The next day, faint ripples of spiritual energy rippled across the spirit pool in the back mountain.
Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue were currently soaking in the spirit pool together. The warm water covered their waists and abdomens, nourishing their skin.
The two girls were completely unclad. Their fair, jade-like skin emitted a faint, lustrous glow against the backdrop of the spirit pool water, delicate and smooth without a single flaw.
They sat back to back, the lines of their slender necks graceful and their delicate collarbones slightly hollowed.
Rising and falling gently with their breaths, their long, pitch-black hair draped wetly over their shoulders, with a few strands clinging to their backs, outlining their soft waistlines.
Mo Yingluo slightly lifted her long leg, revealing a fair and slender thigh above the water's surface. Her skin shimmered with a delicate luster under the morning light.
She gently swung her leg, and the spirit pool water slid down her thigh, dripping back into the water and splashing up tiny droplets.
The two girls appeared to have their eyes closed, quietly soaking in the spirit pool and enjoying the nourishment of the spiritual liquid. In reality, their minds had long drifted away, and their divine senses acted like two agile little snakes, quietly trying to cross the black barrier in the middle.
They wanted to probe the opposite side and see the scenery over there.
But no matter how they pushed their divine senses, that black barrier was like an iron wall, firmly blocking them.
They could not penetrate even the slightest gap, making it entirely impossible to see anything on the other side.
The two girls opened their eyes at the same time, turned their heads, and exchanged a glance. Their eyes were filled with unwillingness. They could not help but grit their teeth, their lips forming a slight pout.
Damn it! We thought we were soaking together, why is there this stupid partition!
It even blocks peeping, this is too much!
Time went back to a few hours ago.
Early in the morning, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue ran to Gu Changyuan's room.
"Master!"
Mo Yingluo spoke first, her heterochromatic red and black eyes sparkling brightly:
"We want to try the spirit spring in the back mountain! Just like our senior sisters did before, we want to experience it!"
Mo Yingyue nodded vigorously beside her, her slender black tail swaying gently behind her, clearly full of anticipation.
Gu Changyuan looked at the expectant gazes of the two girls, thought for a moment, and did not refuse.
"Alright."
He originally wanted to call the other disciples to join them.
After all, soaking in a hot spring was livelier with more people.
But when Ye Qingxue and the others heard about it, they all politely declined.
"It's their first time soaking, so we won't go and crowd the fun."
Ye Qingxue said calmly.
"Yes, yes, let them have a good experience," Bai Ling'er agreed with a smile.
As for whether something would happen leaving the two girls alone with their Master, they were not worried at all.
Their Master definitely would not let them have their way.
Even if they did succeed, it would be fine; it would at least prove that a path could be opened with their Master.
With predecessors paving the way, it would be much easier for them to walk this path later.
Since the senior sisters were not going, Xiao Yi and the others naturally would not ask for a snub, all of them slipping away as fast as they could.
Thus, only Gu Changyuan and the two girls were left at the back mountain spirit pool.
Seeing that none of the other disciples were coming, Gu Changyuan did not prepare the standard spirit spring liquid. Instead, he specially formulated a spiritual medicine suited to the two girls' physiques.
At this moment, he was lying in the spirit pool on the other side. Feeling the warm pool water enveloping his entire body, he could not help but let out a long breath.
So comfortable.
How long had it been since he soaked in something like this.
When he was in the Ruins of Disorder, let alone soaking in spirit spring water, even clean water was not something that could be seen everywhere.
In the spirit pool on the other side.
Mo Yingyue leaned against the edge of the pool, her gaze falling on the black barrier that separated the two sides.
Her eyes darted around, and a subtle curve formed at the corners of her mouth.
She rested her hands on the edge of the pool and slowly pushed herself up, her entire body gradually rising out of the water.
The pool water slid down her fair skin, glowing with a lustrous sheen under the sunlight.
She quietly shifted two steps towards the black barrier.
Then her body slowly began to turn from a solid entity into an ethereal, soul-like state.
She discovered that this black barrier did not seem to obstruct spiritual bodies.
Joy welled up in her heart.
She slowly poked her head forward, wanting to sneak a peek at the scenery over there.
Just as the top of her head passed through the barrier.
Suddenly.
A hand pressed down on her head.
The hand was neither heavy nor light, yet it made it impossible for her to move forward even a single inch.
Immediately after—
"Thump."
Mo Yingyue only felt a sharp pain on her skull.
Gu Changyuan's voice came from the other side of the barrier, carrying a hint of a helpless smile:
"Little girl, what are you doing?"
Mo Yingyue immediately pulled her head back and dove back into the spirit pool.
She pouted, clutching the spot where her Master had just knocked her, looking extremely wronged.
"Nothing, I just accidentally changed forms."
"That really is quite careless."
...
For the next three days, Gu Changyuan stayed at the Celestial Sacred Land.
Every day, he would make time to teach Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, guiding them in the introductory techniques of the Great Daos of Space and Time.
The two had special physiques, and their understanding of their respective Great Daos far surpassed ordinary people.
Whatever Gu Changyuan taught, they basically understood it at a single point, and sometimes they could even draw inferences from one instance.
Over the three days, their foundations were pretty much set.
As for the deeper concepts, they would need to slowly comprehend them on their own in the future.
The master leads the disciple through the door, but cultivation depends on the individual.
Gu Changyuan stood up, his gaze falling upon Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue.
"It's about time. We should make another trip to the Outer Realm."
Hearing this, the two girls immediately put down what they were holding and came to stand beside him.
Their movements were so fast it was as if they had long been waiting for this sentence.
Because there were two companions, Ye Qingxue and Bai Ling'er chose not to follow.
Yue Lingxi had spent most of her time these past few days with Gongsun Qingling—teaching her the basics of those top-tier cultivation techniques and helping her familiarize herself with the environment of the Sacred Land.
As for knowledge regarding the Wood attribute, she had already informed the Lunar Elder Ning Heling that if Gongsun Qingling had any questions in that area, she could directly seek her out.
Because of her relationship with her master Yun Tianhe, Ning Heling generally had a good relationship with her various martial uncles and aunts.
During the time Gu Changyuan had been back, she had also frequently noticed the gazes that her three martial aunts, Ye Qingxue, Bai Ling'er, and Yue Lingxi, directed at their grandmaster, Gu Changyuan.
That hidden affection might be impenetrable to outsiders, but for someone like her who had long succeeded in breaking the taboo of romance with her master, she could see through it at a single glance.
It was a path she had walked herself; how could she not understand?
Every time she saw the complex light in the eyes of those three martial aunts as they looked at their grandmaster's back, she could not help but sigh silently in her heart.
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi had made rapid progress over the past few days.
After awakening their physiques, their perception abilities had also improved significantly.
Especially Jun Anshi; her Temporal Dao Physique made her exceptionally sensitive to the flow of time, karma, and emotions.
She could see that the feelings her senior sisters had for their Master seemed to be far from simple.
That hot and cold attitude, that hesitation to speak, that affection hidden beneath respect.
As for her two senior sisters, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue, they were even more direct—Jun Anshi did not even need to deliberately perceive it.
That gaze that wanted to take their Master right there and then at any time, that possessiveness that made them wish they could write the words "Master is mine" on their faces...
It was only their Master, the person involved, who failed to feel it.

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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”