After reading the first book, Yun Qingxue gained a general understanding of the cultivation levels of humans and spirits. She placed the book back in its original spot and pulled out another one.
Initially, she thought the celestial script in this book would also require effort to decipher, but to her surprise, the moment she held it, the text had transformed into a language she could understand.
Frowning slightly, Yun Qingxue didn’t rush to read it. Instead, she picked up another book—only to find that its previously obscure and incomprehensible script had also changed into familiar characters!
Perfect!
A surge of quiet joy filled her heart. After glancing at the book in her hand, she returned it to its place and grabbed another, skimming the title on the cover.
After flipping through more than a dozen books, Yun Qingxue realized that the first floor’s collection mostly consisted of introductory texts on the common knowledge and history of the Xuanling Continent.
Since the celestial texts had inexplicably transformed into a language she could read, what she urgently wanted now were books on cultivation!
Abandoning the first floor, Yun Qingxue ascended the stairs to the second level. A quick browse revealed that most of the books here were geographical descriptions of the Xuanling Continent.
She climbed further up the spiral staircase. This floor’s shelves were filled with illustrated guides on medicinal herbs.
“Little Junior Sister!” Just as Yun Qingxue was about to continue upward in search of cultivation manuals, a nimble figure descended gracefully from the ceiling like a fleeting shadow.
Mo Changxing gazed at Yun Qingxue, who was immersed in the sea of books, his eyes filled with warmth and a hint of apology. “I meant to come earlier, but something urgent delayed me. Are you hungry?”
“Not at all.” Yun Qingxue smiled faintly. Now that she could understand the celestial texts, she had spent the entire time searching for useful books—how could she spare a thought for hunger?
“It’s already dark. Come, let me take you out to find something to eat.” Mo Changxing approached her.
Yun Qingxue glanced at the vast collection of books. There was no rush—she could always return later. So she allowed Mo Changxing to whisk her away, flying out from the rooftop.
The evening breeze was gentle.
She had entered the thatched cottage’s sea of books with her master in the morning, and now, stepping out again, an entire day had passed.
A few scattered stars dotted the sky, and a slender figure came running through the night.
“Master.” Daise’s timid voice called out, her eyes bright as she looked at Yun Qingxue. “Master, you’ve come out!”
“Mm.” Yun Qingxue acknowledged.
Daise smiled shyly before suddenly handing Yun Qingxue a small porcelain vial, presenting it like a treasure. “While waiting for you, I noticed the Luoyun Mountain was brimming with spiritual energy, so I gathered some spirit dew. Master must be tired after a long day? This will help refresh you.”
Before Yun Qingxue could react, Mo Changxing swiftly took the vial from Daise’s hand, opened the lid, and sniffed its contents. Only then did he pass it to Yun Qingxue, remarking coolly to Daise, “Not bad. At least you have some sense.”
“Serving my master is my duty.” Daise bowed respectfully to both of them.
Though the man’s words were spoken with indifference, even carrying a hint of authority, they filled her with quiet delight.
From the moment she first saw him, the aura of power surrounding him had intimidated her. But since he was someone close to her master, avoiding him was impossible.
She had been nervous—but now, receiving even a faint compliment from this formidable figure she revered and feared, it felt like a tightly wound string finally loosening.
“Have you been waiting here for me all this time?” Yun Qingxue took the vial from Mo Changxing but didn’t open it. Instead, she frowned at Daise.
“Yes.” Daise replied respectfully, her clear eyes fixed on Yun Qingxue. “Wherever my master is, that’s where I’ll be.”
Yun Qingxue smiled faintly.
“Daise, I’m going out with him for a while. You can head back first and wait for me.”
“As you wish, Master.” Daise bowed and left.
Mo Changxing looked at Yun Qingxue with a wounded expression. “Little Junior Sister, from now on, call me Senior Brother!”
“I’m hungry!” Yun Qingxue deftly sidestepped the topic.
“I’ll take you to find food!” Mo Changxing wrapped an arm around her waist and soared into the wind. Yet inwardly, he sighed. Where had things gone wrong? Why was Qingxue so guarded against him?
“Senior Brother” was just a title, but she wouldn’t even call him that. What did that mean? It meant this girl’s wariness of him ran deep.
The night breeze whispered softly. A crescent moon hung in the sky, and the Luoyun Mountain lay tranquil under the starry night.
A sudden gust of wind shattered the peace, sending the surroundings into chaos.
A streak of white light flashed—and a plump pheasant dropped into the grass.
Mo Changxing and Yun Qingxue stood atop a tall phoenix tree. Yun Qingxue watched, speechless, as the forest erupted into pandemonium the moment they arrived—all thanks to the man beside her.
“Little Junior Sister, is one pheasant enough? Should I catch something else for you?”
With that, Mo Changxing’s fingertips shimmered with white light once more.
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