338: Chapter 338 The female passengers were provoked

Qing Yue felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at by her, and her hand instinctively blocked the front of her legs.

Han Yurou snapped out of it and pulled Qing Yue towards the living room.

"Come quick, come quick, let them see!"

Qing Yue was pulled along by her, her hand still blocking the front of her legs.

The people in the living room all went quiet for a moment when they saw Qing Yue.

Su Yuran looked at Qing Yue; there was no jealousy in her eyes, only a sense of realization—a "just as I thought" expression.

Li Ying sat up from the massage chair, looked at Qing Yue for a few seconds, and then said:

"The System score is ninety-one points; it really didn't give too much, nor too little."

Her words were abrupt and lacked context, but everyone understood.

Han Qing did not come out; she was in the Medical Room organizing equipment.

But Qin Lin stood in the corner of the living room, watching Qing Yue.

Qing Yue felt his gaze but did not turn her head to look at him.

She just stood there, her hand moving away from the front of her legs and hanging by her side.

Her legs were long, straight, and her skin was so white it seemed to glow.

Qin Lin looked at those legs and recalled a saying: "A body nourished by Spiritual Qi and skin piled up with cosmetics are not the same species."

Han Yurou leaned over to Li Ying and whispered: "Sister Ying, you are no longer the one with the best skin on The Ark."

Li Ying glared at her and didn't speak.

But her hand gripped the armrest tighter.

Li Ying's sense of crisis was not unfounded.

She was the woman on The Ark who cared most about her appearance.

Tight-fitting clothes, high heels, and a skincare routine every morning.

She spent a lot of time and energy on this.

But Qing Yue, Hong Yao, and Qing He did nothing, yet their skin was simply better than hers.

Not just a little better, but much better.

That luster emanating from within, that texture which was more exquisite without makeup than with it, was not something skincare products could provide.

Li Ying stood alone in front of the mirror at night and looked at herself for a long time.

Her skin was also very good—white, delicate, and free of wrinkles.

But compared to Qing Yue and the others, her skin looked like it had been painted on, while Qing Yue and the others' skin seemed to have grown from within.

She sighed, turned around, and left the room.

Qin Lin was in the Bridge looking at the flight route, and Li Ying walked in and sat down on the chair opposite him.

"Brother Qin Lin."

Qin Lin turned his head to look at her. Li Ying's expression was a bit strange; it didn't seem like she came to chat with him, nor did it seem like she came to do anything else.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lin asked.

Li Ying was silent for a while: "I want to Cultivate."

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment; he didn't expect Li Ying to say this.

Everyone on The Ark had cultivation, but few truly took Cultivation seriously.

Han Yurou Cultivated to fly; what was Li Ying Cultivating for?

"Why the sudden desire to Cultivate?" Qin Lin asked.

Li Ying looked at her hands, clenched them into fists, released them, and clenched them again.

"Qing Yue and the others have better skin than me. Brother Qin Lin, you looked at their legs several times today."

Qin Lin: "...You observed that so closely?"

Li Ying glared at him: "Don't change the subject; I'm just asking you, do you think their skin is better than mine?"

Qin Lin thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Yes, but yours is also good."

"'Good' and 'not bad' are a Rank apart."

Li Ying stood up.

"I want to Cultivate; I want to make my skin even better than theirs."

Qin Lin looked at her, not knowing what to say.

Li Ying turned and left.

Qin Lin sat on the chair, looking at the ceiling, which had a projection of the starry sky.

He recalled the words Qing Yue said: "Surviving is more important than anything else."

For Li Ying, what was more important than surviving might be "looking better than others."

Qin Lin laughed, but after laughing, he felt he shouldn't have, because Li Ying was serious.

The next morning, Li Ying started morning jogging on The Ark.

Not on a treadmill, but running around the interior of The Ark.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

Qin Xu chased after her, but after two laps, he was tired and sat on the ground panting.

Han Qing saw Li Ying running and asked: "What's wrong with you today?"

Li Ying said: "Exercising."

Han Qing looked at her without pressing further, but she knew something must be up with Li Ying.

Han Yurou saw Li Ying running and also asked: "Sister Ying, what's wrong with you today?"

"Cultivating."

Han Yurou was stunned for a moment, then followed behind and started running too.

Qin Yue was perched on her shoulder, giggling as she was jostled.

Han Qing stood in the corridor watching the group of people running past, and Qin Lin, standing next to her, was also watching.

"Qin Lin, what's wrong with them?" Han Qing asked.

Qin Lin thought for a moment: "They've been stimulated."

"Stimulated by whom?"

Qin Lin did not answer.

He recalled the scene from last night when Qing Yue walked through the living room.

Those legs, that skin, that aura that stunned the whole room without a trace of makeup.

The women on The Ark were all stimulated.

Han Qing did not continue asking, but after she went back, she opened the Cultivation Technique section of the System Store and bought a copy of "Spiritual Qi Nourishing Technique".

This was not a combat technique, but an auxiliary one; after Cultivating it, one could use Spiritual Qi to nourish the body, improve skin quality, delay aging, and enhance temperament.

Han Qing took the book back to her room and closed the door.

Qin Lin didn't know she had bought this book, but he later noticed that the fine lines on Han Qing's face had diminished, and her skin had become brighter.

He asked Han Qing what skincare products she used, and Han Qing said she hadn't used anything.

He asked then why her skin had improved, and Han Qing said, "Maybe because I'm in a good mood."

Qin Lin didn't believe it.

On the first day that Qing Yue, Hong Yao, and Qing He walked around The Ark wearing modern attire, all the women on The Ark noticed those three pairs of legs.

Su Yuran looked down at her own legs, put Qin An on the play mat, and went to rummage through the wardrobe.

She found a short skirt she hadn't worn in a long time, hesitated for a moment, and put it on.

Lin Wanwan didn't put on a short skirt; she found a pair of sandals she hadn't worn in a long time.

Wang Xiulan saw Lin Wanwan wearing sandals and said: "Didn't you say you don't wear sandals?"

"The weather is getting hot."

Xu Xue didn't change her clothes; she sat in front of the easel and painted a picture.

It was a painting of Qing Yue, standing by the window wearing a black camisole dress.

She painted for a long time, changing it again and again. When she finalized it, Xia Qiuyan stood behind her looking at the painting and said:

"You painted her too beautifully."

"She is beautiful to begin with."

Xia Qiuyan didn't speak again and stood there looking at it for a long time.

Qin Lin stood in the Bridge, watching the increasingly lively scene on The Ark.

There were a few new flowers in the Flower Garden, a few more women wearing short skirts in the living room, and a few more faces earnestly Cultivating in the corridors.

Even the laziest sisters, Zhou Lingling and Zhou Yueyue, had been Cultivating recently.

Their Spiritual Root quality wasn't as high as Su Yuran and the others, and their conversion efficiency was low, but they weren't in a hurry, spending several hours in the Cultivation Room every day.

The children were also growing up, and the days on The Ark passed one by one.

Qin Lin watched them, watched Qing Yue, Hong Yao, and Qing He, watched the modern women on The Ark whose passion for Cultivation was ignited by the skin of the immortal-cultivating women, and watched the door on the System panel that had yet to open, thinking to himself, when exactly would the woman in Room No. 15 wake up?

The Ark was becoming a bigger home.

The white crystal stone in his pocket was warm, not glowing.