Night fell.
Meng Qingzhou circled the palace, setting up a sword formation to guard against a sudden attack from the Buddhist Kingdom.
Even though he was already among the top cultivators in the Wilderness, activities like sleeping and eating, which were necessary to maintain the life signs of ordinary people, were no longer essential for him.
Eating was for nutrition, but cultivators absorbed the essence of the morning glow and the moonlight at dusk, inhaling the essence of heaven and earth, making eating unnecessary.
Sleeping was for mental rejuvenation, but once one broke through to the Sea Covering Realm, the Divine Soul could sit in meditation and recover on its own.
The only reason Meng Qingzhou continued these activities was to maintain the characteristics of being ‘human.’
As his power grew, capable of plucking stars and overturning the heavens, if he abandoned even the basic traits of being ‘human,’ he would eventually become inhuman, losing emotions and desires, living like a machine.
[Host has embarked on the Sky-Reaching Path.]
[Accumulate spiritual energy blindly, automatically converting it into ‘principle experience.’]
[From now on, principle experience points will be accumulated every moment.]
The system prompt sounded.
Meng Qingzhou was slightly taken aback, then chuckled.
Better late than never; he had thought the system was malfunctioning.
From the moment he embarked on the Sky-Reaching Path, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth no longer had any effect on him.
To embody the principles within oneself was an inward journey.
The only way to advance in realm was to shift from absorbing spiritual energy to comprehending principles and gradually perfecting the inner universe cycle.
The broader the tributaries of the principles of time and space planted within his body, the higher his cultivation level would rise.
The system had changed this aspect; it no longer automatically accumulated spiritual energy experience but principle experience, acting as a cultivation aid.
“The Buddhist Kingdom is really quiet.”
“Even though I shook the foundation of Zen, exposed the true face of the Buddhist Kingdom, and hindered the will of the masses, there hasn’t been the slightest reaction. The Buddha remains in seclusion, and not a single Arhat or Bodhisattva has come.”
“Do they really plan to wait until the Sky State is about to unify, to synchronize the unification of the Wilderness?”
Feeling frustrated, Meng Qingzhou sighed.
He had hoped to use the Arhats and Bodhisattvas as whetstones to break through to the Sky-Reaching Realm, while also weakening the Buddhist Kingdom’s foundation.
It seemed like the scenarios in novels were all false.
Since his debut, he had never encountered the situation where minions were sent one after another to be defeated!
It was either an all-out assault or complete inaction. When they decided to kill you, they would reveal all their trump cards at once.
When fighting Zhao Yuhuan, before anything significant happened, he came aggressively to challenge, intending to perish together.
When a few juniors from the Seven Nations Alliance died, they immediately launched a full-scale attack, forming alliances and mobilizing their entire army.
The Ancestral Sect Alliance hid dozens of Morning Glow experts, and even brought Ji Wushuang into the fray.
Now, the Buddhist Kingdom was the same. After losing a Lustful Arhat, they retreated into their shell, waiting for the best moment to reveal all their trump cards, even if it meant waiting until Meng Qingzhou broke through to the Sky-Reaching Realm.
“Annoying.”
“When in doubt, sleep it out.”
Meng Qingzhou returned to his bedroom, too lazy to light a lamp. Lighting a lamp for a blind person seemed unnecessary. He groped his way to the bed, took off his outer clothes, removed his blindfold, and slipped under the covers.
“Hmm?”
“What’s this soft thing?”
As soon as Meng Qingzhou got into bed, he felt a warm sensation. When he reached out, he grabbed something soft, and immediately realized what it was, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably.
“Who’s in my bed!”
“Master, it’s me…”
“Xiyue?! Didn’t I say that the warm bed maid was just a joke? Why did you take it seriously?”
Dongfang Liuli, who had been hiding under the covers for a long time, seeing her prey finally return home, stopped pretending and wrapped herself around his waist like an octopus, speaking softly:
“Master, I have a request.”
Meng Qingzhou rubbed his temples, feeling a headache, and stiffly said, “Whatever you have to say, get up first.”
“Master, I am a married man. Do you intend to commit such a disgraceful act?”
Dongfang Liuli’s fingers wandered over his body, slowly moving downward. She removed her mask and smiled mischievously, appearing particularly enchanting:
“She’s not here anyway, so what’s there to fear? Besides, which woman in the world wouldn’t be envious of a man as magnificent as you, Master? Instead of saying I’m here to serve you to sleep, it’s more like…”
“I want to taste you, Master, and earn a reward.”
Meng Qingzhou couldn’t figure out what his wife was up to this time. Feeling a sudden jolt below, he quickly grabbed the little devil’s hand and feigned anger:
“Where do you think you’re touching!”
“Get off!”
“Besides, you just joined the family and haven’t been with me for long. You haven’t made any contributions yet, so why should you get a reward?”
Dongfang Liuli buried her face in his neck, greedily inhaling his unique masculine scent, her voice dreamy:
“With great enemies ahead, Master is alone and vulnerable. I came to you in your time of need. Doesn’t that count as a contribution? Soon, the Buddhist Kingdom will launch a massive attack. I am your only reliable support. Su Qingqiu and Wu Die are too weak to be of any use.”
“In times of crisis, those who take on responsibilities are always considered meritorious. I dare to ask for a reward in advance, hoping Master will help me cultivate. Can you?”
As she spoke, Dongfang Liuli’s hands and feet became restless, untying her clothes and slowly removing her cool silk nightgown, then helping Meng Qingzhou undress.
She then straddled his waist, supporting herself on either side of his head, and slowly leaned down, her black hair cascading down, enveloping their gradually approaching faces.
When they were less than an inch apart, Dongfang Liuli suddenly paused, her voice seductive:
“Master, you really are a hypocrite. Clearly, you desire me, yet you pretend to be a gentleman.”
“Such a naughty boy.”
Meng Qingzhou lay straight, silent, accepting his fate.
“Master, I want you to help me cultivate.”
“Enough talk, just do it!”
“Hehe, thank you for the reward, Master.”
…
…
The night was quiet, filled with the sound of frogs croaking.
Wu Die and Su Qingqiu hugged their knees, staring blankly at the frogs croaking in the pond. They exchanged glances and simultaneously looked back towards Meng Qingzhou’s bedroom.
“Qingqiu, do you think I’m ugly?” Wu Die suddenly asked, her beautiful eyes filled with sorrow.
Hearing this, Su Qingqiu snapped out of her thoughts, seriously examined her, and commented:
“Not at all. You’re a stunning beauty. If we were to rank the beauties of the world, Your Majesty would be in a class of her own, and you would be in the second class.”
Wu Die asked blankly:
“Then why did a new maid, whose beauty is unknown, immediately become Master’s favorite?”
Su Qingqiu rolled her eyes and bluntly said:
“Nonsense!”
“Does Master care about beauty?”
Wu Die was taken aback, then nodded: “True.”
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