Hangover Relief Soup

“Senior Brother!”

Gan Tang cried out in alarm, so scared she felt her soul was about to fly away.
She hurriedly rushed forward to check the situation.

“Hmm?”

Xuan Ya frowned, the calm in her eyes instantly shattered.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Although this wine contains spiritual essence, its nature is as gentle as a spring, and its spiritual energy is peaceful.
Even a mortal woman might not get drunk after drinking a whole pot.’

‘With my disciple’s Spirit Transformation realm cultivation, how could he collapse after just one cup?’

“Gan Tang, go grind this Sobriety Pill into powder, pour it into water, and give it to your senior brother to drink.”

Xuan Ya beckoned, signaling Gan Tang to come over and take the pill from her hand.

“Oh, oh, okay, Master.”

Gan Tang nodded repeatedly and stepped forward to take the pill in her hand.

While Gan Tang was preparing the sobriety soup, Lu Qiancha, who had fallen to the ground, slowly stood up.
But she still felt dizzy, and her control over the spiritual energy in her body was a bit lacking.

“Hmm?”

Xuan Ya watched Lu Qiancha’s illusory figure, which was like smoke and mist, swaying unsteadily as if it would collapse at any moment.
Her willow-like brows suddenly furrowed.

Her fingertips instantly formed seals as fast as lightning, and she uttered a low mantra: “Infinite Heaven and Earth! Borrowing the Law of the Universe—”

“Reveal!”

With a poof, the spiritual energy Lu Qiancha was supplying to the Myriad Phantoms Mirage Art suddenly collapsed.

And at the moment the fragments of spiritual light scattered and dissipated.

In his place was only a small, deep blue wolf cub, seeing stars and with unsteady footing, swaying like a little spinning top.

“Ngh… the… the house is flying…”

Lu Qiancha tried her best to stand steady, but her two legs went their separate ways.

The figures of her master and Gan Tang in front of her had all turned into several shadows.

The world in her eyes was like a twisted ball of colored mud…

“The sobriety soup is… here… uh?”

Gan Tang rushed over with a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

When she saw the little blue ball of fluff doing drunken boxing in front of her, her expression was astonished.
Her hand suddenly trembled, and the soup in the bowl almost spilled out.

“Gan Tang, give the sobriety soup to this little wolf demon to drink.”

Xuan Ya’s voice was calm and waveless.
She paused, biting her rosy lower lip gently, before continuing, “This master needs to ask her some questions.”

“Oh, oh, yes, Master.”

Gan Tang didn’t dare to hesitate.
She knelt down and carefully brought the bowl to Lu Qiancha’s swaying head.

“Gulp… gulp…”

A few mouthfuls of warm medicinal liquid were forcibly fed down.

A choking, spicy taste shot straight to Lu Qiancha’s crown, squeezing out a few tears.

But the effect was indeed immediate.

“Pfft—cough, cough, cough!!!”

Lu Qiancha’s eyes instantly cleared up for the most part.

“Cough, cough, Gan Tang…”

After a great effort to catch her breath, Lu Qiancha grabbed the cold tea on the table and took a big gulp to wash away the aftertaste in her mouth.

She wiped the tears that had been brought out by the spiciness with her paw and asked irritably, “What did you give me to drink? It’s so choking!”

“Senior brother, cough, cough, senior brother…”

Gan Tang didn’t answer her question.
Instead, after calling her a couple of times in a low voice, she kept winking in Xuan Ya’s direction.

“What are you coughing for? Is your throat uncomfortable? Could it be that you’re sick?”

Lu Qiancha saw that her face was red from coughing.
The little wolf cub rubbed her head in confusion.

She took out a bottle of milk-like potion from her storage pouch and handed it to Gan Tang, “Here, drink this quickly.”

Gan Tang: “…”

She didn’t take it, just looked at Lu Qiancha anxiously.

“So, you are Lu Qiancha?”

Xuan Ya’s gaze was firmly locked on the little wolf cub’s pair of deep blue eyes.
Her voice was faint, enunciating each word.

Lu Qiancha: “?”

Xuan Ya’s question directly dumbfounded her.
If she wasn’t Lu Qiancha, who else could she be?

Just as she was about to speak, she was suddenly shocked to realize that her Myriad Phantoms Mirage Art disguise had failed at some point.

Lu Qiancha froze with her mouth open, dazed for a moment.
Under Xuan Ya’s sharp, blade-like gaze, she squeezed out a single word from the depths of her throat: “Yes…”

“…Mm, I know.”

