Pure phoenix crystal was something Xinyao had grown tired of drinking since childhood.
Everyone's genetic bloodline is determined from the moment of birth. Unless embraced by a higher-ranking phoenix species to become a vassal, even refining more pure phoenix crystals would be wasted due to diminishing returns.
This was similar to cultivation efforts after birth.
Pure phoenix crystal could indeed purify bloodlines, but it merely purified—it couldn't fundamentally transform a common chicken into a phoenix.
So when Yino said he wanted to give the pure phoenix crystal to his aunt, although Xinyao was touched, she didn't actually need such things.
Her bloodline was already what it was, with no more room for improvement.
But Yino was different.
He was young and full of vigor, yet his bloodline had been sealed by the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Now that Xinyao personally refined the pure phoenix crystal into liquid and fed it to him, it could further stimulate Yino's true potential!
However, for the sake of appearances, Xinyao couldn't explain this directly to Yino.
So... she chose a rather forceful method.
Moreover, when she pushed her foot into Yino's mouth, the view of looking down at the young man's humiliation made Xinyao exceedingly excited.
She liked Yino's expression.
Yino couldn't resist and could only obediently comply.
"Such an obedient boy."
Watching the young man's obedient expression as he savored it, the red-robed girl couldn't help but curl her vermilion lips, with her exquisite beautiful face beneath the spirit kite mask showing a hint of bashfulness.
In this position, she could also feel Yino's passion.
"Look, there's still more on my leg."
Seeing that her fair foot had been sucked clean, the red-robed girl smiled with some indulgence.
She gently lifted her red dress, revealing her fair and slender calf, with the implied meaning requiring no further explanation.
Yino looked up at her, secretly swallowing, his eyes showing some stubbornness and resistance, yet bathed in this ambiguous atmosphere, he couldn't conceal his blushing emotions.
After all... He had just been forced to drink everything without spilling a drop.
But Yino had no choice—he couldn't fight back, couldn't resist. If he didn't drink it, it would all spill on the ground and be wasted.
Compared to licking it off the floor, Yino found the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master's soft, fair milky feet more acceptable.
And... Whether it was just his imagination or not, Yino even felt he could taste a hint of sweetness on his tongue from the pure phoenix liquid.
But what Yino didn't know was whether this sweetness came from the phoenix juice or from licking the ice cream...
"What's wrong? Weren't you enjoying it just now?"
Seeing the young man reluctant to lick again, Xinyao slightly raised her eyebrow, her tone revealing a hint of playfulness.
But before Yino could respond, the red fox girl who had been hiding in the corner observing the entire scene had already turned crimson and could no longer contain herself, cursing in her soul sea—
Damn it! This crazy bit@ch is taking it too far!
Jinyue was breathing heavily, even her fists clenched in anger.
Having spent so much time with Yino, even during her initial advantage at the Mountain God Temple, Jinyue hadn't dared put her foot in Yino's mouth for him to lick!
Yet this Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master, after meeting Yino just twice, had become so presumptuous!
Yino! Don't listen to her!
Crazy woman you like being licked, huh?! Today this lady will let you be licked to your heart's content!
Thinking this, the red fox girl couldn't help but laugh coldly with some malice. At the same time, her alluring eyes reflecting the blood-colored kaleidoscope flashed with ferocity.
Yino blinked, not understanding what was happening.
He first looked at Jinyue, then at the red-robed girl before him, only to see that the latter seemed to have fallen under some hypnotic spell, frozen in place.
"Jinyue, your illusion technique is really overpowered, isn't it?"
Yino was shocked by this scene and couldn't help but mutter.
He had wanted to advise Jinyue not to act rashly, lest her identity be exposed and cause trouble.
But unexpectedly, the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master had truly been hypnotized by the illusion.
And now... Yino had just curiously spoken, but nobody in the quiet treasure pavilion responded to him.
He looked at the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master and then at Jinyue, both seemingly transported to another illusory space in their minds.
Just as Yino sat up, wanting to step forward and observe the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master more closely, suddenly several obvious cracks appeared in the scene before him—
Yino was startled, instinctively stepping back, his eyes confused yet vigilant.
After a long immersion.
The red-robed girl, who had been as if frozen in time, suddenly moved.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, clearly having experienced something in the illusion, but despite the illusion breaking, she didn't make any outcry.
Yino stood between the two, feeling the atmosphere strangely awkward.
What the hell is going on?
Jinyue, what illusion did you use on her?
Yino feared alarming them, so he didn't speak aloud, only questioning Jinyue in his soul sea.
But as his words fell, the red fox girl standing in the corner in the distance remained silent.
Yino secretly glanced back with peripheral vision and noticed that Jinyue had crouched down, covering her eyes with both hands, and those alluring eyes that had just cast the illusion were bleeding again.
Like the red-robed girl's trembling reaction earlier, Jinyue was now hugging herself with a trembling voice.
What Yino found strange was that although both women were clearly not in good condition, they seemed to be trying to maintain a dignified appearance in front of him.
"Pavilion Master, why did you suddenly freeze? Are you feeling unwell?"
Since Jinyue wouldn't answer, Yino could only tentatively ask the Hundred Spirits Pavilion Master.
But as soon as he spoke, the red-robed girl who had been so haughtily teasing Yino opened her eyes wide as if waking from a dream. Her body beneath the red dress suddenly convulsed, almost instinctively dragging herself two steps backward.