It was this punishment from my master?
Li Qingran was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses.
She quickly nodded, her face turning red. “Qingran is willing, but… does Master only punish me like this? Won’t Master be afraid that I will repeat the mistake in the future?”
A voice of scolding laughter echoed from the void. [You dare!]
Li Qingran shrank her head; at least for now, she didn’t dare.
It was the first time her master had spoken to her so sternly, which startled her.
[I have to fight that great demon tomorrow and need to conserve my energy, so I won’t disturb you.]
With those words, the attention gradually dissipated.
Li Qingran knew her master had left.
She sat on the chair with her chin resting on her hands for a while, then turned around to tidy up the clothes given by her master.
“These clothes were made by Master?”
Looking at the neatly stitched, simple yet elegant dress in her hands, Li Qingran felt secretly surprised.
She never imagined her master had such skills.
But it made sense; where could Master buy clothes in that sub-space? Of course, she had to make them herself.
She put on one piece and found the size was perfect. She picked up the two undergarments, blushing as she tried them on, and found they fit perfectly too. It was easy to guess the size of outerwear based on height and body type, but undergarments were different—how did Master…
Could it be that Master had carefully observed her while she bathed, measuring everything with strong eyesight?
The scene involuntarily flashed through her mind.
Moreover, these clothes were sewn by Master’s own hands.
Not knowing would be fine, but now, she felt as if she could still feel the warmth of Master’s hands.
This feeling…
was very unsettling.
Li Qingran rubbed her legs, covered her burning cheeks, and flopped onto the bed, rolling around.
She curled up in the blanket like a caterpillar and rolled for quite a while until the embarrassment subsided slightly.
She hadn’t forgotten the punishment from her master.
Tonight, she would work overtime to make something for her master.
“Use old clothes to make something for Master…” Li Qingran bent down and pulled out a small box from under the bed. Inside were all the old clothes she had brought from Mount Wanshan, even some that were already torn.
Cultivators’ bodies, after being refined and purified, are crystal clear and free of any impurities.
Even if clothes are worn for a long time, they won’t develop odors due to sweat; sweat is no different from ordinary water.
So, clothes naturally don’t get dirty.
However, she had washed off bloodstains and mud left after battles.
“Sachets and storage bags are also things that are kept close to the body, so they should be made with the softest and best materials.”
Li Qingran muttered to herself as she unfolded the neatly folded clothes.
Her gaze finally fell on her own undergarment.
Undoubtedly, the material of this garment was the softest and finest, as it needed to be worn directly against the skin.
But…
Li Qingran held the undergarment, her face turning redder and her ears warmer.
Would using the material of this undergarment to make storage bags and sachets be inappropriate…
If her master discovered it, wouldn’t she be mortified?
“No, Master isn’t watching now. As long as I don’t say anything, he’ll never know.” Li Qingran steadied herself, took a deep breath, and gave her oxygen-deprived brain a momentary respite.
Master had given her so much, so what she gave to Master must be the best.
When Master helped her, he never hesitated. When she could help Master, she shouldn’t be shy.
“I’ve decided, I’ll use this fabric!”
…
“The cultivators at the Convergence Realm are indeed hard to kill.”
Chen Huai’an turned off his phone and continued to review the previous battle worth 300,000 credits.
Smiling Buddha seemed to have been cut into pieces, but he was probably still alive.
Because neither demon cultivator fragments nor righteous cultivator fragments had been received.
And it was also unreasonable that no equipment had dropped.
Or, righteous cultivators don’t drop fragments?
He was more inclined to think that Cold Chanxin wasn’t completely dead.
But even if he wasn’t completely dead, he must be seriously injured; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so scared when he was about to be killed.
For these cultivators, losing their cultivation and realm was more painful than cutting their flesh.
Cold Chanxin probably wouldn’t appear in the Cangyun Realm for some time.
“The next step is to see if Li Qingran will give me the sachet and storage bag she makes tomorrow.”
Chen Huai’an placed his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling light.
He had always doubted whether the world within the Companion Spirit Item was real.
If it wasn’t real, why were the details of Li Qingran refining elixir herbs for him so perfect?
She had done it just to give him a pill as a reward, was it necessary to be so detailed?
She could skip some core parts and directly give the reward.
But if it was a real world, he couldn’t touch it…
And his strength in that world was also inexplicable.
Thirty thousand might just be a cultivation experience card for the Convergence Realm, but it was still terrifying and felt out of place.
So, he conducted a small experiment.
Originally, his punishment wasn’t this.
He just wanted to see if he could really interact with the characters in the game.
If he couldn’t receive the sachet and storage bag made by Li Qingran tomorrow, or if the materials were brand new and not old clothes, then he wouldn’t have any illusions. This would basically confirm that the world in the game was fake, just a resource world created for him.
Without him, this world would cease to exist.
“How tense…”
Whether this world was real or fake,
whether he could successfully go to the Demon-Slaying Division to treat cancer tomorrow…
As Chen Huai’an thought, drowsiness overwhelmed him, and he gradually fell asleep.
On the windowsill, Ba Ji opened one eye and resumed his meditation posture.
Xiao Qing, who had stood upright in the basin all day, finally sank into the water to rest.
The night passed quietly.
The summer moon hung like a hook.
…
