Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

In the room with just one man and one woman, it was quiet, with only the sound of breathing, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.

Jiang Ruoqing spent the first twenty years mostly in the Su Nv Sect, which was located in a secluded mountain. She practiced and meditated daily, rarely having the chance to go out. Moreover, the Su Nv Sect was a single-lineage sect.

The next five years were spent looking for a disciple to inherit her legacy, coupled with an unresolved vendetta for her master, leaving her no time to think of anything else, so in over twenty years, she hadn’t even held a man’s hand.

Let alone experienced such a passionate kiss.

This made Jiang Ruoqing uneasy and she stared wide-eyed at the handsome face close to hers.

Her hands clenched into fists at her waist, raising and lowering them repeatedly.

When her courage finally reached its limit, Jiang Ruoqing couldn’t help but push Chen Mo away.

Although she had anticipated this day and was mentally prepared for it.

When it actually happened, coupled with the strange sensations in her body, it left her restless and uneasy.

Seeing the baffled look on Chen Mo’s face, Jiang Ruoqing bit her lower lip, ”You... your hand...”

”Most men in the world are the same in this situation; you’ll get used to it later.”

Chen Mo was in no rush and, after moving closer, lay next to Jiang Ruoqing, ”I think you’re just too tense, and I was too hasty. Let’s take it slow; the night is long. Let’s talk for a bit first.”

Jiang Ruoqing, having never experienced such a thing, couldn’t know whether other men would be any different, so she just let Chen Mo speak. She nodded in response to his words.

To her, stalling for a while was better than nothing.

Chen Mo started chatting about everything with her.

But Jiang Ruoqing had no real intention of chatting, she was too nervous, so could only respond vaguely.

With Chen Mo talking alone, naturally the conversation couldn’t continue for long.

As Chen Mo fell silent, the room was enveloped in a strange silence.

Sighing, Chen Mo spoke again, this time using an address that was quite cheesy, at least to Jiang Ruoqing.

”Ruoqing, what realm are you in now?” Chen Mo asked as he wrapped his arm around Jiang Ruoqing’s waist, pulling her soft and slightly plump body into his embrace.

Jiang Ruoqing’s delicate body tensed, and she took a deep breath to calm herself, ”Second Grade, mid-stage.”

A twenty-five-year-old Second-Grade on the Canglan Continent could be said to have top-tier talent.

”Impressive, no wonder you’re the woman I’ve chosen,” Chen Mo said.

If he hadn’t carried a burden, he wouldn’t even have had the opportunity to meet her.

Jiang Ruoqing felt a bit of a taunt in his words and remained silent.

Chen Mo held her hand and continued, ”Ruoqing, do you know the technique for Yin Yang Balance?”

Of course Jiang Ruoqing knew, it was in the Dao Scripture of the Su Nv Sect, and even included the Dual Cultivation Technique. But, as the Su Nv Sect was a single-lineage sect, learning it alone was useless, so she didn’t learn it.

However, she had seen the technique, and as a Second-Grade Martial Artist, once seen, it was hard to forget.

Seeing her silence, Chen Mo continued, ”I know it, and I also have...”

Chen Mo whispered into Jiang Ruoqing’s ear.

Jiang Ruoqing’s face turned beet red, as what Chen Mo said was all embarrassing.

An atmosphere of ambiguity immediately filled the room.

Especially when the green lamp suddenly went out, pushing the ambiguous atmosphere to its peak.

Chen Mo started caressing her waist.

Fingers sliding beneath her clothing, pressing against her skin...

Jiang Ruoqing’s breathing suddenly became erratic.

For an Innate Martial Artist, the darkness had no effect on them.

Noticing that Jiang Ruoqing was already in a daze, Chen Mo leaned over and took off her embroidered shoes.

He had thought that Luo Zhen and Xiao Yunxi’s feet were already beautiful enough, but hadn’t expected Jiang Ruoqing’s to be even more so.

How did that poem describe it?

As the phoenix shoes are cast aside, the silk socks are removed, who will exchange White Jade, carved with soft fragrance?

Jiang Ruoqing’s feet could indeed be called beautiful feet.

Chen Mo clasped her beautiful feet in his hands, playing with them delicately.

Jiang Ruoqing’s clear eyes softened completely, her feet arched, wanting to struggle, but there was nowhere to escape, her body gently wriggled on the sheets, her hands instinctively grasping the covers tightly.

What made her feel even more ashamed was that he... actually kissed her feet...

Rustle... rustle...

At some point, a strong wind picked up outside the window, carrying fine rain. The sound of the rain grew louder, finally pattering on the eaves and perfectly covering up some faint moans.

...

It was unknown how much time had passed.

When Jiang Ruoqing opened her eyes, Chen Mo was looking at her with a grin, and it was obviously already the next day outside the window.

The soreness in her limbs and last night’s memories made her quickly close her eyes, then buried her head under the covers, acting like an ostrich.

However, the more she thought about it, the angrier she got, until she couldn’t hold back anymore. She poked her head out and bit down on Chen Mo’s shoulder, not letting go until she drew blood and the anger in her chest had mostly dissipated, unlike how she felt sorry for him like Luo Zhen and Ye Wanqiu did...

She had surrendered twice last night, yet this bad guy still wouldn’t let her go.

”Feeling better?” Chen Mo held her in his arms, not paying any mind to the small wound.

Jiang Ruoqing was not some meek woman and wouldn’t lie in Chen Mo’s arms speaking sweet words. She simply gritted her teeth and said coldly, ”Excessive.”

Clearly, she wasn’t pacified.

Chen Mo wasn’t at all embarrassed and said, ”You weren’t like this last night, even calling me your dear brother.”

Then Chen Mo felt the movement of True Qi.

It was emanating from Jiang Ruoqing.

Chen Mo stopped teasing and quickly comforted her, then said, ”Ruoqing, now feel your own strength.”

Jiang Ruoqing took a moment to feel it, then raised her eyebrows, realizing she was already at the late stage of Second Grade.

She widened her eyes.

Chen Mo looked at her, satisfaction showing on his face.

Dual cultivation also depends on the strength of both parties; the higher the strength, the better the effect.

Jiang Ruoqing was still a virgin, and her talent was good.

An increase in strength wasn’t surprising.

Of course, this was for Chen Mo.

Jiang Ruoqing wasn’t aware that Chen Mo possessed Phoenix Qi.

Her expression became complex.

She even considered the reason Chen Mo was so excessive last night was entirely to enhance her strength.

At this moment, the anger within her had significantly subsided.

But admitting fault was out of the question for her.

As for Chen Mo, pleasing women had already become an accustomed routine.

Seeing her attitude soften considerably, he quickly showered her with endearments like sweetheart and darling, so saccharine that it made her skin crawl.

Thinking Chen Mo was admitting his fault, Jiang Ruoqing thus followed the slope and rested her head against his chest.

Chen Mo caressed her hair and said, ”Later, accompany me back to the Chen Mansion, to see her.”

The ”her” Chen Mo spoke of, Jiang Ruoqing knew, was the bride she had seen that night, and immediately shook her head, ”No.”

Even though she didn’t know who that bride was, being in a lesser position meant it was too awkward to meet a superior.