Maiden Galaxy

Chapter 409: The Woman, Qingyi

"This Heavenly Emperor Fire Dragon had nothing good at all."

As the sun set at the western mountain, the city gates opened. Chen Mo held the "Qilin Claw" and successfully entered the city, becoming one of the candidates to be the Qilin Cub. He found an inn to stay at and prepare for tomorrow's actual Qilin Cub selection.

As he sat on the bed, Chen Mo took out the leftover Astral Bag he gained today from killing the Heavenly Emperor cultivator to see what he harvested. Other than some medicines that could bolster cultivation, the other magic treasures, talismans, and secret books were trinkets to the current him. However, the several hundred Astral Dollars he found were actually better than nothing.

After obtaining the Five Emperors Seal, let alone a Universe Origin Three Boundaries cultivator's powers, Chen Mo found he was a bit disdainful of even a Lord Of Heaven's magic treasures now.

Chen Mo stored these items away, saving them for a later trip to the Thousand Gold Pavilion to see whether or not Lady Wei would trade them for anything. Then, Chen Mo began to cultivate the Five Emperors Seal again.

Under the Bodhi Soul Technique, the Five Emperors Seal was already able to activate to near perfection. But Chen Mo still felt that something was missing. After a while, he finally understood. Although the Five Emperors Seal was proficient, the hand seals were fleeting and momentary. The five absolute beauties that were as perfect as gods and clearly not mundane were similarly fleeting, disappearing in a flash.

Was he regretful that he was unable to see their faces again?

Or perhaps their accumulated mysteries and stories attracted him?

Chen Mo thought it over. The answer seemed to be both.

The Ancient Five Emperors. Star World's Maiden Mountain.

Star World's mysteries always made people appear so small. Chen Mo's heart sighed, and he used the Bodhi Soul Technique to sweep away his miscellaneous thoughts. After a moment, the outside of the room became lively. Presumably, the other cultivators were returning in succession.

For this Qilin Cub Selection, "Chamberlain Of Military Farms" Zhao Chongguo specially established a forbiddance in the city. Riding sword flight was prohibited, and the other cultivators entering the city were required to follow the rules. Furthermore, all cultivators who obtained Qilin Cub qualifications were to stay in the city's inns and wait until the following day to head to "Huang Valley."

There was dancing, singing, and revelry in the inn. Chen Mo felt bored, so he left his room.

The main hall was already just about packed and bustling. Chen Mo found an empty seat to sit down at, and a waiter cordially stepped forward to serve him. It was said that this "Chamberlain Of Military Farms" Zhao Chongguo's greatest talent was farming.¹ She possessed countless mu of fertile fields, planting every kind of crop and medicine in them. For this reason, the foodstuffs in the Dragon Tail Star Field's taverns and inns was especially sumptuous.

White-cut skinned dragon, fuliji roast chicken, crystal vegetable trotters…How incredible. These delicacies not only were able to please a cultivator's palate, they could even compare to Spirit Medicines. They had every kind of qi supplement, energy rejuvenation, mind clearing, and health effect. There was even a "Qilin Shed-skin" dish that was able to directly allow an Earthly Immortal's Primordial Spirit to a Division, but the price was very exorbitant, calculated using Astral Dollars.

"Waiter, do these dishes actually work?" Chen Mo's eyes lit up.

The waiter chuckled: "Dear Guest, do not hesitate to be at ease. Our inn was authorized by the ‘Chamberlain,' we do not dare to betray that. These ingredients all were planted in the Dragon Tail, they are absolutely authentic. Although they will not compare to the Central Star Field, they still have no problem increasing Dear Guest's cultivation."

"Can it make me Primordial Spirit Two Divisions?"

"So long as Fellow is skilled enough, you can be Primordial Spirit Two Divisions after one night. However, this will be useless for Three Divisions." The waiter said: "This Qilin Shed-skin is available only once a month. Would Dear Guest like to try it?"

Chen Mo cursed to himself. Indeed, the Inner Star Fields were abhorrent. Just by eating a meal, one was able to increase their cultivation. Hearing his phrasing, the Central Star Field was apparently even more spectacular.

