Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Chen Mo shook his head and chuckled.

When you have too many lice, it doesn’t itch.

Already made two direct disciples angry, a few more won’t make a difference.

After leaving the platform, the two passed through the spatial channel and appeared on the square of the Inner Sect.

”Junior Brother.”

”Master.”

”...”

As soon as Chen Mo spoke to Wang Chen, two sweet voices rang in his ears.

Chen Mo turned his head to see Zhao Fujin, Zhao Qianyi, Jiang Ruoqing, Xiaojiu, Nangong Xue, and Zuoqiu Yiren, who had been waiting for a while.

Upon seeing Chen Mo, Xiaojiu pounced first. When she was two steps away, she leaped and directly landed on Chen Mo, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Xiaojiu was already quite tall, so leaping onto Chen Mo made her seem a head taller, hugging Chen Mo’s head as if she was applying face wash.

”Master, you said you’d take me along, almost had an accident. Master, are you okay...”

”Mmmm...” Chen Mo’s face was pressed into the grooves by Xiaojiu, yet she was so strong that he was almost out of breath.

Wang Chen watched with envy, looking at Zuoqiu Yiren: ”Aunt, I want a hug too.”

At this moment, he felt a trace of killing intent.

It emanated from his aunt’s eyes.

Zuoqiu Yiren rubbed her fists, her eyes full of killing intent, and said with a forced smile, ”Want a hug, do you...”

”No need.” Wang Chen gulped.

”Oh, I’m sure you do.”

Zuoqiu Yiren flew over and began to ravage Wang Chen.

In the square, heart-wrenching screams echoed.

Anyone passing by couldn’t help but think it was too cruel.

”Lazy and unreliable.”

”Can’t stand it.”

”Tattletale!”

Zuoqiu Yiren’s fists greeted Wang Chen’s face.

”Aunt, please... stop, I was wrong.” Wang Chen cried out in pain, clutching his head.

”Bang! You were wrong, huh, where were you wrong?”

”Everywhere, especially shouldn’t have spoken ill of you behind your back, ah...”

”Bang!”

”But I’m your own nephew.”

”Better to discipline nephews early.”

”...”

Even Zhao Fujin, who was watching, felt it was a bit much and asked Chen Mo, ”Junior Brother, what bad things did Wang Chen Junior Brother say about Elder Zuoqiu?”

Chen Mo pushed away the clinging Xiaojiu, tapped her head, and said irritably, ”Were you trying to smother me?”

Though Xiaojiu’s figure was soft and plush, pressing hard indeed made it hard to breathe.

Then he answered Zhao Fujin, ”Oh, it’s just like Yiren Sis said. I don’t know how she found out, can sounds from the Profound Spirit Mirror be heard outside?”

”No.” Zhao Fujin shook her head, ”You can only see the outside projected by the Profound Spirit Mirror, unless Elder Zuoqiu can read lips.”

”Reading lips?” Chen Mo was taken aback, but hearing how detailed Yiren Sis described it, that seemed the only possibility.

Chen Mo mourned for Wang Chen.

Who told him to be so mischievous.

While Zuoqiu Yiren was teaching Wang Chen a lesson.

Chen Mo distributed the Nascent Soul Realm demon beast cores he collected to Zhao Qianyi and Jiang Ruoqing.

He wanted to give some to Xiaojiu, but she transmitted that she didn’t need it.

”Miss Nangong Xue, these are for you and Xiao Yue.” Chen Mo handed a jade box to Nangong Xue, which contained demon beast cores.

Zhao Fujin, Zhao Qianyi, and Jiang Ruoqing had long regarded the Nangong sisters as future sisters-in-law to share the same husband.

They didn’t mind it.

Nangong Xue stared at the jade box Chen Mo handed her, slightly startled, her gaze complex.

”Just take it.” Seeing Nangong Xue suddenly blank out, Chen Mo didn’t know what she was thinking and placed the jade box into her hand.

After that, he distributed some treasure medicines he obtained to the girls.

For Zhao Fujin, Zhao Qianyi, Jiang Ruoqing, Chen Mo was their man, so they accepted the gifts without hesitation.

Family doesn’t stand on ceremony.

Xiaojiu accepted hers too.

In Xiaojiu’s heart, she already thought of herself as her master’s woman.

”These two treasure medicines are for you and Xiao Yue.” Chen Mo placed two more treasure medicines on the jade box in Nangong Xue’s hand.

Nangong Xue’s heart trembled.

When Chen Mo gave them these things, he didn’t ask for anything in return.

It was essentially a free gift.

Remembering her vow when Chen Mo defeated Gu Shashen and entered the Golden Dao List, her heart beat even more wildly.

Thinking about possibly sharing a husband with her sister in the future, Nangong Xue’s face blushed with rare redness and shyness.

Over on Wang Chen’s side, Zuoqiu Yiren finally calmed down and stopped hitting him.

Though Zuoqiu Yiren hit hard, she held back appropriately, being her own nephew, so it was just some superficial injuries.

He’d heal in a few days.

”Auntie, you’re too harsh...” cried Wang Chen, his face swollen like a pig’s head.

”Let’s see if you dare again, don’t think just because I’m unable to hear you in the Profound Spirit Mirror.”

Zuoqiu Yiren glared at Wang Chen, then her gaze swept to Chen Mo, who was distributing treasures, and for some reason, she moved forward and pinched Chen Mo’s cheek.

When Chen Mo looked at her confusedly, Zuoqiu Yiren extended her hand towards him, ”Where’s mine?”

Her voice unexpectedly carried a hint of teenage sweetness.

”Wouldn’t forget yours, Yiren Sis, the Monkey Wine, I have it with me, want it now?” Chen Mo said.

”Let’s go to Merak Peak.” Zuoqiu Yiren raised her hand, a spatial channel appeared, then she pulled Chen Mo’s hand and headed towards it.

Whether intentional or not, when Zuoqiu Yiren grabbed Chen Mo’s hand, their fingers intertwined.

Before leaving, Zuoqiu Yiren remembered something, waved to Wang Chen, and sent him to their family’s Spirit Peak, then pulled Chen Mo into the spatial channel.

As for Zuoqiu Yiren holding Chen Mo’s hand, the girls paid it no mind, assuming it accidental.

Otherwise, surely Elder Zuoqiu couldn’t like her husband...

Returning to Merak Peak.

Zuoqiu Yiren pretended to be calm as she released Chen Mo’s hand, then extended her hand towards him.

For this wine enthusiast, Chen Mo didn’t know what to say.

Setting aside a few jars of Monkey Wine for himself,

Chen Mo handed all the remaining Monkey Wine to Zuoqiu Yiren.

The latter almost drooled, gulping down several mouthfuls, then extended her hand to Chen Mo again.

”What?” Chen Mo was puzzled.

”Bring the Blood Demon Hundred Ghost Banner out, in honor of this Monkey Wine, I’ll refine it for you, so next time you use it, it won’t look so sinister, otherwise people might mistake you for a demonic cultivator.” Zuoqiu Yiren said casually.