“Phew….”
Mo Qingqing let out a long, heavy sigh, as if that single breath carried away all the exhaustion and pretenses of her entire day.
The cold and dignified persona she maintained at the academy melted away as quickly as ice and snow, revealing her naturally casual disposition.
Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and extended her slender arms, directly scooping Su Yun—who had been following closely behind her—into her embrace. Together, they sank softly into the wide, comfortable sofa in the living room.
The sofa emitted a satisfied groan as it enveloped the two of them deeply.
She rested her chin gently atop Su Yun’s fluffy head and closed her eyes.
Although the daytime lessons had been a massive drain on her mental energy, the gains were equally immeasurable.
The bottleneck that had troubled her for so long was like the surface of a river that had been locked in ice for a thousand years. Under the wash of the vast, sea-like torrent of knowledge from those old scholars today, it finally let out a faint, almost imperceptible “crack.”
The feeling was mysterious and profound, yet incredibly real.
She wanted to strike while the iron was hot. Before this realization could dissipate, she intended to consolidate it and see if there was a chance to shatter those shackles in one fell swoop and step into a new realm.
As for the soft, warm, and sweet little thing in her arms… although she was fun to play with, right now, cultivation was the priority.
She would just treat her as a body pillow for the time being.
Su Yun, naturally, had no objections.
After all, even if she had them, she wouldn’t dare raise them. Even if she did, she would only be ruthlessly teased and kneaded….
In the face of absolute strength, all protests became signposts leading to a dead end.
She had long since grown accustomed to her position as a pet and a toy, obediently allowing Mo Qingqing to curl her into a ball.
She huddled within Mo Qingqing’s cool yet soft embrace.
The fluffy tail behind her flickered gently a few times.
Since Mo Qingqing was cultivating, she couldn’t just stay idle either.
Su Yun closed her eyes, her consciousness slowly sinking into her own mental world to continue her grand project of constructing the Heavenly Court.
She planned to finish making the seat of the Heavenly Emperor first, and then sit on it herself….
Time slipped away quietly amidst peaceful breathing and the flow of mental energy.
Only the steady, long breaths of the two girls remained in the living room, accompanied by the faint hum of magic circulating through the air.
After an unknown amount of time, when Su Yun had completely sunk into deep cultivation—her mental consciousness entirely invested in that chaotic void where she reigned supreme—Mo Qingqing slowly opened her eyes.
A flash of faint disappointment and irritability flickered through her ice-blue pupils.
It was still just a bit short of the mark.
The bottleneck had indeed loosened, but it was like a giant boulder struck with countless cracks by a heavy hammer.
It was still missing that most critical final blow to be completely pulverized.
It seemed that breaking through a level… relied on far more than just a single day of theoretical study.
Perhaps she needed a high-intensity practical battle, or… a deeper infusion of knowledge.
She moved her fingers with some irritation, unconsciously squeezing the soft, smooth fox tail in her arms that felt so wonderful to the touch, trying to dispel the frustration in her heart.
Hmm?
Mo Qingqing was somewhat surprised. In the past, as long as she touched her even slightly, this little thing would immediately react as if struck by electricity, either letting out a pitiful whimper or rubbing her head against Mo Qingqing’s chin.
But this time, though she squeezed several times, the tail only submissively deformed under her pressure. The owner of the tail showed no reaction at all.
Curious, Mo Qingqing leaned her body sideways and looked down.
She saw the little fox in her arms with her eyes tightly shut. Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a tranquil shadow beneath her eyes.
That cute little face, which usually carried a hint of panic and cowardice, was currently full of serenity and purity. Her breathing was steady and long.
Deep cultivation.
Her mental consciousness was almost entirely immersed in her own world, and her perception of the outside world had dropped to its lowest point.
In a sense, it was almost no different from being asleep.
This was also the first time Mo Qingqing had seen Su Yun’s “sleeping face” from such a close distance and without any defenses.
Two small, white, tender hands were folded and tucked in front of her slightly modest chest.
Like some kind of small animal lacking a sense of security, she was subconsciously protecting herself.
Perhaps because of the cultivation, a healthy flush showed on her fair cheeks, and her cherry-like little mouth was slightly pouted.
This girl… when she’s quiet, her cuteness is almost against the rules….
Mo Qingqing felt her heart skip a beat uncontrollably. Her throat felt a bit dry, and she subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
The frustration of the failed breakthrough was instantly replaced by a different kind of emotion.
The thought of going to bed early vanished into thin air at this moment.
A novel, slightly forbidden, and thrilling way to play appeared in Mo Qingqing’s mind like a demon’s whisper.
A light began to flicker in her reddish eyes—the kind that only appeared when she was normally teasing Su Yun, or perhaps… something even more dangerous.
