Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Chapter 685: 768

Chen Mo: "..."

"What are you standing there for? You’re not going to help your sister put out the fire?" Zuoqiu Yiren said, but started walking toward the pavilion.

Just then, the surface of the Celestial Pool suddenly exploded.

A Flood Dragon rose into the sky, opened its giant mouth, and torrents of water sprayed towards the blazing wooden house, dousing the flames. Once the fire was extinguished, it smugly glanced in Zuoqiu Yiren’s direction before diving back into the Celestial Pool.

Chen Mo: "..."

"Sister Yiren, I’ve already put it out," Chen Mo said.

"I saw it." Zuoqiu Yiren glared at the Celestial Pool with clenched teeth, her mind cursing Jiao Mu fiercely.

At this moment, five women heard the commotion and all came out.

"Where’s the fire?" Zhao Qianyi asked.

"Sister Yiren’s house caught fire, but it’s been put out now," Chen Mo said.

"House caught fire, how is that possible?!" Nangong Xue looked at Chen Mo incredulously.

With Elder Zuoqiu’s power, nothing on Merak Peak, not even a falling leaf, could escape her notice.

And the house she lived in, how could it catch fire?

It felt as absurd as choking on water.

Yet it was the truth.

Zuoqiu Yiren also nodded, her expression somewhat unnatural, fabricating an excuse: "Um... I drank a bit of wine just now, so I got a little drunk... In this hot weather, with such high temperatures, maybe it... spontaneously combusted..."

This excuse, even Zuoqiu Yiren thought was a bit far-fetched after she said it.

But surprisingly, Nangong Xue and Nangong Yue believed it.

After all, it couldn’t be that Elder Zuoqiu set fire to her own house, right?

Jiang Ruoqing and Zhao Qianyi didn’t overthink it but instead offered, "Elder Zuoqiu, since your house just burned, you can’t stay there tonight, why don’t you stay here?"

"Hmm?"

Zuoqiu Yiren was slightly stunned.

She closely examined Chen Mo’s two wives and found them increasingly pleasing to the eye.

"This... may not be appropriate..." Zuoqiu Yiren felt she should be polite, as it was someone else’s home.

Chen Mo, seeing her like that, felt a bit helpless.

She looked like a fairy, yet showed no care for her image, behaving like a child.

If she wanted to stay, she could. It’s not like he wouldn’t agree, but why set fire to her own house to do so?

Unnecessary trouble.

Chen Mo said, "You’re my sister, and since the house has burned down, as your brother, I can’t let you sleep outside. Come in."

"Not bad, very filial." Zuoqiu Yiren stopped being polite, stepped into the pavilion, then turned to Jiang Ruoqing: "Which room is unoccupied?"

"Ruoqing, go help Sister Yiren settle in," Chen Mo said.

Jiang Ruoqing nodded and said, "Elder Zuoqiu, come with me. The first floor has been set up as a hall with a restroom, and there’s an empty room on the second floor. But you can stay wherever you like."

Jiang Ruoqing led Zuoqiu Yiren to the second floor.

"Where’s my room?" Chen Mo asked Zhao Qianyi.

"On the third floor," Zhao Qianyi replied.

After the pavilion was built, Nangong Xue and Nangong Yue let them choose first.

Zhao Qianyi chose the third floor directly, which has three rooms for her, Ruoqing, and Xiao Jiu each.

As for Chen Mo, he didn’t have a room to himself, because he could stay in any of the three women’s rooms.

Of course, if Zuoqiu Yiren hadn’t moved in, the six rooms left in the pavilion would have been perfect for the six of them to stay in.

When Chen Mo went upstairs, Jiang Ruoqing suddenly came down and said Elder Zuoqiu had chosen what was originally Zhao Qianyi’s room.

Zhao Qianyi showed no dissatisfaction; after all, there was still an empty room on the second floor.

"Qianyi, let me help you tidy up."

Chen Mo went with Zhao Qianyi to the empty room on the second floor.

Jiang Ruoqing pursed her lips, a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but she said nothing and went up to the third floor.

Actually, there wasn’t much to tidy up; though relatively simple, it had blankets, a table, chairs, and other basics.

Over time, things that were missing could be added on.

In Merak Peak, Zhao Qianyi no longer wore the Outer Sect disciples’ uniform and instead wore clothes brought from Canglan Continent.

It wasn’t a palace gown, but more of a Loulan style, with a green cross-collar top wrapping her full bosom, imposing in its own way. The skirt was a light green pleated skirt, her eyes like almonds, without any makeup, complementing her stately princess demeanor and the valiance of a female general, dignified yet grand.

This outfit in no way impeded fighting.

Chen Mo was not there to clean up, suddenly embracing Qianyi’s slender and soft waist, pulling her into his arms, and sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand familiarly caressing her smooth, beautiful legs. As he lightly grabbed her elegant foot, he held her delicate jade foot.

Chen Mo’s foot fetish was something Zhao Qianyi had known about for a long time and was already used to.

But not now.

"This pavilion is newly built, with no soundproofing measures. Miss Nangong Yue and Miss Nangong Xue’s rooms are next door. If you get carried away, they will definitely hear you," Zhao Qianyi pushed Chen Mo and said.

For some reason, upon hearing these words, instead of stopping, his heart grew even more heated, he whispered into Qianyi’s ear, enticingly, "Be quieter, they won’t hear."

"Don’t... mmph..." Chen Mo lifted her delicate chin with his fingers, sealing her protest with a kiss.

"No, Elder Zuoqiu is also upstairs, with her strength, she will definitely hear too."

Zhao Qianyi’s words made Chen Mo even more excited instead of cautious.

"Be good, be obedient..."

...

Perhaps it was just psychological, or maybe other people’s things seem more enticing.

Lying on an unknown Demon Beast fur-covered wooden bed, Zuoqiu Yiren found this bed much more comfortable than her hammock.

Thus...

With a light flick of her finger, the house, reduced to just a wooden frame from the fire, suddenly collapsed in the distance, leaving only a longsword embedded in a stone, standing firm against the evening breeze.

"Settled..."

With a thought, a flash of light, a wine gourd the size of a small person was in her arms. Just as she took a gulp, a strange sound reached her ears.

Zuoqiu Yiren hesitated slightly, but did not think much of it, just ready to put it out of her mind when the sound, like a demonic echo, disturbed her calm despite her strength.

Though she had lived for hundreds of years, she, having never experienced matters between men and women, was hearing such sounds for the first time, and her body felt inexplicably warm.

What was happening?

Zuoqiu Yiren poured out a mouthful of wine from the gourd, the liquid floated in the air, transforming into a small globe of water. Zuoqiu pointed at it, and the scene from Zhao Qianyi’s room appeared in the water globe.

Though Zuoqiu Yiren was hearing such strange sounds for the first time, it didn’t mean she didn’t understand what was being done on the screen.

She had read books about matters between men and women, after all.