Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo put his arm around Ye Meier's waist and strode out of the cabin.

Ye Meier, swaying with every step in her high heels, clung tightly to Lin Mo's arm, as if afraid of falling flat on her face.

The two followed the broken stairs all the way to the deck.

The blinding sunlight shone down.

Ye Meier subconsciously narrowed her eyes.

Outside the training ground.

Several thousand imperial guards stood ramrod straight with their backs to the spirit boat.

Zhao Wu sat on the ground picking his toes, while Li Dequan dozed off, clutching his whisk.

I heard footsteps.

Zhao Wu suddenly jumped up and turned around.

"Your Majesty! You've come out!"

Zhao Wu roared at the top of his lungs.

Several thousand imperial guards turned around in unison.

next second.

The entire drill ground was completely silent.

All eyes were fixed on Ye Meier, who was standing next to Lin Mo.

Gudong.

Someone swallowed a loud gulp.

Followed by.

Glug glug glug.

The sound of swallowing saliva filled the air.

Zhao Wu's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out of his head.

This woman's clothes... are so strange!

What's that black cloth on my legs? It's see-through!

Why is that skirt so short!

Why are those heels so thin!

That vixen!

This is absolutely a vixen who eats people without spitting out the bones!

Li Dequan dropped the whisk in his hand to the ground, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an ostrich egg.

"Master... this... who is this...?"

Li Dequan asked, stammering.

Lin Mo patted Ye Meier's waist.

"My newly acquired personal maid, Ye Meier."

"From now on, when you see her, treat her as if she were the Emperor himself, understand?"

Several thousand imperial guards knelt down in unison.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at Zhao Wu.

"Zhao Wu, take your men aboard and clean up the corpses on the deck."

"Furthermore, summon the Ministry of Works to dismantle and unload everything that needs to be dismantled from the spirit ship and transport it back for research."

"This humble general obeys the order!"

Zhao Wu loudly accepted the order.

Lin Mo, with Ye Meier in his arms, leaped off the deck with a light touch of his toes.

Ye Meier let out a gasp and clung tightly to Lin Mo's neck.

The two landed steadily on the training ground.

Lin Mo turned to look at Li Dequan.

"Prepare the carriage and return to the palace."

Li Dequan quickly picked up the whisk and opened his mouth in a hoarse voice.

"Let's depart—back to the palace!"

Lin Mo strode forward.

Night Enchantress, wearing 12-centimeter high heels, jogged behind her, her ankles twisting like pretzels.

"Master...please slow down...I can't keep up..."

Lin Mo stopped and turned around.

Looking at Ye Meier's pitiful appearance, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He bent down and hoisted Ye Meier onto his shoulder.

"what!"

Night Enchantress gasped in surprise and flailed her arms wildly.

Snapped!

Lin Mo slapped the tight bodycon skirt.

"Don't move around, I won't be responsible if you fall."

……

The doors of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were slowly pushed open.

Lin Mo stepped across the threshold, followed by Ye Meier.

She finally got used to those ridiculously high heels.

But the high threshold still tripped her up unexpectedly.

Ye Meier twisted her ankle, lost her balance, and fell towards Lin Mo.

crunch--

The doors of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were slowly pushed open.

Lin Mo stepped over the high threshold, followed by Ye Meier.

boom.

He turned to the side and put Ye Meier down from his shoulder.

Click.

The twelve-centimeter stiletto heel struck the gold brick with a crisp sound.

But then came a soft cry.

"oops!"

Ye Meier twisted her ankle and, in a panic, grabbed Lin Mo's waist.

"Master, you're hurting me."

Ye Meier gave Lin Mo a reproachful look.

Just as Lin Mo was about to speak, he saw five pairs of eyes staring at him from inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The five distinct fluctuations of spiritual energy simultaneously ceased.

pat.

Xia Ruoling dropped the osmanthus cake from her mouth onto the ground.

"Your Majesty! How could you have brought back a woman dressed like that!"

She jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to Lin Mo, and pointed at Ye Meier.

Ye Meier sized up Xia Ruoling.

Qi Refining Level 7.

Ants.

