapid progress.

"Thank you, Taoist Friend Qiu."

Qin Gengyun sincerely gave his thanks, but Qiu Zhihe just lowered her head to drink porridge without responding. Qin Gengyun smiled lightly and sat down to eat as well.

The two quietly finished their meal, and under Qiu Zhihe’s stern gaze, Qin Gengyun dared not delay as he sat down before the Pill Furnace to continue his alchemy.

He had produced twenty bags of Clear Wind Powder the previous day, and at this pace, he would precisely produce two hundred bags by the tenth day.

But Qin Gengyun knew he couldn’t calculate like this.

Because just on the first day, he felt his spiritual power and divine sense nearly depleted.

If he wanted to recover completely, he would have to rest for at least a day.

But there wasn’t enough time for that.

No choice, he could only grit his teeth and keep going.

On the second day at dawn, 3 a.m., Qin Gengyun finally produced another twenty bags.

At this point, he was dizzy, his whole body ached—a sign of extreme fatigue, his spiritual energy entirely exhausted.

Qin Gengyun truly couldn’t hold on any longer; he crawled into bed and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He didn’t know how long he slept when a strong fragrance drifted into his nose, causing the nearly depleted spirit field within him to stir with a thread of spiritual energy.

Qin Gengyun opened his eyes and instinctively opened his mouth, "What a fragrant smell."

Beside him, Qiu Zhihe’s voice came: "Get up, eat."

Qin Gengyun got up and walked into the kitchen, only to see a pot of meat soup on the table. The broth was rich, the meat glimmered faintly, and scallions, star anise, fennel, and Sichuan pepper were sprinkled on the surface.

The fragrance he smelled from outside was already incredibly tempting, and getting closer, it seemed to permeate his soul, making him ravenous.

This was definitely not ordinary Spirit Flesh!

Qin Gengyun looked at Qiu Zhihe in surprise, "Taoist Friend Qiu, what kind of meat is this?"

Qiu Zhihe said, "Taoist Friend Chen said to stew meat soup, I needed to buy high-grade Spirit Flesh."

Qin Gengyun was puzzled; what grade of Spirit Flesh could be so fragrant, and merely its aroma could help replenish depleted spiritual power?

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him coldly, "If you don’t eat, I’ll throw it away."

"I’ll eat, I’ll eat!"

Qin Gengyun quickly sat down, served himself a bowl, and cautiously took a sip. Instantly his eyes brightened, and he began to eat in earnest.

This meat soup was truly too delicious, and with each bite of meat, Qin Gengyun could clearly feel his spiritual power and divine sense quickly recovering.

After finishing a bowl, Qin Gengyun noticed that Qiu Zhihe was still sitting quietly. He asked:

"Taoist Friend Qiu, aren’t you eating?"

Qiu Zhihe shook her head and urged coldly, "Hurry up and finish, go make pills."

Qin Gengyun realized that Qiu Zhihe had specially stewed this pot of meat soup to help him recover his spiritual power.

A virtuous wife indeed!

Qin Gengyun felt touched and continued to focus on eating the meat.

Before long, Qin Gengyun finished the entire pot of Spirit Meat Soup, not leaving a drop behind.

Qin Gengyun cupped his hand to Qiu Zhihe, "Taoist Friend Qiu, I’ll go refine pills right away, thank you!"

Qiu Zhihe nodded expressionlessly. Once Qin Gengyun left the kitchen, she glanced at the empty pot and the corners of her lips lifted slightly.

Just then, a heartrending wail came from outside the house:

"Who on earth stole my Spiritual Mastiff! My Gale!!"

Qin Gengyun curiously said, "Isn’t that our neighbor Meng Yu? His Spiritual Mastiff was stolen?"

Meng Yu continued howling outside, "Whoever stole my Gale, I’ll curse your family for generations!"

Qin Gengyun shook his head, ignoring it, and focused on alchemy.

In the following days, Qin Gengyun didn’t step outside, huddled in his house continually refining pills.

Whenever his spiritual power and divine sense were exhausted, Qiu Zhihe would stew the high-grade Spirit Meat Soup for him to eat.

And so it went until the ninth day.

In front of the bronze furnace, Qin Gengyun opened his eyes.

"It’s done!"

He opened the Pill Furnace and packed the glowing grains inside into bags, filling thirty bags in total.

In the first few days, Qin Gengyun could only use four stalks of Clear Spirit Grass at a time, producing twenty bags of Clear Wind Powder.

By the fifth day, Qin Gengyun could use five stalks at a time, creating twenty-five bags of Clear Wind Powder.

By the seventh day, Qin Gengyun was using six stalks and producing thirty bags.

With this, what was supposed to be a ten-day deadline was completed by Qin Gengyun in nine days.

Such speed was something he never dared to imagine before.

At the same time, Qin Gengyun could feel his Alchemy Dao experience increase significantly, and next time, he could try making actual "Spirit Pills," rather than these low-grade "Spirit Powders."

"Taoist Friend Qiu, I’m done!"

Excited, Qin Gengyun walked into the kitchen, only to find another pot of meat soup on the table.

"Eat."

Qiu Zhihe said coolly.

"Alright."

Qin Gengyun smiled, sat down, served himself a bowl, and after tasting a couple of bites, he looked up in surprise:

"Taoist Friend Qiu, why does today’s meat soup taste different than the past few days?"

Qiu Zhihe replied, "I added a few herbs."

Qin Gengyun’s heart filled with a foreboding sense, "What herbs?"

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, "Aphrodisiac."

"..."

Two hours later.

[Couple’s Bond: 15/100. Couple’s Relationship Stage: Needs further adjustment. Bonus: 1]

[Earned Cultivation Points: 3]

...

[Name: Qin Gengyun]

[Lifespan: 35/40]

[Cultivation: Qi Cultivation Third-Layer, 11/500]

[Skills: First Tier Alchemist, 53/200]

[Spirit Root: Fire Series Lower Grade Spirit Root (59/100), Ice Series Lower Grade Spirit Root (66/100)]

[Available Cultivation Points: 24]

Qin Gengyun sighed helplessly, feeling a soreness in his kidneys, as he glanced at Qiu Zhihe lying with her back to him.

"Geng... Gengyun, add some points."