Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

[On the fourth day, due to an incident where the three clans intercepted, in order to avoid other unexpected situations, Zuoqiu Yiren opened a long-distance spatial channel.]

...

[On the seventh day, you arrived at Shenxiao Sect. Having become a direct disciple of Shenxiao Sect, you also have your own exclusive spirit peak, which you named Yong’an Peak, signifying eternal peace. You settled your women on Yong’an Peak.]

[On the eighth day, you exchanged a large amount of low-grade spirit stones for points, and with Zuoqiu Yiren’s help, you used a large number of points to choose suitable cultivation techniques for the women and to test their physiques.

On that day, under Zuoqiu Yiren’s suggestion, you prepared a medicinal bath with the holy medicine Nirvana Flower to lay a solid foundation for cultivation for your three children.]

[On the ninth day, in happiness and joy.]

[On the tenth day, in happiness and joy.]

[Simulation ends, please choose one of the following three options as a reward.]

[One, ten days of cultivation experience.]

[Two, ten days of heart method experience.]

[Three, dragon blood spilled from the wound of a Dragon Race strongman.]

After finishing the simulation, Chen Mo looked at the ten days of simulation content and frowned, he did not expect that not only the Qingqiu Spirit Fox Race had come, but also the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race had arrived together.

From the simulation content, Chen Mo could clearly know.

The three clans all wanted his life.

After choosing reward ”Three,” Chen Mo transmitted a message to Zuoqiu Yiren.

”Sister Yiren.”

”What’s up?” Zuoqiu Yiren lay on her side on the deck, her gourd of Monkey Wine was about to finish, which made her quite irritable.

”Sister Yiren, I have a bad feeling, I always feel that the strongmen of the Demon Race should have already arrived. Think about it, it has been three or four months since the Daoist Alliance assessment ended, the Demon Race must have known about the Daoist Alliance assessment, judging by the time, they are probably already on the way here, I’m worried they will intercept us on the road.” Chen Mo said.

Not wanting to worry the women, Chen Mo did not reveal any panic while transmitting the message.

Chen Mo’s words made Zuoqiu Yiren frown.

The words were not without reason, it was better to be cautious.

After all, Chen Mo possessed the Three Immortal Body, not only did the Daoist Alliance regard him as a treasure, but even Shenxiao Sect also valued him extremely highly, so no mishap could occur.

Zuoqiu Yiren quickly contacted the Daoist Alliance, asking them to send a few more strongmen to escort.

Seeing that Zuoqiu Yiren sought support, Chen Mo sighed in relief.

Although he averted danger in the simulation, it was still good to have some preparation in advance.

...

Though Chen Mo sat on the deck, most of the women stayed in the cabin of the spiritual boat.

Regardless of Zuoqiu Yiren’s good attitude towards Chen Mo, it was directed only at him.

In front of the women, she was quite aloof, never started conversations, and if asked, she would reply sparsely, not easy to get along with.

Naturally, the women would not hang around her, it would be awkward.

In the largest room in the cabin, a screen was placed by the window to block the sunlight.

A square table was in the middle, with jade-made Mahjong on top.

Zhao Jiangning, Xiao Yunxi, Zhao Fujin, and Wu Xin’Er sat together, each with different expressions.

Behind the four, Chun Ling and Xia Ling, dressed in light skirts, carried small teapots, doing the work of serving tea and water.

Actually, the two were also Chen Mo’s women, and they could be considered sisters to Zhao Fujin and the others, but both women knew their low status, even with Chen Mo’s favor, they did not become arrogant.

They were also used to doing these tasks, even though Wu Xin’Er had told them a few times not to do so, it was of no use.

Gradually, everyone got used to it.

Zhao Jiangning kept asking Zhao Fujin about Primordial Heaven, mainly wanting to know if their past actions would cause trouble for Chen Mo.

”Don’t worry, elder sister, since Junior Brother was tested with the Three Immortal Body, he has been treated like a treasure by the Daoist Alliance and is highly valued by the sect.” Zhao Fujin played a tile and smiled.

”That’s good, I don’t want to cause trouble for my husband.” Zhao Jiangning was relieved.

”Jiangning, you’ve already given him a child, this is not a bother, it is something he should do.”

Xiao Yunxi, dressed in a light red long skirt, her curvy figure causing her to sweat easily, had undone two buttons of her collar for ventilation, revealing a slight roundness inside, her phoenix eyes carrying a hint of mature woman’s charm.

”Indeed, elder sister, you gave him a child and even shared a bed with him, these are things he should do.” Mentioning children, Zhao Fujin’s words turned a bit sour.

Speaking of which, besides her mother, she should have been the first woman he met.

But now, it seemed she came after.

No marriage.

No children.

Not even completing the adult ceremony with him.

In a sense, she could not be considered his woman.

”By the way, Your Highness, what exactly is the relationship between Yi Ren sister and your husband, previously when Zining and the others called her Aunty, she did not deny it, but rather seemed to default to it.”

Wu Xin’Er was thoughtful, always feeling that there was something odd about the relationship between Chen Mo and Zuoqiu Yiren.

Mentioning this, Wu Xin’Er felt a bit jealous.

Because Zuoqiu Yiren was simply too beautiful, like a fairy.

Feet not touching the ground, seemingly unstained by the dust of the mortal world.

”Hmm?” At these words, Zhao Fujin was taken aback: ”Aunty, could it be mistaken? Elder Zuoqiu is about seven hundred years older than Junior Brother. Also, in the seven hundred years, Elder Zuoqiu has never been close to any man, why should things be different with Junior Brother. The two simply have a master-disciple relationship.”

Saying this, Zhao Fujin glanced at Xiao Yunxi and said in surprise: ”Mother, what’s wrong with you?”

She noticed her mother seemed a bit flustered.

”Noth... nothing?” Xiao Yunxi’s gaze was somewhat evasive, having felt inexplicable guilt when hearing Fujin’s words earlier.

Fortunately, Wu Xin’Er’s and Zhao Jiangning’s astonished voices diverted Zhao Fujin’s attention: ”More than seven hundred years old...”

These girls weren’t particularly familiar with the concepts represented by various realms in Primordial Heaven, thus there was no clear understanding in their minds.

They only knew the age gap was over seven hundred years, which was indeed quite large.

Moreover, Zuoqiu Yiren did not seem like a person over seven hundred years old.

”What’s seven hundred plus years, there are people several thousand years older...” Zhao Fujin slowly explained to the girls.

While Xiao Yunxi focused only on that statement.

In Primordial Heaven, age was not a disparity at all.

...

On the other side.

Ye Wanqiu, Luo Zhen, Yi Yao, Xu Miaozhen, and Qi Nichang stayed in a room together.

Among Chen Mo’s women, there were also several small groups.

And they were one of those groups, often playing together and were quite close.

While Lianyi, Moon Slave, Qiuling and Dongling could be considered another group, with not much conversation and all being ordinary people.

Cao Xiyue and Han Jingyun got along with everyone and also enjoyed being alone together.

Yue Yuxi and Ji Xi’Er were all independent and couldn’t mingle with many of the other women.