Chapter 1576 - 1531: Salted Fish Turns Over 2

Anning basked in the sun outside the small house for a while, unconcerned about the number of people watching her, and then gracefully stood up and went into the house.

The door closed behind her, and the disciples lurking in the shadows knew Senior Sister Yu probably wouldn’t come out for a while—maybe not even for a day or two. So they stopped watching and returned to their own tasks and cultivation.

Anning entered the house and began tinkering with some spiritual medicine she had gathered.

The little disciples guarding the spiritual medicine garden were all her fans, often giving her spiritual medicine, and whenever Anning needed a particular item, they’d hand over their stash to her. So she never really lacked spiritual medicine.

She prepared the spiritual medicine, turning half into a medicinal soup and the other half into pills.

The medicinal soup was for bathing, while the pills were obviously for consumption.

Don’t assume she prepared these spiritual medicines to improve her cultivation. She was using them to make her skin better, to increase her beauty value.

In essence, Senior Sister Yu prioritized appearance above everything else.

She was quite lazy, not wanting to cultivate at all. For her, improving her cultivation was entirely unimportant, and she had no desire to live for thousands or tens of thousands of years. She simply wanted to live lazily each day, looking at whatever she fancied now and then, besides which caring for herself was her top priority each day.

She couldn’t tolerate even a slight imperfection on herself—whether in her hair or skin, even down to ensuring her nails were perfectly tended.

It could be said that the only reason Senior Sister Yu spent some time cultivating was entirely to make herself even more beautiful.

She went to great lengths to acquire medicinal recipes, then studied alchemy, all for the purpose of creating beauty pills.

Anyway, Anning thought this Senior Sister Yu was truly a strange man; her attitude was as idle as a salted fish, and her mental capacity seemed particularly small. Other than caring for her face, she thought of nothing else, spending her days changing into various beautiful clothes, dressing beautifully, strolling outside, sunbathing, and basking in the attention from those admiring her beauty. Other concerns simply never occurred to her.

No wonder it was said that often beautiful faces correlated with lack of intellect, which indeed seemed true.

Senior Sister Yu, it seemed, had traded intelligence for beauty.

But this was Senior Sister Yu’s lifestyle, and Anning wouldn’t consider it negative or anything of the sort. Everyone had their own way of living, and since it pleased her, others had no right to interfere.

Not only was Anning unable to criticize, but she also had to uphold Senior Sister Yu Xian’s attitude, at least outwardly.

In any case, this was the Cultivation World, full of monsters that had lived for thousands of years, requiring Anning to act discreetly and maintain Senior Sister Yu’s persona, lest those monsters find something wrong and she’d be in dire trouble.

Anning soaked in the medicinal bath, consumed the beauty pill, and pushed open the door of the house, entering the cave mansion behind it.

The cave mansion was left by Senior Sister Yu’s parents, the place they lived and cultivated before they disappeared. Senior Sister Yu appeared filial, always cleaning and maintaining it, so now it looked much as it did before her parents vanished.

Anning entered the cave mansion, walked to its depths, and chose the location with the most abundant spiritual energy to sit cross-legged and begin cultivating.

She cultivated for three days and nights straight.

Being a middle-level plane, the spiritual energy here couldn’t be compared to a small thousand-world’s, and the Cang Mountain Sect, situated on the Dongchuan Continent’s rich spirit vein, had abundant spiritual energy. Anning used these three days and nights to elevate her cultivation by one minor realm, becoming a cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Senior Sister Yu didn’t want to exert effort in cultivation; despite reaching her thirties, she practiced sporadically, resulting in only mid-stage Foundation Building cultivation. Yet, Anning arrived in just a few days and raised her realm.

Not only did Anning elevate her realm, but she also used the spiritual energy here to repair a bit of her Divine Soul and healed An Xin, eventually waking her up.

An Xin awoke from her slumber and immediately began chattering with Anning incessantly.

"Ningning, how long have I been asleep? How many worlds have you traversed this time?"

Anning briefly recounted the worlds she traversed, with An Xin listening intently: "And this world?"

Anning explained Senior Sister Yu’s situation to An Xin.

An Xin joyfully flipped over: "Ningning, Ningning, I have a purpose now; I’m useful! It’s a system, right? Fine, I’ll wrestle with it to see if my system is superior or if it’s just another shoddy knockoff."

Even systems have their own hierarchy, don’t they?

After all, An Xin was created by the Main God himself as a prime product and refined through the Heavenly Dao, later accompanying Anning through numerous worlds. With Anning’s modifications, she would even dare to challenge the Main God head-on, let alone such an obscure little object.

In any case, An Xin was the top master among systems; any system before her was just a newbie.

Watching An Xin’s demeanor, Anning couldn’t help but laugh: "You’re just waking up, and many functions haven’t recovered yet; take it easy. What if the opponent turns out to be a master, too?"

An Xin puckered her lips in displeasure: "Ningning, don’t be so pessimistic, alright? No matter how powerful, can it be as formidable as you? Remember, I’m personally modified by you..."

Smiling, Anning comforted An Xin: "Fine, I’m wrong, okay? Our An Xin is the most powerful system, the best system, the most considerate system."

Listening to this, An Xin felt immensely proud.

Then she inquired about Xiao Yuan: "Where’s Yuan Yuan?"

Anning sighed: "I just arrived and haven’t found him yet, but I reckon he’s nearby, shouldn’t be too far."

"I’ll keep an eye out for you," An Xin promised with a pat on her chest.

Anning chatted some more with An Xin, then asked her to help keep an ear out for the outside’s happenings before entering seclusion once more for cultivation.

Within days, the female lead would arrive at the Cang Mountain Sect. Without knowing the other’s full potential, Anning needed to bolster her power, dedicating the next few days to rapid cultivation to handle forthcoming events.

She remained in seclusion for half a month.

In that half month, Anning ascended from the Foundation Building Stage to the Golden Core Stage.

Her progression was direct, without barriers and not even passing through the Golden Core Tribulation; she simply became a Golden Core cultivator naturally.

Having increased her cultivation, Anning masked her Golden Core cultivator aura, concealing her true realm before finally concluding her seclusion.

Throughout that half month, several younger disciples unavoidably walked past, hoping to see if Senior Sister Yu had emerged. But after awaiting half a month without seeing their beloved, they were utterly anxious, rendering all efforts seemingly powerless.

Until Anning emerged, a few youth hidden nearby witnessed Senior Sister Yu adorned in red robes, with intricate hairstyles, wearing the Nine Phoenix Bead Hairpin and a few Pearl Flowers, her face exquisitely made up with bright red lipstick. Her entire being radiated beauty unparalleled by anything, causing their hearts to race intensely.

Anning smoothed her temples, face wreathed in a bright smile as she ambled towards the summit of Chiyan Peak.

"Senior Sister Yu seems even more beautiful now."

"Ah, red truly suits Senior Sister Yu perfectly."

"I can’t stand it anymore; my heart’s racing too fast."

"While in seclusion, Senior Sister Yu probably crafted new clothes and powders again."

Overall, the Cang Mountain Sect folks knew Senior Sister Yu was not diligent in her duties and continually contemplated creating stunning clothes, exquisite jewelry, and concocting new cosmetics and the like.

These young disciples then discussed among themselves whether there was any spiritual medicine that could produce finer cosmetics, aiming to find seeds to grow them, hoping to present them to please Senior Sister Yu in the future.