As spiritual energy revived, I, having acquired certain attributes, gradually ascended to immortalit

"So, this is a ghost town?"

Shen Qing's focus was slightly different. He didn't care about having neighbors, but he felt that the lack of supporting facilities would make buying breakfast much more troublesome in the future.

He looked around; the place was unusually quiet.

"...That's about right. There shouldn't be many households inside right now."

Xie Chong scratched his head. "But it's alright. There's a residential area not far away with basic amenities."

"Speaking of which, the neighboring community is only a few hundred meters away from here, and there are also people living nearby."

This area used to be just the suburbs, but now with this ancient tree, the surrounding area has become a feng shui treasure land. They've really struck gold!

"Let's go, let's go upstairs and take a look at the house."

The apartment was on the sixth floor. Xie Chong walked ahead, took out his key, turned it, pushed the door open, and then made room for him, gesturing for him to enter.

"Please, esteemed owners."

The living room, which you enter, is about the same size as the one in the old residential area, but it doesn't have any peeling paint on the walls, and it's sunny and bright.

The layout is three bedrooms and one living room, over 100 square meters, and fully furnished with all kinds of new furniture.

"This is move-in ready."

Shen Qing walked around all the rooms; it was a fully furnished house.

"Here, the key." Xie Chong slapped the key into Shen Qing's hand. "There's only one in the station. The password is six zeros. Change it yourself."

You can move in with your sister-in-law now. Okay, I won't bother you any longer.

As he finished speaking, his voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of mischief.

Before Shen Qing could speak, he flashed to the doorway, waved his hand, and slammed the door shut.

He wanted to take advantage of Shen Qing's relaxation to cultivate and then surpass him!

The room quieted down, and the woman was still curiously examining the furniture, even though she had seen most of it in the old neighborhood.

But it doesn't look like something from the same era at all.

Shen Qing sat on the living room sofa, her gaze slowly and carefully sweeping across the entire space, from the balcony to the living room and then to the kitchen.

This is a house that belongs solely to him.

Or rather, home.

He entered the orphanage at the age of ten. He was not picky about life and did not have anything he particularly wanted.

All I want is a house of my own.

It's not just a place to live, but a sense of belonging. Having been given a second chance to live with his memories, he already felt alienated from the new world.

They also encountered a pair of unreliable parents.

Not only was he away from home for most of the year, but at first they managed to find short-term caregivers to take turns looking after him. In the end, he simply disappeared without leaving anything behind.

If it weren't for his elder brother and the government's support, he wouldn't even have a place to go; he'd be lucky if he didn't harbor resentment.

It's a complete case of giving birth but not raising the child.

Even after things settled down and he adapted to the world, he still didn't have a fixed place to live.

From school dormitories to rented apartments, moving from one place to another, the desire to own a house became an obsession that continues to this day.

Leaning back on the sofa, Shen Qing felt something that had been tense inside her finally relax.

"At least I won't have to go through all this trouble anymore."

……

In the evening, after dinner, Shen Qing followed the female knight into the Realm of Evil Thoughts, as usual.

The bureau allowed him to explore freely, after all, the female warrior had the Yellow Spring Lantern in her hand, and the bureau also knew that she carried her own guide and could not be controlled.

However, Shen Qing's goal was no longer simply to hunt down demons.

He discovered that after his blood underwent a transformation, it could even burn away the negative energy within the realm of evil thoughts.

That is to say, he can directly refine the spiritual herbs inside.

It seems the firepower is too strong; each time, only a little essence can be retained before it dissipates quickly, making it impossible to take out. He can only refine it on the spot.

Moreover, without being refined into pills, its effects are far inferior to those of pills, not to mention that the surrounding spiritual energy is mostly contained in weeds.

If it weren't for the fact that it would interfere with his cultivation, Shen Qing would have liked to learn how to refine pills. Right now, all he has left is his weekly allowance.

Of course, it's just a thought.

Modern alchemy is not like the alchemists of ancient mythology, where a furnace and a fire were enough. Perhaps a few individuals with supernatural abilities could do it, but it is not a common practice.

The normal procedure is too complicated, so he gave up. If he wants to really make use of these elixirs, he still needs to look to the research department.

Although she still had contribution points left, Shen Qing was unsure whether to exchange them for other resources.

Before long, the two emerged from the realm of evil thoughts, and Shen Qingtang went to take a bath first.

Shen Qing sat on the living room sofa, listening to the pattering water from the bathroom, when her hand, which was swiping on her phone, suddenly paused.

"By the way, there don't seem to be any towels in the bathroom."

The place is fully furnished, but that doesn't mean it also has toiletries.

They went back to the old neighborhood once in the afternoon, and besides informing the landlord in advance that they wanted to move out, they took some changes of clothes.

"Um, I'm going out to buy some toiletries."

Shen Qing called out towards the bathroom and quickly walked outside.

About ten minutes later, after he returned carrying a bag, he heard a voice as soon as he opened the door, which sounded like the female knight calling him.

"Shen Qing? Are you there?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Shen Qing vaguely saw the female warrior peeking half her head out from the direction of the bathroom before quickly retreating.

"I bought towels, bath towels, and other toiletries."

Before he finished speaking, an arm, white with a pinkish tinge and glistening with water droplets, emerged from the crack in the door, its voice barely audible, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Thanks."

After taking the bag, the female warrior quickly withdrew her arm, and the door slammed shut.

Ten minutes later, Shen Qing was sitting on the sofa when the bathroom door opened with a "click," and the female warrior walked out with her half-wet hair.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen you use a hairdryer after showering. Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?"

Shen Qing waved the hairdryer she had just bought, "Do you want me to help you? Long hair is probably hard to manage by yourself, right?"

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qingtang nodded.

She moved a stool over, sat up straight, and placed her hands neatly on her knees, just like a primary school student facing a teacher.

Shen Qing plugged in the hairdryer and began combing the heroine's hair strand by strand.

As she was blowing the hairdryer, she suddenly spoke, though her voice was very soft, perhaps because of the humming sound.

"In our area, a woman's hair cannot be touched by a man without permission."

She kept fidgeting with her pajama bottoms. "My aunt said that only husbands and wives can comb each other's hair."

A faint fragrance wafted over, I couldn't tell if it was from the shampoo or the heroine's own scent.

Shen Qing paused, his hand holding the female warrior's hair.

Shen Qingtang continued, "But there don't seem to be many rules here. Should I adapt?"

But there are some clothes I still can't accept.

Shen Qing snapped out of her daze, realizing the female knight-errant had just said it casually, and calmly replied, "Here, freedom of dress is valued."

What they wear is their choice, and you can certainly wear what you think is right too.

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the buzzing of the hairdryer remaining.

Just then, Shen Qing's phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated. He temporarily turned off the hairdryer and went over to check; it was a message from Chen Chen.