360: Chapter 360 Goes Further

Guest Peak, guest chamber.

Confirming that Shui Liuli's Divine Soul was stable and her breathing steady, Ling Hao felt relieved and prepared to leave.

"Revered Master, wait!"

Shui Liuli suddenly threw off the silk quilt and sat up.

The young girl's jade-white body was exposed without any concealment before his eyes.

Ling Hao's gaze swept over it calmly, without avoiding it.

Shui Liuli's cheeks were flushed like rosy clouds; she felt both shy and happy, her brows and eyes filled with triumph.

She jumped off the bed barefoot, approached Ling Hao lightly, stood on tiptoe, and quickly planted a kiss on his right cheek.

When she raised her head, a cunning light flickered in her purple eyes.

"Revered Master, this is a thank-you gift from your Disciple for saving my life!"

Ling Hao's expression remained unchanged. With a flip of his hand, a dress with a black base, dyed with deep, watery blue ripples at the cuffs and hem, was draped over Shui Liuli.

"The Profound Abyss Flowing Cloud Dress, put it on first."

"What are you so proud of? You haven't even grown hair down there yet."

Wrapped in the oversized dress, Shui Liuli was stunned for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks in defiance.

"It is just... no, wait! So what if there's no hair! I'm already eighteen, almost nineteen, alright!"

As she spoke, she took the opportunity to hug Ling Hao's waist, burying her little head in his chest and rubbing against him, though her heart was pounding.

What exactly does Revered Master mean? Does he like or dislike me being like this?

Does Revered Master like big breasts, and does he like hair?

Her arm, while hugging Ling Hao, slipped downward unintentionally, seemingly touching an unusual contour.

Before Shui Liuli could fully react, Ling Hao had already stepped back calmly and said stiffly:

"Be good and put your clothes on properly."

Shui Liuli looked down at the spot she had just touched and instantly understood what it was. The flush on her face deepened, yet she couldn't help but beam with joy, like a little fox that had stolen some honey.

She clumsily adjusted the obviously oversized dress and suddenly noticed something was wrong. She lifted the empty fabric at her chest and looked at Ling Hao in confusion:

"Revered Master, this dress is so big! Whose is it? It couldn't be... Third Senior Sister's, could it?"

In her impression, Third Senior Sister loved this deep color tone, and only Third Senior Sister's figure, which looked down on all other females, could fill out such a dress.

"That's correct," Ling Hao replied.

Shui Liuli stuck out her tongue and struggled to put the dress on properly. The loose robe only made her figure look more petite and exquisite.

Her eyes rolled, and feeling playful again, she deliberately leaned toward Ling Hao, pushed out her small chest—which was almost swallowed by the fabric—and blinked her big eyes.

"Revered Master, having eaten so many big meat buns every day, aren't you tired of them? Are you really not planning to taste your Disciple's soup dumplings?"

That effort to "show off," combined with the dress she couldn't fill out at all, looked exceptionally funny and cute.

Ling Hao flicked his finger lightly against her smooth forehead.

"You have quite a lot of mischievous thoughts in that little head!"

He then turned toward the door.

"Wanqing, come in."

Ling Hao snorted inwardly.

This girl clearly calculated that her aunt was right outside, betting that he wouldn't do anything to her.

The moonlight was like water.

After leaving this courtyard, Ling Hao arrived at Yu Zhaohua's place for their routine daily greeting.

After some small talk, Yu Zhaohua's cold gaze landed on Ling Hao.

"Sect Master, did you accept that maid last night?"

She was referring to Hong Zelan.

Ling Hao rolled his eyes helplessly.

"What maid? That is the precious granddaughter of Wan Shou Mountain Sect Master Zheng Nanxun."

He coughed lightly and said sternly:

"Ahem, I'm not that lustful."

Yu Zhaohua nodded slightly; she had just asked casually, purely out of curiosity.

Ling Hao glanced at her stunning profile and asked:

"Supreme Elder Yu, what do you think of the further education system I proposed today?"

"Further education system..."

Yu Zhaohua thought for a moment.

