Pain!
Such pain!
My head hurts so much!
Li Muqun felt as if he had just woken from the most absurd dream imaginable.
In that dream, it seemed he was doing some shameful, hidden deeds with Luozhilan.
He tried to recall the details, but his head throbbed unbearably, as if it had been soaked underwater for a long time, swollen and numb.
Hiss… still groggy, Li Muqun turned over and sat up from the bed. His limbs weren’t as painful as his head, but they felt stiff and numb in a way he couldn’t describe.
Where is this place?
He looked around the unfamiliar room, then pushed the door open. Brilliant starlight shone down, reflected by a mirror-like celestial dome.
This is… Congealed Fat Peak?
A gentle breeze came, slightly easing the headache. Fragments of memory flooded back immediately.
Climbing the peak to cultivate, encountering hardships, the Master summoned me and gave me Danchamber.
Oh, right, I took Danchamber to aid my cultivation. The Master helped adjust my Qi, then sent me to this side chamber to continue training.
But why do my memories feel somewhat fragmented?
Something felt off, yet he couldn’t pinpoint what.
Each time he sensed something wrong, a flash of purple light would flicker in his mind, extinguishing his desire to investigate further.
Forget it. What harm could there be?
Someone’s providing Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for your cultivation; that’s a blessing, isn’t it?
Speaking of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, a figure of pink mist suddenly appeared in Li Muqun’s mind.
He vaguely remembered this pink mist was called Vitality Qi, refined by Luozhilan, extremely precious and highly beneficial to cultivation.
The Master said it was very useful, but Li Muqun had no idea exactly how.
Just the thought of these treasures made him feel parched and dizzy, as if craving to inhale some immediately and meditate.
No wonder the Master is a Golden Core Cultivator with such insight.
She treats these treasures as if they were common household items, while I’ve never even heard of them.
Suppressing the restless thoughts, Li Muqun sighed to himself.
Suddenly, a clear, crisp voice sounded before him.
“Hey hey hey, Li Muqun, are you still alive?”
It was Luo Dan’er, her face full of grievance as she reluctantly carried a pile of clothes, floating over on a gust of wind.
Like some trigger in the underlying code, Li Muqun ignored the headache and quickly shot back a sarcastic remark.
“Oh, the sun rises from the west! Miss Dan’er actually graces me with a personal visit.”
“Who wants to bother with you! If Mother Superior hadn’t ordered me to bring you clothes, I wouldn’t waste my sight on you, you stinky pig’s trotters!”
Luo Dan’er snapped back with sharp words.
If she hadn’t been holding those clothes, Li Muqun suspected she might have lunged forward to scratch his face.
He warned her cautiously, “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll complain to the Master.”
After enduring a series of troubles earlier, he understood.
Luo Dan’er might have cultivation and age, but essentially, she was just a child with the mental maturity of barely twenty, an ultimate, invincible, super clingy mama’s girl.
Even Freud probably never studied someone so repressed.
He had no desire to argue with her. No grown-up would quarrel with a child.
The best way to discipline such a brat is to report to their parent.
“Tch, who’s coming over!”
Faced with Li Muqun’s threat, Luo Dan’er indeed stopped her clawing motions, but her verbal assault continued unabated:
“Trash! Lazybones! Big pig’s trotters!”
“Don’t think you can use sweet talk to fool Mother Superior and bully others! Once she sees your true colors, she’ll definitely kick you out of Congealed Fat Peak.”
“Alright, alright, Miss Dan’er, remember to chat more with the Master about this, and get me expelled from the sect as soon as possible.”
Li Muqun accepted the clothes and patted Luo Dan’er’s fragrant shoulder, saying seriously, “Consider it done.”
“You, you, you—”
Never having been mocked like this before, Luo Dan’er’s delicate face flushed bright red.
With a shout, she vanished from sight.
Little brat, I’ve got you figured out.
Li Muqun raised his brow with pride.
But this can’t go on forever. I should find a way to get along with this female brat.
Sigh! Compared to her, Jiang Shimei is cuter.
Back inside the room, Li Muqun examined the clothes in his hands and realized they weren’t ordinary garments but Spiritual Garments woven from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
The garment’s texture was like ice silk, cool and smooth to the touch, soft as nothing.
Once worn, it could change size and shape at will with a thought, displaying various styles.
More importantly, the material was extraordinary—impervious to blades and bullets, resistant to fire and water.
Spiritual energy hitting it would be largely absorbed, greatly enhancing defense.
This was truly excellent gear for traveling or fighting bandits.
This Spiritual Garment could easily rival a rare Magical Treasure!
The Master was so generous.
Li Muqun’s heart stirred deeply.
Recalling the Danchamber specially refined for him earlier, he was moved beyond words.
It seemed the Master had truly changed!
In that case, I must train hard to repay her!
He infused Spiritual Energy into the garment, and with a thought, it shifted into various forms before him: armor, exoskeleton, external skin.
Finally, it took the shape of a simple black robe, quietly held in Li Muqun’s hands.
“In that case, I’ll give you a name.”
He gently stroked the black robe’s fabric; the hem fluttered as if responding to him.
“From now on, you shall be called the [HsPs-15 Series Drive Armor].”
?
The robe’s hem suddenly froze midair, then shook violently.
“Oh? Not happy with that name? How about [Tactical Manifestation Unit (CR-UNIT)]?”
The hem shook even more fiercely.
“Still no? No problem, I have plenty of names: One Who Stands by the Abyss, Mark 42, Astartes Power Armor, Pegasus Cloth…”
“None of these work?”
After reciting a long list, the Spiritual Garment still seemed dissatisfied.
Li Muqun frowned and scolded, “Not this, not that. What name do you want?”
Glancing around, the dark sky held only a faintly glowing Remnant Moon.
So, as punishment, he said, “If you keep being picky, I’ll name you ‘Remnant Moon,’ like the moon in the sky—weathered by wind and sun, never whole.”
~
The black robe’s hem relaxed, seeming to accept the name.
Really?
Li Muqun was speechless.
As expected of a Spiritual Garment with limited intelligence, no taste at all.
He wore the black robe with little enthusiasm and stepped back inside.
Forget arguing with a Spiritual Garment. I have more important matters!
Cultivation!
Start cultivating!
No time can be wasted!
As the saying goes:
Practice a moment more, and cultivation deepens in the heart.
Practice half a clock less, and Daoist Techniques will never open.
He crossed his legs and settled into meditation, calming his mind.
But today’s cultivation was not as smooth as usual.
The more he cultivated, the more an inner restlessness surged, making him uneasy and unable to settle even for his favorite Qi Refinement stage.
Something was missing, wasn’t it?
Li Muqun scratched his head and felt feverish. After much effort, he finally reached a settled state.
The next day, stretching and yawning after meditation, Li Muqun stepped outside his room and found Luo Dan’er squatting at the door.
She looked up, her pretty face stained with tears, her swollen eyes like sausages.
“Mo-Mother Superior said she wants to see you.”
Her hoarse voice left Li Muqun at a loss.