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

Fengying felt like he had come for nothing, gaining little combat experience and suffering a wasted ordeal, which was quite unlucky.

However, she did not do nothing. She ambushed and killed the saint of Sword Tyrant Mountain, and the saint sword cultivator hanging in mid-air now was also captured by her.

"What nonsense! Feng Ying, you did something too. Now that we're back, let's see if Nong Yu can perform a soul search on this Saint. It would be best if she could dig out some information about that Heavenly Sword God."

“The Heavenly Sword God… is that the one those Saintly Sword Cultivators mentioned before we appeared in that cave? Their beckoning to the ‘new disciple’ seems to be for the Heavenly Sword God’s benefit. Mingkong, the power of your move just now might be useful against that great being from Sword Tyrant Mountain.”

Hearing Feng Ying's words, Chu Mingkong nodded.

He had actually considered this as well. With his current strength, he couldn't rise to a level where he could compete with these beings in a short period of time. The two Holy Venerables of Sword Tyrant Mountain had also mentioned this matter, and it was impossible for another similar being to emerge.

This has nothing to do with talent, but rather with the resources that come first and are occupied by those who arrive first.

If we could harness the two extreme forces of time, we might have a chance to take one of them away.

If the Heavenly Sword God were to die suddenly, then Chu Mingkong could seize the opportunity to absorb his power. Even if he couldn't absorb it all, he should still have a chance to close the gap between himself and those beings.

Chu Mingkong abruptly changed the subject, focusing on the little fox:

"However, I still have to thank Xiao Zhuyan and Zhu Tong this time. Not only did they risk their lives to gather intelligence, but they also inadvertently gave me this opportunity to conduct an experiment."

"Hehe~ No need to thank me, sir!"

The little fox was so excited and happy that its tail could hardly be called a wag; it was practically spinning like a windmill.

Chapter 222 Combing Hair

Back in the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Palace, before Chu Mingkong even arrived, the little fox was already happily running around everywhere, as if it were home.

But I can understand her feelings. She accidentally entered the spirit pet's cage, and before she could even squeeze into the middle, she couldn't see anything. Now that she's back in a safe place, it's understandable that she's excited.

Chu Mingkong first went to check the teleportation array outside the Spirit Palace and indeed found Aunt Donglu's location.

Before the array inscribed with the wisdom of spatial laws, a beautiful woman with gray hair in a bun sat upright. Her posture was dignified and upright, her slender waist supporting her full energy and bearing her plump and full breasts, as well as her plump and round buttocks.

However, what is more noteworthy is the sword array traps that surround her, as well as the remaining traces of the battle.

There seems to be a story behind this...

Chu Mingkong was worried that if he accidentally discovered the teleportation array in the Spirit Palace's forbidden area was open and teleported over with Feng Ying and the others, he might get a beating from Zuo Donglu.

Then, after finishing the attack, I realized I had attacked the wrong person...

Chu Mingkong told the two foxes, "You go in first," before speaking to Zuo Donglu. With him around, even the most lively little fox would become reserved in certain situations.

This kind of restraint is similar to etiquette such as "you can't start eating until the host has started, and you can't step over the threshold before entering the house."

Watching them go inside first, Feng Ying and Yun Nongyu stayed by Chu Mingkong's side.

He walked over and started talking to Aunt Donglu:

"Are you busy?"

"I was busy before, but I'm not busy now; I'm just meditating."

"These results look pretty good, but have enemies escaped from the portal again?"

"Yes, just the day before yesterday, I had Wanxiangyu open a teleportation portal, just like last time, only opening the one in Yanling City. After that, some sword cultivators came out. They seemed to be disciples and grand-disciples of that Bone Sword Saint Venerable, bringing magic weapons, sword diagrams and the like to avenge him."

So that's how those battle scars came about...

It seems that it was Sword Tyrant Mountain who discovered the flaw in the Spirit Palace teleportation gate, and it was all the same group of Sword Tyrant Mountain cultivators who were closely related to Bone Sword Saint Venerable.

"That's a real pity. The remains of the Bone Sword Saint were killed by his accomplices. Otherwise, he and his disciples and grand-disciples could have been buried here together."