"Five thousand Astral Dollars." Chen Mo saw that price was a bit expensive. "Then I'll order this."

"Sure, Dear Guest is truly fortunate. This month's Qilin Shed-skin is yours." The waiter chuckled. "What else would you like to order, Dear Guest? This ‘Wanshou Good Fortune' together with the Qilin Shed-skin can grant you endless benefits."

One bottle of Wanshou Good Fortune was seven thousand Astral Dollars. Reportedly, it had the effect of increasing one's longevity, but Chen Mo did not believe this at all. Only ghosts knew whether it would add to longevity or not.

In the end, Chen Mo ordered the Qilin Shed-skin and several other foods that bolstered the body and nourished the Primordial Spirit. He wanted to see whether or not they would have an effect.

When the waiter carried over the dishes, other people's gazes were immediately drawn over. Chen Mo's order was considered extravagant.

"Five thousand Astral Dollars to buy the Qilin Shed-skin for Primordial Spirit Two Divisions at most. He really is some young master."

"Too extravagant, fuck. One can cultivate to Primordial Spirit Two Divisions in half a year at most, yet he actually spent 5000 Astral Dollars for it."

"Hmph, the rick always think of ways to play foul. Without a stable foundation, he will still suffer in the end."

Some jealous jeers came from the side.

Without a stable foundation? Chen Mo nearly burst out laughing. With his Body of the Black Turtle, there was no cultivator in the world who would dare to compare foundations with him. However, spending 5000 Astral Dollars just to increase his cultivation to Primordial Spirit Two Divisions was a bit wasteful. Chen Mo himself felt that he was some family's young master throwing away money. Ten thousand Astral Dollars was an enormous sum to Earthly Immortals.

Chen Mo savored this Qilin Shed-skin. It was made from a "Jadeite Earthly Pheasant," and stuffed in it were an abundance of rare medicines paired with the chef's exceptional cooking technique to finally blend the vegetables and Spirit Medicines perfectly into a single, sumptuous feast.

"Is the chef a Star General?" Chen Mo took a bite. Nothing more beautiful could be imagined.

"No, This Lowly One's restaurant is unable to invite Star Generals, however, that Fellow is from a famous school."

"Is that so."

Chen Mo nodded, feeling this was money well-spent.

"Fellow, could Your Servant share a table with you?"

As he ate with gusto, he suddenly heard an elegant voice. Chen Mo glanced out the corner of his eye. A very easy-mannered and graceful woman wearing a green long skirt stood in front of him. She had bright eyes, white teeth, and naturally good looks.

Chen Mo looked around. The halls really was already packed with guests.

"Does Fellow think Your Servant is deceiving you?" The woman slightly smiled.

"If you do not mind my lack of manners, then please sit." Chen Mo generously said.

The woman wiped off dust and smoothed her skirt, sitting down upright. Her posture was beautiful, like a gorgeous mountain peak in a lake. The eyes of the cultivators nearby were glued to her.

The woman ignored their gazes and looked at the delectable food.

"If you aren't offended, you can try it." Chen Mo said.

A mysterious smile flit across the woman's lips. "Such fine food, how can we make do without good wine. Waiter, a bottle of Wanshou Good Fortune, if you would."

"Yes," The waiter excitedly responded.

"This Wanshou Good Fortune may not necessarily increase your longevity. You're being a bit wasteful." Chen Mo whispered.

"Who would think about something far off while they are still alive. This Dragon Tail Star Field's ‘Wanshou Good Fortune' is fine wine. This life would not be in vain to have tasted it." The woman disagreed.

Chen Mo gave her a thumbs up.

This woman was quite straightforward.

The waiter very quickly served a bottle of "Wanshou Good Fortune," the bottle of which did not appear any different from the average wine bottle. It did not appear remarkable at all, but once the wine was poured, the aroma immediately filled their hearts. The slightly wafting fragrance left them feeling drunk.

