Chapter 259
“However, that person is different... You can't judge them by common standards.”
Mo Shumei crossed her legs and chuckled, “All men in this world are the same. With two legs and a certain... appendage, when they encounter a beautiful female cultivator, their little brains take over their big ones. What’s so different about them? With Qingran’s looks, what kind of man wouldn’t want her? Come on, tell me, I’d love to hear it!”
Li Qingran lowered her head, her toes nervously rubbing against the ground.
But she really needed Mo Shumei, her clever strategist, to offer some advice.
It was too torturous for her to bear the torment of longing and uncertainty alone.
“I—I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell anyone else!”
After a long pause, she finally squeezed out those words, her voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz.
“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word!” Mo Shumei perked up, sitting up straight and all ears.
“You—you swear to the heavens!” Li Qingran bit her lip.
“Alright! I, Mo, swear to the heavens!” Mo Shumei raised four fingers to the sky, solemnly declaring, “Today’s matter is known to heaven, earth, you, and me. If I tell anyone else, may I be struck by five bolts of lightning!”
Li Qingran stared at Mo Shumei for a moment, clenched her fists, and took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage.
Finally, she lifted her head, but her voice was so soft it felt like it could be blown away by the wind: “Master.”
She said, “The person I like is my master.”
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Chapter 277: Is This the Master’s Wife?
“Master… Master?”
Mo Shumei was stunned, her mind blank as she stammered, “That… the Sword Pavilion’s ancestor?”
At that moment, she was still wondering if her master had someone else in mind.
Until she saw Li Qingran shyly lower her head, her chin bobbing twice.
The answer was clear.
“I—I can’t believe it.” Mo Shumei gaped at Li Qingran, “You’re going against your master…”
Li Qingran quickly covered Mo Shumei’s mouth, her pretty face flushed with urgency as she stammered, “What are you saying! I haven’t done anything yet…”
It took Mo Shumei a while to pry her hand away.
Now that Li Qingran had reached the Golden Core stage, she was quite formidable.
At the same time, Mo Shumei calmed down.
It made sense; if the person Li Qingran liked was the Sword Pavilion’s ancestor, then indeed, this was not something that could be judged by common sense, and he was different from all the other men in the world. Because this person was no longer a man.
He was practically a male “antique.”
Could a male antique be the same as a man?
Old men are said to have depth.
But what about a male antique…
Mo Shumei, well-read, found herself at a loss for words to describe it, only able to look at Li Qingran with a complex expression.
“Um… Qingran, do you know how old your master is?”
“No, I don’t.” Li Qingran pouted.
“Do you know if your master has a partner?”
“I… I don’t know either.”
“Ah.” Mo Shumei sighed, “Let’s not talk about age for now; he’s at least a thousand years old. How could someone who’s lived for a thousand years not have a partner? So I think the first thing you need to figure out is whether your master has a partner.”
Li Qingran fell silent.
She really hadn’t seriously considered this question.
After all, her master usually acted alone.
She just naturally assumed he didn’t have a partner, and when her senior sister asked, she directly said no, but she had never heard her master say it himself.
“Okay, I get it!”
After a while, Li Qingran raised her head, her expression serious: “I’ll find out about this soon!”
As soon as she finished speaking, a mysterious calling surged from her heart. Her chest felt warm—that was the sensation coming from her life-bound artifact.
Li Qingran immediately summoned her life-bound artifact.
The calling grew stronger.
It was her master calling her, urging her to use the technique
Her master needed her help!
Without a second thought, Li Qingran pressed her hand on the artifact.
At the same time, she said to the demon cultivator girl, “Shumei, I need to leave for a while. Please help me guard!”
There was no danger in her master’s little world.
She was mainly worried about others being concerned about her situation.
So she needed Mo Shumei to watch over and explain.
To prevent anyone from barging in and interrupting her connection with her master.
“Ah? Oh.”
Mo Shumei didn’t quite understand but still responded.
The next moment, Li Qingran lay down straight. Mo Shumei hurriedly stepped forward to catch her and laid her on the bed.
After sensing carefully, she realized Li Qingran’s yang soul had already left her body.
“Why didn’t you say where you were going?”
Mo Shumei retreated to the door, sitting down with a helpless sigh: “This girl is great in every way, but why does she have to go against her master?! It’s so rebellious… I hope she won’t get her heart broken by the Sword Pavilion’s ancestor.”
【This girl’s yang soul has left her body, and she’s probably using some secret technique to find her master.】
The Soul Abyss trembled at Mo Shumei’s waist.
It had been much quieter lately.
It only spoke up when Li Qingran wasn’t around.
It knew that as long as Li Qingran was present, the old monster from the Dongxu realm could sense it at any moment, and it could be refined if he ever took a dislike to it.
But it hadn’t given up.
With Mo Shumei’s personality, she wouldn’t stay in the little world forever.
Now it was biding its time, waiting for the right moment to act.
“Is she really going to find the Sword Pavilion’s ancestor…” Mo Shumei frowned, “With the ancestor’s strength, why isn’t he the one looking for her? That would be much safer; the yang soul is incredibly fragile.”
【Why worry about so much? If you’re bored… why not let me out to play? Hehe!】
“Sure.” Mo Shumei sneered, “Then I’ll take you to the Sword Tomb right now and let you out for some fresh air!”
【No—!】
The Soul Abyss fell silent, not saying another word.
A demon blade entering the Sword Tomb.
What’s the difference between that and throwing a lamb into a wolf pack?
Mo Shumei snorted lightly.
Crossing her legs, she savored her fragrant tea.
Such a leisurely life should last at least three to five years before anything else.
…
Summoning an electronic girlfriend requires a special ritual.
Actually, it’s not that special.
You just need to set up a formation in an open space.
“Governor, where’s the beautiful sister you mentioned?”
“She’ll be here soon.” Chen Huai’an replied, exasperated.
He placed the last spirit stone down—this was the eighth time the little girl had asked this question.
Can’t she have a little patience?
“But Governor, it’s already twelve-thirty.” Lin Lingling glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes ago, an elder from Qingfeng Sect had appeared and announced the start of the Demon Hunting Conference using a sound transmission technique.
Other sects had already begun their actions.
Their own sect was still sitting around, even setting up a formation to summon a beautiful sister.
Lin Lingling thought, I can’t believe this.
“Governor, you’re not afraid of battle, are you?” Lin Lingling looked at Chen Huai’an suspiciously, pouting, “Tsk, what a weakling… If you really can summon a beautiful sister, I’ll eat my phone.”
The next moment, the formation lit up.
Li Qingran appeared at the center of the formation, dressed in a simple skirt with a sword at her side, exuding an ethereal aura.
Lin Lingling: “!!!”
Oh my goodness, he really summoned a beautiful sister!
Although the revival of spiritual energy had already shattered her worldview, seeing the governor bring someone back to life shattered it once more.
Chen Huai’an shot a sidelong glance at Lin Lingling, a smug look on his face: “Eat your phone! Eat—!”
“Master~” a soft voice floated over.
Chen Huai’an felt a tickle at his neck, his body going weak halfway.
Wait a minute.
This shouldn’t be happening.
He wasn’t new to Li Qingran’s voice.
He heard it every day in the game; he shouldn’t be reacting this strongly.
Chen Huai’an turned around and locked eyes with a pair of watery orbs.
Those eyes were gentle and bright, as if they had traversed countless worlds just to reach his, filled with endless warmth and a hint of budding affection.
In that instant, Chen Huai’an stood there, momentarily speechless.
He thought he had already grown accustomed to Li Qingran’s beauty.
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