What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

This has left many female cultivators who specialize in bewitching, absorbing yang energy, and dual cultivation feeling utterly helpless. In the past, male cultivators would come knocking on their door with just a snap of their fingers, but now, even if they pounce on a male cultivator, he won't react at all.

Later, that extraordinary person went even further with his imagination, creating all sorts of visualizations, such as the steel visualization, the old woman visualization, and so on. The later visualizations were a bit too graphic, so let's not go into them.

In conclusion, this set of White Bone Visualization Diagrams can be called the most powerful abstinence artifact in all the heavens, causing many female cultivators who practiced the Joyful Union Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation to despair and wail, while enabling countless male cultivators to devote themselves to cultivation.

Seeing that Zhong Hui remained silent for a long time, Cang Xing asked softly again, "What's wrong? Is there something you're worried about?"

"No, thank you for your hospitality." Zhong Hui snapped out of his daze and smiled as he agreed.

He didn't intend to refuse her invitation. Firstly, she was probably a Golden Core cultivator, far stronger than him, and a direct confrontation would be unwise. Secondly, he was confident in his own character; as long as he remained steadfast and true to himself, all her schemes using her beauty as bait were destined to fail.

Cang Xing smiled upon hearing this, and took Zhong Hui's hand, saying gently, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Chapter 8 Moving into the Cangxing Family

Fangyuan City, Shengli Road, Yunhai Tianfu Villa District.

The night was as dark as ink, spreading out like a vast curtain, with the full moon hanging high in the sky and countless stars dotting the night.

After the two finished dinner, Zhong Hui leaned back on the sofa, idly flipping through channels with the remote control.

It's so boring. The TV channels are all the same, it's either ancient romance dramas or modern urban romance dramas. Even historical dramas can't escape romance. I can't find a single serious fantasy drama.

The world is going to the dogs; people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

Whether it was the original Earth or the world today, ordinary people are obsessed with romance soap operas. Cultivating immortality is what everyone should pursue!

In the end, he gave up on changing the channel and chose to watch an animated film about wolves catching sheep.

On the other side, Cangxing quickly tidied up the dishes on the table, turned around and went into the bedroom. A moment later, she came out with a set of pajamas and gently told Zhong Hui, who was watching cartoons, "I'm going to take a shower first. There are all kinds of fruits and drinks in the refrigerator, and snacks in the cabinet under the TV. Just make yourself at home and don't be shy."

After saying that, she took her pajamas and went into the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind her.

Are we finally going to start?

Zhong Hui's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool. He immediately turned off the boring television, sat cross-legged on the sofa, concentrated and began to absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding world and the moonlight falling from the night sky.

No matter how many schemes the opponent devises, I remain unmoved, using my cultivation to cope with all changes.

The system sensed the host's actions and had no choice but to cooperate, silently injecting a small portion of the "Seed of Lamentation" magic into the host's body.

Zhong Hui, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a power coursing through his body.

Such pure spiritual energy… He nodded in satisfaction and immediately activated the Daoist Scripture, a cultivation technique he had created in his previous life, to guide the spiritual energy into all parts of his body, and his cultivation level gradually improved at this moment.

[I really want to live a carefree life like the host...] The system made a self-deprecating remark while continuing to play along.

In the bathroom.

Cangxing slowly unbuttoned her JK uniform, her long, black hair cascading down her back and resting lightly on her fair, smooth shoulders. She gently lifted one slender leg, her fingertips deftly pulling down her white stockings inch by inch...

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After washing up, the bathroom became steamy.

Two blushes spread across Cangxing's face, like freshly picked apples, radiating a dewy, rosy glow. Her soft skin was still glistening with water droplets, making her skin appear even more like snow.

She picked up a towel and carefully wiped her body clean. After confirming that everything was alright, she changed into the loose-fitting azure bathrobe and went out.

"I've finished showering, Zhong Hui. Do you want to take a shower? There are shirts hanging on the balcony. We're about the same size, so you can pick one you like to wear."

After receiving no response for a long time, Cangxing went to the living room and immediately saw Zhong Hui sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. She was stunned and asked, "Uh... what are you doing?"

Zhong Hui slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. "On the path of cultivation, every second counts, and there is no room for relaxation. I have already missed the daytime training today, so I naturally cannot miss the nighttime training tonight."

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy."

Although Cangxing didn't understand a single word, she had the tragic story in her mind to support her, so no matter how strange or outrageous Zhong Hui's actions and words were, she would maintain a gentle and tolerant heart, and be understanding, tolerant and supportive like a caring older sister.

She didn't disturb his cultivation any further, waved her hand, and turned to return directly to her room.

Is this a feigned retreat to lull me into a false sense of security?

Zhong Hui understood everything perfectly and knew exactly what the other party was thinking. On the surface, he continued to meditate and cultivate with his eyes closed, but in his heart, a sense of vigilance had already risen.

In the room, Cangxing lay on the soft bed, quietly watching the year's most popular tragic drama, "Where Did My Parents Go?", on her phone.

"Waaaaah, this is so touching..."

……

The next morning.

Cangxing yawned lazily, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and slowly got out of bed.