She snuggled closer to Lin Mo, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Master, who is this little girl? She looks fierce, Mei'er is so scared."

The green tea flavor is overwhelming.

Xia Ruoling Hongwen.

"Who's your sister! You vixen, what are you dressed like?! It's indecent!"

Xia Ruoling drew the long sword from her waist.

The Clear Sword Heart circulated, and sword energy surged within the hall.

Mu Wanrong stood up, her purple palace dress trailing on the ground, and adopted the air of the Empress Dowager of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, this is the most important place in the inner palace. How can you bring in a woman who is barely clothed and dressed in such strange attire?"

Mu Wanrong stared at Ye Meier's firm and slender legs.

A sense of crisis arose in my heart.

A strong sense of crisis.

She always prided herself on her alluring charm and seductive nature, and no one in the harem could match her in terms of charm.

But the woman in front of me exudes a seductive charm to the core.

A natural beauty.

Xia Qinghan was more direct.

The Mystic Ice Saint Body erupted.

The temperature in the main hall dropped sharply, and a layer of white frost formed on the gold bricks.

"Shameless."

Lin Yun'er hid behind Mu Wanrong, biting her lip, her eyes reddening.

Xia Youyue's empty eyes turned to Ye Meier.

"She is not an ordinary person; she possesses a strong demonic aura."

Five women, each with an exceptional physique, united against a common enemy.

Ye Meier sneered inwardly.

Five useless Qi Refining stage cultivators dare to draw their swords and spears against this Holy Maiden?

If it weren't for this damned Soul-Binding Lock, I, the Holy Maiden, could crush you all with a single finger.

Ye Meier deliberately puffed out her chest, the buttons of her white shirt taut.

"Master, your harem is quite lively. It seems that none of the sisters are very welcoming to Mei'er."

Ye Meier drew circles on Lin Mo's chest with her fingers.

Lin Mo grabbed her misbehaving hand.

"Alright, stop with your seductive tricks."

Lin Mo walked to the center of the main hall.

"Put your swords away."

Xia Ruoling pouted and threw the sword on the ground.

"His Majesty is biased! He's forgotten his old love once he found a new one!"

Xia Qinghan dispelled the ice sword and turned her head away from him.

Lin Mo pointed at Ye Meier.

"Let me formally introduce you, Ye Meier, my newly acquired personal maid."

The five women were stunned.

maid?

Mu Wanrong frowned.

"Your Majesty, there are plenty of palace maids in the palace, why bother finding one..."

"She's no ordinary person."

Lin Mo interrupted.

He walked to the table and picked up a teacup.

"She is the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan from the Upper Realm."

Clang.

Xia Ruoling just picked up the sword, but it fell to the ground again.

Mu Wanrong took half a step back.

Xia Qinghan turned her head abruptly.

Demon Saintess?

Night Enchantress raised her chin.

"Peak Golden Core cultivation level."

Lin Mo took a sip of tea.

The hall fell silent once more.

Peak of the Golden Core stage!

Lin Mo had just explained the cultivation realms to them last night.

Above Qi Refining is Foundation Establishment, and above Foundation Establishment is Golden Core.

At the Golden Core stage, one's lifespan is eight hundred years; even if the physical body is destroyed, one can still possess another body and be reborn.

In the eyes of these newbies who have just entered the Qi Refining stage, the Golden Core stage is like a living god.

Now, a living deity stands here, dressed in strange clothes.

To be Lin Mo's maid?

Xia Ruoling swallowed.

"Your Majesty...you're not joking, are you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Lin Mo put down his teacup.

Ye Meier's lips curled up in a smile.

Are you scared?

Tremble, you ants!

"However, her cultivation level has dropped a bit, and I have placed a Soul Binding Lock on her, so her life or death is entirely in my hands."

Lin Mo raised his hand.

Dark golden chaotic essence danced at his fingertips.

The black collar around Ye Meier's neck suddenly tightened.

"Well!"

Ye Meier's legs went weak, and she knelt directly on the ground.

He covered his neck with both hands and gasped for breath.

The newly established image of a saintess has been shattered into pieces.