Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"That's truly beyond our reach. One would have to at least reach the Immortal realm first?"

“Yes, but Mingkong, you should be able to feel how difficult it is to make any progress after the eighth level. Your current feeling is the common feeling of every cultivator in the Heavenly Domain who has stepped into the eighth level of the Saint Realm.”

Yes, Chu Mingkong now feels that dividing the eighth rank into three stages—front, middle, and back—is like a bottomless pit.

"For me, the Abyss is an inexhaustible treasure trove of power... I should be able to do better than other eighth-level cultivators, so my master's wife can trust me more."

"It's not that I don't trust you. At this moment, I can somewhat understand the feelings and thoughts of Empress Yueying when she foresaw you back then."

"What are you thinking about?" Chu Mingkong asked curiously.

He loosened his grip on his master's wife and looked at her beautiful face, but realizing she wouldn't show any expression, he chose to hug her back.

There will be plenty of opportunities to see, but the chance to embrace each other freely is rare.

“Every cultivator who studies divination is proud of seeing the future at the beginning, but those who go the furthest on this path are only excited by those visions that cannot be seen.”

Perhaps Empress Yueqi found more exhilaration in discovering your future, shrouded in the Abyss, than in any other clear future?

Chu Mingkong said with a serious expression:

"In my mind, I can already picture the way Yuehe's body trembled when he foresaw the adorable little Mingkong!"

These shameless words left Shen Xuejun speechless for a brief moment.

After a long while, Shen Xuejun finally regained her ability to speak, emerging from the shock she had felt. She said:

"If you want to target those beings, no one can tell you how strong they are, but you should have seen them."

Right before the Kunlun Ruins, at the very last moment of Yin time, you saw their projections; the Moon River gave you one last chance to look directly at them.

......

Having chatted and hugged his master's wife for so long, a rare occurrence, Chu Mingkong heard light footsteps coming from outside.

The elders, who had just settled in, came over for a chat with the little ones.

Chu Mingkong had no choice but to leave reluctantly and return to his room to sort out his thoughts.

He thought back to the topic they had started their conversation, stared blankly out the window, and muttered to himself:

"According to Master's wife, she seems to have been born from a single thought within the Snow River Divine City, a dream from which she cannot remember her true form. When the Lord of Snow River decides to awaken from the dream, will Master's wife's dream disappear...?"

"And the Snow River Lord's motivation for having this dream is to achieve a completely new physical Dao Fruit? Even the Heavenly Demon Ancient Prince is seeking to strengthen his physical body in this world..."

Chu Mingkong really wanted to delve deeper into this line of thought, but the fact that he would drift off into thought reminded him once again of his poor ability to think.

His thoughts were still preoccupied with his teacher's wife.

The relationship between Master's wife and Lord of Snow River is like that of one entity, but no matter how strong Master's wife is, she is always subject to Lord of Snow River.

Because as long as the Lord of Snow River discovers that his "Shen Xuejun" has lost control of his thoughts, he can wake up directly from the dream and end all of "Shen Xuejun's" counterattacks.

"And there's more than one powerful being like the Lord of Snow River, isn't anyone going to do anything about these guys?"

Chu Mingkong had been so defiant in front of his master's wife, but now that he was alone, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness and sigh.

Chapter 201 Cucumber Butt Membrane

Chu Mingkong had a long chat with Shen Xuejun, and then entered a high-energy, diligent mode, relying on this momentum to practice hard without stopping.

While this inevitably involved intimate encounters with the girls, he also used his time alone to hone his various offensive techniques and solidify his combat strength.

Perhaps due to considerable pressure this time, Chu Mingkong's high-energy state lasted for a long time, showing no signs of easing even after seven or eight days.

This situation naturally attracted the attention of the women, and even the daughters found it difficult to get food from him.

Feng Ying arrived at Zuo Qiuchi's room and immediately smelled the fresh aroma of fruits and vegetables, along with the sound of chopping vegetables and melons.

Zuo Qiuchi controlled his sword intent, slicing the cucumber smoothly and nimbly.

Several sword lights flashed by, but the cucumber remained motionless, seemingly unharmed, but in reality, it had already been sliced ​​into cucumber slices, each slice as thin as a cicada's wing.

"What is Qiu Chi doing? Is he preparing to apply for a job as a meat slicer at a noodle shop? Life is so hard that even hiring a cook requires a sword immortal as a starting point."

Fengying joked as he walked to the window, sat down, picked up a piece of food, and put it in his mouth.

The texture is hard to describe because it's so thin that you can barely taste any flavor.

Zuo Qiuchi took out another cucumber, and in the blink of an eye, this cucumber also met its end, suffering a brutal fate of being torn to pieces. She said:

"No, I'm planning to do that for Donglu... Mingkong calls this thing beauty treatment."

Beauty, Fengying knows about that, skin care and stuff.

Of course, Feng Ying used this as a topic of conversation with the girl. This kind of beauty treatment was useless for female cultivators; it would be better to take a pill.

However, as soon as it's mentioned that something can nourish the skin, most women, whether they are nuns or not, will think about giving it a try, since it won't do any harm anyway.

"A face mask, right? You put it on your face."

"Wrong, it's peach membrane. I'll put some cucumber face mask on Donglu's buttocks to nourish them. Once they look better, I'll have Mingkong show them to Donglu so he won't bother me all the time. Donglu has been too arrogant lately anyway."

