80: Chapter 80 The Tenderest Sense of Ritual

Early morning.

The first rays of sunlight in Guangming Village rose from the direction of the Lingxi River, as if a Savage God had used golden fingers to pull back the silver-blue velvet of the night.

The golden-red morning light passed through the tips of the spirit grain in the spirit fields, through the wooden fence of the primary defensive wall, and through the window lattice of the Chiefs Tent.

It was as if a net woven from golden thread by a Savage God covered the entire village.

Zhao Linger woke up in the medical tent.

She first sensed the faint fragrance of herbs; the spirit medicine prepared by Hua Jieyu had been simmering on the spirit stone stove all night long.

The emerald-green spirit energy diffused through the tent like a fine mist, resembling the morning dew in the Spirit Garden.

Then, she felt the coolness of the bandage on her right arm; the shadow toxin had mostly faded under the continuous effect of Hua Jieyu's spirit medicine.

Only faint dark pink marks remained, resembling kiss marks on the petals of a spirit flower.

Then, she saw it.

Beside her pillow,

a brand-new moon-white nightgown.

The nightgown seemed to have been woven from moonlight itself by a Savage God, its silk fabric as thin as a cicada's wing.

It shimmered with a silver-blue light in the morning glow of the spirit stone lamp inside the tent, as if it were a piece of moonlight cut down by a Savage God.

The neckline of the nightgown was embroidered with a circle of fine silver Spirit Runes, resembling ripples of moonlight falling upon the Lingxi River.

The cuffs and hem were adorned with a few moonlight roses embroidered with spirit silk, the texture of their petals as intricate as real petals from the Spirit Garden.

Beside the nightgown lay a note.

On the note was the elegant handwriting of Shen Xun'er, every stroke like a blessing written by the Moonlight Priestess using moonlight itself.

"Tonight, the East Chamber of the Chiefs Tent is yours. Love, Xuner."

Zhao Linger held the note in her hands.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if a Spirit Sound Master were holding their most cherished instrument.

Every word on the note was like the gentlest note from a Spirit Sound Master, falling softly onto the most tender part of her heart.

She knew this was the approval of the head wife.

Shen Xun'er, Wang Sheng's first wife and High Priestess of the Bright Tribe, had voluntarily given up her place beside Wang Sheng to her for one night.

This was not charity.

This was the gentleness of the Moonlight Priestess; she knew that Zhao Linger had waited for three years.

She knew that from her sophomore year to the Savage Lands, from the cafeteria to the battlefield, this girl had spent three years before finally gathering the courage to say those words.

Shen Xun'er had once been that girl too, the girl who gathered the courage to confess by the campfire; she understood, she understood better than anyone.

So she did not hesitate; on that night when she confirmed there were no longer any barriers between Zhao Linger and Wang Sheng,

she had personally arranged the East Chamber, personally prepared the moon-white nightgown, and personally written this note.

It was as if the Moonlight Priestess had completed the most gentle ritual on a full moon night, welcoming Zhao Linger into Wang Sheng's world.

Zhao Linger's tears welled up again.

She pressed the note to her chest, just as a Spirit Sound Master would press their most precious score to their heart.

Tears, resembling the clearest spring water of the Lingxi River, surged from her large, round eyes.

They slid down her cheeks, which seemed like white jade soaked in morning light, and dripped onto the moon-white nightgown, like morning dew falling on petals woven from moonlight.

"Sister Xuner,"

her voice was choked with sobs, but the corners of her mouth were curved, like a spirit flower in the morning light that was simultaneously shedding tears and blooming.

Night fell.

The night sky of the Savage Lands was like a piece of velvet dyed through with the deepest indigo by a Savage God, and the stars were like broken silver scattered by a Savage God.

Moonlight poured down like liquid silver, and the silver-blue radiance covered the entire Guangming Village.

Chiefs Tent, East Chamber,

the room that Shen Xun'er had personally arranged.

Moon-white Savage Beast hides covered the bed; the softest snow-rabbit fur, resembling clouds dyed white by a Savage God using moonlight, had been laid out in three layers.

