After Jiang Ruoxu left, Mo Lianxing let out a soft sigh.
It was as if she had exhaled all her melancholy in that breath, and in an instant, her wistful expression transformed into sheer delight.
A flawless zero-frame mood shift—truly a masterclass in acting!
"Hehe... a fire-attribute Saint-grade spirit stone! Wow... I hit the jackpot! My little disciple is quite filial, knowing how to repay his master... all that teaching wasn’t in vain, hehe."
Mo Lianxing picked up the Saint-grade spirit stone and gave it a little nibble. Mmm... genuine!
Jiang Che watched the woman’s shameless antics and suddenly remembered that, in terms of soul age, she was actually over five thousand years old.
"Have you... always been like this?" Jiang Che asked slowly.
"Like what? Greedy? Who in the cultivation world isn’t obsessed with spirit stones? Even those bald monks in the Buddhist sects covet them!"
Mo Lianxing pulled out a small storage pouch filled with spirit stones. With a flick of her finger, she tossed the new addition inside.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. The pouch was now packed to the brim—hundreds of high-grade spirit stones, over a dozen top-grade ones she’d swiped from Jiang Che, and two Saint-grade spirit stones.
One was the water-attribute Saint-grade stone Jiang Che had given her, and the other was the one Jiang Ruoxu had just handed over.
Jiang Che’s gaze softened. Mo Lianxing might seem like a money-grubber, but he had never seen a truly avaricious glint in her eyes.
Even the Saint-grade spirit stones were casually tossed into the pouch.
The one he’d gifted her earlier had never been used for cultivation—it just collected dust in storage.
It left him a little puzzled.
"Wifey, is your soul age really five thousand?" Jiang Che asked.
Mo Lianxing nodded. "Yep. At my peak, I was a supreme expert who underwent nine Nirvana rebirths, just one step away from the Creation Realm. Five thousand years old... hubby, your age isn’t even a fraction of my fraction."
"Then... tell me your story? We’re an old married couple now—no secrets between us, right?"
Jiang Che shamelessly pressed on. What troubles could an immortal fairy like her possibly have?
Mo Lianxing glanced at him. "What story? I spent my Nirvana period undergoing nine rebirths, each time secluding myself for a century or two. Just that alone took nearly two thousand years of sleep. Then I spent another thousand-plus years hiding inside a ring..."
"Uh... two thousand years of sleep? Wifey, you must have some impressive sleep quality," Jiang Che said with a strained smile.
Mo Lianxing sighed softly. "Well, there are downsides too. The usual curse of immortality—watching your peers fade away one by one. Every time I awoke from Nirvana, another old friend would either pass on or fail in their breakthrough. But after a while... you get used to it."
"But hubby, you don’t have to worry about that!" Mo Lianxing grinned slyly. "You’ve got those flawless Longevity Pills—each one grants a full ten years of life without any diminishing returns. That’s practically a form of immortality right there. Fewer troubles for you!"
"Oh, and hubby, you must never, ever tell anyone that your master can refine flawless Longevity Pills. Not a soul! Otherwise, something truly terrifying will come knocking."
Mo Lianxing lowered her voice.
"In the Nine Heavens, even an Emperor’s lifespan rarely exceeds twenty or thirty thousand years. Not even those who’ve mastered the Three-Life Emperor Realm and glimpsed their future selves have been known to live a hundred thousand years. And the legendary immortals? They too face the limits of mortality!"
"In the Nine Heavens, Longevity Pills are the easiest to refine—many alchemists start with them. You’ve got pills that add one year, ten years, even a hundred. But no matter how talented the alchemist, they always circle back to Longevity Pills. Know why?"
"Longevity Pills defy the natural order. One pill can extend your life... but the effects diminish sharply with each subsequent dose. If that weren’t the case, wouldn’t everyone in the Nine Heavens live forever?"
"Countless genius alchemists have tried to create the perfect Longevity Pill—one without diminishing returns. Almost all failed. Rumor has it that the Alchemy God of the Destiny Seekers’ Association once succeeded in refining a flawless pill... but it only added ten minutes of life before he met a gruesome, inexplicable death."
Then Mo Lianxing’s expression turned deadly serious.
"Hubby, I know your status is lofty—you might not even bat an eye at an Emperor. But the waters of the Nine Heavens run deep. The secret of the flawless Longevity Pills must never get out. Not even the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens can be trusted!"
"That Alchemy God who broke the rules? In life, he was a First Tribulation Immortal, a Pavilion Master of one of the Heaven Pavilions. And yet, even he died horribly. The Destiny Seekers’ Association couldn’t save him."
Mo Lianxing had revealed a lot.
"Oh? Wifey, you seem quite familiar with the Destiny Seekers’ Association," Jiang Che remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Mo Lianxing hesitated. "Hubby, I do have... some history with them."
"There was a time I climbed to the position of Deputy Pavilion Master in one of the Nine Heavens’ Earth Pavilions. But they never promoted me or raised my pay, so I quietly resigned. Plus, I overheard too many secrets during my tenure... and they tried to silence me. Luckily, my soul survived and ended up in the lower realm."
Jiang Che: "???"
He’d suspected she had ties to the Destiny Seekers’ Association, but he never imagined Mo Lianxing had once been a member!
"And the reason they didn’t promote you... are you sure it wasn’t because you kept skipping work for your century-long Nirvana naps?"
Jiang Che hit the nail on the head. Mo Lianxing nearly choked.
She had indeed slacked off. The Association allowed paid cultivation leave, so she exploited it—every Nirvana cycle lasted nearly a century. Pure opportunism.
"Aiya, hubby, digging too deep takes the fun out of things!"
"So what, you want me to avenge you? Wipe out the entire Destiny Seekers’ Association?"
Mo Lianxing stuck out her tongue. "Jumping straight to slaughter? Are you some kind of ultra-aggressive tyrant?"
Then again, judging by Jiang Che’s... certain appetites, maybe he was.
"Tch, now you’re mocking me? Should we step into the Soul Nurturing Ring for a little chat?"
Mo Lianxing shrank back. "Hubby, the Destiny Seekers’ Association is a tangled web. No need for revenge... honestly, the fault was mostly mine. I got caught selling classified Association intel..."
Jiang Che: "..."
Well, there I was feeling indignant on your behalf, and it turns out you’re just your usual, unrepentant, shameless self!
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