Chapter 672: He... Will He Like It?

Chapter 672: Chapter 540: He… Will He Like It?

In the Tushan ancestral land, atop the central Moon God Mountain, the Moon God Tree stood quietly, its leaves and branches swaying gently in the breeze.

Tushan Jing Ci, as usual, sat beneath the Moon God Tree, absorbed in her cultivation.

A faint glow spilled from the tips of the branches, landing on the woman’s shoulders and hair.

At this moment, the woman resembled a goddess, emanating a soft light.

In recent days, the closer the Saintess ceremony drew, the less time she had for herself.

Tushan Jing Ci was either meeting with various Elders and foreign guests or learning how to handle the clan’s complex affairs.

If not that, she was cultivating day after day beneath this Moon God Tree.

She had often thought to herself, ‘Should I slow down my cultivation, just for a bit? At least enough to get a good night’s sleep and have a sweet dream—a dream where I can see Xiao Mo.’

But the moment she thought of Xiao Mo’s imminent return to Tushan, and of the various obstacles they would likely face when they married,

Tushan Jing Ci would steel her resolve once more.

She wanted her Realm to be higher, and higher still.

She knew in her heart that the higher her Realm, the more mouths she could shut.

However, Tushan Jing Ci gradually discovered that after she broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, her cultivation speed seemed to have slowed.

It was common knowledge that cultivation became more difficult the higher one ascended.

But Tushan Jing Ci felt this wasn’t the usual difficulty of taking that next step after great progress. It felt more like an invisible, air-like Array was sealing her in, impossible to break free from.

‘But speaking of which, why is that Sister Xiao Qing from the Four Seas so interested in Xiao Mo?’

As Tushan Jing Ci recalled Sister Xiao Qing, who had visited Tushan not long ago, she couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

At that time, Grand Elder Tushan Meng had said a distinguished guest from the Four Seas had arrived and brought Tushan Jing Ci along to greet them.

And the moment Tushan Jing Ci saw Xiao Qing, she was quite surprised.

Because she realized this was not the first time she had seen this guest from the Four Seas.

This “Sister Xiao Qing” was the very same person she had met back at the Cold Mountain Academy.

She now realized that the white-robed Fairy she had seen back then, quietly watching fish in the Water Pavilion, was the Lord of the Four Seas—a supreme expert at Ascension Realm Perfection, arguably the most powerful existence in both worlds.

And this Sister Xiao Qing was the younger sister of the Lord of the Four Seas, and also a great power at Immortal Realm Perfection.

Xiao Qing was also quite surprised to see Tushan Jing Ci.

She had never expected that the young woman who had been chatting with her sister in the Waterside Pavilion would now be the Saintess of the Tushan clan.

After that, Tushan Jing Ci met with Xiao Qing a few more times.

Her impression of Sister Xiao Qing had always been very good.

But soon, Tushan Jing Ci noticed that Sister Xiao Qing always seemed to be asking about Xiao Mo, whether intentionally or not.

But…

‘Logically speaking, Xiao Mo has always been with me. He’s never left, so he’s had no opportunity, and even less reason, to have any dealings with the Four Seas.’

‘So, why has he drawn Sister Xiao Qing’s attention?’

Tushan Jing Ci had tactfully asked about this at the time.

But Xiao Qing had just given a vague reply, saying she had heard rumors of Xiao Mo on the battlefield and was simply curious about such a young Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator.

Yet, Tushan Jing Ci had a faint feeling that the truth was far from that simple.

“Miss…”

Just as Tushan Jing Ci was pondering the connection between the Four Seas and Xiao Mo, Yue Shi quietly approached and curtsied before her.

“Sister Yue Shi, what is it?” Tushan Jing Ci looked up and asked with a smile.

“Miss, a letter has arrived for you. It’s from Xiao Mo, sent from Quicksand City.”

Yue Shi took the letter from her robes and respectfully presented it to Tushan Jing Ci.

Hearing that the letter was from Xiao Mo, Tushan Jing Ci scrambled to her feet and eagerly took the envelope.

She read it carefully, word by word, her gaze moving slowly across the paper, afraid of missing a single character or brushstroke Xiao Mo had written.

Standing to the side, Yue Shi could clearly see the irrepressible joy in her miss’s eyes.

Seeing her miss’s delighted and lovely expression, Yue Shi couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.

‘Perhaps in this world, only Xiao Mo can make my miss show such heartfelt joy.’

“Sister Yue Shi, Xiao Mo says in his letter that when he returns from Quicksand City, he’s going to give me a gift to congratulate me on becoming the Tushan Saintess,” Tushan Jing Ci said, the corners of her lips turning up, her voice filled with unconcealable happiness.

“Is that so…” Yue Shi smiled gently, her eyes soft. “But no matter what Xiao Mo gives you, I’m sure you’ll love it, won’t you, Miss?”

“Of course,” Tushan Jing Ci nodded happily, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents. “As long as it’s from Xiao Mo, I’ll love it.”

“Oh, right, Sister Yue Shi.” A flicker of worry suddenly crossed Tushan Jing Ci’s eyes as she asked softly, “Have you found out anything? Did Xiao Mo… go to the Yuzhu Secret Realm?”

“I don’t think so,” Yue Shi replied softly, her tone quite certain. “According to the information I’ve gathered recently, Quicksand City did indeed send many Cultivators to the Yuzhu Secret Realm, but Xiao Mo’s name wasn’t on the list.”

“That’s good… that’s good…”

Tushan Jing Ci instantly breathed a sigh of relief, her furrowed brow relaxing.

She lifted her head, her gaze passing through the layers of leaves and branches toward the distant, azure sky.

“As long as he doesn’t go to the Yuzhu Secret Realm, everything will be fine. And it won’t be long before he’s back.” Tushan Jing Ci’s lips curved up slightly. “He’s getting me a congratulatory gift. It would be rude not to reciprocate, so I should get him a gift, too.”

Curiosity appeared in Yue Shi’s eyes. “I wonder what you plan to give Xiao Mo, Miss?”

“Hmm… I’ll have to think about that.” Tushan Jing Ci lowered her head, her slender fingers gently stroking her smooth chin in a pensive pose.

A clear breeze swept past. The leaves of the hundred-zhang-tall Moon God Tree rustled, the sound like a soft, melodic chant.

Beneath the tree, the breeze gently brushed against the woman’s long skirt, the hem fluttering against her graceful figure. It was as if, in that moment, even the wind had taken on her form.

“Ah! I’ve got it!” A sudden glint of light flashed in Tushan Jing Ci’s eyes.

“Sister Yue Shi… what if…”

She turned her head to look at Yue Shi, her eyes curving into crescents, her tone a mix of playfulness and shyness.

“I give myself to him.”

“Do you think… he’ll like it?”