“Wretched disciple!”
“Clumsy lower practitioner!”
“Filthy-smelling man!”
“I— I would never like your stench!”
“It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion.”
“Trying one last time, just one last time.”
“Oh ho ho ho ho.”
When Luozhilan regained consciousness again, the entire room was filled with a strange scent—one that strongly resembled the usual Pill Fragrance drifting atop Congealed Fat Peak, but compared to that elegant and subtle aroma, this one was restless and far more intense.
Luozhilan’s sensitive sense of smell, immersed in this fragrance, made her head feel dizzy and heavy, as if an Iceberg Fairy had finally shed her disguise to give her a warm yet suffocating embrace.
She used her Vital Energy to push open the window, and the evening breeze blew inside, dispersing the scent only after a long while.
Looking out at the pitch-black sky, Luozhilan’s usually icy and composed face showed a rare blush.
The whole day—an entire day had passed just like that…
This time, it was truly, truly too much.
She stood up, her aching waist bearing the weight of a heavy Dao Fruit. Her normally proud Immortal Body now felt numb and weak, sticky and uncomfortable all over.
After regaining some strength, she cast a Cleansing Spell on herself.
But when she looked down, the originally tidy sheets were dampened with sweat and some unspeakable bodily fluids, forming a human-shaped wet imprint—especially two large oval stains that were particularly conspicuous, sparking endless imagination.
Truly, truly unbelievable that it had come to this.
Hurriedly, she summoned more Vital Energy and cast another Cleansing Spell.
After meticulously tidying up the scene and scanning carefully with her Divine Sense to ensure no traces remained, she cautiously stepped out of the hut, then vanished into the darkness in a flash.
On Congealed Fat Peak, inside the small mountain temple.
Luozhilan sat cross-legged on a cushion, now dressed in a brand-new Daoist Robe, eyes closed in silence as she circulated Vital Energy.
The faint candlelight cast her image onto the wall—aloof, pure, untouched by the mundane world.
She seemed to have reverted to that distant Pill Fragrance Immortal Fairy, as if nothing had just happened.
Her delicately sculpted jade nose twitched slightly, inhaling a wisp of Dan Mist.
At once, the surrounding Dan Mist condensed before her into a seemingly tangible yet ethereal chubby little girl.
The girl was exquisitely carved, with a plump, adorable face, not very tall—barely reaching Luozhilan’s waist—but the expression on her rosy face was like that of a neglected wife in a boudoir, filled with grievance, creating a strong contrast.
Her name was Luo Dan’er, a Dan Spirit born from a fragment of Luozhilan’s primordial Vital Energy combined with the pill fragrance of medicines refined over these years.
From birth, she recognized Luozhilan as her mother and took Luozhilan’s surname, calling herself Luo Dan’er.
According to the cultivation world’s bloodline customs, calling Luozhilan “Mother” was hardly mistaken.
Yet at this moment, sniffing Luozhilan’s scent, her tone was full of grievance:
“Mother, you went to that man’s place again.”
“Dan’er doesn’t understand—where did Dan’er go wrong? Tell me, Mother, I can change.”
Luozhilan’s eye twitched but she forced herself to remain calm, stroking Luo Dan’er’s rosy head gently:
“Dan’er, you’re overthinking. I only went to see if that wretched disciple had returned.”
“Mother, I hate that foul man the most. The moment he comes back, I’ll expel him from the sect, alright?”
Luo Dan’er rubbed her head against Luozhilan’s hefty Dao Fruit, her grievance softening a bit as she murmured:
“Okay, but Mother, I feel you’ve been acting strangely lately.”
“Ever since that foul man disturbed our quiet cultivation, you’ve been…”
“You’re overthinking, Dan’er.”
Before she finished, Luozhilan waved her hand, dissipating the words.
“That’s enough for today’s cultivation.”
With a soft breath, all the candles in the temple flickered out.
Only the gaseous Luo Dan’er remained, hovering silently in the dark, sighing faintly before drawing in her aura and settling into stillness.
The next day, while meditating on the cushion, Luozhilan’s expression suddenly changed.
She spoke to Luo Dan’er beside her, “Dan’er, it’s the Headmaster’s Divine Sense summoning. Surely the Demon Sect is invading; something serious must be happening.”
“Watch the home, I’ll be back soon.”
“Divine Sense? I didn’t hear anything.”
Seeing Luo Dan’er’s doubtful look, Luozhilan tossed out a line, “What cultivation level you are, and what cultivation level I am—how can they be the same?”
Before Luo Dan’er could question further, Luozhilan’s figure vanished from the cushion.
This time, however, her disappearance lasted no longer than half an hour.
Returning to Congealed Fat Peak, her cheeks slightly flushed and a satisfied smile on her face.
“Ah, why are you so close to me?”
She pushed away Luo Dan’er, who was trying to get closer, saying with mock sternness, “I told you, the Headmaster summoned me urgently. Do you think I’d lie?”
Her mood disturbed, she no longer focused on cultivation.
With a wave of her jade hand, she stored Luo Dan’er inside the Dan Cauldron, then retreated into the Forbidden Chamber to study something quietly.
On the third day, with the sun already high above Congealed Fat Peak, Luo Dan’er leapt out from the Dan Cauldron, stretching toward the morning sun, ready to begin a new beautiful day.
Just then, Luozhilan suddenly burst out of the Forbidden Chamber, rushing toward Luo Dan’er:
“The Headmaster’s Divine Sense again! Looks like there’s another emergency.”