The top layer was silver-white spirit cashmere, like a piece of moonlight cut down by a Savage God, so soft it felt like sleeping on a cloud.

The frost moon orchid from the Spirit Garden exuded a cool, faint fragrance on the windowsill; that fragrance seemed like the scent of moonlight itself—cool, quiet, and like the gentlest sigh on the Savage Continent.

A few petals of the frost moon orchid trembled slightly in the night breeze, and silver-blue spirit light drifted from the petals like fireflies.

A moonlight rose was placed in a spirit stone vase by the bedside, its moon-white petals appearing like the gentlest dream on the Savage Continent amidst the silver-blue moonlight.

The edges of the petals shimmered with a faint silver light, as if a Savage God had plated them with a layer of silver powder using moonlight, and the spirit liquid in the spirit stone vase glowed with a faint silver-blue light, like the reflection of moonlight falling into the Lingxi River.

Zhao Linger stood in the center of the room.

She had changed into the moon-white nightgown prepared by Shen Xun'er.

The silk fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, clung to her petite body, as if moonlight itself were covering her.

It outlined her devilish figure completely, as if a Savage God had used moonlight as a blade to carve every inch of her stunning curves onto this moon-white silk garment.

Her slender waist was barely a handful, a curve that seemed as if it had been gently pinched out by the two fingers of a Savage God.

The nightgown narrowed slightly there, outlining her waistline like the most slender bend of the Lingxi River, then suddenly flared downwards.

The round, full curve of her hips seemed like two full moons amidst the flow of the silk fabric, and the silk nightgown poured down from her waist like flowing moonlight.

At her round and perky buttocks, it resembled the arc created by the Lingxi River as it surged at a bend.

Every inch of the rise and fall seemed to have been personally sculpted by a Savage God, and the silk fabric shimmered with a silver-blue light under the moonlight.

It was like the ripples of moonlight falling on the surface of the Lingxi River, outlining the full contour of her hips like the most eye-catching crescent moon on the Savage Continent.

The fullness of her chest stretched the nightgown into a stunning contour; those soft and ample curves were like two small hills sculpted by a Savage God using moonlight, rising and falling slightly with her breathing under the coverage of the silk nightgown.

It was just like a spirit flower swaying gently in the night breeze, and that contrast—a baby face paired with a devilish figure—set against the backdrop of the moon-white nightgown,

was so beautiful it was like a contradiction sculpted by the hands of a Savage God, making one want to take her into their arms to protect her, yet also want to take her into their arms to possess her.

Her right arm was still wrapped in a white bandage, which looked like silver thread wrapped around a piece of white jade in the moonlight.

But her left arm was bare, fair as jade, the slender and long arm resembling white jade sculpted by a Savage God using moonlight.

Her fingertips glowed faintly with the pink light of a Spirit Sound Master's spirit energy, like five tiny pink stars.

Her short hair was like fine amber in the moonlight, and the ear-length hair, gently stirred by the night breeze, resembled the petals of a spirit flower trembling slightly in the moonlight.

Her neck was slender and long, with an elegant, swan-like curve extending from her chin to her collarbone, resembling a line drawn by a Savage God with a silver pen at the neckline of the moon-white nightgown.

Her legs were exposed from the hem of the nightgown, long and straight, fair and delicate like congealed fat, appearing like two pillars of white jade polished by a Savage God using moonlight.

The curve of her knees resembled the stamen of a spirit flower, the lines of her calves were slender and beautiful, and her ankles were like two pearls soaked in moonlight.

Her bare toes stepped on the moon-white Savage Beast hide carpet, like ten pieces of white jade meticulously carved by a Savage God.

She stood in the band of silver-blue light cast by the moonlight through the window gap, like a spirit bird about to offer everything.

The moonlight was like a silver-blue gauze garment draped over her, shrouding her entire being in the gentlest light of the Savage Continent.

Her shadow cast on the moon-white Savage Beast hide carpet was like a spirit flower cut out by a Savage God using moonlight.

The door was gently pushed open.

Wang Sheng walked into the room.