Isn’t It Simple? I’ll Just Break Through Nascent Soul.

Qin Ximo kissed her with great force.

She even accidentally broke the skin of Cao Xueyan’s lips.

Thin threads of blood seeped out.

But after tasting that sweet metallic flavor, Qin Ximo only grew more intense.

Her soft tongue swept away the blood, savoring it as though it were a treasure, only swallowing after she was completely satisfied.

As the weaker one, Cao Xueyan had no ability to resist.

Rather, she had long grown accustomed to this slightly rough kind of intimacy.

For that, she should really “thank” her master, Xiao Menglan.

Being on top instead of lying beneath… seemed like a scene only possible in dreams now.

Sometimes she wondered why all the women she met were stronger than her.

Did the simulator only choose dominant older-sister types as love interests?

Though… this was exactly her type.

Being held by a big sister was indeed very comfortable.

But once the other person reached out a hand wanting to “play buttons,” everything became different.

Fortunately, right now, Qin Ximo was too occupied with kissing to touch any other part of her.

It was as if the pair of lips she held were the most beautiful thing in the world.

No one knew how much time passed.

Eventually, Cao Xueyan’s entire body went limp.

Like a silk scarf about to unravel, every part of her felt weak, unable to exert the slightest strength.

Only then did Qin Ximo finally “stop,” looking at the girl with tenderness and affection.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Qin Ximo murmured.

Cao Xueyan huffed lightly.

Qin Ximo was still talking about extending their fate for a thousand or ten thousand years.

But a Golden Core cultivator’s lifespan didn’t even reach a thousand years.

Wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?

“It’s simple. I’ll just break through to Nascent Soul.”

With that one sentence, Qin Ximo instantly changed from the sweet, domineering lover of moments ago, back into the confident, free-spirited sword immortal.

She looked like an unsheathed sword, radiant and unstoppable.

Yet, despite this blade-like aura, she placed her softest “hilt” into Cao Xueyan’s hands.

For a moment, Cao Xueyan was stunned by her presence, unable to speak.

Only after a long moment did she finally recover, cross her arms, and say:

“In that case, go cultivate already!”

“As you command.”

Qin Ximo put away the stone slabs she had left at her side.

Then she stepped forward, lifting Cao Xueyan’s weightless body into her arms in a princess carry, smiling brightly.

“Wife~.”

Cao Xueyan instantly turned beet red, struggling in her arms.

“Wh-who’s your wife?!

Let me say this first—whatever we’ve done before… at most counts as a fleeting romance!

Not real!

Not formally married!

I’m not your w-wife!”

Qin Ximo didn’t mind in the slightest.

“How can ordinary customs restrain us?

Besides… who said you’re not married?”

She placed Cao Xueyan’s cheek against her chest and said softly:

“Haven’t you already walked back and forth across my heart several times?”

Heat and embarrassment rushed through Cao Xueyan.

But at the same time, a chill crawled up her spine.

Qin Ximo, who used to be aloof and only occasionally drank wine, was truly baffling.

Still hiding her face against Qin Ximo’s chest, Cao Xueyan was carried out of the stone chamber.

The scene changed around them, and they found themselves inside a small side room.

It seemed to have been a residence for disciples of the former Daoist temple.

A bed, blankets, tables, chairs, tea set — everything was intact.

A delicate incense burner stood nearby.

Qin Ximo placed her on the bed.

Unlike the stone chamber, the objects here seemed protected by some invisible rule.

They had not decayed or gathered dust.

Everything remained fresh as new.

The bedding was incredibly soft, like falling into a cloud.

“I must enter seclusion. I can’t take you with me.”

She said,

“So you will stay here for now.

You still have fasting pills, right?

With your level — still in the Qi-Refining stage — you cannot go without them.”

Cao Xueyan nodded.

She had enough fasting pills stored.

For her, each simulation had limited days, and fewer than twenty remained now.

She glanced at her panel — eighteen simulations left.

Meaning she had eighteen days.

Would that be enough for Qin Ximo to break through to Nascent Soul?

She didn’t know much about the realm, but she knew this stage had trapped Qin Ximo — someone called an unprecedented prodigy — for hundreds of years.

A breakthrough couldn’t possibly happen overnight.

She didn’t expect much.

But the purpose of this real simulation was already achieved.

Lu Qianyun had failed.

Qin Ximo was safe.

And they had found a technique capable of surpassing the Golden Core realm.

Nothing could be better.

Even if she quit the simulation now, it likely wouldn’t affect the future much.

“Shen Yuemian” simply wasn’t strong enough.

In the cultivation world, strength ruled.

A Qi-Refining nobody couldn’t change anything significant.

What could a Qi-Refining cultivator possibly do?

Start a demon war?

Ridiculous.

Thinking about it almost made her laugh.

Since entering this cave heaven, she hadn’t rested properly.

This room wasn’t bad.

Although inferior to her master’s boudoir, this Daoist temple had no luxurious decorations anywhere.

Understandable — immortals didn’t care for worldly possessions.

“I’ll enter seclusion. Take good care of yourself.”

Qin Ximo warned,

“Although all Hehuan Sect disciples are gone, and Lu Qianyun is sealed, this place is strange.

There may be hidden dangers.

Stay inside this room.

Don’t wander.”

“Also—”

She paused before continuing:

“If you see tribulation clouds gathering in the sky, leave immediately.

Run as far as you can.

The Nascent Soul heavenly tribulation is no small matter.

Wind, fire, and thunder — even brushing against it will turn you to ashes.

Understand?”

“I understand,” Cao Xueyan nodded.

“Take these talismans.”

Qin Ximo pulled out a thick stack of soul-sealing talismans — the same ones she used to restrain Lu Qianyun.

“They’re already infused with my spiritual power.

Every two or three days, go to that demon woman and seal her again.”

Cao Xueyan took the stack — two fingers thick.

If she used them all on Lu Qianyun, the woman would remain immobilized for half a year.

These were all the talismans Qin Ximo carried.

Her junior sister was a third-grade talisman master, but talismans of this level couldn’t be mass-produced.

These were hundreds of years of accumulated stock from Shen Menglan.

They were valuable enough to buy a small or medium sect outside.

Qin Ximo also left various life-saving artifacts and other talismans.

Truly fitting for a sect master — even her personal belongings were astonishing.

Cao Xueyan was overwhelmed.

“Too much, too much,” she waved.

“I can’t use so many!”

“That’s true. Your body is still only Qi-Refining.”

Qin Ximo finally stopped her extravagant gifting, retracting a few items.

Then she gazed at Cao Xueyan gently.

“In that case, I’ll go now.”

Seeing her about to leave, Cao Xueyan hesitated, then called out softly.

She fidgeted before saying:

“My inheritance memory said… the one who takes the body of a Qingqiu fox girl will carry the clan’s natural auspicious fortune and be blessed by Heaven.”

“You mean…”

“I mean—since all the good luck I should have had in life went to you, if your seclusion fails this time, wouldn’t that be too unreasonable?”

Cao Xueyan blurted, blushing deeply.

Qin Ximo smiled faintly.

“When next you see me, I will certainly be a Nascent Soul Dao Lord.

I, Ximo, will not disappoint your expectations.”