Immortal Father
Chapter 185 - 185 74 Bedroom Observations_2

185: Chapter 74 Bedroom Observations_2 185: Chapter 74 Bedroom Observations_2 “Which couple of cultivators stays apart for so long without seeing each other?

We’re not Immortals who seclude themselves for ages—typically half a month, maybe two, before they can no longer enter meditation.”

“Priestess Ningning’s appearance is too enchanting, she shouldn’t be so fortunate.”

“Then why did Disciple Ping’an come over today?”

“That is unknown.

Perhaps he’s gotten familiar with a senior sister with better aptitude, but this is also uncertain.”

True Immortal Qingxu stopped casting her spell, a smile at the corner of her mouth mostly resigned.

Li Ping’an smiled bitterly, deep in thought…

Even in the world of cultivation, why is there so much pettiness?

Each and every one of them has yet to pass the test of emotional cultivation; aren’t they afraid of getting stuck at their bottlenecks?

Qingxu said, “Ningning hasn’t come out for a walk for over half a year now.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Uncle-Master,” Li Ping’an said in a low voice, “Could you please dispel the Immortal art?

We’ll just fly over this tea house.”

“Hmm?”

True Immortal Qingxu smiled with narrowed eyes and rode the clouds with Li Ping’an, gliding over the tea house.

Li Ping’an asked loudly, “Uncle-Master, has Ningning been diligent in her cultivation recently?”

Qingxu replied, “Naturally, she has been diligent.”

“That’s good.”

Li Ping’an said with a smile:

“What I fear the most now is her being lazy and neglecting her cultivation every day.

Uncle-Master, I won’t lie, I am pondering over how to refine an Immortal Treasure.

The first Immortal Treasure I refine, I naturally wish to give it to a real fairy as it would be more meaningful.”

True Immortal Qingxu smiled with pleasure, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Li Ping’an stood tall and proud, his left hand resting behind him, his right hand at his abdomen, the Dao Charm of the mid-Merge True phase swirling around him, drifting slowly over the heads of several female disciples.

Soon after he and Qingxu flew over, the figures in the tea house disappeared.

Li Ping’an shook his head to himself.

It was a good thing he didn’t cultivate on Caiyun Peak.

Otherwise, what he would be cultivating was not courtesy and worldly wisdom, but rather ‘The Palace Heart Strategy – the Cultivation Special Edition’!

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the loft where Qingxu and her disciple lived.

True Immortal Qingxu was naturally considerate.

After bringing Li Ping’an to the courtyard, she went up to the second floor to her own room to cultivate.

She not only used Immortal power to seal off her corner with a barrier, but also thoughtfully…

disabled the formations around Ningning Mu’s chamber.

Ningning Mu was meditating on the bed.

As Li Ping’an’s Spiritual Sense swept over, his Dao heart rippled slightly.

The adornment in Ningning Mu’s room was very simple.

A bed with white gauze canopies, a desk in the corner, a wardrobe and a dressing table against the wall, a bath tub hidden behind a screen fashioned from magic treasures, and further embellished with two pots of Spirit Grass flowers, all these constituted Miss Mu’s boudoir.

On the desk, there were a few Jade Talismans that Li Ping’an recognized; they contained the cultivation insights he had given to Ningning.

When looking at the bed, Li Ping’an felt a little embarrassed.

Just as he had worried before…

The female disciples of Caiyun Peak wore rather light clothing when hiding in their rooms to cultivate.

Ningning was no exception.

The light and white, semi-transparent inner garment and wide-legged pants were made from loose and comfortable fabric, with only the bottom button of the inner garment fastened, revealing most of the orchid-embroidered undershirt.

Her casually tied-up hair was coiled behind her head, the slender neck and the delicate figure outlined the most beautiful vibrancy of a woman.

Li Ping’an wondered if it was just his perception, but he felt that Ningning’s face seemed slightly thinner.

Although her skin was still as smooth and radiant as jade, the expression on her face still carried a hint of gloom.

“Alas…”

Ningning Mu, who had been in deep meditation, sighed and opened her eyes.

She did not notice that her master had disabled the room’s formation, and so she stared blankly ahead at the desk, first puffing her cheeks then sniffling.

She stretched her hand toward the pillow and grabbed a palm-sized puppet.

“Stinky Senior Brother, you haven’t come to see me for so long!”

“Alas, Master doesn’t allow me to go to you, saying she wants to see what your intentions truly are.”

“I can’t even explain it to Master; you use the twelve hours of the day as if they were twenty—cultivating, refining artifacts, pondering those strange and peculiar things, and occasionally blowing up your own Primordial Soul to sleep for half a day.

How could you have the time to come see me?”

“Hmm…

Are you really that busy?

Tell me!

Have you taken a fancy to some fairy?”

Ningning ‘fiercely’ grasped the puppet’s neck, showing her small canines with a huff:

“You haven’t come to see me for so long!

We might as well never meet again!”

Then, she sighed dejectedly, hugged the puppet close, and lay down next to the pillow.

Her slender body naturally stretched out, her jade feet swaying slightly at the edge of the bed, her fingers tapping on the puppet’s cheek.

“Maybe I should go find you.

You also said you would accompany me to visit my parents—I miss home a bit now.”

“But Master doesn’t allow me to go there…

Master is also doing it for my own good, it can’t always be me looking for you, and you never come to find me.

If not, others might think I am throwing myself at you.”

“Ha!”

Li Ping’an really couldn’t help it; he laughed out loud in the courtyard.

Ningning was taken aback and jumped up from the bed like the wind, rushing to the window to peer out at the courtyard.

“Teacher!”

Her voice stopped abruptly as she looked down at her attire and the puppet in her hands, quickly hiding the puppet behind her.

“Wait for me, I’ll change my clothes!”

Bang!

The window was forcefully shut.

Before Ningning’s room formation rose again, Li Ping’an faintly heard a cry from within the thin covers.

“Master, you’ve tricked me!

I’m so embarrassed!”

Li Ping’an blinked, his mind flashing back to the stunning scene of her at the window.

He hesitated briefly, not erasing such an image from his mind, but instead cherishing it carefully.

…

A moment later, Ningning Mu, dressed in a light blue disciple robe, was sitting in the courtyard having tea with Li Ping’an.

Even though she was in her own house, her posture was somewhat restrained, maintaining a posture of chest out and head high at all times, and she didn’t dare to look at Li Ping’an while pouring tea.