She listlessly pushed open the door and walked aimlessly toward the living room.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw a familiar figure sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

It was Zhong Hui, the one she brought home last night.

Cangxing instantly became more alert and asked in surprise, "You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

Receiving no response, she stepped forward, reached out and gently pushed, causing the seated clock to fall to the side.

Will he die from overworking himself while studying all night?

"Zhong Hui? Zhong Hui!" Cang Xing's heart tightened.

At that moment, she noticed that Zhong was breathing evenly.

Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went back into the room, took a small blanket, and covered Zhong Hui with it.

Watching him sleep peacefully, twenty-year-old Cangxing felt a strange sensation in her heart.

"Ding dong~"

Just then, the doorbell of the villa rang.

"Who is it?"

Cangxing asked instinctively, then stepped forward and opened the door.

The moment she saw the person outside the door, her previously doting smile vanished, replaced by an undisguised look of disgust.

The person who came was a girl, wearing a blue shirt and a short skirt. She was petite and had a small oval face with round almond-shaped eyes. She looked both cute and well-behaved.

Cang Xing curled her lip and said impatiently, "Mu Yue, what are you doing here?"

The girl called Twilight, with a lollipop in her mouth, wasn't angry at Aoi's attitude. Instead, she said with a grin, "After the support mission in Benizakura City ended, you just disappeared. You didn't even attend the team meetings. Kyubey said you were kidnapped by a magical girl named Zhong Hui, so I came here to check on you."

"You are not welcome."

After saying that, Cangxing was about to close the door.

Mu Yue reached out to block him, and seeing Cang Xing pause, she revealed a smug smile, "I knew you wouldn't bear to hurt me. What happened back then was my fault, but you should know what kind of person I am, right? Besides, you were quite happy during that time."

"Go to hell."

With a loud bang, Cangxing showed no mercy and slammed the door shut.

"Why bother? We're on the same team, after all. Besides, didn't you like me a lot back then? I remember you were innocent and romantic, with a gentle personality."

Hearing the sounds coming from behind, Cang Xing was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She turned around and saw that Mu Yue had entered the room at some point, with a nostalgic look on her lovely face.

Hearing these words made Cangxing feel even worse. Although the two belonged to the same team and Muyue was her senior, Muyue's past actions were a thorn in her heart that she could not forget to this day.

Chapter 9 Nascent Soul Realm Experts!

That was the most unforgettable memory she had ever had since childhood.

During those difficult days, Cangxing suffered from insomnia night after night, and had to bear all the grievances and pain alone.

In the end, she even abandoned her duties as a magical girl, locked her heart away, and hid alone in a dark room, watching melodramas to kill time, living in a daze for months... and all of this was thanks to Muyue.

Recalling these unbearable past events, Cang Xing's anger burned even more fiercely. She glared at Mu Yue, who was brazenly looking around the room, and said, "Get out! This is my home! You are not welcome here!"

"This place... used to be my home too."

Mu Yue sighed, her gaze falling on Cang Xing, whose eyes were slightly red and whose face was full of stubbornness. She said wistfully, "After that incident, I regretted it every single moment. If I hadn't made that mistake, if I had been able to stay true to myself, we probably would have..."

"There are no 'ifs,' and it's absolutely impossible!"

Cangxing interrupted her without any politeness, saying, word by word, "You've never thought about changing. You've always been this kind of person. Even if you could go back to the past, you would still make the same choice."

"All right……"

Mu Yue shook her head with a wry smile and did not continue arguing.

After all, the fault lay with her in that incident, and any further explanations or apologies would seem pale and powerless.

Her gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure on the living room sofa.

The person was covered with a cotton quilt woven by Cangxing herself, and was quietly curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, with even breathing softly audible.

That Zhong Hui? Could it be that the two of them have already...?

Mu Yue's already heavy heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, a feeling of suffocation stuck in her throat, neither rising nor falling.

She gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure, and said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "I heard from Cupid that this clock is very beautiful? I'm really curious about just how beautiful it is that you couldn't resist taking it home."

Cangxing, who had intended to ask the guest to leave again, surprisingly fell silent this time.

Seeing her reaction, Muyue's anger turned to joy.

She was probably overthinking everything. Xingxing had never truly let go of herself; she had deliberately sent Qiubi to exaggerate the message, just to provoke her and make her jealous.

Over the years, she has never forgotten Cangxing, and has always longed to return to the close relationship they once had.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of her, Mu Yue couldn't wait to step forward and reach out to pull back the blanket covering the person.

This is a quilt that Xingxing knitted herself; only she can enjoy it.

She had made up her mind to get rid of this guy who was using her to provoke her, and to reconcile with Cangxing, just like when they first met.

The blanket was pulled back, revealing a slender figure.

The joy in Muyue's heart vanished in an instant, as if she had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of a valley, and she was frozen in place, unable to move.

Seeing Muyue like this, Cangxing felt a sense of revenge, an indescribable sense of satisfaction, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "How is it? Not bad looking, right?"

In contrast, Mu Yue finally came to her senses, shaking her head and repeatedly muttering, "Impossible...impossible...it's a man...how could you like a man..."

"Humph~"