Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

I soaked in the medicinal bath for a full hour.

When she came out, Mo Chenchen was completely red, like a boiled shrimp.

But she also clearly felt that her skin was much firmer and that there was a faint flow of spiritual energy in her muscles.

Opening her eyes and looking at Mu Jinglan who had carried her out of the water, Mo Chenchen was surprised to find that the other party's soul had actually faded a little.

What's wrong?

"What... happened to you? Did you infuse me with spiritual energy?"

Mu Jinglan pursed her lips, not wanting to answer such a foolish question.

She didn't even realize that he was using spiritual energy to massage her.

He had no spiritual power; he could only expend his own spiritual power to help her, which naturally resulted in this situation.

He can go back to his spatial dimension and cultivate properly later; it won't collapse completely. It's just...

Mo Chenchen's eyes flickered; she hadn't expected Mu Jinglan to act this way.

This is what people mean when they say someone is a good person in themselves.

After the medicinal bath, there are three hours of accompanying exercises.

Mu Jinglan called it a body-strengthening technique, but Mo Chenchen felt it was more like gymnastics.

Every movement is extremely awkward, requiring the body to be twisted into all sorts of incredible angles.

More challenging gymnastics exercises are mainly designed to improve body flexibility.

This body training method follows the principle of using softness to overcome hardness, resulting in a flexible and aesthetically pleasing body.

Under Mu Jinglan's guidance, Mo Chenchen gradually corrected her posture.

She hadn't expected that Mu Jinglan, such a big man, could do it so effortlessly.

Mo Chenchen grimaced and looked extremely pained as he sat down.

Fortunately, she was not yet sixteen years old. If she had started practicing in her twenties, it would have been unimaginable.

Another day that makes me want to swear.

Mo Chenchen gritted her teeth and twisted her body into an unbelievable shape.

Her bones and muscles cracked and popped, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Three hours later, she lay paralyzed on the bed, not even wanting to move a finger.

Mu Jinglan stood by the bed, looking at her like this, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Rest for three hours. Then get up and practice physical exercises for three hours. After that, proceed with other training."

Mo Chenchen turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and responded with a muffled sound.

"understood."

Three hours later, she got up on time and continued practicing.

Day after day, two months passed, and the first level of the body-strengthening exercise was completed.

Mo Chenchen clearly felt that her body was much lighter and stronger.

His strength naturally increased significantly; he could smash a rock wall with a single punch.

Then we begin the second layer.

"The second layer hurts three times more than the first. Are you sure you want to continue?"

In fact, practicing is better than not practicing, and the first level is already very useful.

Mo Chenchen lay face down on the bed, her voice muffled:

"continue."

Like a wilted eggplant, it lacks any fighting spirit or determination.

But what they were saying was to persevere and continue.

Mu Jinglan couldn't understand her. She was clearly not an ambitious person, so why was she so unwilling to admit defeat?

It is also accompanied by medicinal baths and acupuncture, but the medicinal bath formula is even stronger.

The moment Mo Chenchen immersed herself in the water, blisters immediately appeared on her skin, densely packed and shocking to behold.

She gritted her teeth and soaked in the water for an hour. When she came out, the blisters had burst, and her whole body was bright red, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.

When Mu Jinglan applied the medicine to her, he didn't even blink.

Mo Chenchen was in excruciating pain and would scream, but she never thought of giving up.

It took Mo Chenchen six months to complete the second level of the "Ten Revolutions Flowing Clouds Bone Tempering Technique".

At this time, Mo Chenchen had been in seclusion at Wufeng Cliff for nine months.

In another month, she will be able to go down to the smaller worlds for training.

She had no such idea at all; she wanted to master the "Ten Revolutions Flowing Clouds Bone Tempering Technique" to the third level in one go.

Although it would only take two days to get to the small world, it wasn't for her.

She was afraid that once she came back, her spirit would dissipate.

On the day Mo Chenchen completed her second level of body tempering, she turned sixteen.

Sixteen years old, worth commemorating.

Although they can't cultivate together yet, they are adults now.

She decided to take a day off.

Early in the morning, Mo Chenchen got out of bed.

The first thing to do is to use a set of body-strengthening techniques to calm the mind...

There's no way around it, it's become a habit. I feel like something's missing if I don't practice.

He then went outside the cave to practice a set of sword techniques and refined two batches of pills.

Two more talismans were drawn.

There was nothing Mo Chenchen could do; she wanted to eat hot pot, but it wasn't something you could eat so early in the morning.

I can only do things that aren't too physically demanding, so I guess it's a holiday.

Finally, noon arrived, and Mo Chenchen hurriedly returned to her cave dwelling, rummaging through her spatial storage to find a pile of ingredients.

In the empty space next to it, a charcoal stove was set up, and a small pot was placed on it.

There was a table next to her, covered with all sorts of ingredients, all of which she loved to eat.

Soon, the spicy red oil broth was bubbling and boiling.

The tripe, sliced ​​thinly, is quickly dipped in the hot oil broth until it's crisp, tender, and refreshing.

Crabs are boiled whole; once the shells turn red, they can be taken out, and the snow-white crab meat is extracted and dipped in ginger and vinegar sauce.

Lamb rolls, with a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat, cook quickly in a couple of dips, then coated in sesame sauce—one bite and your mouth is filled with delicious flavor.

The beef slices are cut into large pieces, and you take them out as soon as they change color in the broth; they're so tender you could squeeze water out of them.

A sesame sauce dipping sauce is made by mixing sesame paste, minced garlic, sesame oil, and fermented bean curd until thick.

A small dish of oil, with sesame oil, minced garlic, and chopped chili peppers, clear and bright.

Mo Chenchen ate with great satisfaction.

Mu Jinglan, who was standing next to her, was already able to serve her skillfully.

He sat at the table, first picking up the champagne to refill her glass, and then taking two ice cubes from the small metal bucket next to him and putting them into the glass.

Although he couldn't understand why people would drink cold drinks in such a cold place.

After pouring the drink, he pulled up his sleeve, picked up a mantis shrimp, and peeled it for her.

Arrange the meat neatly on a small plate and push it to Mo Chenchen's side.

Mo Chenchen, her mouth glistening with oil and her cheeks bulging, gave him a thumbs up.

"Not bad, you've improved."

Mu Jinglan continued to pick up a crab and disassemble it without expression.

After nearly a year of getting along, Mu Jinglan had adapted to Mo Chenchen's way of doing things.

If you ignore her, she'll quickly go about her own business.

But if you try to explain or show any emotion, she will tease you even more aggressively.

Actually, it's not that Mo Chenchen's emotions are shallow and easily seen through.

She always made people see through her in ways that were to her advantage.

She can project an image of being simple and easy to understand, while also letting others know her rules and bottom line.

This increases the comfort of one's life.

As for things that can't be seen by others, who can see them anyway?

What kind of simple, good person could someone who has survived the apocalypse for fifteen years be?

Or what could it be that good, if it's really that easy to see through?

The grass on the grave is so tall, I don't even know how tall it is now.