Chapter 646: Chapter 525: You See... You Still Say You Don’t Like Me

Hundred Generations Book.

Tushan Moon God Peak, beneath the Moon God Tree.

After nearly ten days of the Moon God Tree’s blessing, the young woman beneath it slowly opened her eyes.

"Not bad, not bad at all."

Tushan Meng walked over, looked at Tushan Jing Ci, and nodded in satisfaction.

"As expected of the one I’ve chosen. The Moon God Tree has a natural affinity for you. A single day of your cultivation here is as effective as several days for other members of the race."

"You praise me too much, Grand Elder. It was simply good fortune on my part," Tushan Jing Ci said, standing up with a humble smile.

Still, Tushan Jing Ci couldn’t help but feel inwardly astonished by the Moon God Tree’s effects.

’My Realm was stuck at the Early-stage Golden Core Realm, but now it’s starting to loosen. In just a few more days, I should be able to break through to the mid-stage.’

’And all this has happened in just a few short days.’

"Hahaha... Your humble demeanor is just like your mother’s when she was young." Tushan Meng chuckled, her gaze tinged with reminiscence.

"Jing Ci, you should go back and get some rest. Also, I still hope you will become Tushan’s Saintess. This isn’t just for Tushan, but for you and Xiao Mo as well."

"For me and Xiao Mo?" Tushan Jing Ci’s eyes blinked, her heart tightening slightly.

"You like Xiao Mo, don’t you?" Tushan Meng said with a gentle smile.

"Grand Elder, what are you talking about? Why would I ever like Xiao Mo..." Although her feelings had been exposed, Tushan Jing Ci denied it with a smile, but a sense of caution had already risen in her heart.

"Jing Ci, there’s no need to hide it."

Tushan Meng sighed, her tone sincere.

"I’m not some hidebound traditionalist. In my eyes, what does a person’s race or bloodline have to do with who you love?"

"But just because I don’t think that way doesn’t mean others feel the same." She paused, her gaze profound as she looked at Tushan Jing Ci.

"Jing Ci, if you want to silence them, the only way is to stand at the very peak. When you become the Saintess of our Tushan Race, the future matriarch, will anyone still dare to gossip then?"

"..." Tushan Jing Ci lowered her head, her slender fingers unconsciously fiddling with each other as she seemed to be deep in thought.

"Alright, Xiao Mo is living in the courtyard at the very end of Hundred Flowers Lane. You can go find him yourself."

Seeing that Tushan Jing Ci was already wavering, Tushan Meng said no more, only adding with heartfelt earnestness,

"But I hope you... will seriously consider what I just said."

...

"Young Master, I can’t take it anymore..."

"No more, Young Master..."

"I really can’t go on, Young Master..."

"Oh my, Young Master, you’re such a devil..."

In the room, Xiang Niang was hugging a long, soft, cotton-stuffed pillow, her body twisting and writhing. She repeatedly pressed her lips against the pillow, muttering ceaselessly as if in a dream.

Meanwhile, to one side of the room, Xiao Mo leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. He sipped it unhurriedly, watching the scene before him with a placid expression.

The previous night, Xiao Mo had long since sensed Xiang Niang’s intentions.

He hadn’t drunk that cup of tea at all.

On the contrary, the moment he took the teacup, Xiao Mo had discreetly cast an Illusion Technique on Xiang Niang.

Everything that had happened last night was nothing more than Xiang Niang’s own hallucination.

That being said, if any ordinary man had witnessed Xiang Niang’s dreamy murmurs and seductive movements from within her illusion, he probably would have found it difficult to control himself.

Xiao Mo shook his head, got up, and walked out of the room to make breakfast in the kitchen.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Illusion Technique gradually faded, and Xiang Niang slowly opened her eyes on the bed.

Her eyes were still hazy, filled with the same satisfied languor as a flower nourished by morning dew.

But soon enough, Xiang Niang realized that what she was hugging tightly was not Xiao Mo, but a person-sized cotton pillow.

She froze for a moment. Then, her already flushed cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red, spreading all the way to her ears.

Xiang Niang was, after all, a Cultivator at the Perfection-stage Dragon Gate Realm. At this point, how could she not know what had happened?

’I’ve been put under an Illusion Technique!’

’Does that mean... I was writhing against a pillow all night?’

The more she thought about it, the angrier Xiang Niang became. She scrambled off the bed in a huff, yanked open the door, and saw Xiao Mo sitting leisurely in the courtyard, eating breakfast.

Xiao Mo turned his head and glanced at Xiang Niang coolly. "Since you’re up, come have a bite. But before that, you should probably change your clothes. It is broad daylight, after all."

"..."

Xiang Niang looked down at the sheer gauze nightgown she was wearing. Her skin was faintly visible beneath the fabric. Even for someone as bold as her, she felt a bit ashamed to be dressed like this in broad daylight.

She slammed the door shut, changed into an elegant, light pink dress, and then came back out. She sat down sullenly beside Xiao Mo and picked up a steamed bun.

She bit into the bun with particular force, as if it were Xiao Mo himself, and chewed resentfully.

But as she chewed, she suddenly looked down at the bun in her hand in surprise, her eyes blinking. "This bun... did you make this, Young Master?"

"I just threw them together," Xiao Mo said, taking a sip of millet porridge. His tone was light. "They’re nothing special, Miss. Just make do."

"Hmph..."

Xiang Niang was still a little annoyed, but the bun was genuinely delicious. Before she knew it, much of her sullen anger had already melted away.

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