NFBE Chapter 968: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
Chapter 968: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
As night fell over the mountains and forests, Qinghe had added the third round of firewood to the campfire in front of the tent.
Miaomiao held the spiritual fruit soup handed to her by Shen Yanzhao and drank it in small sips. This was the result of Shen Qingci slowly cooking it in front of her using his spiritual power for half an hour.
And it was only a small portion, which she almost drank up in just a few sips. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was specially stewed for her.
Miaomiao didn’t know what was in it, but she felt refreshed after drinking it.
"Brother Shen, this spiritual fruit soup is so delicious."
Miaomiao licked the sweetness at the corner of her mouth, but there was a hint of imperceptible embarrassment in her eyes.
Only today did she vaguely realize that Master Shen might be treating her a little strangely.
When she passed by Lingxi in the afternoon, the other party helped her pick up the hairpin that fell on the ground. He even took the initiative to make a new hairpin for her on the spot with the spiritual wood in the mustard bag and put it on her hair because the hairpin was dirty. She already had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Are all the current immortal masters being trained to become saints? Why do they feel even more saintly than the saints themselves?
But on the other hand, Shen Yanzhao treated Qinghe and the others with a bit of strictness and supervision.
Not to mention the spiritual fruit soup that had been stewed for her since the evening. Several spiritual fruits were chopped up and mixed with a light-colored liquid that she couldn't understand, and then poured into the pot to stew.
Miaomiao thought she had all of them at the time, but Shen Qingzhao directly told her that she was a mortal and her body could not accept the benefits of these spiritual fruits, so she could only stew them and absorb the juice to slowly regulate her body.
What body to regulate?
Miaomiao felt that since she took the pills he gave her, she had become much stronger and more agile than before. She might have an outstanding physique among girls of the same age. What kind of conditioning did she need?
But even so, Miaomiao is not indifferent to good and evil. If the other person is nice to her, she will naturally accept it, but she will be somewhat nervous about doing so.
She still hoped that Shen Yanzhao would remain the same as before, gentle but with the aloofness unique to monks, which made her feel more at ease.
It’s not like today, or maybe something was wrong yesterday, but Miaomiao didn’t realize it that deeply yet. But today, something is clearly wrong.
The hairpin I replaced for her, and the spiritual fruit soup that only she could drink...
This almost indulgent tenderness made Miaomiao, who was more accustomed to "keeping distance", nervous and at a loss.
There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and she hopes that the other party can understand this.
When she arrived in this dimension, she had no other thoughts except to go home, inherit the family business, and have a good vacation.
If possible, it would be nice to have a few more handsome men with broken childhood stories...
But believe her, there is no handsome immortal cultivator in her plan.
It doesn’t matter if she is a wild boar that can’t eat fine bran.
What she wants is absolute dominance, not to go to someone else's territory and be a mortal woman looked down upon by others.
If money can’t solve a problem, it’s better to just ignore it.
Shen Qingci sat opposite Miaomiao, his eyes fixed on the little girl's red ears, with a smile in his eyes.
He naturally noticed Miaomiao's embarrassment, but was ready to restrain his gentleness.
After all, he wanted her to get used to his presence, and he also wanted her to know that he wanted to be good to her, not for the so-called "protection", but simply because it was her.
He became increasingly concerned about the closeness at night and the alienation during the day.
After all, he was even more decadent at night, but she knew nothing. How could he not feel uncomfortable? How could he not want her to really see him in her eyes? They were meant to be a couple.
But obviously, his little girl was frightened by his behavior and even looked at him with avoidance.
Shen Qingci smiled and didn't say much. He couldn't escape after all.
Qinghe and the others here had already set up their tents tactfully. Although Master Shen only made spiritual fruit soup for the young lady, he did not ignore them.
In the end, everyone received spiritual fruits from the Qingyun Sect, but anyone with eyes knew that these spiritual fruits were not the same kind as the spiritual fruits in the young lady's soup.
It can be said that Master Shen has almost written the difference in treatment on their faces.
But this is good enough. The young lady seemed to have grown up under their care, so naturally they wanted her to be happy.
Several people stood guarding the campfire from a distance, looking at their young lady holding the soup bowl, their eyes showing the understanding that had already come from someone who had already seen through them.
The thoughts of this Immortal Master Shen towards their young lady were as obvious as her previous differential treatment. Only their young lady was pretending to be ignorant.
For Qinghe and the others, this Immortal Master Shen might not be as strong as the original son-in-law in terms of ability to enter the inner sect, but he is definitely not as simple as the outer sect disciple he said.
Moreover, his appearance and demeanor are no worse than the original son-in-law, and can even be said to be even better.
If the young lady married Master Shen, not to mention that the immortals and mortals would have other topics to talk about, even if they were just venting their anger, it would be a real relief.
Miaomiao naturally didn't know what the others were thinking. After eating, she went straight back to her tent to rest. She could even smell the aroma of the spiritual fruit soup in the air.
In the entire convoy, only Shen Qingci's cultivation level was above and above everyone else.
Therefore, Shen Qingci's words gradually became everyone's wish. The other party said that there was no need to keep watch at night because they were protected by the formation. As long as there were cultivators below the Jindan level or monsters coming, they could detect them and respond quickly. In view of this, everyone who should rest at night also rested.
Only cultivators above the Jindan stage can practice without sleep. For cultivators below the Jindan stage, the amount of sleep decreases gradually, especially in the Qi training stage. The amount of sleep there is no different from that of ordinary people.
There was a cool breeze at night. Miaomiao was still lying in bed, tossing and turning without any desire to sleep.
After thinking about those things over and over in his mind, he decided to let himself go and started thinking about how to find a son-in-law after returning to the Su family's old house. He even thought about how to comfort those wounded hearts and spend money like water. Just thinking about it made him happy. As a result, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep.
At the same time, Shen Yanzhao's gentle eyes became clearer and clearer in his mind.
Miaomiao sighed and simply sat up from the bed, trying to sort out her thoughts in the moonlight. If that didn't work, she would go night fishing, which was much better than staying in the tent.
As a result, as soon as he lifted the tent curtain a little, he met the gaze of Shen Qingci who was not far away.
He was sitting by the campfire outside the tent. He was obviously a cold and aloof cultivator, but with a few strands of hair hanging down his forehead, he seemed to have a bit of the unruly feeling of a chivalrous man.
With the moonlight behind her, Miaomiao couldn't see the other person's specific expression, but the look in her eyes seemed to penetrate the distance, causing Miaomiao to unconsciously tighten her grip on the tent curtain.
"Why haven't you slept yet? Are you feeling unwell?"