Even atop this Mount of Immortals, the sun still rises as usual, bathing both cultivators and mortals alike in its rays…
As the first sliver of morning sunlight slipped through the window and fell across Su Qianqian’s face, she grumpily shielded her eyes with a hand and rolled over, determined to keep sleeping.
Switching Techniques yesterday had worn her out completely.
“Qianqian, time to wake up.” A familiar voice sounded in Su Qianqian’s ear.
Su Qianqian, still impatient, muttered back, “Mother, just let me sleep a little longer~ Just a bit…”
Hearing Su Qianqian call her “Mother,” Lin Muxue felt a strange surge of emotion.
She pressed a hand thoughtfully to her chin, deep in thought.
But Lin Muxue’s silence made Su Lingling misunderstand, so she hurried over and shook Su Qianqian awake:
“Big Sister, hurry up and get up! Or Master will get angry!”
Still a bit groggy from being shaken awake, Su Qianqian thought, Master… Right, this isn’t home anymore!
Su Qianqian woke up instantly, sprang out of bed, and quickly flashed an apologetic smile at her little sister and Master, who had come to wake her.
“Sorry, I overslept a little. Should we go cultivate?”
“Nope, Master said we’re not allowed to take Fasting Pills today—she’s going to cook for us herself!” Su Lingling said excitedly to Su Qianqian.
Su Qianqian scratched her messy hair, remembering the meal Lin Muxue had cooked when they’d first met… Well, it was edible, at least.
While she was still thinking about it, Lin Muxue walked over, took out a comb, and began to smooth out Su Qianqian’s tangled hair.
“Master, I can do it myself.”
“No need. This is faster. I help Lingling with her hair too.”
Obediently, Su Qianqian sat at the edge of the bed while Lin Muxue patiently combed her hair.
Because of Su Qianqian’s height, she felt as if she was being hugged, tilting her head back like a little hamster.
Seeing this, Su Lingling couldn’t help but tease, “Hehe, Master is just like our Mother now.”
Su Qianqian, her hair being brushed, neither agreed nor disagreed. It was kind of true—Lin Muxue always had a motherly air about her.
Now that they were sitting so close, the familiar, elegant scent at Su Qianqian’s nose made her feel so at ease—it had been a long time since she’d smelled it.
Su Qianqian really enjoyed having her hair done by someone else.
With both hands pressed to the bed, she tilted her head up in bliss.
Soon, she felt Lin Muxue pause, and a full-length floating mirror appeared in front of her.
“Master, you know how to braid hair?”
“How is it?”
“It actually looks really nice.”
Su Qianqian stood and admired her reflection in the mirror, quite satisfied.
“Just wait while I change my clothes—it’ll just be a moment.”
With that, Su Qianqian quickly slipped out of her pajamas, leaving only her undergarments.
After all, only her little sister and Master were here, so there was no need for shyness.
Besides, with such a flat figure, there wasn’t much to see anyway…
After undressing, Su Qianqian casually pulled out an everyday outfit from her Storage Ring and put it on.
Now that she’d gained some Cultivation Level, she could use the Space Ring freely, so there was no need to worry about Su Lingling getting suspicious.
Both Su Lingling and Lin Muxue simply watched as Su Qianqian changed without any hesitation.
Su Lingling, of course, didn’t care—they even bathed together sometimes.
But Lin Muxue couldn’t take it so casually. She stared at the belly she’d pinched yesterday for a long moment, then quickly glanced away.
“All right, let’s go!”
Once Su Qianqian finished changing, a stream of light flowed from the clothes she’d just taken off to the ones she now wore—the Nishang Treasure Robe really was convenient and intelligent.
Following Lin Muxue outside to the Breakfast Pavilion, they saw several simple breakfast dishes laid out: three bowls of congee, three eggs, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables.
Only, these eggs were much larger than the chicken eggs Su Lingling usually ate—about as big as Su Lingling’s head! And the vegetables were actually glowing?
Su Lingling stared at the dishes, unable to hold back a gasp. “Wow!”
“Hold out your hands.”
Su Qianqian and Su Lingling obediently stretched out their hands.
A current of Lingqi lifted their sleeves, then summoned Spirit Water to soak and thoroughly clean their hands.
“All right, you can eat now.”
With another gesture, Lin Muxue pointed, and the shells of the eggs slipped smoothly away, then flew straight into Su Lingling and Su Qianqian’s hands.
Su Lingling cradled the egg—which was as big as her head—and began eating, eyes shining with excitement. As she ate, she exclaimed,
“Cultivation is nothing like I imagined—it’s so wonderful!”
Su Qianqian ate alongside her, listening to Su Lingling’s exclamation, and added softly, “Normally it’s supposed to be pretty tough. It’s just that Master… is really too good to us.”
Su Qianqian had wanted to say “spoils us,” but decided that didn’t sound quite right, so she changed it at the last second.
Hearing the praise from her two Disciples, Lin Muxue was in a great mood.
A bowl of congee and the giant, unknown egg floated in front of her.
Lin Muxue took small, delicate bites, though her eating speed was somehow surprisingly fast.
“Master, I want to learn the Magic Technique you just used to peel the eggs, and the one that brings food right to your mouth!” Su Lingling looked up at Lin Muxue with wide, eager eyes.
“You’ll need to raise your Cultivation Level a bit more before you can learn those. You must cultivate diligently.”
“Yes, Master!”
Su Lingling was full of enthusiasm—Cultivation was wonderful!
She could eat delicious food, cultivate to become stronger, and gain so many cool, convenient abilities!
Su Qianqian looked at the energetic Su Lingling, then gratefully at Lin Muxue.
It was thanks to Master that she’d been found at all.
Lin Muxue was a truly wonderful Master—Su Qianqian had felt this even back when she was Su Ling.
Back then, if it hadn’t been for the need to survive, he’d really have liked to stay quietly by Lin Muxue’s side.
Now, she’d finally fulfilled her wish from her past life—though to be honest, she’d thought this about more than a few people…
The cheerful breakfast time soon passed, and it was back to the monotony of cultivation.
For those with exceptional talent and no shortage of resources, watching one’s Cultivation Level rise quickly brought a great sense of accomplishment.
But for Disciples lacking in talent, who cultivated endlessly but only progressed a little—and who, because of that, also lacked resources—seeing their peers leave them behind must be torture…
Fortunately, Su Lingling had no shortage of talent and had met a good Master who never pushed her too hard.
Su Qianqian thought, it didn’t matter how high Lingling’s Cultivation Level reached—as long as she could live without regrets, that was enough.
The happy days passed one by one. Su Lingling and Su Qianqian’s Cultivation Levels steadily increased.
But while things remained calm here, elsewhere, the tides were shifting…
As time slipped by, others searching for “Su Ling” gradually realized they had “lost”— someone had found their target first!
Within a certain Royal Court, someone sat tall upon the Dragon Throne, her fingers drumming out a sharp rhythm— bang, bang, bang— on the armrest.
The officials below cowered in fearful submission.
Ever since that person left, their Emperor had been like a treasured sword bereft of its Sword Sheath— her edge exposed, always drawing blood…
“Where are you? Who took you from me? Wait for me… I will surely bring you back…” Luo Wuhen gripped the Imperial Token in her hand, clenching her fist…