Minglong

Chapter 381: Can’t wake up someone who pretends to be asleep

He ripped open Linghu Qingmo's clothes and saw that there wasn't a single scar on his incredibly masculine chest muscles. Linghu Qingmo's face immediately darkened, and he raised his hand to electrocute this lecherous scoundrel.

Xie Jinhuan quickly grabbed his wrist:
"I know demonic cultivation techniques and healed myself, but I suffered a great loss of vital essence and blood, so I'm quite weak..."

"Is your way of saying it a bit weak?"

"Don't believe me? Try it!"

"Tch~~"

Linghu Qingmo felt his arms ache just looking at that vigorous physique, so he didn't know how to try. He raised his hand and pounded his chest before continuing to ask:

"How have you been these past few days, Master? Did you get hurt while we were together?"

"No, it was just me and Lady Ye who were slightly injured. Lady Ye is still resting in her room."

"Oh……"

Linghu Qingmo carefully observed Xie Jinhuan's expression:
"I heard from Master that you bestowed the Azure Dragon God, which you had stolen, upon her. What was Master's reaction upon receiving it?"

Xie Jinhuan put his arm around Mo Mo's waist and helped her sit down.

"I was just really excited, but this isn't really my doing. We all worked together to seize this opportunity, so the profits should naturally go to whoever is most deserving. Oh, and I also managed to snag something good for you this time..."

Linghu Qingmo knew that his icy master's thoughts, and that it would definitely feel strange to sit on his master's lap again.

But as Xie Jinhuan pulled out a small sword, Linghu Qingmo's gaze sharpened, and he didn't get up again, but simply took it and examined it.

The small sword is a little over three inches long and no more than a finger wide. The blade is like white jade, and the hilt gradually turns green. Its smooth shape makes it look extremely sharp. Just by looking at the material and design, you can tell that it is no ordinary weapon.

"So beautiful~"

Linghu Qingmo carefully flipped through it:

"How can you use such a small sword?"

Xie Jinhuan hadn't actually researched this either, but fortunately, his ghost wife was omnipotent, and at this moment she was leaning on the back of the chair explaining:

"Sword cultivators nurture their swords using their own bodies as furnaces, and they have specific methods. I can make one up for Momo. This sword is nurtured with essence and supplemented with the five elements of metal, allowing it to slowly grow larger. Once it reaches the sixth realm, it can rival immortal weapons, and its size can be freely changed at will. There shouldn't be any seventh-realm sword cultivators in history, but judging from how Kongkong Daoren shattered the golden body of Wuxin Monk with a single sword strike, it should be able to kill gods and demons..."

Sword cultivators are classified as immortals rather than martial artists because the core of martial arts is 'physical sainthood,' where all resources are used to temper the body, and the highest level is having a sword in one's heart even without a sword in hand; weapons are not a necessity.

Sword cultivators follow the path of immortals who nurture magical treasures, focusing all their resources and strength on their swords.

Although sword cultivators possess unparalleled killing power, this numerical strength is achieved through the accumulation of resources. Normal immortal weapons only require one or two of the five elements of metal, such as white holy refined gold and purple gold stone, during forging.

The flying sword is a gold-devouring beast, requiring constant feeding of precious materials, and all five elements must be present, which is why the flying sword is only so small even after Fang Qingxuan has entered the fifth realm.

Even such a small flying sword pierced through the breastplate that Xie Jinhuan had forged from the remnants of a celestial artifact. Its strength was definitely worth the investment, and the strength of the flying sword itself did not change with the cultivator's cultivation level.

To put it simply, if the flying sword controlled by the Taoist Kongkong was of too low a grade, it certainly wouldn't be able to break the golden body of the monk Wuxin. However, if Linghu Qingmo controlled this high-grade flying sword and used all his strength to nail it into Xie Jinhuan's breastplate, he could still make a hole in it.

After Linghu Qingmo roughly understood the domineering nature of this item, his expression gradually turned surprised, and he even hesitated to take it.

"Such a powerful weapon, even if you gave it to me, I couldn't afford to maintain it. Even if Zihui Mountain emptied its coffers, it probably wouldn't be enough..."

