Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 82

The little fox was reluctantly dragged along by Yan Zhao for another round of the breath-holding game underwater.

With Yan Zhao's improved cultivation, her body adapted to the high concentration of spiritual energy in the cave, allowing her to stay submerged for longer periods. To get the little fox to calm down sooner, it feigned defeat and surfaced after a short while.

"So soon?" Yan Zhao darted to the surface like a fish, poked the fox's little head, and said, "Didn't you take it seriously? This is cultivation, not something to be taken lightly. Let's go again!"

With that, she dragged the little fox back into the water.

Usually, her senior sister and the little fox took turns supervising her cultivation. Now, the roles were reversed, and Yan Zhao was seizing the opportunity to "get even."

The little fox: "..."

Fortunately, the game didn't last too long.

As their cultivation continued, the spiritual energy in the cave became increasingly thin. Just as Ren Qingyue was considering that the cultivation session should be coming to an end, the seal at the entrance suddenly glowed with white light, confirming her thoughts.

Immediately, the voice of the Medicine God came from outside the cave: "Good disciple, your bathing and cultivation are over, come out now."

The little fox quickly wriggled free from Yan Zhao's grasp, leaped to the shore, shook its fur, and hurried toward the cave entrance.

Yan Zhao's head popped out of the water, still savoring the moment. With the little fox having run off, she found it boring to play alone and emerged from the water.

Her clothes had dried by themselves as soon as she left the water, and there was no need to take them off to air dry.

Yan Zhao thought to herself: This really is a treasure.

The Medicine God was waiting outside the cave. Upon seeing Yan Zhao emerge, he immediately noticed her new outfit.

With his keen eye, he could tell that the clothes were of high quality.

Despite his disciple's lack of sharpness, sometimes foolish people have their own kind of luck. For instance, the alchemical furnace they had found before had come to her by chance.

The Medicine God observed carefully and noticed that Yan Zhao had made some breakthroughs in her cultivation, which was quite reassuring.

He then gestured for Yan Zhao to come over.

Yan Zhao walked over leisurely and called out, "Master."

The Medicine God stroked his beard and smiled, asking, "Good disciple, are you hungry?"

Yan Zhao blinked. To be honest, she had rarely felt hungry since she began her cultivation.

But since the Medicine God asked, she replied decisively, "Hungry."

"I guessed as much," the Medicine God chuckled, his eyes squinting into slits. "Come, Master will take you to have something delicious."

The Medicine God's sect had a Spiritual Dining Hall, and previously, it had been the disciples or the Medicine God himself who brought the prepared spiritual meals to Yan Zhao. This was her first time dining at the hall.

However, it was not mealtime for the sect's disciples, and the Spiritual Dining Hall was empty. The Medicine God instructed the kitchen to bring out the prepared dishes.

In a short while, the table was filled with a variety of seven or eight dishes, and Yan Zhao's eyes widened in surprise.

The little fox also poked its head out from Yan Zhao's arms, looking at the delicious and fragrant dishes on the table, seemingly thoughtful.