Chapter 708: Her Everything

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Seeing Mu Xiaoyun’s tears of excitement, Ye Mo felt guilty. He felt their contributions had been unequal. Perhaps losing Mu Xiaoyun would sadden him, but time would heal. For Mu Xiaoyun, however, losing him would be like losing her world.

Since he’d promised her, he would keep it. He believed he would ascend to the immortal realm. And if that day came, what was wrong with bringing beautiful wives? A woman like Mu Xiaoyun was a blessing.

He let go of his inner reservations, feeling the barrier around his cultivation loosen. He didn’t think, just pulled down Mu Xiaoyun’s undergarments.

“Husband—” Mu Xiaoyun looked up joyfully. She knew he would finally take her.

Mu Xiaoyun’s body was more sensitive than he’d thought. His embrace ignited her.

“Ye babe, wait,” she whispered shakily.

Ye Mo stopped, confused, as Mu Xiaoyun retrieved a small white handkerchief from under her pillow. He understood, touched by her patient wait.

“Mom said you need a handkerchief the first time,” she murmured, her desire palpable.

“Okay, husband, you can come now,” she said.

A white rose bloomed on the handkerchief as Mu Xiaoyun hugged him tightly. Her mother had warned her of pain, but she felt none. Her mind and body were consumed by him, feeling his strength as she surrendered.

“Husband, you can have this face-preserving pill, I don’t need it.”

“I have many. Even if my looks recover quickly, it’s better they can’t recognize me. I’m not afraid, but they have numbers.”

“And if I learn this, will I really be able to fly, husband?”

“Of course. I practice it too. But only we can practice this; you mustn’t tell anyone.”

“Husband…”

Ye Mo and Mu Xiaoyun had lived in the mountains for half a month. He’d gathered many spirit herbs—not many high-level ones, but the environment was far better than Earth.

After Mu Xiaoyun took the face-preserving pill and cultivated, she became more vibrant, more ethereal than before.

Happily, Mu Xiaoyun also possessed a spirit root, though not as strong as his. Luo Ying’s was the best, then Beiwei’s, Qingxue’s, Mu Xiaoyun’s, and finally his. To his disappointment, Ye Ling and Ye Zifeng lacked spirit roots.

On Earth, ascending would have been hopeless, but in this small realm, his confidence grew.

Beizi Mountain wasn’t famous, yet he’d already found nine types of chi-gathering herbs. The small world held many such forests, so he believed more awaited him—perhaps even ruins!

He already had two of three herbs needed for the Foundation Establishment Pill. He only needed the Jia Lan Flower to reach that state.

Ye Mo crafted a small necklace for Mu Xiaoyun, a storage ring, a flying sword, and gave her two spirit stones.

Mu Xiaoyun had never received such beautiful jewelry. But for faster cultivation, Ye Mo rarely slept with her.

Although she craved his presence nightly, she wouldn’t disobey him. Learning that slow cultivation would separate them one day, she took it seriously.

A month passed. Ye Mo searched for herbs and made pills, storing most in his ring. They’d survive for half a month; perhaps he could leave the small world soon. He’d plant them in his Luo Yue garden upon return.

Even with his pills, Mu Xiaoyun barely reached stage one.

…

Hang Shui City.

The magical continent’s largest and most populous city. The triennial recruitment of disciples for the hidden sects—the continent’s pinnacle of power—was imminent. Joining ensured a bright future for initiates and their families.

Carts bustled along a wide concrete road. Only the wealthy could afford carts. The poor walked.

A man and woman appeared. The woman was goddess-like; the man’s face was scarred and unremarkable.

Such a beautiful woman should be in a luxurious cart, yet she walked with an ordinary man?

People initially assumed coercion, but her eyes revealed adoration for the man.

Mu Xiaoyun’s mind was on Ye Mo, still disbelieving his flight to Hang Shui. She recalled her astonishment in mid-air.

“Sigh, a beautiful flower on cow dung.”

Ye Mo and Mu Xiaoyun ignored such comments.

Soldiers checked those entering. Normal people paid five silver coins. Ye Mo paid ten and entered.

Then, he saw electric lights! Wires formed a web. Why did Hang Shui possess such advanced technology when Ci Xi Town didn’t?

He realized the hidden sects introduced the power-generating technology. As Hang Shui housed them, it flourished there.

This was Mu Xiaoyun’s first large city. She nervously clung to Ye Mo’s arm, gazing around.