Chu Mingkong said it was a pity, but his smile was undisguised.

"Donglu, you must have obtained quite a few treasures. Did any of these sword cultivators drop anything good?"

The Wind Shadow's focus is far too materialistic!

But Chu Mingkong was also curious about the spoils of war. Even if the equipment drops were bad, it was still better than nothing!

Zuo Donglu pointed to a small pit nearby, where many treasures were displayed, and said:

“There are quite a few medicinal liquids there; it seems they all refine the medicinal liquids into sword oil for use.”

"Then we won't need it."

Fengying quickly took stock of the items and found it quite a pity.

Yun Nongyu was still able to discover truly useful treasures from them. Her fair and beautiful feet, like light water skimming, gracefully walked to the edge of the pit. Although they came into contact with the mud and flowers, her tender white feet remained spotless.

She picked up several jade sword guards, which are the handguards between the blade and the hilt, but it seemed that these jade sword guards had other uses in Sword Master Mountain.

"This should be a disciple's token of Sword Tyrant Mountain, a pass for entering and exiting important places, similar to the tokens we have. The sword cultivator that Donglu dealt with, apart from being a disciple of the Bone Sword Saint Venerable, probably also holds a prominent position within Sword Tyrant Mountain."

Upon hearing Yun Nongyu's explanation, Feng Ying smiled in surprise:

"That's really a good thing. We'll probably need it later. Passes are valuable no matter where you put them!"

Chu Mingkong felt that the teleportation portal had become a spawn point for monsters that drop loot...

"I was worried about the safety of my home before, but now I'm actually starting to regret that only the Bone Sword Saint lineage of Sword Tyrant Mountain knows about this. If more people knew, there would be so much more equipment that could be obtained!"

"That's just too unethical..." While Feng Ying was mocking Chu Mingkong, an interest ignited on her charming face.

Clearly, murder and robbery, especially murder and robbery committed in a justifiable manner, are very much in line with her profession.

After chatting for a while, Chu Mingkong decided not to go too far.

"Alright, it's best not to open this portal for now. Let's lie low for a while and wait for Grandma Basheng and the others to arrive."

Back in the Palace of Illusion, Chu Mingkong finally felt safe and secure as he arrived in the Heavenly Realm.

I had just arrived and it took a lot of time and effort, but the rewards were plentiful.

At least, Chu Mingkong has established confidence in dealing with the Holy Venerable, and no longer needs to be timid and hesitant, engaging in various battles of wits and courage with thin air.

His successive defeat of three Holy Venerables is enough to show that he now has a foothold in the Heavenly Realm, and the conditions are even better than when Grandma Basheng ascended to Heaven.

Of course, back in Grandma Basheng's time, these giants of the Heavenly Domain hadn't yet become so fiercely competitive, and her opponents were limited to Sword Tyrant Mountain.

Strategically, one can confidently despise the opponent, but tactically, one must still take the enemy seriously.

During the time he was waiting for his grandmother, Chu Mingkong also realized that there was still one thing he could do—harmonious cultivation!

We must always prioritize harmonious cultivation as a primary means of development and advancement, clearly defining the cultivation goal as using the clash of opposing forces as a crucial foundation. At the same time, we must emphasize quality during the cultivation process, avoiding a sole focus on immediate benefits and neglecting the inner feelings of the female members of the community. In practice, we must adhere to two key points…

After entering the Spirit Palace, Chu Mingkong briefly mentioned his trip and then went to ask the women how they were adapting to the new environment.

Jin Yu, needless to say, has adapted very well and has already started bickering with Mi'er again. However, after Xiao Zhu Yan returned, she immediately hugged this "little pet" and became very affectionate with the fluffy, snow-white little creature.

Chu Mingkong thought that if he were nearby, Jin Yu's attention would mostly be on him, and she wouldn't be able to get to know Xiao Zhu Yan.

So he went to find Madam Zhen's room. Yongzhen and Madam Zhen were still in their room, probably resting and unaware of his return.

Chu Mingkong arrived at the boudoir of Madam Zhen and her daughter. The two were sitting in front of the dressing table, helping each other comb their hair.

