Chapter 85: Aiyi, You’ll Stand By My Side, Won’t You?

“Aiyi, don’t overthink it. I really just want to check my own condition, I don’t mean anything else.”

Zhao Yan looked at the girl’s beautiful eyes, which held a mixture of disbelief and slight shyness, and quickly explained.

He genuinely just wanted to carefully feel the spiritual power boost from his special physique, with no other intentions.

However, hearing Zhao Yan’s explanation, Ming Aiyi clearly didn’t believe him, but what else could she do?

Who made him her sweetheart? Since she liked him this way, she could only let him be.

“You damn brat.”

Suddenly, as if he faintly heard someone speaking, Zhao Yan became alert.

He quickly looked around but found no trace of anyone.

Did I mishear? Zhao Yan mused to himself.

“That was close, I almost got discovered.”

Ming Zhiyuan, who had quickly ducked into a clump of grass, let out a long sigh of relief.

When he saw his daughter’s vermilion lips, which had already moved away, being pressed back again, for some reason, a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

This made Ming Zhiyuan unconsciously let out a low growl, but fortunately, under the full exertion of his Seventh Rank Grandmaster cultivation, he still managed to avoid Zhao Yan’s sight.

“Brother Leng, what’s wrong?”

Just as Ming Zhiyuan had calmed his emotions, the figure that appeared beside him made him gasp.

“Shh, Brother Ming, I just arrived too.”

Leng Fu said softly, giving Ming Zhiyuan a look to signal him to be quiet, and then the two continued to look towards Zhao Yan and the other person.

After Zhao Yan sensed with his spiritual consciousness, he still found no trace of anyone, and the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the exquisite beauty still struggling in his arms and said, “Aiyi, you can stop now, thank you.”

The increase in spiritual power this time was indeed real, even making him feel like he was about to break through to the seventh level of the Spirit Attachment Realm.

Hearing the young man’s words, Ming Aiyi’s body stiffened slightly, and then she also let go of Zhao Yan.

“Aiyi, do you have any special feelings?”

Since his spiritual power could increase, Zhao Yan guessed that Ming Aiyi should also have gained something.

“How am I supposed to say?”

Hearing Zhao Yan ask her to speak of her feelings, the young girl was first stunned, then glared at Zhao Yan with shame and anger.

“Aiyi, I’m talking about your cultivation realm.”

Zhao Yan sighed slightly and said slowly.

His heart was also somewhat astonished; he never expected this young girl would use her tender vermilion lips to wipe him.

Did she not know that doing so might only spread it further?

Upon sensing the spiritual power within her body, the young girl couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Her cultivation realm had actually broken through to the fifth level of the Spirit Attachment Realm without her realizing it.

Ming Aiyi was naturally not a foolish person. After some careful recollection, she turned her gaze to the young man before her.

At first, a hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, which then transformed into a succession of dazzling colors.

“Um, shall we try again?” Ming Aiyi’s beautiful eyes sparkled with a hint of anticipation.

To be able to do what she liked while also improving her spiritual martial cultivation, why not?

“Ahem, Aiyi, let’s leave it for today.”

Although the young girl’s beautiful eyes were full of longing, being in the forest always made him feel a bit strange.

Moreover, he vaguely felt a sense of unease deep in his heart, yet he didn’t know where this unease originated.

“Alright then.”

Ming Aiyi subtly glanced at the spot the young man’s lips had just touched; it seemed the mark was even more apparent than before.

Thinking of the warmth she felt in the young man’s embrace, and the satisfaction from tasting Zhao Yan’s neck aura, Ming Aiyi’s beautiful eyes towards the young man became increasingly filled with affection.

“Aiyi, by the way, do you know Leng Datong?” Zhao Yan suddenly asked.

“Yes, I do. He’s Leng Ruoyao’s uncle. It’s a pity that nine years ago, something happened, and his meridians were completely shattered, and his spiritual energy dispersed.”

Ming Aiyi put away the chaotic thoughts in her heart and slowly replied after recalling for a moment.

“Did the Leng Clan not find anyone to treat him?” Zhao Yan asked curiously.

“Yes, they did. They found a top-tier Sixth Rank alchemist and a High-Grade Spiritual Chef to examine him,” Ming Aiyi replied.

“The alchemist said that a Rank Eight Tai Xuan Qing Yun Muscle Nourishing Pill would be enough for him to fully recover,” she continued.

“What about the High-Grade Spiritual Chef?” Hearing the term Spiritual Chef, Zhao Yan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked eagerly.

“He left behind a medicinal cuisine recipe at the time. Everything else could be gathered in Qingyang Prefecture.”

“The most crucial core ingredient requires a Rank Eight Spirit Plant with strong vitality, and only a High-Grade Spiritual Chef can make this medicinal cuisine.”

As if recalling Leng Ruoyao’s helpless gaze when she learned that there was no way to save Leng Datong, the young girl couldn’t help but sigh.

“Aiyi, can I trust you?”

The young man gazed at Ming Aiyi, his eyes twinkling with gentle light, and asked softly.

Ming Aiyi’s heart involuntarily started beating faster under Zhao Yan’s affectionate gaze.

She nodded firmly, her voice steady, “You can tell me anything, and I will definitely not let you down.”

“Aiyi, regarding that medicinal cuisine, I have a way, but you have to tell Ruoyao that you found the Spiritual Chef, can you do that?”

A hint of earnestness showed in Zhao Yan’s eyes.

“Of course, I can. But are you sure you don’t want to tell Ruoyao?”

Ming Aiyi smiled slightly, but a trace of nervousness flickered in her beautiful eyes.

“If Ruoyao knew, she might offer to marry you.”

Her tone carried a hint of teasing.

Zhao Yan’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly waved his hands, saying, “Aiyi, Ruoyao absolutely cannot know. I have my own reasons. Can you understand me?”

Offer to marry him?

Right now, what Zhao Yan feared most was Leng Ruoyao offering to marry him. If it really came to that, he would probably run away.

“Okay, Zhao Yan, I won’t let Ruoyao know.” Seeing Zhao Yan’s serious expression, Ming Aiyi said softly.

“Aiyi, if you promise to keep this secret, you’re one of us from now on. You won’t betray me, will you?”

Zhao Yan gently stroked the girl’s hair, his voice as soft as a spring breeze.

Feeling the warmth from the young man’s slender fingertips and Zhao Yan’s words “one of us,” Ming Aiyi’s heart was filled with sweetness.

She tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes full of playful reproach and tenderness, and softly said, “No matter what happens, I will stand by your side.”

She gently rested her head on Zhao Yan’s shoulder, savoring the peace and intimacy of the moment.

“Hoo…”

Zhao Yan took a light breath.

Even without using a raffle ticket, he could guess that Ming Aiyi would undoubtedly become a crucial link in Leng Ruoyao’s growth path.

If Ming Aiyi could stand on his side, then it would naturally be for the best.

“Who?”

At this moment, Zhao Yan seemed to sense something unusual and suddenly cast his gaze behind him.

“Impossible…”

In the grass, Ming Zhiyuan and Leng Fu exchanged glances, surprise evident in their eyes.

They looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubt.

“Is he referring to the two of us? How is that possible!”