Chapter 104 As expected of my Daoist partner!

Just as Yu Linlang's small hand applied slight pressure, intending to push open the side door in front—

Mo Qingzhu's voice came through, filled with repressed, intermittent trembling, her panting clearly audible: "Is... is that you, Linlang? The Saint is... is currently Cultivating... Do... do not disturb him..."

Halfway through her sentence, she seemed to choke, as if trying to suppress something. She suddenly covered her mouth, a few short, muffled groans leaking through her fingers, followed by deep breaths as she tried to calm herself, before she continued: "Lin... Linlang... go... go tell him I will go shortly... tell him to wait... at the mountain gate..."

As her voice faded, the activity behind the door continued; the sound of splashing water became increasingly clear and rapid, mingled with some indistinct, lascivious sounds and soft collisions, faintly echoing in the silent corridor.

Yu Linlang pressed her little ear against the cool door panel, listening to the subtle yet incredibly clear sounds inside, her large, clear eyes filled with pure confusion. 'Just... just what kind of Cultivation Technique is this? Why is there such a commotion? The sound of water is splashing everywhere... and Sister Qingzhu's voice is so strange...'

She tilted her little head, poking her chin with a jade finger, thinking for a long while without understanding. Finally, filled with doubts, she slowly retreated from the main hall, looking back every few steps as she headed down the mountain along the path she had come.

(The author woke up after a nap!)

Inside the bathhouse, the misty steam gradually subsided.

After another bout of passion, Xiao Ming leaned lazily against the edge of the warm jade platform, his sturdy arms embracing the affectionate, peerless beauty in his arms. Mo Qingzhu lay on his chest, her eyelashes wet, her cheeks flushed, her face full of lingering passion, her whole body radiating the charming aura of after-satisfaction.

Xiao Ming unhurriedly played with a slender jade leg resting on his lap, then slowly lowered his head, his thin lips pressing against Mo Qingzhu's reddened earlobe as he whispered mischievously: "Qingzhu, that lover of yours... oh, I misspoke, it is my good brother, my obedient little brother Lu Ming, who is waiting anxiously at the mountain gate."

He paused, his mischievous hand slowly moving up, and continued: "This Saint has promised to persuade you properly on his behalf, so I cannot let my little brother be disappointed!"

Hearing this, Mo Qingzhu weakly punched Xiao Ming's chest, emitting a delicate and charming hum from her nose. She raised her watery, shimmering eyes, glancing at him with a look that was half-rebuke and half-resentment, her soft voice raspy from the aftermath: "Saint... you are truly... terrible..."

Xiao Ming chuckled softly, increasing his pressure slightly, causing the latter to twist and dodge with a soft cry, followed by another round of playful, ambiguous teasing. After Mo Qingzhu finally managed to muster some soft "resistance" and served Xiao Ming as he got dressed, and after another bout of lingering tenderness, she forced her weak body to tidy up carefully. Once dressed, she walked slowly out of the main hall, which was still filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and headed toward the Holy Son Peak mountain gate at a leisurely pace.

At the foot of the Holy Son Peak, seeing that long-awaited, graceful figure walking slowly toward him, Lu Ming felt his heart surge with excitement!

He stepped forward almost instinctively, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement and joy: "Qingzhu, you are finally willing to see me!"

He gazed infatuatedly at the beauty approaching him. Having not seen her for a few days, she seemed even more beautiful and moving. Her fair cheeks were tinted with a charming blush, like morning clouds reflecting on snow, and a sense of indescribable, lazy charm flowed between her brows. Even her posture while walking seemed to have added a supple, water-like grace. Lu Ming felt that the Mo Qingzhu before him was more radiant than at any time in his memory, leaving him infatuated. He secretly praised in his heart: 'Worthy of being my Dao Companion!'

The Yu sisters, standing to the side, naturally took in this scene. Yu Linlang blinked her large eyes, looking at Mo Qingzhu's slightly damp temples and hair moistened by the steam, as well as her flushed, moving face. Her little head was filled with question marks: 'What kind of Cultivation Technique is this exactly! Did Sister Qingzhu also Cultivate it? Does it make people's faces red and their hair wet after Cultivating?'

Yu Linglong, who was more observant, quietly examined Mo Qingzhu. That overly flushed complexion, and the lingering, watery passion in the corners of her eyes... combined with what her sister had said earlier about "strange noises" and "sound of water," and her overly intimate behavior with the Saint, a guess that startled her already emerged. Although there was no concrete proof, it made her heart jump. She quickly lowered her eyelids to hide the shock and suspicion surging in her eyes, forcing all her thoughts down.