The throats of the nearby cultivators gulped as they swallowed their saliva, but this even thousand Astral Dollar Wanshou Good Fortune was honestly too expensive. They could only eat with their eyes.

"It truly is casting pearls before swine for such fine wine to be drunk by an Earthly Immortal. Lady, how about we drink a cup with you."

"Heh, heh, this way, everyone can look after you."

"At least we're more reliable than some Earthly Immortal."

All of a sudden, several husky voices hooted and hollered. These voices sounded familiar to Chen Mo. Looking over, three men dressed in red robes stood up simultaneously several tables away.

As expected, they were the Three Sons of Red Truth.

"Your Servant gave the wine to this Fellow. If you three want to drink it, perhaps this Fellow would be willing to hand you that cup of his." The woman acted natural and unrestrained.

Chen Mo's brow slightly wrinkled.

When the Three Sons heard this, they stared and sneered.

"What are you called, something Mo?"

"Since this girl spoke, why not give us your cup? When the time comes to fight for the Qilin Cub, we can avoid meeting you."

"You have to thank her for her kindness."

When the three men finished speaking, one of them lunged for the wine bottle.

Chen Mo's hand gently smacked the table. Surging magic energy shook away the offending hand. 

"You are bothering my meal with this girl." Chen Mo calmly said.

The Three Sons' expressions changed.

"You, an Earthly Immortal, actually dares to be so arrogant."

"Don't think you can actually be the Qilin Cub just because you captured a Qilin Claw. You're not good enough." The man was infuriated. He rached out and used "Great Flame Capture." His hand seemed to become an inferno, summoning a stifling foehn wind. The entire table suddenly ignited.

Just at this moment, an odd change occurred.

The burning table was extinguished by a tremendous force, and a cold voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Who dares to cause trouble in Lady Chamberlain's restaurant, death to the offenders!"

The Three Sons shuddered, and their power abated.

An old man appeared above the pavilion, coldly looking down at the hall. This old man surprisingly had Lord Of Heaven Realm, making everyone astonished. The old man was instantly above the hall. He looked at the Three Sons of Red Truth, Chen Mo, then to the green-clothed girl. His gaze was taken aback, and then he said in a low voice: "Your Servant is the shopkeeper of this restaurant. This is a place to eat and rest. To whoever causes trouble, do not blame This Old Man for ruining everyone's appetite."

"We do not dare, not at all."

"We are merely joking with this Fellow."

The Three Sons immediately put on insincere smiles. Before a Lord Of Heaven, they did not dare be too bold.

The old man smirked: "I see that you three are full. Leave." Saying this, a pressure enclosed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo paid this no attention and rank the Wanshou Good Fortune. "This Senior is right. Eating is eating. Don't ruin other people's appetites."

The Three Sons could not bear the Lord Of Heaven's imposing stare. Their faces paled, and they fled the restaurant with their tails between their legs.

The old man narrowed his eyes. Then, he retracted his aura and cupped his fist.

"This Qilin Shed-skin was made by This Old Man. Your Distinguished Self, was it to your liking?"²

"So this turned out to Senior's masterpiece. My humblest apologies, truly, even the most exotic delicacies are nothing special compared to it." Chen Mo respectfully said.

The old man faintly smiled, "In that case, Fellow, please take your time to enjoy it." Before leaving, the old man also cupped his fist towards the very indifferent green-clothed girl.

"Your Distinguished Self truly is bold, to not quake in front of a Lord Of Heaven."

"Compared to you, girl, I am very lacking." Chen Mo already noticed that not only did she not quiver, she was even a bit disdainful towards cultivators.

The woman smiled. "Your Servant is only a Star General."

As expected.

"Your Servant is Mo Chen, a Scattered Cultivator." Chen Mo stared into the woman's eyes.

"Your Servant is Qingyi.³ As for my Star Name, Your Distinguished Self is better off not knowing."

The woman sipped her wine and faintly grinned.

1. The real Zhao Chongguo was an advocate of having soldiers farm on whatever land they were stationed at, especially those on the frontier. ↩
2. Well, don't mess with the chef, I guess. ↩
3. 卿衣 ↩

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