102: Mu Qingge: "Little bastard..."

This strange emotion felt incredibly foreign to Mu Qingge, yet she subconsciously did not resist it.

"But now that I've said it out loud, I feel much better."

After Shen Qing finished speaking, he seemed to heave a sigh of relief, poured a cup of tea, and downed it in one gulp.

As for the conflicted expression on Mu Qingge's face, he acted as if he hadn't seen it.

Shen Qing needed to review his acting skills.

Hmm...

It felt quite terrible, but that didn't matter; the bad parts could be made up for with metaphysics.

For example, the crimson luan star, or perhaps the Devilish Qi.

He discovered that the Heavenly Demon Eye was truly versatile.

He poured another cup of tea. This time, Shen Qing sipped it and found it quite good. He was just about to ask Mu Qingge for some tea leaves.

"Elder Mu..."

Mu Qingge opened her mouth: "Don't..."

Hmm?

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow.

This maiden-in-love posture—must say, it was quite pretty.

"What is it?"

With a light cough, Mu Qingge turned her head away. "I mean, you don't have to call me Elder."

Her voice was very soft.

"If not Elder, then what should I call you?" Shen Qing feigned ignorance. "After all, there is a generation gap between us."

Hearing this, Mu Qingge swept her beautiful eyes over him and glared at Shen Qing: "You're doing this on purpose to annoy me!"

The phrase "generation gap" was clearly something she had said not long ago.

"Forget it, you should go back first."

"Hmm... Then I'll call you Qing Ge, how about that?"

"Not good at all!" Mu Qingge was embarrassed and angry, her beautiful eyes narrowing.

"Then from now on, I will call you Qing Ge." Shen Qing leaned in deliberately and whispered into her ear: "Qing Ge."

"You...!"

Mu Qingge's pretty face flushed red. She was already embarrassed and angry, and now she began to shoo him away directly: "How can you be so frivolous? I am..."

"I know, you are an Elder." Shen Qing cut Mu Qingge off with a single sentence.

"Seeing you today, I feel much better." Under the warm sunlight, Shen Qing smiled slightly at her and turned to leave the residence.

Mu Qingge watched his retreating back, momentarily dazed.

"We are hundreds of years apart..."

"But in a few thousand years, wouldn't we be peers..."

"I am an Elder, how can an Elder..."

"He was the one who started it..."

"But I still shouldn't..."

"Little bastard!"

Annoying!

Her thoughts churned in her mind, a chaotic mess. She propped up her face and looked outside, her mind wandering. Until suddenly, someone called her.

"Elder Mu!"

"Elder Mu, something big has happened!"

The Formation guarding the residence transmitted the voice of the person outside.

Mu Qingge finally snapped back to reality. In an instant, she reverted to that expressionless, powerful Elder Mu who controlled the Spirit Beast Mountain lineage.

Straightening her clothes, she walked out. Outside was a flustered female deacon, one of her subordinates. Her surname was Yu, Deacon Yu.

"What is it?"

"Elder!" Deacon Yu gasped for air, her expression still shaken. "Please don't be surprised by what I'm about to say, and I am not lying."

Mu Qingge: "Speak."

Deacon Yu: "Fang Yue, who possesses the Seven-Aperture Beast Taming Heart talent here at our Spirit Beast Mountain, and Xiao Huo, the third Disciple of Immortal Lord Mei, the head of Wunian City, they, they..."

"What about them?" Mu Qingge frowned: "Don't rush, speak slowly."

Hearing Fang Yue's name again, Mu Qingge only felt annoyance this time.

Especially when thinking about how he didn't get along with Shen Qing and wasn't even willing to apologize.

Calming her mood, she told herself not to overthink and that official business was more important.

"Honestly, what does that little bastard have to do with me..."

"Fang Yue and Xiao Huo, they, they had an affair..." Deacon Yu swallowed, trying to think of a suitable way to phrase it.

Mu Qingge interrupted her: "What did you say? An affair?"

This... two men?

