These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu figured it out. All this woman did was sleep and eat, yet she had such a graceful figure. She wasn't the slender, thin type, but rather perfectly plump—any more fat would be too fat, any less thin would be too thin, a natural beauty.

Her skin was so delicate and smooth that it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

The way she eats isn't wolfing it down; instead, she pinches a little food with her small hand, raises her delicate fingers, and puts it into her mouth in small bites.

She ate at an unbelievably fast pace; not a drop of juice fell onto the floor or the table. Everything landed steadily on her plate, and every piece of meat—even every single strand—entered her mouth precisely.

It is indeed beautiful... Looking at Wei Tu makes me feel a little hungry.

But when I came to my senses, all five pig trotters on the plate had been completely devoured.

"Ah~ delicious."

Mu Xitong seemed to have shed all her burdens, leaning back casually against the low bed, comfortably squinting her eyes.

Her high, firm breasts, barely concealed by the strapless top, rose and fell like layers of white waves made of milk.

Wei Tu composed himself.

"Are you satisfied with the food?"

Mu Xitong looked at Wei Tu, seemingly realizing something, and pulled out a clean white handkerchief from the cleavage of her snow-white chest, then wiped her mouth and hands.

Wei Tu was completely stunned by this action.

Good heavens... Even women in brothels wouldn't dare to act like this.

Is this a natural insensitivity, or an innate charm?

"Very good. What kind of pills do you want? I won't charge you spirit stones today."

Mu Xitong said very generously.

But looking into her tender eyes, she seemed about to fall asleep again.

Wei Tu shook his head.

"Um... I don't need any pills or anything like that."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want Elder Mu..."

"Oh, so when are you getting married?"

"..."

Wei Tu was stunned for a moment, looking at Mu Xitong who was staring at him calmly.

The woman also looked at Wei Tu, her languid, sleepy eyes giving her the air of Sleeping Beauty.

"You're alright looking, not bad. It's okay that you're a little weak, I can take care of you."

"...No, Elder Mu, I haven't finished speaking yet."

The languid Mu Xitong shook her head, seemingly with some regret.

"Then finish speaking."

"I would like Elder Mu to give me some advice."

"What's your opinion?"

"It's about a friend of mine..."

"Wait, just talk about yourself. I've heard this kind of talk countless times. Some male disciples have broken down in health at a young age, some have congenital ailments which can only be blamed on bad luck, and some have psychological problems..."

"Uh, Elder Mu, that's not what I meant. It really is a friend of mine!"

Mu Xitong yawned, and a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

It looks quite charming, like the moisture after a rain.

"Okay, I'll treat you as a friend."

Wei Tu sighed helplessly; it seemed the other party was determined to be him.

Never mind, these things aren't important.

"Here's the thing, my friend recently discovered that the cultivation method she's been practicing and the path she's been following are somewhat wrong. It might end up being a wrong path. However, her body has already undergone internal changes due to practicing this kind of sword technique and sword intent. Is there any way to reverse this situation and prevent it from becoming too difficult to reverse in the end?"

In fact, Wei Tu had some insights of his own, but he did not have the opportunity to test them in his previous life. If he were to apply them to Lu Qingyan so hastily, not to mention whether she would accept them, if something went wrong, the result might be even more tragic than in his previous life.

Mu Xitong started thinking and finally started to look somewhat normal.

Her long, curled eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were slightly lowered. Although she was still leaning against the bed with a carefree demeanor, she was nowhere near as serious as before.

Wei Tu did not disturb them and waited quietly.

Until Mu Xitong raised her head.

"There have been predecessors who gave up what they had learned in half their lives and then embarked on the right path. You can find examples of this in many books. What's so special about the situation you're describing?"

Wei Tu answered softly.

"Sword intent can be gained through enlightenment later in life, but my friend... he tempers his entire body like a sword. If it were a balance of strength and gentleness, it would be fine, but he's too strong and easily breaks. His whole body is used to nurture sword energy, making it too sharp..."

"Is there anything wrong with this path? Sword intent, sword intent, each person's sword has their own intent, they are all different. Just because you think it's good doesn't mean it is. Aren't you being a bit presumptuous?"

Mu Xitong yawned again, but spoke directly.

Wei Tu didn't mind; this was the expected outcome.

He shook his head.