Xie Jinhuan shook his head:
"In this world, the only people who can afford to raise flying swords are patriarchs like Shang Lianbi and Sikong Laozu, who monopolize resources in their respective areas, or senior Qixia, who plunders and steals... Even Headmaster Lu can't afford to raise such righteous leaders who are high-intensity demon-slaying and monster-eliminating. That's why sword cultivation was lost thousands of years ago."

"But you don't need to worry. You know how fast I can slay demons and monsters. I guarantee that the sword will always carry you, and you'll never have to worry about the quality of your flying sword not keeping up when your cultivation level reaches a certain point."

Seeing Ling'er soar to great heights with the help of the entire nation, Linghu Qingmo couldn't help but feel envious. Now, she was being directly taken care of by her boyfriend, who was even giving her a divine weapon that was rarer than a gift from the gods. How could she not be happy?

Under normal circumstances, if her cultivation partner were to gift her such a precious cultivation foundation, she would need to give birth to at least seven or eight healthy sons to reciprocate the gesture, but her master…

Although her master had developed worldly desires, making things a bit strange, Xie Jinhuan was truly risking her life to find opportunities and treasures for the master and disciple. It would be strange if her master wasn't tempted; she couldn't just not be grateful to her boyfriend because of that…

Linghu Qingmo pondered for a moment, then, holding the small flying sword, felt somewhat embarrassed:
"Hmm... You gave me such a valuable gift, how can I possibly thank you?"

"Eh."

Xie Jinhuan waved his hand:
"What are you talking about? Opportunities and treasures are just external things; the people around you are the most valuable. If I give you something and expect gratitude in return, can that really be called giving? You know my personality; I'm good in every way, except my tastes are rather simple, and sometimes I can be insatiable. Just don't be angry..."

"Humph~"

Linghu Qingmo leaned against his chest and thought for a moment:

"What's the use of me getting angry? I can't control you anyway. Hmm... This thing is too valuable. If I don't reciprocate, you'll definitely be unhappy. Just tell me what you want, and I'll agree to anything."

I'll agree to anything...

Xie Jinhuan wrapped his arm around her waist and moved a little closer:
"Really?"

?

Seeing this expression, Linghu Qingmo knew what he wanted. His face flushed as he thought for a moment:
"Are you anxious?"

"That's definitely a bit."

Xie Jinhuan put his arm around her waist and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"However, I have exceptional self-control. If Miss Momo is unwilling, how could I force her? If Miss Momo changes her mind, she can sneak into my room in the middle of the night..."

"Tch~ You wish! Who would come to your room in the middle of the night?" Linghu Qingmo dared not talk about this anymore, so he leaned in and kissed her, silencing her shameless words.

Bobo~
Xie Jinhuan smiled and immediately began to use both his hands and mouth to bully Mo Mo.

Linghu Qingmo only wanted to thank her boyfriend, but after kissing him for a moment, she suddenly frowned and looked down at the juicy flesh that had been grabbed by the thief's hand.
"Huh? Master, what's wrong..."

Xie Jinhuan, holding his rice bowl, realized he was now a son, and his expression froze. He thought for a moment:
"The Azure Dragon belongs to the Wood element and governs the growth and development of all things, so it's probably related to this. Let me see..."

"Hey? You're not allowed to look, Xie Jinhuan! You..."

Linghu Qingmo was still a virgin, and had never experienced such an unbelievable thing before. She twisted and turned, trying to hide, but in the end, she couldn't escape and experienced being a mother before becoming a wife...
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Luoyang.

Gulu gulu...

The ceremonial guard escorted the four-horse carriage, which traveled side by side, through the bustling streets and headed towards the Princess's residence.

Inside the carriage, a beautiful woman in a white dress lay on a couch, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful; she appeared to be asleep.

Lin Wanyi sat beside him, taking his pulse and then touching his forehead, her eyes filled with confusion.
"They've already given him the 'can't die pill,' how come they still can't wake him up? Should we have Zisu come back and try?"

Bu Yuehua was caught red-handed today, but with the flirtatious Taoist nun taking the fall, it wasn't too embarrassing. She just sat by the window, observing the street scene.
"Forget it, some people are impossible to wake up even with the most powerful elixir. Just let her rest."