"It cannot be false, it was recorded by someone using an image-recording stone." Deacon Yu said, her expression indescribable. Heaven knows what her mood was when she saw the contents of that image-recording stone.

"And, and they are even pregnant!"

Mu Qingge: "?"

She even began to doubt if she had truly been blinded by something. For example, hmm... love.

No, why am I thinking about him again!

This little bastard, talking about being conflicted, about being unable to sleep at night—he was clearly here to tease me!

Deacon Yu called out: "...Elder?"

Why did Elder Mu seem to fall into deep thought while they were talking?

Was the matter of Xiao Huo and Fang Yue being pregnant really that shocking?

...It seemed it really was.

"It's nothing, continue." Mu Qingge snapped back to reality and rubbed her wrist.

Pregnancy requires the combination of Yin and Yang; although both men and women possess both Yin and Yang, isolated Yin cannot produce, and isolated Yang cannot grow.

But regarding reproduction, it is traditionally male as Yang and female as Yin.

So, which of them is Yin and which is Yang?

That's not right either, both are pregnant.

"The situation is as follows: Immortal Lord Mei has already arrived. Xiao Huo wants Fang Yue to give birth, but Fang Yue refuses, and the two are currently arguing." Deacon Yu briefly explained the sequence of events.

Mu Qingge: "Let's go, we should head over too."

Regardless of what was happening over there, it had nothing to do with Shen Qing for now. He was currently at Xuanji Peak, and Ning Zhenzhen was finally about to Breakthrough from the Spirit Vein Realm to the Purple Mansion Realm.

At this age and this Realm, if she went outside and claimed to be a Disciple of Zhao Mingyue, no one would believe her. But there was no help for it; the Immortal Radiance was just that overbearing.

In the quiet room of Ning Zhenzhen's own small courtyard. Incense for calming the mind and spirit was lit in the room, with blue smoke curling upwards.

Ning Zhenzhen opened her eyes and saw Shen Qing nearby, holding a Dao scripture and reading. Feeling at ease, she closed her eyes and devoted herself entirely to the Breakthrough of her Realm.

Shen Qing was currently acting as a guardian, though it wasn't needed at all; Ning Zhenzhen mainly wanted the sense of ritual.

The surrounding Spiritual Qi gathered entirely toward Ning Zhenzhen in the center of the room, and her aura covered the courtyard.

Shen Qing tried using the Great Freedom Supreme Heavenly Demon Eye to observe.

He discovered a mysterious and indescribable energy wandering within Ning Zhenzhen's Spiritual Vein, guiding the Spiritual Qi while making her Purple Mansion different from ordinary people during its construction, becoming half of an Immortal Mansion.

"What a peculiar perspective..."

It was not like the naked eye, nor was it like Divine Sense; it was a sense from another level.

A moment later, Ning Zhenzhen successfully broke through.

She officially became a Cultivator of the first level of the Purple Mansion Realm. As long as she passed one more major Realm, her cultivation speed would no longer be suppressed by the Immortal Radiance.

"Success!"

Ning Zhenzhen opened her eyes, joy spreading across her face. Ascending to the Purple Mansion Realm was a completely different experience; she felt that ten of her former selves combined could not defeat the current her.

Ning Zhenzhen had become arrogant.

"Take this!"

She excitedly pointed a finger at Shen Qing, who was reading the Dao scripture—a sneak attack!

Then, she was grabbed by Shen Qing, and the sneak attack failed.

"Can't you just let me win?"

"Then try again." Shen Qing let her go.

She had been tricked!

Ning Zhenzhen smiled slyly, kicked off her shoes and socks, and kicked out. It is said that one must use any means necessary for victory; let's see if you dare to catch this with your hand!

Shen Qing not only dared to catch it with his hand, but he also tickled her foot twice.

Cultivators at this Realm do not sweat from stuffiness, nor do they have body odor, except for certain special reasons.

"Hahaha!" Ning Zhenzhen was teased into laughing non-stop, gasping for breath: "Don't, don't tickle me anymore, I admit defeat..."