"It is a good move."

"This plan appears open and inclusive, but its true brilliance lies in the clause 'Disciple belongs to the original Sect.' In time, as the core elites of each Sect are trained within the Moonshadow Sect system and immersed in the Sect's atmosphere, their recognition and loyalty to the Moonshadow Sect will naturally take root subconsciously. Once these female cultivators grow up and become the pillars of their respective Sects, the entire Cangwu cultivation world will be of one mind."

"More importantly..."

Yu Zhaohua looked at Ling Hao and said meaningfully:

"This should be greatly beneficial to the Sect Master, convenient for the Sect Master to... right?"

Ling Hao did not change his expression.

"This is for the welfare of all living beings; as Sect Master, I am naturally duty-bound."

Yu Zhaohua nodded, not paying attention to the pun.

She was aware of the atmosphere of almost blind admiration for Ling Hao within the Moonshadow Sect and understood what kind of impact this would have on "outsiders," but due to her own reasons, she simply couldn't empathize.

As for the welfare of all living beings, that was also true. When the further education system had been implemented for enough time, and one female cultivator after another walked out of the Moonshadow Sect, it would indeed greatly increase the strength of their respective Sects and boost the strength of the entire Cangwu region.

Ling Hao looked at her silver hair blowing in the night breeze and suddenly said:

"Where is the hairpin I gave you last time? Let me put it on for you."

Yu Zhaohua recalled what Yu Lingling had said—that one should follow the Sect Master's wishes regarding his requests?

She hesitated for a moment, then complied and took out the long hairpin of black ice jade with cloud patterns and swirling starlight, handing it over: "Alright."

Ling Hao took the jade hairpin, went behind her, and first removed her original hairpin.

Under the moonlight, Yu Zhaohua's silver hair was like a flowing galaxy, cascading down to her ankles.

Ling Hao's movements were gentle. He took only a small amount of soft hair from the crown and skillfully twisted it into a minimalist, ring-shaped bun, resembling a frozen vortex. He passed the long hairpin through the bun to secure it firmly. A few strands of silver hair that were not tied up fell naturally by her cheeks, making her stunning face appear even more cold and otherworldly.

The black hairpin body and the starlight appeared even more mysterious and profound against the silver waterfall of hair.

Ling Hao took out a clean jade mirror and held it up before her:

"Look, does it look good?"

Yu Zhaohua looked into the mirror; the bun was simple and unique, blending perfectly with the hairpin. She commented calmly:

"Yes, it looks good."

Ling Hao pursed his lips.

The two chatted idly and naturally moved on to the topic of the Cangwu Northwest Main Rift.

Ling Hao looked at her profile, which was as silent as an ice sculpture under the moonlight, and sighed inwardly.

How could this "eternal black ice" be melted in a single day?

The routine daily greeting wasn't enough; he needed to "interact" like this every day.

"We will set off for the Northwest Main Rift tomorrow, so rest early."

Ling Hao instructed, preparing to take his leave.

Just as he turned to leave, Yu Zhaohua's cold voice came:

"Wait."

Ling Hao paused and turned back in confusion. He saw Yu Zhaohua step forward, stand slightly on tiptoe, and kiss Ling Hao directly.

The touch was cool and soft, like the falling of the first snow.

Ling Hao was stunned.

What was going on today? First, he was ambushed on the cheek by his little Disciple, and now he was being kissed on the lips by this "stone woman" Supreme Elder?

It was a fleeting touch.

Yu Zhaohua stepped back.

"It's nothing now."

Ling Hao suppressed the shock and strangeness in his heart, took a deep look at her, and his figure vanished from the spot like smoke.

Only Yu Zhaohua remained in the courtyard.

She took out a small mirror again and looked quietly at the silver hair secured by the black hairpin in the reflection.

A moment later, she raised her slender fingers and lightly touched her lips that had just touched Ling Hao. A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she whispered to herself:

"I didn't refuse him, and even... took the initiative once."

"But I still... cannot feel that kind of 'heartbeat' that the girl Ling Ling mentioned."

"What exactly... is that feeling?"