Before she finished speaking, her figure vanished, leaving Luo Dan’er stunned.
The fourth day. The fifth day…
The same script seemed to repeat endlessly.
Until day N, after Luozhilan once again disappeared as usual.
Luo Dan’er sighed at the Demon Sect’s persistence and the Headmaster’s foresight, then obediently returned inside the temple to help Luozhilan wash her clothes.
Washing clothes was simple for a Magical Practitioner—just a Cleansing Spell was enough.
But due to Luozhilan’s strict demand that her clothes smell absolutely free of any odor and be filled with Pill Fragrance, this arduous task was entrusted to Luo Dan’er, who, as a Dan Spirit, was undoubtedly the best incense.
Today, however, while scrubbing her dear Mother’s worn Daoist Robe, her small hands rubbed and rubbed.
“Plop.”
A square-shaped object slipped out from the robe’s pocket.
Huh? What’s this?
Curious, she pulled at one corner, holding it up for inspection.
Deep black in color, made of elastic fabric, and in the rectangular center, a few thick, coarse hairs were stuck.
It looked like the innerwear human women wore, but she’d never seen such a square-cut style before.
Could it be Mother’s innerwear?
Luo Dan’er racked her memory but recalled no such peculiar garment.
With no clue, she leaned in closer with her petite nose.
“Ah, it stinks!”
An indescribable foul smell struck Luo Dan’er’s nostrils.
This definitely wasn’t Mother’s clothing.
Suppressing the urge to retch, she disdainfully threw the piece far away.
But then realization hit her.
If it wasn’t Mother’s clothing, whose could it be?
A wave of panic shattered her composure.
Could it be… could it really be?
Yes, an evil cultivator!
Surely some wicked cultivator harbors vile thoughts toward Mother, and that’s why…
Recalling the salacious romance novels she had idly read.
What was about to happen next was too terrifying for Luo Dan’er to even imagine.
The evil cultivator’s cultivation must far surpass Mother’s, Mother must be deceived.
No, she couldn’t let that villain succeed.
Determined to protect her mother at all costs, she dashed toward Luozhilan’s cultivation chamber.
But upon opening the door, the chamber was empty—only piles of innerwear and personal garments scattered across the floor.
It was over. Completely over.
Mother, has that evil cultivator really gone this far?
No wonder Mother kept me barred from entering the Forbidden Chamber these days.
At first, she thought Mother had distanced herself.
Now, it was clear Mother was protecting her.
“Mother, Dan’er will definitely find a way to save you.”
“I will make that villain pay!”
Tears glistening, she swore her vow.
“Ah-choo!”
Inside the wooden hut at the mountain’s base, lying on the wooden bed and enjoying today’s oxygen bar, Luozhilan suddenly shivered.
Who’s cursing me?
She pinched her fingers, calculating silently.
But recently, the Heavenly Web had grown chaotic.
The Heavenly Principle was unpredictable. Even as a Golden Core Cultivator, she couldn’t forecast the future as clearly as before.
Especially in such an environment.
Her ample thighs pressed together, unable to stop rubbing.
So fragrant.
Really, so fragrant.
Though it felt unfair to Dan’er, it was truly ten thousand times better than her.
Just staying here for a while, her cultivation level soared rapidly.
Sorry, Dan’er.
Mother is not deceiving you.
It’s just… mother truly cannot resist this scent.
Thinking of Luo Dan’er’s aggrieved look, a sharp pang of guilt stabbed Luozhilan’s conscience.
Sorry, Dan’er, truly sorry.
Mmm, so good. Dan’er, keep looking at Mother with those eyes.
After finishing her routine, face flushed, Luozhilan stood with a satisfied smile.
Another quick Cleansing Spell cleaned the scene, then she rummaged through the wardrobe beside the bed.
Eventually, she found an inner garment neatly folded in a pile.
Mm, this is the scent.
So rich, so lovely.
Clearly, this wasn’t the first time she’d done this.
Without hesitation, she pressed her delicate jade nose tightly against the inner garment and inhaled deeply.
Sweat broke out in fragrant beads, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled upward involuntarily.
Last time—last time’s inner garment was lost somewhere.
Thankfully, there was still one left.
But…
“This wretched disciple, where on earth has he gone?”
“If he doesn’t come back soon, there won’t be many old clothes left.”
She murmured absentmindedly, then stored the inner garment into her Storage Bag, preparing to traverse the Sea of the Great Void.
Just then, a clear nightingale-like voice was keenly caught by her Divine Sense:
“Whoo whoo, have to tell that idiot Master.”
“Exactly, that kind of pervert, idiot Master will definitely hate her!”
Who?
Across the Tai Xu, she noticed a figure outside the wooden hut, concealing their aura.
A fiery red long dress, a cute face, a petite yet well-proportioned figure—the visitor was none other than Jiang Wan’er, the Saintess of Yunxiao Sect.
Even Luozhilan, who spent most of her time in quiet cultivation, had heard of the famed Saintess of Yunxiao.
But why was she here?
Luozhilan paused, then reacted swiftly.
Why she’s here doesn’t matter. What matters is preventing her from doing whatever she intends.
Stepping into the Sea of the Great Void, she grabbed the departing figure from behind.
“What were you just saying? About telling that wretched disciple something?”
Her voice was cold and merciless, causing the girl before her to shiver involuntarily.
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