Xuan Ya nodded very slightly.
Surprise flashed in her eyes and then disappeared.

“When did you become like this? Or were you like this before you came up the mountain?”

Xuan Ya asked calmly.

“About… half a year ago, I became like this.”

Lu Qiancha said shyly, a little uncertain.

“Mm.”

Xuan Ya nodded, then said, “Don’t burrow into the snow anymore in the future.
It’s not good for your body.”

“…I can’t help it.”

Lu Qiancha twisted her little paws together.
Now, whenever she saw a large pile of snow, she just wanted to burrow into it.

It was like seeing a pile of rice when cooking and not being able to resist sticking your hand in.

Who could resist that icy-cold sensation?

Anyway, Lu Qiancha really couldn’t.

“…”

Xuan Ya didn’t say much, just glanced at the little creature in front of her.

“Come here.”

Xuan Ya beckoned to Lu Qiancha.

“…Yes, Master.”

Lu Qiancha hung her head, the tips of her ears drooping.
She dragged her heavy feet forward.

“Hold out your hand.”

Lu Qiancha did as she was told, turning her pink, padded paw palm up.

“When did Gan Tang find out about this?”

Xuan Ya’s fingertip lightly tapped Lu Qiancha’s outstretched paw, but her gaze suddenly lifted and turned to Gan Tang, who was trying her best to hold her breath and reduce her presence at the side.

“Uh… also about half a year ago.”

Gan Tang was startled by that look and shivered violently, her two fingers pointing at each other in front of her chest.

“So, you two, senior brother and junior sister, have been hiding this from your master for half a year?”

The corners of Xuan Ya’s lips suddenly curled up, the arc cold.

“Yes, yes…”

Lu Qiancha’s voice was now as faint as a thread, appearing very weak.

“Heh.”

Xuan Ya smiled.

The next second.

The handle of the cold jade horsetail whisk in Xuan Ya’s hand drew an arc in the moonlight.

“—Smack!!”

It landed squarely in the center of Lu Qiancha’s soft, pink pad.

“Wuu…”

‘So painful.’

Lu Qiancha’s paw stung with a burning pain.
She quickly retracted her paw as if it had been burned by a hot iron and clutched it tightly to her chest.
Her small body curled up slightly from the intense pain.

Her pair of just-cleared, deep blue eyes instantly filled with large, uncontrollably rolling, crystalline tears that slid down her cheeks.

She tremblingly extended her paw again and held it out in front of Xuan Ya.

Xuan Ya looked at Lu Qiancha, who was exuding an aura of “Master is so scary” and “It hurts, I want to cry.” A sense of absurdity inexplicably rose in her heart.

‘Is this really her thoughtful, calm, and self-possessed disciple, Lu Qiancha?’

Temporarily putting this thought aside, she finally let out an extremely light and slightly weary sigh.
With a flick of her long sleeve, she said to Lu Qiancha, “Never mind… you may leave.”

Then, she turned her head to Gan Tang and said, “Gan Tang, come here.”

“Oh.”

Gan Tang, dejected, slowly walked over to Xuan Ya, her hands subconsciously hidden behind her back.

But Xuan Ya did not allow her to dodge.

She grabbed Gan Tang’s tightly clenched right hand and turned it over to reveal her fair palm.

The cold handle of the jade horsetail whisk was raised again without mercy and fell.

“Smack!” The first hit, a red mark appeared on her palm.

“Smack!” The second hit, the red mark deepened.

“Smack! Smack!” A series of crisp sounds.

“Hiss, Master… it hurts.”

Gan Tang clutched her hand with teary eyes.

“You knew it would hurt and still dared to fool around with your senior brother?”

Xuan Ya’s expression was blank, but her voice was like tempered ice: “Do you not trust your master?

She raised the handle of the horsetail whisk and pointed at the little blue-furred ball of fluff who was clutching her paw and silently shedding tears: “What if someone else discovered Qiancha’s true form?”

Xuan Ya’s voice suddenly turned sharp: “At that time! Who could protect her?”

“With your meager cultivation? Or with her current young wolf body?!”

Xuan Ya withdrew the horsetail whisk, her gaze deeply sweeping over Gan Tang’s evasive eyes: “If your master knows, I can still find an opportunity to maneuver, cover her tracks, and suppress the turmoil…”

“But what if I didn’t know?”

Xuan Ya asked back.