“Mingkong, we knew you were back when we heard Jinyu’s movements. She just got up to get ready.”

Madam Zhen spoke softly, a gentle smile playing on her beautiful face, expressing her joy and relief at Chu Mingkong's return.

Seeing that Yongzhen had just started combing her hair, Chu Mingkong walked over and said:

"Now that I'm here, there's no need to comb my hair anymore. Chatting inside is just as good. Yongzhen is at the stage where she wants to rest all day long now~"

"It's just that I sleep a little more sometimes, I'm still more active most of the time..." Yongzhen was very strong-willed even in such small matters, as if resting more was something she felt guilty about.

"Yongzhen, Madam Zhen, please sit down, I'll comb your hair."

Chapter 223 Yongzhen Produces Cat Food

Combing hair is actually a meticulous matter. In Chu Mingkong's experience, maids had to undergo training before they could formally comb the hair of the ladies of the household.

Chu Mingkong couldn't possibly delve into such matters, but that didn't stop him from seeking out the Queen Mother of the West to learn this skill.

They used to be good at cooking, so it goes without saying that they could handle something as basic as combing hair.

"They took the skills from me, but they haven't even combed my hair yet~" the Queen Mother of the West sighed.

Chu Mingkong didn't know how to respond at the moment, so he could only take advantage of Yongzhen and Madam Zhen's inattention to secretly give his mother an awkward smile.

Before the dressing table, two stunningly beautiful women, mother and daughter, sat side by side, their exquisite faces reflected in the bronze mirror.

Yongzhen hadn't changed yet, still wearing the plain white undergarment she wore to bed. The thin fabric clung softly to her curves, and the upper part of her dress seemed fuller and more lustrous than before, exuding a rich, subtle milky fragrance. Her waist, however, remained as slender as ever. Madam Zhen, standing beside her, had already changed into a strapless palace dress. Her demeanor was dignified and noble, breathtakingly beautiful. The strapless dress slightly pressed against her proud, snow-white breasts, revealing her already exquisite figure. Yet, her mature, serene face was no less striking than her own body.

"Mingkong, you've never combed a woman's hair before, have you? You mustn't use your brute force; you have to comb it slowly."

Madam Zhen reminded him from the side, watching Chu Mingkong's movements carefully.

She was worried that Mingkong might be combing his hair when he suddenly realized it was stuck, and then he'd forcefully try to fix it with a strong stroke—she really didn't know what to say then...

After all, Chu Mingkong's impression on the girls was that although he was rough around the edges, he was mostly rough around the edges (meaning he was careless in small matters).

“Madam Zhen, what are you saying? I will naturally take my time with Yongzhen’s hair! Besides, Yongzhen’s hair is so soft that I can’t exert any force even if I try.

"It's different~ Even Yongzhen's hair gets stuck when you comb it, because sometimes several strands of hair get tangled and stuck in the same comb groove, which is just like a knot."

Madam Zhen still gave a lot of instructions. Although it sounded like she was nagging, she actually hurt Yongzhen when she combed her hair, leaving her with some resentment. Later, when Chu Mingkong learned his lesson and gained experience, his combing of Yongzhen's hair was smooth, natural, and didn't get stuck.

This comparison, doesn't it imply some kind of differential treatment?

Yongzhen is not petty, but during her pregnancy, her emotions tend to become more sensitive.

"It's alright. I'll remind Mingkong if the card is issued," Yongzhen said with a soft laugh.

After Chu Mingkong started combing her hair, Yongzhen first felt a tingling, itchy sensation on her scalp, which was extremely pleasant, spreading from her hair to her brain.

Chu Mingkong was gently rubbing her scalp and hair roots with the wooden teeth of a comb, finding the right amount of force and angle.

Yongzhen's delicate neck skin broke out in goosebumps, a sign of comfort.

As the comb slowly "flows" through the hair, like a stream crossing a waterway, it feels incredibly natural, and the tingling sensation disappears with each stroke.

The comb returned to the scalp, and that itchy feeling came back...

Throughout this whole process, Yongzhen felt as if Chu Mingkong was giving her a hair massage.

When Madam Zhen saw this, she was slightly stunned.