The woman gazed outward and saw a group of governnt officers dressed in dark scale black robes arriving outside the tavern, her gaze instantly tightening.
Sky Scale Guard?
They dismounted, tied their horses, and chatted idly.
"Ugh, after riding all day, my backside feels like it’s going to split."
"Be grateful. If it weren’t for Mr. Chen’s Swift Movent Talisman, it would take us three days and nights to reach Tiannan."
"By the way, where’s Mr. Chen? Isn’t he resting with us?"
"No need to worry. Isn’t a flying boat much more comfortable than this shabby tavern?"
"As expected of Mr. Chen, never heard of any governnt mission having both talismans and spirit pills, plus a flying boat accompanying..."
"Not only is Mr. Chen the Deputy Thousand Households in the Sky Scale Guard, but he’s also sponsored by the Demon Suppression Departnt, having so special treatnt is quite normal... Shopkeeper, feed the horses well, prepare so upper rooms, and provide extra dishes."
"Alright, Esteed Official, please co in."
The conversation was clear to the ears, the woman’s brows slightly raised, she looked towards the floating flying boat in the distant sky, a clear arc appearing on her lips.
"Quite lucky, actually eting him here."
"From the sound of their words, they’re off to Tiannan State for a case? Conveniently along the way..."
"But the positioning beacon hasn’t reacted, seems it hasn’t been sent out yet? Manzhi’s work efficiency is too low..."
...
...
"Mas—Master, this poor Daoist can’t hold on anymore..."
"Hold your breath, concentrate, circulate your cultivation technique, don’t be disturbed by the outside..."
"Hmm... In the light that’s not light, see the True Spirit, in the ti that’s not ti, knock at the Purple Court... No, ughhhh..."
"Useless dog..."
"Wuuu wuuu..."
The flying boat floated quietly in the sky, in the bedroom, Ling Ningzhi lay on the bed, her moon-white daoist robe disheveled, eyes no longer clear, staring vacantly at the ceiling.
Ever since Chen Mo boarded the ship, the two began their prolonged "cultivation."
She tried to block the fluctuation of Dao Power while enduring the interference from Chen Mo... She couldn’t rember how many tis it’s been, her mind dizzy, completely losing her capacity for thought.
Even practicing Daoist Skills on Fuyun Mountain wasn’t this exhausting!
"Is this it? Get up and continue training."
Chen Mo raised his hand and gave a slap.
"Hmm..."
Ling Ningzhi whimpered, her body trembled slightly, yet she didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.
Chen Mo frowned.
After a whole day of testing, it proved that this thod was effective, Thousand chanism Introduction indeed could consolidate Primordial Qi as long as it did not integrate with Dao Power, would not cause fluctuations.
However, using Thousand chanism Introduction also required splitting one’s mind, if careless, it might trigger the "switch."
Furthermore, this was a Daoist Skill from Tianshu Pavilion that Gu Manzhi hadn’t previously encountered; even if Ling Ningzhi was willing to teach, it would take so ti to comprehend.
"Ah, wanting to dual cultivate isn’t easy..."
Chen Mo sighed softly.
Do I have to open the door to convenience from now on?
But even then, I can’t obtain Yin Cha Qi...
Seeing Ling Ningzhi already completely exhausted, Chen Mo decided not to bother her further, sat cross-legged beside, and began his own cultivation.
Boom——
With the operation of the Mixed Elent Furnace Skill, a dull rumble arose within, continuously refining the bones and ridians.
A mont later, he suddenly perceived sothing, his eyes sharply opened, flashes of purple-gold light.
"Just now, seed like a trace of Divine Sense passed by... Was it an illusion? Or a passing strong individual?"
Carefully checking, no anomalies were found.
The flying boat itself had an isolation array, so there’s no need for excessive worry, but out of caution, he laid several more arrays in the room before continuing his cultivation.
...
The next morning.
Sunlight pierced through clouds, filtering through the window lattice into the cabin.
Ling Ningzhi’s eyelashes fluttered, she slowly opened her eyes, a touch of bewildernt in her drowsy look.
Who am I?
Where am I?
As consciousness gradually returned, recalling yesterday’s events, she suddenly sat up in bed.
After a careful check, seeing the daoist robe properly worn on her body and no anomalies physically, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking around, she didn’t see Chen Mo’s figure.
"Where is he? Didn’t leave this poor Daoist behind and go off first, right?"
At this mont, Ling Ningzhi twitched her nose slightly, faintly catching a rich aroma of roasted at.
Standing up, her legs still a bit weak, vaguely felt so stickiness, her face involuntarily flushed.
"It’s all that big villain’s fault, insisting on tiring a person out to death..."
Confirming Chen Mo wasn’t nearby, she swiftly removed the daoist robe and underwear.
Pinching a Daoist Formula, she cast a Body Purification Spell, a clear stream of water erged out of thin air, enveloping her entirely, swiftly took away the impurities, leaving her snow-white body pristine and flawless.
Looking down at the small clothes in hand, her expression slightly hesitant.
Last night, her mind was lost, consciousness blurred, even uncontrollably...
Though it had already been cleansed by water, faint marks could still be seen; wearing it would inevitably feel uncomfortable.
This poor Daoist didn’t prepare an extra pair of small clothes, only has the one Zhixia sent... Although that garnt is sowhat embarrassing, should be fine wearing it inside, right?"
Ling Ningzhi hesitated for a mont, deciding to wear it for now and later purchase a new set in the county below.
Just as she was putting on the small clothing and before she could slip on the daoist robe, the door suddenly swung open, Chen Mo walked in with several skewers of at.
"Awake? Have sothing to eat..."
Seeing the scene before him, he was montarily stunned.
Ling Ningzhi was wearing a dark red one-piece, thin fabric encased the curves, the fishbone corset cinched her plumpness into a breathtaking arc, the garter stockings sank into pale legs, forming two crescent marks, the lace at her hips revealed a patch of white snowiness——
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