Free Web NovelChapter 684: 767 How did my house catch fire?
Zuoqiu Yiren was stunned once again.
What kind of a divine disciple is this?
He can even do alchemy.
Indeed, Zuoqiu Yiren had called Chen Mo over to teach him alchemy hand by hand.
Unexpectedly, after less than a quarter of an hour of teaching, Chen Mo said he already knew alchemy.
Though it was just the most basic elixir with some impurities.
But this young man, with such formidable skills, can brew wine and do alchemy, isn’t it terrifying?
Not to mention, his technique was already quite skillful.
"Sister Yiren, how do you think of my elixir-making?" Chen Mo handed the elixir he made to Zuoqiu Yiren for her to see.
Zuoqiu Yiren: "..."
Back then, when she did alchemy, it took her three days to grasp its essence.
Her teacher said she had extraordinary talent; no one in history had made an elixir within three days.
At that time, she was somewhat skeptical.
However, hundreds of years passed, and she had never seen someone stronger than her in initial alchemy.
She even flipped through countless ancient books, none recorded anyone stronger than her.
Historically, even the Medicine Immortal took four days to learn alchemy initially.
But today, she witnessed it.
"Not bad, but there are still many impurities, the fire control is lacking, it needs more effort."
Zuoqiu Yiren breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, certainly not admitting he was stronger than she was back then.
Youth being overly proud is not a good thing.
It requires gradual honing.
"Sister Yiren, I will work hard." Chen Mo said.
"Mm, then keep working hard, no, stop for today, go and brew the Immortal Drunk for me first."
Zuoqiu Yiren has decided; tomorrow she will take him to the herb fields to identify herbs. She doesn’t believe he can do that too.
Returning to the courtyard, Zuoqiu Yiren lay down on the hammock.
A day without alcohol, nothing is engaging.
...
On the other side.
Zhao Qianyi, though a princess, has stayed at the border for over a decade, camping and setting up fortifications weren’t challenging. So, constructing a room was not difficult for her. She already had blueprints in her mind.
Nangong Xue and Nangong Yue, although from aristocratic families, were not spoiled.
Xiao Jiu, having lived in the wild for some time, could also handle some manual work.
Jiang Ruoqing, as the Su Nv Sect Leader, had lived alone for such a long time, handling all the Su Nv Sect’s affairs herself. Building a house was not a problem for her either.
Soon, they had enough materials to build the house and transported all the wood to the Celestial Pool with the Qiankun Ring.
Just when they were ready to start building.
Jiang Ruoqing said, "If we build single wooden huts like Elder Zuoqiu’s, each having one, it’s not aesthetically pleasing and takes up too much space. After all, this is Elder Zuoqiu’s Merak Peak, though she lets us be more relaxed, we can’t really do as we please.
So, I suggest we build a three-story loft with three rooms on each floor, this way we can all live in it without taking up too much space, and if we work together to build it, the speed will be much faster."
Jiang Ruoqing’s suggestion made sense, after pondering, the ladies all nodded.
Xiao Jiu and Nangong Yue blushed at the thought of living in the same loft as Chen Mo.
Soon, they divided the tasks.
Zhao Qianyi was responsible for drawing the loft’s blueprints.
Jiang Ruoqing and Nangong Xue were in charge of the actual construction.
Xiao Jiu was tasked with using her sword to trim the delivered wood into planks.
To trim wood into planks with a sword while ensuring smoothness and uniformity depends on one’s mastery of True Qi.
Among the ladies, Xiao Jiu was the strongest.
Nangong Yue assisted and fetched the necessities for the loft from Suoxian Courtyard.
Such as beds, quilts, tables, chairs, and so on.
With clear division, once the blueprints were ready, building for the cultivators was swift.
For ordinary people, fixing the foundation alone might take half a day or even several days, but cultivators finished it in half an hour.
Piles were driven three or four zhang into the ground.
...
The setting sun cast golden rays on the fairy-like visage of Zuoqiu Yiren.
In her dream, she had an endless supply of Immortal Drunk, and she didn’t need to lift a finger, with Chen Mo personally bringing the wine to her lips.
What is a fairyland, this is a fairyland.
Ling Long’s graceful body turned on the hammock, but couldn’t fall, she licked her red lips slightly.
Just as she was absorbed in her beautiful dream.
A voice broke the Immortal Drunk that was about to enter her mouth in her dream.
"Ah... My Immortal Drunk, who is it?"
Zuoqiu Yiren awoke with a start.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a tall figure standing before her, holding a wine jar, looking puzzled at her: "Sister Yiren, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Zuoqiu Yiren rubbed her eyes, seeing Chen Mo clearly, she rolled her eyes at him: "Why are you here?"
The Immortal Drunk was all gone, wasn’t that a nightmare?
"Sister Yiren, the Immortal Drunk is ready, I brought it over for you." Chen Mo handed the wine jar over.
Hearing this, Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes lit up, she took it and immediately tore open the seal, gulped it down in large swigs.
The clear wine trickled past her lips, down the elegant swan neck, and into the graceful curves...
"Refreshing." Zuoqiu Yiren put down the wine jar, her words exuded the sweet fragrance of wine.
"Want a taste?" Zuoqiu Yiren looked at Chen Mo and said.
"Then pass the wine jar over..."
Looking at the wine jar held tight in Zuoqiu Yiren’s arms, with no intention of passing it over, Chen Mo thought to himself.
"No need." He still remembered what happened a few nights ago.
"Alright." Zuoqiu Yiren was only asking ceremonially, as she never actually intended to let Chen Mo drink.
Chen Mo: "..."
"Come, let’s see how your wives’ house construction is going."
Zuoqiu Yiren poured the remaining Immortal Drunk into a gourd, deciding not to finish it soon, otherwise, the night would be hard to endure.
"Mm."
...
Arriving in front of a three-story loft, Zuoqiu Yiren widened her eyes.
Not that this loft was particularly grand.
But it depends on the comparison.
Compared to Zuoqiu Yiren’s somewhat shabby little wooden house, this three-story loft was like a palace.
In fact, such a loft didn’t mean much to Zuoqiu Yiren, but if she wanted it built, she wouldn’t need to do it herself, someone would do it for her, and it’d be even better.
However, she didn’t like troubling others, nor having anyone on her Merak Peak, and also because she was lazy.
The wooden house then was built by Jiao Mu at her request.
Originally, Jiao Mu intended to build it larger, but because the noise disturbed her, she ordered Jiao Mu to just casually build a few and stop.
If there were something readily available...
"This house can probably accommodate a lot of people." Zuoqiu Yiren suddenly said to Chen Mo.
"Probably." Chen Mo replied.
Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes lit up, then she turned around, looking at the firelight not far off, she said, "Why is my house on fire?"
