Chapter 125
Tonight, I’ll work overtime to make something for my Master.
“Should I use old clothes for my Master…” Li Qingran bent down and dragged out a small box from under the bed, filled with old clothes she had brought from Wanqing Mountain. Some were even torn, but she had kept them all.
For cultivators, their bodies, having undergone the process of refining, were crystal clear and free of impurities.
Even if clothes were worn for a long time, they wouldn’t smell from sweat; the sweat was just like ordinary water.
So naturally, the clothes wouldn’t get dirty.
However, she had washed off some blood and dirt left from battles.
“Pouches and storage bags are personal items, so they need to be made from the softest and finest materials.”
As Li Qingran murmured to herself, she carefully laid out the neatly stacked clothes, one by one.
Finally, her gaze landed on her own belly band.
Without a doubt, this fabric was the softest and most delicate, after all, it would be in direct contact with the skin.
But…
Li Qingran’s face grew redder as she held the belly band, her ears burning.
Would it be inappropriate to use this fabric for the storage bag and pouch…?
If her Master found out, she would be utterly embarrassed!
“No, my Master isn’t watching right now. As long as I don’t say anything, he’ll never know.” Li Qingran steadied her mind, taking a deep breath, her brain momentarily relieved from the suffocating tension.
Her Master had given her so much; therefore, what she made for him must be the best.
Her Master never hesitated to help her, so she shouldn’t be overly sentimental when it came to giving back.
“Decided! I’ll use this fabric!”
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“It’s really hard to kill a Core Formation cultivator.”
Chen Huai'an turned off his phone, replaying the battle that had been worth three hundred thousand in his mind.
The smiling Buddha seemed to have been cut into pieces, but he was likely still alive.
Because he hadn’t received any fragments from either the demonic cultivator or the righteous one.
And, strangely, no equipment had dropped at all.
Or rather, do righteous cultivators not drop fragments?
He leaned towards the idea that Leng Chanjin hadn’t been completely killed.
But even if he wasn’t dead, he must be severely injured; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so terrified when he was being slaughtered.
For these cultivators, losing their realm and cultivation was far more painful than having their flesh cut.
Leng Chanjin probably wouldn’t be appearing in the Cangyun Realm for a while.
“Next, I’ll see if Li Qingran will give me the pouches and storage bags made from the clothes tomorrow.”
Chen Huai'an lay back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling light as if in a staring contest.
He had always doubted whether the world within this companion spirit was real.
If it wasn’t real, then how could the details of Li Qingran refining spirit herbs for him be so perfect?
It was originally meant to reward him with a pill; was it really necessary to be so detailed?
He could have skipped some of the hardcore stuff and just given him the reward.
But if it was a real world, he couldn’t touch it…
Moreover, his strength in that world didn’t make sense either.
A mere three hundred thousand, though just a Core Formation experience card, was still terrifying and felt out of place.
So, he conducted a small experiment.
Originally, his punishment wasn’t this.
He just wanted to see if he could really interact with the characters in the game.
If tomorrow he didn’t receive the pouches and storage bags made by Li Qingran, or if the materials for the pouches and storage bags were brand new and not made from old clothes, then he would give up on any delusions. That would basically confirm that the world in the game was fake, merely a resource world existing for him.
Without him, this world would perish.
“Really nerve-wracking…”
Whether this world was real or fake didn’t matter.
And whether he could successfully treat his cancer at the Demon-Slaying Division tomorrow was uncertain…
As Chen Huai'an pondered, drowsiness swept over him, and he gradually fell into a dream.
On the windowsill, the Ba Ji opened one eye, curling its legs back into a meditative position.
The little Qing in the water basin had been upright all day and could finally sink into the water to rest for a while.
A night passed in silence.
The summer moon hung like a hook.
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Chapter 133: Real or Fake? Should I Ask Customer Service? (Hua Zi Ling Ye +1)
Qingyun Sect—
It had been some time since his dantian was destroyed.
Lu Changtian initially wallowed in self-pity, but he had mostly calmed down now.
A few days ago, Daoist Qingxuan found a pill for him, boosting his physical strength to the level of a perfected Qi Refinement stage. However, the damage to his body was severe; his meridians were nearly shattered. If he couldn’t repair his dantian, he could only live for another five years at most.
The Central Continent Secret Realm was his only chance.
“But a perfected Qi Refinement stage is just cannon fodder in the Central Continent Secret Realm, sigh…”
How could he stand out in the Central Continent Secret Realm without strength?
And if he didn’t stand out, how could he catch the eye of the big shots from the holy lands and receive opportunities?
It was a vicious cycle.
In his cave dwelling, Lu Changtian finished a set of boxing techniques, staring silently at his nearly bulging, bare torso reflected in the water pool.
He didn’t like being so muscular.
He preferred the ethereal look he had before.
But he had no choice.
“Brother Changtian~~”
Mu Baishuang’s voice rang out from outside the cave.
Lu Changtian snapped back to reality, the frown on his brow disappearing, replaced by a smile.
During this time, Mu Baishuang had come to see him every day.
He could say that her companionship was the main reason he was able to quickly overcome the shadow of his destroyed dantian.
He could feel her concern and care for him.
Every time he thought of his little junior sister’s sweet and adorable face, he was filled with motivation and confidence.
“Junior sister, come in.”
He didn’t bother putting on a shirt; after all, she had seen him like this more than once, and there was no need for awkwardness between them.
Mu Baishuang bounced in, hands behind her back, and quickly caught sight of Lu Changtian’s bare upper body. Her smile dimmed slightly, and a flicker of barely concealed disgust crossed her eyes.
Damn pervert, filthy rogue.
Every time she came, he was shirtless.
Did he think she wanted to see that?
But she still pretended to act shy, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, pouting as she said:
“Oh my~ Brother Changtian’s muscles look so good! My heart flutters every time I see them~”
Lu Changtian felt a warmth in his heart, his lips curving up, but he managed to hold back, clearing his throat and asking, “What brings you here, junior sister?”
“Hehe, I have good news!” She revealed her hands from behind her back, holding a book of body refinement techniques, grinning, “Brother Changtian, this is the body refinement technique I found for you! I bought it from the auction house outside the sect, and I emptied my little savings! They say this technique is really powerful; you should take a look!”
Lu Changtian gazed at the beaming Mu Baishuang.
His heart felt like it was on fire, and his eyes grew misty.
After his dantian was destroyed, all the halo of genius around him vanished, and the once-admiring gazes were replaced with mockery and disdain. He knew well the warmth and coldness of human relationships; the only ones who truly cared for him were his Master and his fellow disciples. Among them, Mu Baishuang was the best, coming to comfort him every day, and now she had even spent her savings to buy him a body refinement technique…
What had he done to deserve this?
That traitor Li Qingran and his little junior sister were in no way comparable!
“Thank you, Baishuang.” Lu Changtian choked as he accepted the book, burying his determination to protect his little junior sister deep in his heart.
Even though he knew this body refinement technique might not be of much use.
After all, if his Master hadn’t found a suitable body refinement technique, how could his junior sister find one?
“Brother Changtian, you mustn’t tell Master that I gave you this technique, okay~”
Mu Baishuang stepped closer, gazing intently at Lu Changtian, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint: “If Master finds out, he’ll definitely scold me for buying you random techniques.”
Lu Changtian nodded.
He lowered his head to look at the book.
Just one glance, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
This body refinement technique was incredibly intricate, forming its own system.
Moreover, as long as he ensured sufficient meat intake, his cultivation speed would soar; it was definitely not some low-tier trash.
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