Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

The next day, after the Book Hall let out, Xiao Mo and Tushan Jing Ci went to Cold Mountain City to buy a Spirit Testing Stone.

Then, on the recommendation of the owner of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, they bought some Cultivation Techniques for humans.

The Shopkeeper of this Hundred Treasures Pavilion hyped up these Cultivation Techniques to high heaven, and the prices weren’t cheap either.

But since the young lady of the Tushan Clan had come to shop in person, they didn’t dare to fleece her.

To be fair, while these Techniques were somewhat overpriced, they were all complete sets, and their quality was indeed quite high.

However, trying to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm using these Cultivation Techniques would be quite difficult.

After all, the Nascent Soul Realm was known as the realm of ”Earth Immortals,” beings capable of founding their own sects.

Many Cultivators didn’t even know of the existence of the Upper Three Realms, believing that the Nascent Soul Realm was the pinnacle of cultivation.

Therefore, a Cultivation Technique capable of allowing one to found a sect would almost never be found circulating in a common market.

Unless someone’s Qi Fortune was so heaven-defying that they bought what appeared to be an ordinary piece of cowhide, a tortoise shell, or some common bone, only to discover a peerless Cultivation Technique leading straight to the Great Dao hidden within.

Not long after Xiao Mo and Tushan Jing Ci returned to their courtyard from the city, Liu Shui arrived again, having finished sun-drying herbs for the elixir pharmacy.

Xiao Mo took out the Spirit Testing Stone and checked her Root Bone.

Although Liu Shui’s Root Bone wasn’t extraordinary, it was still quite good.

As long as she cultivated diligently, reaching the Golden Core Realm in the future shouldn’t be a problem.

If she wanted to progress further, she would need more opportunities and a higher-level Cultivation Technique.

Xiao Mo gave the cultivation books to Liu Shui.

Liu Shui didn’t know many characters and was completely bewildered by the initial stages of cultivation.

However, Tushan Jing Ci said that Liu Shui could come over anytime.

If she had any problems with her cultivation, both Xiao Mo and Yue Shi could help her.

Yue Shi was actually quite reluctant to teach a human girl like her.

But it was her young lady’s order, and Yue Shi didn’t dare to disobey.

From Xiao Mo’s perspective, with Yue Shi’s frequent guidance, Liu Shui’s cultivation would progress much faster.

This was because Yue Shi had originally been just an ordinary Cat Demon, with no inherited bloodline.

She had relied entirely on herself, cultivating step by step, eventually awakening sixty percent of the Huan bloodline and reaching the Golden Core Realm.

Her experience from arduous cultivation was just as valuable to a member of the Human Race.

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The days passed, one by one.

After the incident with Wang Zhong, whenever the other Scholar’s Attendants saw Xiao Mo, they didn’t dare to show the contempt they still felt, let alone try to provoke him.

Meanwhile, Xiao Mo continued to accompany Tushan Jing Ci to her lessons every day, cultivating on his own afterward.

Every day or two, Liu Shui would also come to Tushan Jing Ci’s courtyard, bringing her jujube cakes, doing chores for her, and cleaning the yard.

When Liu Shui asked Yue Shi about cultivation matters, Yue Shi would feign reluctance, but when it came time to actually teach, she was exceptionally serious.

Two months passed, and Liu Shui successfully reached the Qi Cultivation First Layer.

With this, Liu Shui had officially embarked on the path of cultivation.

As for Tushan Jing Ci, besides attending her lessons at the Book Hall, she spent her days going out with her close friends. And whenever she went out, she always insisted on bringing Xiao Mo.

To be honest, though, Xiao Mo wasn’t particularly keen on attending his young lady’s tea parties.

Because his young lady’s friends all had female Demon Scholar’s Attendants.

So, among a large group of young Demon Race girls, Xiao Mo was the only male standing there. The other girls would often sneak glances at him, which made him feel rather awkward.

But over time, Xiao Mo got used to it.

Two years, three years, four years...

In the blink of an eye, five years had passed at Cold Mountain Academy.

Tushan Jing Ci, who had once been only as tall as the stone table in the courtyard, had reached the ”year of the golden hairpin,” and her figure had begun to blossom like a willow branch.

Especially in terms of height, Tushan Jing Ci had perfectly inherited her mother’s long legs.

And the ”year of the golden hairpin” was also the fastest period of growth for a girl.

So Tushan Jing Ci’s height seemed to change every month.

One of Tushan Jing Ci’s favorite things to do was to compare her height with Xiao Mo’s.

At first, Tushan Jing Ci was a fair bit shorter than Xiao Mo.

But later, she became as tall as him.

Then, gradually, she became half a head taller than Xiao Mo, and then a full head taller.

This made Tushan Jing Ci very proud.

Every time she saw Xiao Mo, she would hold her head high, ”looking down” at him with a grin.

One day, Xiao Mo woke up and began his usual cultivation in the courtyard.

When the sun was high in the sky, Tushan Jing Ci skipped happily out of her room, ran to Xiao Mo’s side, and stared at him, blinking.

Sensing a faint fragrance beside him, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up in a slight smile. ”Is there something you need, Miss?”

’As Tushan Jing Ci grew older,’ Xiao Mo noticed, ’she had more and more peculiar ideas. Whenever she had one but found me cultivating with my eyes closed, she would just stare at me intently like this. She didn’t want to disturb my cultivation, but she also wanted to tell me right away, so she would just wait obediently by my side.’

”Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, listen to me,” Tushan Jing Ci said, looking at him happily. ”From now on, you don’t have to call me ’Miss’ anymore.”

”Not call you Miss? Then what should I call you?” Xiao Mo asked, confused.

”You should call me ’Big Sister,’ of course,” Tushan Jing Ci said, her eyes curving into crescents.