The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Chen Dong took a light-blue Flowing Skirt Magic Robe from his ring and tossed it over. These clothes all belonged to Mu Qingzhu.

He also took out a light-colored bodice and asked, ”Do you need this?”

The girl’s face flushed red as she snatched it away, huffing, ”Pervert!”

Chen Dong was baffled. ’What’s so perverted about that? Does she think she’s too small to wear something this big? That can’t be right. These things of Mu Qingzhu’s are all high-grade items. She just needs to refine them a bit to adjust the size, and they’re guaranteed to be a perfect fit.’

It had never occurred to Chen Dong that a male cultivator who could produce a Female Cultivator’s clothing—including her undergarments—at a moment’s notice would be called anything but a pervert.

From within the Jade Embryo, Mu Qingzhu couldn’t help but snicker.

”Pervert... Haha... She nailed it!”

Chen Dong snorted. ”What’s so funny? By the way, I had a new insight into the Yuqing Immortal Technique today. I haven’t grasped the Great Divination Art, but I did figure out the Circulatory Divine Calculation!”

Mu Qingzhu replied smugly, ”The Circulatory Divine Calculation? You’ve still got a long way to go! To use an analogy from your Kyushu, the Circulatory Divine Calculation is simple addition and subtraction, whereas the Great Divination Art is like a world-class mathematical conundrum. Take your time figuring it out... pervert!”

The girl didn’t resume her meditation. Instead, she couldn’t resist entering the hot spring bath. She used all of her freshly recovered Spiritual Power to place several wards that would block Divine Sense. With them in place, not even a Nascent Soul Peak expert could spy on the room without her knowing. Only then, satisfied, did the girl strip off her filthy clothes.

The hot spring in the bath was fed by underground Spiritual Water, heated by Earth Fire, and constantly flowing. The temperature could be adjusted to one’s liking using the Earth Fire. The girl felt it was a slight step down from her own immortal cave, but still exceptionally nice.

Soaking comfortably in the spring, she cranked up the Earth Fire until the water was steaming. The girl savored the moment. After two years of hiding and running, forget a hot spring—she hadn’t even had a proper bath, only ever using her Spiritual Power for a quick cleansing. This moment of pure bliss allowed her mind and body to relax, and she unexpectedly drifted off to sleep.

「By the next afternoon.」

Chen Dong was in the courtyard, playing a game of chess by himself. He appeared to be alone, but he was actually playing against Mu Qingzhu.

The girl hadn’t even stepped outside before she heard Chen Dong’s irritated voice.

”You’re cheating! You can’t use the Great Divination Art!”

The girl reached the doorway and saw Chen Dong, his fingers held in a delicate orchid pose, as he said with a demure smile, ”How could you call it cheating? It’s part of my skill, you know!”

Then, his demeanor shifted in an instant. In a stern voice, he flung his sleeves and declared, ”I’m not playing anymore! Who could possibly beat you when you’re using the Great Divination Art?!”

The girl was startled. ’He really is a pervert! I bet he doesn’t just collect those clothes for show—he probably wears them himself! Good thing I washed them again, otherwise it would feel disgusting to wear them.’

Chen Dong sensed the girl had come out and grumbled, ”You’re finally out! You were in there washing for a whole day and night. If you hadn’t come out soon, I was about to go in. I was genuinely afraid you’d passed on to the immortal realm in there!”

He casually glanced over, but the sight made his heart jump. The eight-or-nine-year-old girl had transformed into a beautiful young woman, her figure exquisite and her features radiating a captivating, youthful grace that seemed to outshine even the moon.

’Did she grow up just by taking a bath? Impossible!’ According to the Great Divination Art, both the little girl and this young woman were her true forms, not some Illusion Technique. In the Dao, appearance is born from the mind; one’s looks are not something you can just mold at will. You at least have to have the underlying potential for a certain appearance. It was like Wang Xian’Er: even if she cultivated to the stages of Golden Core and Nascent Soul, if she couldn’t slim down on her own, her final Dao Body would still be plump.

Seeing Chen Dong’s dumbfounded expression, the girl felt quite satisfied. ’Hmph, go on and look down on me. I bet you’re stunned now!’

Chen Dong quickly composed himself, clearing his throat. ”You’re a Sacrificial Priest from the Demon Race, aren’t you?”

The girl nodded. The fact that Chen Dong hadn’t done anything to her while she was asleep for a whole night had earned him a measure of her trust.

”My name is Liu Ling, High Priest of the Demon Race!”

Chen Dong’s heart jolted—no, it was more like a violent quake. The name Liu Ling wasn’t just famous among the Demon Race; it was renowned throughout the entire Floating Shadow Realm.

The Sacrificial Priests of the Demon Race never participated in combat; their role was to heal and rescue their kin. There wasn’t just one High Priest, as different clans each had their own. The title of High Priest signified that the individual could heal injuries at the Nascent Soul Stage. It was an ancient title, bestowed as a sign of utmost respect.

And Liu Ling was the strongest of all High Priests. On several occasions, Demon Kings who had suffered fatal wounds at the hands of the Human Race were brought back to full health by her healing. She seemed to have a solution for injuries that left other High Priests completely helpless. In the great war between the Human and Demon Races two years ago, the humans’ fight would not have been nearly so arduous without her presence.

A top-tier support is absolutely crucial in a war!

Chen Dong couldn’t understand how such a legendary High Priest could have ended up so grievously injured, her cultivation Realm diminished.

Chen Dong, who had felt no animosity toward Liu Ling before, now felt a surge of killing intent upon hearing her name. Her very existence was too great a threat to the Human Race.

Chen Dong was silent for a long moment before asking coldly, ”You’d reveal your identity just like that? Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Liu Ling shook her head slightly. ”I have wandered the territories of the Human Race for two years, and I’ve heard of a place called the Jiuzhou Realm. I imagine you come from there. Besides, I have a feeling that we’re the same kind of people. You won’t kill me.”

Chen Dong’s figure blurred. With a flicker of lightning, a Thunder Spear materialized and pressed against Liu Ling’s throat.

”How am I in any way like you of the Demon Race? I only found it novel that you treated a little wolf cub. On what basis do you dare conclude that I won’t kill you?”