Mo Qingzhu stopped a few steps away from Lu Ming. A gentle breeze blew a few strands of hair across her forehead, adding a touch of etherealness and liveliness to her. She raised her jade hand to tuck them behind her ear, then looked up at the earnest, burning gaze of Lu Ming. The flush on her face from earlier had quickly faded, restoring her usual cold calmness.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice so flat that no waves could be heard: "Why have you come?"

Lu Ming's face was full of obsequious smiles, and he stepped forward, his voice filled with irrepressible ingratiation and expectation: "Qingzhu, I know it was my fault before, and I apologize to you. This is a 'Flowing Cloud Plain Heart Dress' that I spent a great price to acquire recently. It is a Heaven Rank Medium Grade Magical Artifact. Not only is its defense astonishing, but it can also calm the mind and focus the spirit. Its style and aura, I felt at first glance that only you, Qingzhu, are worthy of it!"

As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a magical dress appeared in his palm. The dress was woven from unknown spiritual silk, with a pale green, lustrous halo flowing throughout its body. The light was contained within, like the morning light condensing on new leaves in early spring, or the emerald color reflected in the deep, still water of a pool. Among it were tiny, vibrant points of light that flickered like breathing, as if draped in the condensed essence of a forest. The style was elegant and dignified, the skirt fluttering like flowing clouds, matching Mo Qingzhu's calm and elegant temperament perfectly. Both in motion and stillness, it revealed a spiritual charm, clearly no ordinary item.

When Mo Qingzhu's gaze fell on the magical dress, a flash of undisguised amazement and palpitation crossed her beautiful eyes. No woman is not fond of beautiful things, let alone such a glowing, extraordinary Heaven Rank magical garment. You must know that even in the Heavenly Demon Sect, a giant of the Demonic Path, it was the limit for an ordinary Soul Transformation Cultivator to possess a Heaven Rank initial-grade Magical Artifact. As for Heaven Rank Medium Grade or high-grade ones, only those old monsters who lived in seclusion had them. This "Flowing Cloud Plain Heart Dress" before her, although only a Heaven Rank initial-grade, its exquisiteness and rarity were enough to move a Soul Transformation female Cultivator.

However, this heartbeat lasted only for a brief moment. Xiao Ming's handsome face, wearing that mischievous smile that she was so obsessed with, appeared in her mind without warning. If she accepted it, would the Saint be unhappy? Thinking that Xiao Ming might be displeased because of this, the joy that had just risen in her heart was instantly replaced by greater hesitation. Her red lips pursed slightly, and she did not reach out to take it, her beautiful face left only with a complex expression of coldness mixed with hesitation.

Lu Ming had been nervously observing her expression. Seeing her eyes light up, he knew there was a chance. Seeing her hesitate, he assumed she was just being reserved as a woman, or that her anger had not fully dissipated, which made him even more overjoyed, thinking he had finally seen a turning point. He hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, his voice even more eager: "Qingzhu, believe me, this dress really suits you! You have always liked plain and elegant colors. This Flowing Cloud Plain Heart Dress is gorgeous but not vulgar, and it can perfectly bring out your temperament. If you wear it, you will definitely be the most dazzling existence on this Holy Son Peak... no, in the entire Heavenly Demon Sect." He racked his brains, piling up all the praise he could think of, hoping to win a smile from her.

In the end, it was that phrase "If you wear it, you will definitely be the most dazzling existence... on this Holy Son Peak" that gently plucked Mo Qingzhu's heartstrings. She thought to herself: 'If I dress up beautifully, the Saint should be happy when he sees it... If he is displeased, I can just throw it away later, after all... my body and mind are now tied to him alone. This dress, let it be... let it be something I wear for him to see.'

Once this thought arose, that love for the beautiful magical garment, along with a secret desire to show a more beautiful side in front of Xiao Ming, finally overcame that bit of hesitation.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she finally nodded almost imperceptibly, her voice still flat: "Since that is the case... then I will accept it." As she spoke, she raised her hand slightly and took the elegant and ethereal "Flowing Cloud Plain Heart Dress."

Seeing this, Lu Ming was ecstatic, thinking that his sincerity had finally opened the stone heart, that his relationship with Qingzhu had finally broken the ice, and that she was finally willing to forgive him. The smile on his face became even brighter, and he said repeatedly: "As long as you like it, Qingzhu! You are willing to accept it; I am happier than anything!"

Mo Qingzhu put the magical dress into her Storage Ring, said no more, just nodded slightly, and was about to turn around. That cold and beautiful profile, in Lu Ming's eyes, seemed to be covered with a halo of hope due to this "gift-receiving" action, making him feel that all his previous waiting and efforts were worth it. It was just that he did not know that the one the beauty's heart was tied to was already someone else in the bathhouse on the peak, who had just shared passion with her.