Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

The seventy-fifth day of the Great Chaos.

Chen Mo was awakened by the sound of rain before dawn. The raindrops pattered against the tent, and as he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel his body was somewhat fatigued.

”Damn. The dual cultivation these past two days has been too frequent and numerous; I need to restrain myself a bit.”

Chen Mo slightly rose and leaned on the pillow, glancing to the side.

Jiang Ruoqing was different from his other women. Unlike Luo Zhen, Ye Wanqiu, or even Xiao Yunxi, who all enjoyed cuddling with him after cloud and rain, basking in the warmth, and liked to stay in his embrace if they slept over.

However, Jiang Ruoqing didn’t need such warmth. After the applause, she lay beside him, quite like a scoundrel woman who puts on her pants and leaves after eating and wiping clean.

Moreover, she was rather tsundere about matters in bed. Clearly, her heart desired it, and her body had already complied, but her mouth kept saying no, often pushing his shoulder.

Yet when Chen Mo genuinely let her go, she would glare at him resentfully.

It seemed like being at the military camp or something, she was like a righteous person caught and unwilling to confess, hugging the pillow without uttering a sound.

It wasn’t until Chen Mo gave her a spank on the butt that she let out a couple of yelps.

Jiang Ruoqing lay on her side, facing him, hugging the quilt, holding it between her legs. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed, with black hair sticking to her cheek, looking slightly lazy, her skin glowing with full collagen.

Also, Chen Mo felt her strength was approaching First Grade.

Because of reaching the peak of the First Grade in both martial arts realm and mental realm, during these dual cultivations, Chen Mo channeled Phoenix Qi to guide the energy into Jiang Ruoqing’s body.

However, this also resulted in Chen Mo feeling drained after finishing.

Fortunately, Jiang Ruoqing was the first to collapse, unable to wake up even with the heavy rain. Chen Mo’s dignity as a man was intact.

Looking at Jiang Ruoqing’s still charming sleeping face, Chen Mo felt heated once again, so he shook his head vigorously, silently recited the Clear Heart Technique several times to calm himself, needing restraint, needing restraint.

Already awake, Chen Mo had no desire to sleep anymore. He put on a light robe, covering Jiang Ruoqing’s tender body entirely with the quilt before stepping out of the commander’s tent.

Standing a few feet outside the tent, personal soldiers wearing raincoats heard the commotion and hurried over, with another soldier eager to take off their raincoat to put it on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised his hand to refuse, snapping his fingers, and True Qi overflowed. The sound of falling rain separated two sides when it reached half a meter from his head, unable to come near Chen Mo.

”Sir,” the two personal soldiers greeted respectfully with hands cupped in obeisance.

”You may all go rest.” Chen Mo leaped onto the top of the tent, intending to comprehend something, but suddenly thought of something: ”Bring me a piece of clean cloth.”

”Yes.”

Inside the commander’s tent, the bed and the meeting area were together without anything separating them, which was rather inconvenient.

Chen Mo wanted a cloth to hang it between, adding a curtain to separate it. This way, when Jiang Ruoqing takes a bath, he wouldn’t need to step out.

...

The rain didn’t last long and stopped when day broke.

However, it brought good news to the army, as the water level of the moat rose, enhancing defense to a higher level, and the rain also brought a touch of coolness to the scorching weather.

Noticing Jiang Ruoqing had awakened, Chen Mo left the commander’s tent and headed to the Fire Head Camp.

”General.”

”General.”

”...”

Seeing Chen Mo, the soldiers in the Fire Head Camp were all excited, greeting him enthusiastically.

As the soldiers of the Fire Head Camp responsible for logistics, it was challenging for them to have close contact with Chen Mo, making them thrilled to see their idol arrive.

Chen Mo responded to them one by one, then checked what ingredients were available in the kitchen.

”Hmm, there’s still fish?” Upon seeing the large grass carp in the water tank, Chen Mo felt a bit surprised.

”This was purchased at the market early this morning by us,” said a chubby man wearing a white cloth as an apron as he stepped forward. ”Does the General want fish? Fried or steamed?”

With sufficient military rations, the Fire Head Camp could indeed purchase some fresh ingredients locally.

”No need, you carry on; I’ll do it myself.”

Chen Mo shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, fished a grass carp from the water tank, and started handling it himself.

Scaled, gutted, and cleaned the fish, heated the oil in the pan, all done in one go.

The cooks at the Fire Head Camp were dumbfounded, amazed at how skilled the General was. They couldn’t believe he hadn’t spent a lot of time in the kitchen before.

...

When Jiang Ruoqing was looking for Chen Mo, she saw him carrying a food box, with a scent of cooking oil on him, walking over, and happened to meet Jiang Ruoqing coming out to find him.

”Ruoqing, you’re awake? Come, come, I made fish soup for you.”

With that, Chen Mo carried the food box, stepping into the commander’s tent first.

Jiang Ruoqing followed behind.

Inside the commander’s tent, Chen Mo lifted the curtain and went straight to the bed, finding that Jiang Ruoqing had already tidied the bed, with the quilt folded neatly, and his Celestial Spirit Heart Guard Armor was also neatly placed aside.

”Impressive, I didn’t expect you to have such a virtuous side.” Chen Mo moved a table to the bedside, placed the food box on the table, took out a steaming bowl of fish soup, and patted the bed, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

Jiang Ruoqing blushed at Chen Mo’s teasing remark, giving him a coquettish glare and replied, ”I didn’t expect you to be able to make soup.”

”Of course, serving the Empress can’t be without some skills,” Chen Mo continued jokingly.

But Jiang Ruoqing’s eyebrows furrowed: serving the Empress?

”Come, quickly sit down and taste how it is?” Chen Mo didn’t find anything wrong with what he said, instead serving a bowl of fish soup to Jiang Ruoqing.

Although she found Chen Mo’s words a bit strange, seeing that he said it in a joking tone, she didn’t think much of it, picking up the bowl Chen Mo had served her and tasted it.

”I didn’t expect that not only can you fight well, but the fish soup is also delicious,” Jiang Ruoqing said.

”If it’s good, have more to replenish your body. Last night must have tired you out,” Chen Mo said.

Jiang Ruoqing gave Chen Mo an annoyed glare, but her heart felt warm.

She thought that the man in front of her was beginning to genuinely attract her.

Although he was younger than her, sometimes frivolous, and mischievous,

he was reliable and composed when it came to serious matters, brave, resourceful, and considerate...

Seeing Chen Mo serve her another bowl of fish soup, Jiang Ruoqing pushed it back: ”I can’t drink that much, you have it.”

Chen Mo smiled with narrowed eyes, while touching her thigh, he chuckled, ”You feed me.”

Jiang Ruoqing: ”...”