“Using the body to nourish the sword is already too much of a burden. If one’s own sharpness is too great, it is easy to break. How can one accept the insights of the outside world? If every sword strike is sharp, how can one retract it? If one’s physique is too strong, one’s spirit will be blocked. It is difficult to have both. How can one reach the so-called Great Dao? This disciple is somewhat ignorant and spoke recklessly. Please do not take offense, Elder Mu.”

In fact, there are many other reasons, but Wei Tu cannot say them now, otherwise they would all be shocking and outrageous, and it would seem too absurd for him to say them out loud.

Especially when Wei Tu thought of Lu Qingyan, who later embarked on this path without hesitation, even though her meridians were filled with sharp sword intent and she couldn't even fall asleep, he always felt a dull ache in his heart.

Instead of rebuking Wei Tu for talking nonsense, Mu Xitong, who was standing in front of her, fell silent, which was unusual for her.

After a long while, he finally looked at Wei Tu.

"You, a disciple of the Overlord Body Realm, actually possess such insight? Hmm? No, I mean, the Fusion Realm?"

Wei Tu dropped his superficial pretense and nodded slightly.

"It is the Fusion Realm."

"Oh." Mu Xitong leaned back slightly, propped her elbows on the bed, and raised her head.

Her snow-white neck and full breasts formed a beautiful arc, like the most beautiful architecture in the world.

"The problem you mentioned isn't unsolvable. If it's discovered early, and if you're certain... you can strengthen your body."

"Body tempering... Isn't body tempering something that the Overlord Body Realm already did?"

The most important step from Foundation Establishment to Overlord Body is Body Tempering, which involves transforming the body into one that can receive spiritual energy. Only after cultivating and improving physical attributes can one achieve the Overlord Body.

Lu Qingyan is already at the Dragon Slayer Realm, so how can she further temper her body?

Mu Xitong shook her head.

"The kind of body I'm talking about is a little different. As long as it's not beyond repair, the body can be modified. Some predecessors modified their bodies to be easier to absorb in order to adapt to certain techniques. Some needed to be a little fatter, some needed to be a little taller, and there are many such examples. And what you're talking about... if I'm not mistaken, is referring to the sword bone."

Wei Tu remained silent and did not answer.

Mu Xitong continued muttering, her eyes closed with a heavy heart, then opened weakly, clearly exhausted.

"Sword bones... can also be forged. It's just that it's very painful and difficult. Not only does the technique need to be superb, but also requires the flow of pure true qi, like cleansing the marrow and purifying the meridians, constantly rinsing and then disassembling and rebuilding the sword bones in the body. Even the sword intent must be constantly monitored to prevent the flow of qi in the meridians from being disrupted... At the same time, it also requires the support of a medicinal bath, etc... Why do I feel like I've heard this somewhere before?"

Mu Xitong became puzzled.

Wei Tu couldn't help but look at Mu Xitong.

"Could it be that someone else asked Elder Mu this question?"

Mu Xitong tried hard to recall.

"Maybe they didn't ask, but told me... Who was it? I can't remember right now, um... I'm so sleepy."

"You're sleepy already?"

Wei Tu looked at Mu Xitong in disbelief. What kind of divine physique was this? She got sleepy after saying just a few words? How was she supposed to refine medicine?

Mu Xitong rolled her eyes at Wei Tu, exuding charm.

"Even refining medicine wasn't as hard as answering your questions. I can't remember them now. Refining medicine is so much better; it's so easy... Ugh... I'm going to sleep..."

Mu Xitong actually climbed onto the half-height bed and lay lazily on it.

That familiar gesture, like an invitation to invest, was incredibly tempting.

"Wait... Elder Mu, are you really..."

"What, want to sleep together?"

Mu Xitong gently moved a little further in and then patted the bed.

"No need for that..."

You can't exactly say "thank you for the meal."

"Oh."

Mu Xitong closed her eyes.

Wei Tu stood up helplessly, then said softly.

"Then I will go to the Scripture Pavilion to look through the information again. I will visit Elder Mu again next time. If I remember any clues, please tell me."

"Hmm...remember to bring food."

Is it still pig's trotters?

Wei Tu asked softly.

"As long as it tastes good."

Mu Xitong almost hummed it out softly, her voice growing weaker and weaker.

"Very well, then Elder Mu may rest in peace."

"Elder Mu, Elder Mu... you're making me feel old."

"Then what..."