Chapter 901 - The perfect reward for a super-hardworking Feiyan

Chapter 901: 901 - The perfect reward for a super-hardworking Feiyan

Qingyi wrapped Feiyan in a tight embrace from behind, his large hands settling over hers as he followed the gentle, circular motions with which they stirred the cauldron together.

The heat radiating from the flames danced across his wife’s tanned skin, and the dense aroma of spiritual herbs permeated every corner of the pavilion.

Beads of sweat trickled down those huge tanned tits, the plump globes half-spilling from the revealing neckline of her robe and glistening beneath the firelight.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could do. When it came to alchemy, he was simply terrible—and well, alchemy was something far more complicated than beating someone to death.

Alchemy was an art of meticulous detail, where even the slightest variation in the flow of Qi or the tiniest error in refining the ingredients could result in an inferior pill—or worse, a complete failure.

Because of this, Qingyi simply stood there, pressed against Feiyan’s warm body, following her movements without interfering.

His chin rested gently on her bare shoulder as he breathed in the floral scent rising from her silky hair. Her plump bubble butt nestled snugly against his groin, the soft cheeks molding themselves to him as they wobbled with every subtle shift of her hips.

She used her own Qi to control the temperature with precision, also adjusting the exact speed at which each ingredient dissolved in the bubbling spiritual water of the cauldron.

Qingyi’s powerful Qi would have been immensely useful there, but it would also guarantee the pill’s failure.

He simply didn’t know the correct way to mix the ingredients or to modulate his energy to achieve the required perfection.

He even felt a twinge of frustration, since in the end, all he could really do was not get in Feiyan’s way.

Still, he genuinely enjoyed these moments with her, listening to her calm, sultry voice explain every detail of the process while her delicate hands worked.

Of course, the process varied greatly from pill to pill.

Some required a hundred steps in their production, while others could be completed in just four or five.

A few even demanded a specific type of energy, at a particular frequency, to be infused into the spiritual waters of the cauldron at precise intervals.

Still, among the countless unique variations of each recipe, three stages remained universal.

The first was dissolution—transforming the raw materials into a primordial broth, following the exact order and correct intensity.

The second was mixing—the moment when the ingredients were carefully combined and blended into a homogeneous mass.

The third was concentration.

That mass was then compressed under immense pressure, slowly molding itself until it took the form of a single, powerful pill.

It took Feiyan nearly three hours of continuous work before she finally reached the last step.

With a slight wave of her hand, she signaled for Qingyi to step back, then spread her arms wide before the steaming cauldron.

"Almost done, hubby..." Feiyan whispered as her arms snapped back together, her palms meeting with a sharp crack right in front of her chest.

Her huge tanned tits lurched violently forward from the sudden motion, the dense, supple flesh crashing against itself. The heavy globes trembled long after her hands had gone still, the deep cleavage between them quivering with every last aftershock. ℯℯ𝘭.

Her delicate fingers interlaced one by one—a sonic wave radiating out from the impact and causing the jade floor beneath her feet to vibrate in response.

The liquid in the cauldron—a deep, mesmerizing gold—shuddered violently, then began to contract in on itself. It was not evaporation; no steam rose, and no liquid escaped.

Instead, it seemed to be devoured by something solid at its center, compressing endlessly until it was reduced to a tiny fraction of its original volume.

From inside the cauldron, a blinding light burst forth in all directions, accompanied by a powerful roar that shook the pavilion’s walls to their foundations.

"It’s not ready yet..." Feiyan murmured in a trembling voice, beads of sweat trickling slowly down her forehead before vanishing into the deep cleavage between her huge boobs.

She brought her index finger to her lips and blew softly, a Qi of flames of terrifying heat streaming from her parted lips and flowing like a swirling fire tornado toward the cauldron.

Inside, the flames coalesced into a compact orb, and an instant later, with a soft, muffled explosion, golden smoke rose lazily toward the carved ceiling.

"Success!" Feiyan exclaimed with pure joy, turning her beaming face toward Qingyi as she waved her hand.

From within the cauldron, a heavenly-looking pill—its golden hue swirling with streaks of pure white—emerged, floating delicately toward Qingyi’s palm.

"Put it in your space ring right away! The pill’s aura can’t be exposed to the air for too long, and it needs to be consumed within ten seconds at most once it leaves the ring!" Feiyan warned urgently.

Qingyi nodded, stowing the pill immediately with a fluid flick of his wrist.

He was about to thank her when her hands slammed hard against his chest.

Of course, Feiyan’s strength was insignificant compared to his own, but he offered no resistance at all, letting her push him wherever she wanted.

His back hit the cushioned backrest of a sofa leaning against one of the pavilion’s walls, his body sinking deep into the soft, plush padding.

Before he could even react, his legs were already spread apart and his pants yanked down to his ankles.

Between his legs, Feiyan was already on her knees, her eyes gleaming hungrily as she stared at his cock.

Twenty-three centimeters of flesh—long, thick, and imposing—so heavy that even when fully erect, it curved slightly downward under its own weight.

"Hmm... hubby always has the perfect reward for a super-hardworking Feiyan!" she cooed, her eyes sparkling with desire, her tongue already slipping out from between her parted lips.

The warm, moist tip of her tongue pressed flat against the base of his cock, beginning a slow, deliberate ascent toward the tip.

It glided over every protruding vein, tracing every curve of the rigid shaft with care and leaving a glistening trail of saliva along its entire length.

When she finally reached the tip, her hot breath washed over the sensitive skin there.