"Oh……"

……

Zhao Ling sat cross-legged in the main seat, carefully stabilizing the Qi Meridians and Qi Sea that had been nourished by the Qilin blood. His expression had returned to normal, but there was a very beautiful red mark between his eyebrows.

The changes within the body were nothing short of earth-shattering.

Zhao Ling felt that his body was still human, but his flesh and bones seemed to have evolved, and could be described as 'Dragon Tendons, Tiger Bones, and Qilin Strength'. He estimated that one punch could shatter half a street.

Previously, when he possessed the divine gift of the Suppressor, he felt as if his mortal body contained a blazing sun. Now, he could easily control it, and even one divine gift was not enough to move this physical body; it would take five divine gifts to pull the cart.

But the physical changes weren't the most significant. The most noticeable change for Zhao Ling was in her eyes. The Qilin was a creature that warded off evil and guarded the central land, balancing the energy of the four directions. After being granted this power, she could see all the souls of the world with her naked eyes, and even glimpse the heart of the soul through any abnormalities in the soul.

For example, if she were sitting here now with her eyes closed, she could see a cold and beautiful phantom inside Qingmo's body, filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, making her look restless.

Inside Zisu's body was also an intellectual giant, who seemed a little uneasy.

Wan Yi is normal, but she probably has a lot on her mind right now...

The exterior of the carriage is even more special.

The streets are filled with countless ordinary people, but their souls are all different. Those with wicked intentions have obviously turbid souls, while those with pure hearts look very clear.

As for his trusted henchman, Steward Hou, he appears to be a complete person on the surface, but the phantom within him is clearly incomplete.

This immense power, which bypasses appearances and directly perceives the soul, is enough to expose all evil in the world, and to mortals it is a god.

However, this supernatural power also comes at a price. It is not passive and continuous, but requires one to concentrate and look carefully, which consumes a lot of spiritual power.

After observing for a while, Zhao Ling felt a bit tired. She put away her supernatural powers, opened her eyes, and glanced at the few wings in the carriage. Then she remembered something.

Aunt Nangong did things that I couldn't do...

I've already experienced it, I can't possibly quit now...

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Ling stood up and sat down in front of Bu Yuehua, apologetically saying:
"I apologize for disturbing you today. I hope you won't hold it against me, Senior Bu."

Bu Yuehua was still hoping to curry favor with the imperial court and become the sect leader. Being able to have a bed partner with the princess was a good thing, she replied with a smile:
"It's alright. I was also dragged into this by Sect Leader Nangong. If I hadn't been controlled by the Imperial Observatory and hoped she could put in a good word for me, I wouldn't have... sigh..."

"?!"

The white-clad beauty lying on the couch twitched her eye, but with Wanyi in front of her, she was too embarrassed to wake up.

Lin Wanyi was also a participant today, but she had her mentor take the blame for her and didn't dare to reveal herself. To avoid embarrassment later, she chimed in for her:
"Master, you don't need to take it to heart. This is how it is in the inner quarters of wealthy families. When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Zhao Ling nodded slightly: "Yes. These are all things that happen behind closed doors, and there's really nothing to it. But I'm still a little curious about certain things, um... rather special, how Senior Nangong managed to remain untainted by the mud..."

"..."

Nangong Ye clenched his fists, overwhelmed with shame and unable to speak, then tilted his head and truly fainted...

Bu Yuehua naturally understood the princess's meaning and responded with a smile:

"Sect Leader Nangong is a Taoist, and he takes fasting pills year-round, so his body is spotless."

"Oh……"

Zhao Ling suddenly realized.

Lin Wanyi, who had spent years dealing with the sassy older sisters of wealthy and powerful families, was very good at reading people. Upon hearing this, she knew what the princess was thinking and, being very understanding, took out a bottle of pills and handed it to her.
"This elixir can nourish the skin and improve complexion, and it is also beneficial for cultivation. Now that the princess has obtained an opportunity, she needs to stabilize her physique. She can try taking the elixir."

Seeing that Wanyi had even prepared a way out for her, Zhao Ling naturally accepted the offer and they started chatting about other trivial matters...

(End of this chapter)