Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Back in their courtyard, Xiao Mo tactfully pieced together what had happened.

He was actually quite touched that Jing Ci had argued with the other girls over him.

But Xiao Mo didn’t think it was necessary.

What other people thought of him was their business.

What mattered was how he acted and how he saw himself.

’If Jing Ci wants to play, she should just go play.’

Besides, Xiao Mo thought it was a good thing to have more time for his cultivation.

”I won’t! We’re friends. If they won’t be friends with you, then I won’t be friends with them!”

When Xiao Mo shared his thoughts with Jing Ci, she just puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away.

Seeing her adorable pout, Xiao Mo just smiled and said no more.

A few days later, however, the same group of young Demon Race girls sought out Tushan Jing Ci again.

They apologized to her, adding that Xiao Mo could join them to play and that they were willing to be his friends, too.

Tushan Jing Ci was a kind, soft-hearted girl by nature.

Seeing that they knew they were wrong, had apologized, and had even agreed to play with Xiao Mo, she couldn’t bring herself to stay angry.

”Xiao Mo, are you angry with them? If you are, I won’t play with them.”

Tushan Jing Ci asked Xiao Mo after they returned to their courtyard.

”It’s alright, Miss. I’m not angry. It’s good for you to make more friends.”

Xiao Mo said calmly. He hadn’t taken the matter to heart in the first place.

’Besides, what did those young Demon Race girls really understand?’

’They were just doing what their parents told them—trying to get on good terms with Tushan Jing Ci to build a connection between their families.’

’As for their hatred of the Human Race, it wasn’t something they were born with. It was simply the environment of the Demon Race’s World.’

’Children just emulated what they saw, and the sentiment was passed down from one generation to the next.’

’Human Race... Demon Race...’

That night, as Xiao Mo sat cultivating in the courtyard, he pondered this question but could find no answer.

...

「Half a month passed.」

Tushan Jing Ci gradually adapted to life at Cold Mountain Academy.

And since Tushan Jing Ci was pretty and had a good personality,

she made many new friends.

However, Tushan Jing Ci didn’t just spend all her time playing.

She listened to her mother, studying when it was time to study and playing when it was time to play.

To Xiao Mo’s surprise, Tushan Jing Ci turned out to be the most diligent student in the entire Book Hall.

Whenever Tushan Jing Ci didn’t understand her homework, she would immediately ask Xiao Mo, who would patiently explain everything to her.

Every time Tushan Jing Ci listened to Xiao Mo review the master’s lessons, her beautiful eyes would twinkle.

’She thought Xiao Mo looked very handsome when he was seriously explaining the lesson.’

’And she thought Xiao Mo was truly incredible.’

’He only ever listened in from outside, without any guidance from the masters, yet he learned even better than she did.’

「In the blink of an eye, a month had passed since Tushan Jing Ci’s arrival at Cold Mountain Academy.」

Tushan Xinhua would visit her daughter every so often.

Each time, she would test her daughter on her studies and inquire with the Book Hall’s master about her performance.

This made Tushan Jing Ci rather unhappy.

’It was bad enough that her mother tested her, but the master would also tattle to her mother from time to time.’

’If the master tattled, she would get a spanking from her mother.’

So whenever Tushan Xinhua visited, Tushan Jing Ci would wish for her mother to leave quickly.

But once her mother was gone, she would immediately wish for her to come back and visit again soon.

Meanwhile,

when Xiao Mo wasn’t listening to the lectures at the Book Hall, he was in the courtyard cultivating the Great Dream of Yellow Millet.

Lady Tushan had given Xiao Mo a token that allowed him to retrieve any necessary Spirit Grass, Spirit Medicine, and Spirit Pills from Cold Mountain Academy’s storerooms.

As a result, Xiao Mo’s cultivation resources were plentiful, and unlike Loose Cultivators, he didn’t have to scramble for every last scrap.

Furthermore, whenever Lady Tushan visited Cold Mountain Academy, she would always set aside some time to answer Xiao Mo’s cultivation questions.

After a total of seven months, Xiao Mo’s realm had reached the Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer.

He was now only a single step away from Foundation Establishment.

Over the past half-year or so, the maid, Yue Shi, had completely changed her opinion of Xiao Mo.

At first, Yue Shi had assumed Xiao Mo would grow arrogant with favor, abusing the trust of the Lady and the young Miss to look down on others.

But Xiao Mo kept to himself every day. When he wasn’t accompanying the young Miss in her studies or at play, he was focused on his own cultivation.

He was also an excellent student.

While the other Scholar’s Attendants dozed off outside the Book Hall, Xiao Mo alone listened attentively every day.

He could even turn around and tutor the young Miss.

His talent for cultivation was also astounding.

From the moment he set foot on the path of cultivation to being on the verge of Foundation Establishment, it had taken him, all told, a mere eight months.

Yue Shi found herself admiring Lady Tushan’s foresight.

’This human child... he really is something special.’

But what Yue Shi found most unusual about Xiao Mo was his attitude toward the Demon Race.

There were many other human servants at Cold Mountain Academy, and all of them were terrified of the Demon Race. They were meek and subservient, afraid that one wrong move would get them cooked into a meal.

But Xiao Mo was different. He didn’t seem to have the slightest fear of the Demon Race.

Even though Xiao Mo often overheard the other Demon Race Scholar’s Attendants cursing him behind his back—calling him a pretty boy, saying he’d just gotten lucky, and sneering that if he hadn’t entered Tushan Mansion, he wouldn’t even be worthy of shining their shoes.

Yet, Xiao Mo didn’t seem to care at all.

’Yue Shi felt it wasn’t that Xiao Mo was afraid to retort. Rather, he considered their words nothing more than the barking of dogs, and saw no reason to pay any mind to strays on the side of the road.’

”Sister Yue Shi, I’m going to get some Elixirs to prepare for my Foundation Establishment. If the young Miss asks where I am when she wakes up this afternoon, could you please let her know?”

On this day, Xiao Mo felt that his Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer had reached Perfection, so he decided to retrieve some Foundation Establishment Pills and attempt his breakthrough.

The academy’s elixir dispensary was conveniently located at the peak of the same mountain, so the round trip wouldn’t take long.

”Go on,” Yue Shi said with a wave of her hand. ”Be back in time for dinner, or the young Miss will be asking after you.”

”I will.”

Xiao Mo nodded and headed toward the summit.

An hour later, Xiao Mo had successfully retrieved the Elixirs.

But just as he stepped out the door of the elixir dispensary, he heard shouting and cursing from nearby.

He turned to see several Scholar’s Attendants, who served young masters of the Demon Race, hurling abuse at a young girl who looked to be about twelve years old.

The girl was terrified and kept murmuring apologies, but she was soon surrounded with no escape.

In a fit of rage, the leader of the Demon Race attendants picked up a rock and hurled it at the girl’s head.

The girl flinched, turning her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

But after a long moment, she felt no pain.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a young boy standing in front of her, his hand clamped tightly around the attacker’s wrist.