"...?"

A look of confusion appeared on Feng Ying's pretty face.

Where should I put the face mask?

She looked behind her and saw Zuo Donglu lying on the bed.

If Xiao Yunhan's emotions are as cold and indifferent as a snow-capped mountain, carrying a sense of distance that keeps people at arm's length, then Zuo Donglu, whose emotions are equally shallow, has a much gentler temperament.

However, she was more like a wisp of cloud on a celestial peak, ethereal and elusive, a woman who existed only in the world, untouched by worldly affairs.

Zuo Donglu didn't say anything when Zuo Qiuchi decided to treat his younger sister in such an outrageous way.

Under the stern authority of her elder sister Zuo Qiuchi, Zuo Donglu changed into thin clothes, wearing only an undergarment, with even her bodice left on the pillow.

Her two fair and beautiful legs were long and straight, slender and plump in perfect proportion. Her calves were slender, and her thighs were plump. The curves were soft and beautiful. The light fell on her delicate skin and spread out into the smooth luster of fine silk.

And the same is true of the full and perky shape that connects to these jade-like legs.

Zuo Donglu lay there, letting her sister do as she pleased, manipulating the little figure formed from her sword intent to duel with Zuo Qiuchi's sword intent little figure.

A miniature version of a sword duel, with flashing blades and crackling sounds.

It bears a striking resemblance to shadow puppetry.

It's unclear whether Zuo Donglu is deeply engrossed in her cultivation or simply having a great time and taking it seriously.

While Feng Ying remained silent, Zuo Qiuchi picked up a few slices of cucumber, ate a few to test the taste, and then applied them to Dong Lu, beginning her peach-shaped beauty treatment.

"Is this how you grow your peaches?" Feng Ying finally managed to squeeze out this question after a long while.

"Who has time to keep this thing? I'd rather sleep a little longer. Fengying, why don't you try it too? Throw your skirt aside and lie down next to Donglu, I'll stick it on for you too."

Zuo Qiuchi weighed the number of cucumber slices in his hand; he had cut a bit too many.

"...You two, master and disciple, are really outrageous. Your minds are all weird. I don't need to bother with you."

Feng Ying waved his hand, declining Zuo Qiuchi's kind invitation.

Zuo Qiuchi didn't take her sarcasm to heart. He lightly flicked Donglu's two plump and soft peach-like flesh with his fingertips and served her cucumber slices with the skill of throwing a hidden weapon.

"Then why did you come over here? Aren't you going to bring your cat?"

“Cat Cat doesn’t have to worry about not having anyone to take care of her. She can run into seven or eight elders who want to hold her as soon as she goes out. I came to ask you about Mingkong. What kind of pressure has he put on her this time? It’s rare that he has been able to work so hard for so many days.”

Despite her mixed feelings, Fengying was still mostly worried.

It's not uncommon for Chu Mingkong to train with such intense enthusiasm, but the fact that he's maintained that enthusiasm for so many days indicates that he's encountered significant problems.

"The only source of pressure right now is from the Heavenly Domain, and that pressure comes from multiple sources: the Moon River, the Buddhist sect, and Sword Tyrant Mountain..."

Zuo Qiuchi listed many things in one breath, just to illustrate one point—the pressure was so great that there was no need to consider what kind of pressure it was.

Her thinking was that if there was little pressure, it wasn't worth considering; if there was a lot of pressure, there was no need to consider it.

"But we still need to find out more. I'll call him over and ask him, and see if we can go out for a walk together to relax."

With a single note, Chu Mingkong quickly arrived at his master's precious room.

He was stunned when he entered the room and saw the elaborate setup of people applying face masks.

Chu Mingkong stared blankly for several moments before cautiously asking:

"Wow, what are they doing? Plating nude bodies? But they can't just put cucumbers on the plate. They could add some apples or something."

He walked over, picked up a slice and tasted it; the cucumber was crisp and refreshing, and still carried a faint warmth from his body.

Plating...?

This was yet another new term that Fengying and the others had never heard of, but they were too lazy to dwell on it now.

Fengying said, "Mingkong, I've seen you've been diligently cultivating for quite some time now. Why don't you go out for a stroll and have a chat?"

Chu Mingkong certainly wouldn't refuse; he vaguely guessed Feng Ying's original intentions and good intentions:

"Alright, I've been cultivating in Kunlun for a while now, it's time to go out and explore."

"Going to Xiling?" Zuo Donglu, who had been waiting for a while, suddenly spoke up.

"Why did you think of Xiling?" Chu Mingkong couldn't help but smile.

"I want to see the places you two, Qiu Chi and Ming Kong, once walked. I heard about your and Qiu Chi's heart tribulations in the Sword Dynasty, but I never saw Xiling. I'm quite curious."

Feng Ying raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"I don't think I've heard of this topic before. Even a lazy bum like Qiu Chi has a mental tribulation. Why don't you share it with me?"

"Get lost! What's with all that curiosity? Go eat some cucumber!"

Zuo Qiuchi grabbed a handful of cucumber slices from his sister's peach and stuffed them into Feng Ying's mouth.

With a charming smile, Feng Ying pulled Chu Mingkong to shield her from the bullet:

"Mingkong loves to eat, so tell Mingkong to open his mouth~"

Chu Mingkong then righteously and firmly placed his palm in front of him to show his refusal:

"What are you doing? I don't want those precious things you took down, Master!"