Carefully, she took a small potion bottle carved from high-grade magic crystal out of her storage space. Inside was a pale blue liquid as clear as moonlight.
This was a “Concentration Potion,” which could make a person more mentally focused during meditation or cultivation, efficiently shielding them from all physical interference from the outside world.
She pulled out the stopper, her movements as gentle as if she were afraid of startling a butterfly’s wings. She tilted the bottle and precisely dripped a few drops of the potion into Su Yun’s slightly parted cherry mouth.
“Mmh…” Su Yun seemed to feel something. Her throat moved slightly as she subconsciously smacked her lips, swallowing the slightly sweet liquid. However, she showed no sign of waking up. Instead, her brow smoothed out, and she fell into an even deeper sleep.
It worked.
A successful smile curled at the corners of Mo Qingqing’s mouth.
This potion makes the mind more focused.
That meant that unless the sky fell or Su Yun actively ended her cultivation, it would be very difficult for anything Mo Qingqing did to wake her from this deep state.
She picked Su Yun up light-footedly, as if holding a rare treasure, stood up from the sofa, and returned to her bedroom.
She placed Su Yun gently onto the large, soft bed.
Then, she drew the heavy curtains.
The room darkened instantly, with only a stubborn sliver of twilight squeezing through the gap in the curtains, casting a faint yellow line on the floor.
In this dim and ambiguous environment, Mo Qingqing used that faint light to quietly gaze at Su Yun on the bed.
Su Yun’s already petite body appeared even more delicate and exquisite against the backdrop of the wide bed and the hazy shadows, like a perfect work of art about to have its mysterious veil lifted.
Mo Qingqing’s heart couldn’t help but accelerate. She reached out a slightly trembling hand and, with a near-pilgrim-like devotion, began to “peel the shell” of this artwork.
Although her reason told her it would be hard for Su Yun to wake up, the thrill of breaking a taboo and exploring the unknown made her breathing ragged. She felt it was incredibly exciting.
“Wuu…”
Right then, Su Yun on the bed suddenly let out a tiny whimper, and her brow furrowed tightly as if she had encountered some trouble.
Mo Qingqing’s movements froze instantly, her heart leaping into her throat.
***
…Meanwhile, within Su Yun’s mental world…
“Strange…”
Su Yun, who was “laying bricks,” looked confusedly at the churning “chaos” of the sky around her.
Why does it… feel a bit weird…
The efficiency of her mental energy was higher than ever before, as if someone had granted her top-tier “Focus” and “Spirit Recovery” buffs. Her efficiency was more than several times higher than usual.
But… it should be fine, right…
Su Yun shook her head, attributing that sliver of oddity to a normal hallucination produced under the high-speed operation of her mental power.
Whatever!
Today’s state is exceptionally good. I feel like I can finish molding the Supreme Throne of my “Lingxiao Palace” within the day!
Once the throne is finished, I’ll mold my own image according to my memories of the Jade Emperor—a majestic, world-overlooking Dharma form to sit upon it…
Ho ho ho…
When that time comes, I will be the Lord of the Heavenly Court!
Thinking of this, Su Yun immediately tossed that tiny sense of strangeness to the back of her mind. With great excitement, she mobilized her surging mental power and threw herself into the great work of creation.
***
…In the real world…
Seeing that Su Yun only frowned and then returned to a state of calm, Mo Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She continued her unfinished business. When the final layer of covering was removed, a flawless piece of green jade was fully revealed in the dim light.
Even Mo Qingqing couldn’t help but hold her breath.
It wasn’t the maturity and fullness of an adult woman, but a supreme temptation of youthful greenness and soft beauty intertwined.
Every inch of skin was like the finest suet jade, emitting a lustrous glow in the darkness, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.
“I’m only realizing now… she is simply a treasure…”
Mo Qingqing stared blankly, almost forgetting her original purpose.
It was as if she were getting to know Su Yun for the first time. Her gaze traveled from the exquisite collarbones to the flat belly, and then down to the long, straight, and beautifully lined legs, observing every inch carefully.
Truly.
Only by admiring her from head to toe like this did she realize just how perfect and alluring Su Yun’s body was.
She reached out a finger and gently touched Su Yun’s cheek. That delicate, warm sensation made it hard for her to pull away.
A light breeze blew through the gap in the curtains. Su Yun seemed to feel the cold, her body subconsciously curling up a bit.
Mo Qingqing rested her chin against the top of Su Yun’s head and took a deep breath of the fragrance in her hair.
“…Anyway… there is plenty of time…”
She murmured in a low voice, a playful and dangerous light shimmering in her eyes.
Tonight is still very long.
I’ll just… take my time~