Another day passed, and it was the weekend. Mo Chuan had to take a train to Suzhou that evening, so he bought some ingredients and fruits to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to cook a meal for Mo Fei and explain the situation.
“Little Uncle… Brother Chuan, you’ve come to find Mo Fei?” Meng Le, seeing Mo Chuan’s imposing presence, wisely changed his address and pointed towards the back mountain. “Junior Sister Mo should be comprehending sword intent in the Sword Tomb at the back mountain. You can wait in her room first, and I’ll go call her.”
“Wait a moment,” Mo Chuan stopped Meng Le and smiled, “Don’t call her, give her a surprise.”
As he spoke, he stuffed a piece of roasted sweet potato into Meng Le’s hand. Meng Le’s eyes lit up, and after taking it, he nodded and said, “Brother Chuan, don’t worry, I’ll guard your door for a while, no one will disturb you.”
It was rather amusing that in such a large school as the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, all the funds were spent on training facilities, teaching materials, and so on. Everyone’s meals were basically just water boiled with leafy vegetables, served with rice, steamed buns, and hand-pulled noodles. Meat was rarely seen, perhaps less than a tael a day, and sometimes not even oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar was added.
When Mo Chuan was patrolling earlier, he had given Meng Le a piece of roasted sweet potato and ten lamb skewers, along with a bottle of soda. The poor child was moved to tears (it was no wonder this silly kid exchanged money for his junior uncle’s wine every day).
“Go on, go on. By the way, are you also going to the Dunhuang Ruins in Suzhou?”
“I’m not going… My master says I need to stabilize my mind, so I’ll be going into seclusion at Jianxin Cliff this time.” Meng Le shook his head in distress, then remembered something and said, “Oh, Brother Chuan, Qi Ling is also going to the ruins this time.”
Mo Chuan was momentarily stunned when he heard the name, but he immediately recalled who it was. His expression remained unchanged as he nodded, “I will be extra careful.”
After that, Mo Chuan, carrying the fruits and vegetables, headed straight for Mo Fei’s cave dwelling.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was noon.
Mo Fei descended the mountain from the Sword Tomb feeling quite frustrated. The sun was strong today, and she planned to go back to her cave dwelling to take a bath.
Her sword intent, sword techniques, and sword heart were already very strong, yet she was still unable to break through the crucial threshold of the sixth tier to the seventh tier – comprehending the Domain.
The comprehension of a Domain typically began at the sixth tier and concluded at the eighth tier. At the sixth tier, one could usually only influence a small area around themselves, providing buffs to oneself and allies or weakening opponents. However, such domains could sometimes be achieved by individuals with good innate abilities and skills at the third or fourth tier, essentially a basic foundational skill.
But at the seventh tier, the Domain became different.
At this stage, the Domain could essentially affect the surrounding natural environment. This was why the scene was always in disarray after high-level experts battled (like Xin Lei’s appearances, which were always accompanied by dark clouds and rumbling thunder).
By the eighth tier, it was the ultimate form of the Domain.
At this point, the Domain already possessed spatial fluctuations. Some geniuses with spatial abilities could even use their Domain to separate themselves or their enemies from the real world and transport them to another space.
Currently, Mo Fei could already form a basic Domain using demonic energy and sword energy to weaken enemies, but she was still a long way from a seventh-tier Domain.
What troubled Mo Fei even more was that her longing for Mo Chuan was so intense that even her inner demon had become somewhat listless without absorbing his essence.
“Sigh… I’m so tired…” Mo Fei pushed open the courtyard gate and was about to step inside when she frowned. Her delicate nose twitched as she looked towards her room.
“A scent… is that…” Mo Fei sniffed again with a frown, then seemed to realize something. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and without even bothering to lock the courtyard gate, she hopped and rushed into her room.
“Brother!” Mo Fei flung the door open and saw her favorite dishes laid out on the table: boiled fish, spicy chicken, seafood congee, and oyster sauce lettuce… Mo Chuan, meanwhile, was folding clothes he had just brought in from the balcony, preparing to put them in the wardrobe.
“You’re back? Go change your clothes, wash your hands, and get ready to eat.” Mo Chuan turned back with a smile and reached out to open the wardrobe.
“Wait a minute!” Mo Fei, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristled and rushed towards Mo Chuan, intending to stop him.
But…
As Mo Chuan opened the wardrobe, a large dakimakura, over 1.8 meters tall, tumbled out. Mixed with the scent of a young girl, it hit Mo Chuan in the face.
“…”
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
Mo Chuan picked up the dakimakura, glanced at it, and his veins began to bulge – Mo Chuan (Hellwalker · Improperly Dressed · 2D) life-sized dakimakura, a must-have for you.
“Brother… let me explain…”
“It’s fine…” Mo Chuan placed the dakimakura on the bed and said as he prepared to put the clothes in the wardrobe, “You go change first, I’ll get the bowls and chopsticks…”
“Wait a moment…”
Mo Chuan’s action of putting away clothes paused. Then, he put the clothes into the wardrobe, took out a photo of himself cross-dressing, and feigned ignorance as he asked, “When did you go out for cosplay again?”
The photo showed him kneeling with two twin sisters dressed as demonic cult saintesses and witch grass dolls. For some reason, there were also traces of moisture on them.
“Uh… before you came… Junior Sister invited me out for a bit…”
Both of them tacitly played dumb. After all, revealing this would be social suicide, and it would silence both of them simultaneously – Mo Chuan: My sister is fantasizing about my 2D image and cross-dressing photos? Mo Fei: My brother is actually a cross-dresser? And he looks better than me?
They tacitly moved to the wardrobe to tidy their clothes, while the other went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks to scoop congee.
…
“I’m going to Dunhuang in Suzhou tonight. The ruins there are about to open, you should know, right?” At the dinner table, Mo Chuan said as he served Mo Fei, “I probably won’t be back for another two weeks, so you need to take good care of yourself, understand? If you want any snacks, call that kid Su Yueqing and have him buy them for you.”
“He learned how to use a phone?”
“He learned long ago, and he’s even better at it than I am now… Ah-choo!” Mo Chuan covered his mouth and sneezed, muttering, “Why do I feel a bit cold behind my back…”
Mo Fei, holding her bowl and chopsticks, cast a subtle glare at Mo Chuan’s back. Behind him, her inner demon, like a cat that had consumed catnip, was weakly clinging to Mo Chuan with its limbs.httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
For the inner demon, Mo Chuan, by absorbing souls and accumulating passive effects, possessed a large amount of emotional energy. This substance was like a drug to demonic cultivators who relied on emotions to enhance their spiritual power, inner demons who cultivated by human emotions, and otherworldly demons – the more they absorbed, the more addicted they became.
“You must be careful too…” Mo Fei put down her bowl and chopsticks and gently held Mo Chuan’s hand with her soft palm, saying, “I’ve seen many people lose their lives in ruins before. Inside, you not only have to guard against the mechanisms and ferocious beasts of the ruins but also against your own kind who harbor ill intentions, understand?”
“Mmm…” Mo Chuan nodded. He understood the principle that it is difficult to draw a tiger without drawing its bones, and to know a person’s face but not their heart.
In the gradually warming atmosphere, they finished lunch.