Shrouding the Heavens: Starting with a divine furnace, persuade Yi Qingwu

Chapter 18 Ye Feng! You bastard! [Please continue reading]

Yi Qingwu called softly from outside the door.

"Come in."

Nangong Nayue's languid voice drifted from inside, neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a unique charm of a mature woman.

Yi Qingwu pushed open the door and entered.

The side hall was small, but exquisitely decorated. Several landscape paintings hung on the walls, depicting the moon palace, with delicate brushstrokes and a profound artistic conception.

A daybed was placed by the window, covered with a snow-white mink fur rug, which was soft and comfortable to look at.

Nangong Nayue was lying on that bed.

Today she wore a purple tulle dress, a deeper shade than the moon-white one she wore last night, which accentuated her mature and elegant charm.

The fabric of the gauze dress was very thin and soft, clinging to her body and perfectly outlining her voluptuous figure—slender waist, full breasts, every curve was just right.

She propped her head up with one hand and held a scroll of bamboo slips in the other, looking at it lazily.

Her long hair was loose over her shoulders, not tied up, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears, making her neck appear even longer and whiter.

She lay there quietly, yet it felt as if all the light in the side hall was falling on her.

After seeing Yi Qingwu enter, Nangong Nayue put down the bamboo scroll in her hand and slowly sat up.

Her movements were slow and elegant, like a flower slowly blooming.

Why did you get up so late today?

Nangong Nayue's voice carried a hint of curiosity, but more so a lazy, nonchalant tone.

Yi Qingwu's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained unchanged.

"Reporting to Master, it took some time because I needed to stabilize my cultivation level."

Her voice was soft and steady, no different from usual.

Nangong Nayue nodded without further suspicion.

It's normal that it takes time to stabilize one's realm after a breakthrough.

"Master, I have a request."

Yi Qingwu bowed slightly, her voice carrying just the right amount of respect.

"explain."

Nangong Nayue leaned lazily against the couch, propping her head up with one hand, her gaze fixed on Yi Qingwu.

"This disciple wishes to apply for a grotto-heaven rich in spiritual energy, as well as ten million catties of source stones. I will go into seclusion to cultivate and strive to achieve the Four Extremes Secret Realm perfection as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, the side hall fell silent for a moment.

Nangong Nayue frowned slightly.

Ten million catties of Origin Stone.

This is not a small amount.

Although the Guanghan Palace has a profound foundation, it is not something that can easily produce ten million catties of source stones.

"Ten million catties of Originium?"

Nangong Nayue repeated the number, her voice tinged with a hint of contemplation.

She quickly did some mental calculations.

The Guanghan Palace's annual income mainly comes from several sources: resources brought back by disciples on their training trips, taxes from Shengyuan City, and trade with other factions.

After deducting daily expenses—disciples' cultivation resources, palace maintenance, array operation, and various social obligations—the amount of source stones that can be saved each year is only about one million catties.

Yi Qingwu's words were the culmination of ten years of effort from the Guanghan Palace.

"Master."

Seeing that Nangong Nayue was deep in thought, Yi Qingwu spoke again.

"I believe I can break through to the Perfect Four Extremes Realm within a year, as long as I have sufficient resources."

Her voice carried an unprecedented sense of certainty and confidence.

"We could even break through to the Dragon Transformation Realm and catch up with Yin Tiande. This would make our marriage alliance even more secure."

Nangong Nayue's eyes narrowed slightly.

Can one break through to the Four Perfections within a year?

If someone else had said that, she would have just taken it as a joke of youthful arrogance.

But the person who said these words was Yi Qingwu—her most outstanding disciple, the most brilliant genius in Guanghan Palace in a hundred years.

more importantly.

Yi Qingwu just broke through yesterday.

It took less than a month to go from the threshold of level four to level one of level four.

This speed is indeed astonishingly fast.

"Are you really confident that you can break through to the peak of the Four Extremes Mystic Realm within a year?"

Nangong Nayue's voice became more serious, and a sharp glint flashed in her lazy eyes.

"I am confident."

Yi bowed slightly, her voice firm.

"Please grant my request, Master."

Nangong Nayue stared at her for a long while.

Then, she sat up from the couch.

"it is good."

Her voice regained its languid tone, but there was a hint of solemnity in it.

"I'll go and discuss it with the elders. You go back and wait for my notification."

Ten million catties of source stones is no small amount. Although she is the palace master, such a large-scale mobilization of resources must be approved by the elders.

"Yes, Master."

Yi Qingwu bowed again and then slowly withdrew from the side hall.

four

As she emerged from the side hall, Yi Qingwu let out a long sigh of relief.

Then she quickened her pace, almost running back.

As we walked through the corridor, Su Xiaoxiao ran over from the other side, her round little face adorned with a sweet smile and deep dimples—she was incredibly cute.

"Senior sister! Why is your face so red? Is it because you're too hot from cultivating?"

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at Yi Qingwu, her big eyes full of curiosity.

Yi Qingwu paused in her steps.

"Ah... um, I just finished practicing my internal energy, so I feel a bit hot."

She gave a casual reply, her smile remaining perfectly composed.

"Oh..." Su Xiaoxiao nodded as if she understood, then skipped away, her green feather coat looking like a light leaf in the sunlight.

As Yi Qingwu watched her junior sister's departing figure, her heart pounded.

That was close.

I almost got caught.

She took a deep breath and continued walking back.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts. One moment I was thinking about the resources, the next I was thinking about that bastard Ye Feng, and then I was wondering if my master would agree to the ten million catties of source stones.

As I thought about it, those scenes from this morning resurfaced in my mind.

Black stockings, a sheer skirt, the way that bastard carried her towards the bed...

"Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it!"

Yi Qingwu mentally berated herself, shaking her head violently, a few strands of hair swaying on the side of her face.

My steps quickened.

There's an insatiable pervert waiting for her at home.

She needs to get back quickly.

Thinking of that bastard Ye Feng, Yi Qingwu's face flushed even more, and even the roots of her ears turned a light pink.

She quickened her pace, almost running through the laurel grove, across the square, and through the corridors.

Several junior female students greeted her on the way, but she only nodded hurriedly in response, her steps never faltering.

Finally, she saw her own yard.

The courtyard gate was ajar, just as it had been when she left.

Yi Qingwu stopped at the courtyard gate, took a deep breath, and then another, until her heartbeat calmed down and the blush on her face faded a bit, before pushing open the gate and going inside.

Crossing the courtyard, we arrived at the door.

She reached out and pushed the door open.

The door opened.

Before she could even see what was happening inside, a pair of strong arms reached out and scooped her up in their arms.

"you--!"

Before Yi Qingwu could finish speaking, she was picked up, her feet off the ground, and rushed into the room.

"Ye Feng! You bastard!"

She scolded him playfully, then punched his chest several times.

But that little bit of force was no different from tickling Ye Feng.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Yi Qingwu spat several times, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed, but her struggles grew weaker and weaker until she finally gave up resisting completely, nestling obediently in his arms and letting him carry her into the depths of the room.

The gauze curtains fell again.

From inside the room came Yi Qingwu's indistinct voice, which sounded like she was cursing, or like she was being coquettish, and finally turned into a barely audible murmur.