Chapter 132: Thoughtful Materials
So this was Master’s punishnt?
Li Qingran sat in a daze for a long while before finally coming back to her senses.
She quickly nodded, her delicate face flushing red. "Qingran is willing… but, Master, is this really the only punishnt? Aren’t you afraid I’ll repeat my mistakes in the future?"
A chuckle mixed with mild scolding echoed from the void. 【You dare?!】
Li Qingran shrank her head back. At least for now, she really didn’t dare.
This was the first ti Master had spoken to her so sternly—it startled her.
【Tomorrow, I have another battle with that great demon. I need to rest and regain my strength, so I won’t disturb you any further.】
With those words, the presence watching over her slowly faded.
Li Qingran knew Master had left.
Resting her cheeks in her hands, she sat in the chair for a while before turning around to sort through the clothes Master had given her.
"Master… made these clothes himself?"
Looking at the garnts in her hands—flawlessly stitched, elegantly styled, and embroidered with intricate patterns—she was secretly astonished.
She never imagined Master had such craftsmanship.
Then again, in that subspace where he resided, where would he even buy clothes? He must have no choice but to make them himself.
She draped one over her shoulders to try it on. It fit perfectly.
Then, with a blushing face, she hesitantly picked up one of the two dudou and tried it on as well. It, too, fit just right.
It made sense for the outer garnts to fit—after all, those could be estimated based on height and body shape. But this was an undergarnt…
How did Master get the asurents so precise?
Had he… secretly watched her while she bathed, relying on his incredible eyesight to asure every detail?
That image involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Adding to that, these clothes were personally sewn by Master himself.
If she hadn’t known, it wouldn’t have mattered. But now that she did, it felt as if she could still feel the warmth of his hands lingering on the fabric.
This feeling…
Was not good at all.
Li Qingran rubbed her legs together, covering her flushed face with both hands before rolling onto her bed, tossing and turning.
Wrapped up in her blanket like a cocoon, she rolled around for a long while before finally calming down.
She hadn’t forgotten Master’s punishnt.
Tonight, she would work overti to finish it.
"Using old clothes to make sothing for Master…"
She bent down, pulling out a small chest from under her bed. It contained all her old clothes, even the ones she had brought from Wanqing Mountain. So were already torn, but she had kept them anyway.
A cultivator’s body underwent purification, removing all impurities and leaving them crystal clear.
Clothes, no matter how long they were worn, never absorbed odors from sweat—since cultivators’ sweat was as pure as ordinary water.
So, naturally, clothes never truly got dirty.
That said, after battles, she had still washed out bloodstains and dirt.
"Scented sachets and storage pouches are things one keeps close… I need the softest, finest material."
Muttering to herself, she laid out the neatly folded garnts one by one.
Finally, her gaze landed on one of her dudou.
There was no doubt—this fabric was the softest and most delicate. After all, it was ant to be worn against the skin.
But…
Li Qingran held up the dudou, her face growing redder, her ears burning.
Would it really be appropriate to use this fabric to make Master’s scented sachet and storage pouch?
If Master ever found out, wouldn’t she die of embarrassnt?
"No, Master isn’t watching right now. As long as I don’t say anything, he’ll never know."
She took a deep breath, allowing her oxygen-starved brain a mont to recover.
Master had given her so much—what she gave in return had to be the best.
Master never hesitated to help her, so when she had the chance to give sothing back, she shouldn’t hesitate either.
"It’s decided. I’ll use this fabric!"
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"Cultivators at the Fusion Realm are really tough to kill."
Chen Huai’an set his phone down, still reviewing his previous 300,000 spirit stone battle.
The Smiling Buddha had seemingly been sliced to pieces, but there was a high probability he wasn’t dead.
After all, neither demonic cultivator fragnts nor righteous cultivator fragnts had dropped.
And strangely, no loot had dropped either.
Or perhaps… righteous cultivators simply didn’t drop fragnts?
He was more inclined to believe that Leng Chanxin wasn’t entirely dead.
That said, even if he had survived, he was definitely gravely wounded—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so terrified in those final monts.
For cultivators, losing their cultivation base was more painful than losing their flesh.
Leng Chanxin likely wouldn’t show up in Cangyun Realm for a while.
"Now, let’s see if tomorrow Li Qingran will actually give the scented sachet and storage pouch she makes."
Lying on his bed, Chen Huai’an rested his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling light above him.
He had always been suspicious about whether this world of the companion spirit was real.
If it wasn’t real, then why were the details of Li Qingran refining herbs for him so incredibly accurate?
The whole purpose was just to provide him with a pill as a reward—was there really any need for such intricate detail?
They could have easily skipped the hardcore steps and just handed him the reward directly.
But if this world was real…
Then why couldn’t he physically interact with it?
And why was his strength in that world so inexplicable?
Sure, 300,000 spirit stones had only gotten him a Fusion Realm experience card, but even that level of power felt absurd. It didn’t quite fit.
So, he had conducted a small experint.
Originally, his punishnt for Li Qingran wasn’t this.
He simply wanted to see if true interaction with ga characters was possible.
If tomorrow, when he received the sachet and pouch, the materials were new, rather than made from her old clothes, then he would stop entertaining the idea.
That would basically confirm that the ga world wasn’t real—just a resource world that existed for him alone.
Without him, that world would cease to exist.
"Man, this is nerve-wracking…"
Whether the world turned out to be real or fake…
Whether the Demon Slayer Bureau’s treatnt for his cancer would go smoothly tomorrow…
As Chen Huai’an’s thoughts swirled, drowsiness slowly took over, and he drifted into sleep.
On the windowsill, Baji cracked open one eye before closing it again, resuming its ditation.
In the water basin, Little Qing, who had been standing upright all day, finally sank into the water to rest.
The night passed without a word.
The sumr moon hung like a silver hook in the sky.
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