“Senior Sister, look!” Tang Muxi turned around, holding up the small garment.
She found the traditional robe cumbersome, so she simply decided to wear a fitted undergarment instead. A pair of shorts and a small top, both plain white, were adorned with exquisite red plum blossoms, adding a touch of elegance reminiscent of a winter snow scene.
During the crafting of the robe, silk and cold spring water were incorporated, making it smooth and cool against the skin, providing great comfort. She had intentionally set up a formation on the robe; although it was worn underneath, it would still act like protective spiritual energy on the surface.
This undergarment was a trial run, tailored entirely to her own measurements. If the results were satisfactory, she would ask for Senior Sister’s measurements to make her a set as well.
Tang Muxi was somewhat oblivious; seeing Jiang Yin would make her cheeks flush, and occasionally, she would embarrassingly feel a rush of blood. But when it came to herself, it was as if she completely forgot about it.
Now, wearing only a pair of shorts and nothing on top, she turned, revealing everything. Her arms were slender like lotus roots, and her rounded fingertips held the small garment. She raised it not too high, just enough to cover her chest, but the short undergarment couldn’t fully conceal her, leaving the soft curve of her chest exposed.
Tang Muxi was indeed thin; with her straightened back, the slight protrusion of her ribcage was visible, her flat abdomen and delicate waist accentuating her figure.
For a moment, Jiang Yin was utterly flustered, unsure where to look at Tang Muxi. Her ears grew increasingly warm, and she raised her hand to discreetly pinch herself, trying to maintain composure while her heart raced. She asked softly, “What are you doing with that?” They had shared a bed many times, but today felt different.
The warm light illuminated the room gently, and her heart was in turmoil, making everything feel ambiguous.
“It’s the robe, I just finished crafting it today.” Tang Muxi smiled proudly, revealing her white teeth as she pointed to the red plum blossoms, “Look, I embroidered this. Is it pretty?” Although her technique was somewhat inexperienced and the blossoms were a bit misshapen, it was clear she had put in a lot of effort.
Jiang Yin quickly glanced without looking directly, then nodded, “Mm.”
Satisfied with the compliment, Tang Muxi set the small garment down and began to put it on.
Her movements were natural, without a hint of awkwardness.
Yet, it was enough to completely shatter Jiang Yin’s defenses. Even though she quickly turned away, there was a moment when she caught a glimpse of Tang Muxi in full view.
Jiang Yin’s mind buzzed incessantly, a jumble of chaotic thoughts flooding in. Her heart raced, feeling a mix of emotions.
It didn’t hurt, just felt unusually difficult to endure, much like the last time she bit her lip.
The unknown emotions left Jiang Yin at a loss, and in the end, she fled as if escaping: “I need to get some fresh air.”
“Ah? Wait, I still want Senior Sister to see the robe…” Before Tang Muxi could finish her sentence, the sound of a door closing echoed from the other side of the screen.
With a slight frown, she pressed her lips together, feeling somewhat unhappy.
The sky outside had completely darkened, and the surroundings were silent.
Autumn had arrived, and even the sound of cicadas in the mountains had vanished. A cold wind whipped against her face, chilly and somewhat dry, which was uncomfortable, but it worked well. Before long, Jiang Yin’s ears began to warm up, and even her heartbeat gradually calmed under the vast expanse of the starry sky.
She looked up at the bright silver moon, her hand resting lightly on her chest, revealing a look of confusion for the first time.
After measuring Jiang Yin’s size, Tang Muxi prepared to forge the second set of robes.
Her forging skills had a foundation, allowing her to create high-quality robes of the Xuan rank right from the start. In the ethereal void, there seemed to be some scattered insights, but that was about it; the gap between the Xuan rank and the Di rank was like a towering mountain, impossible to cross.
With prior experience, the second set of robes was crafted faster than the first, taking only half a day to take shape.
Tang Muxi made a design identical to her own, only changing the position of the red plum blossoms that adorned it. One on the left and one on the right, perfectly symmetrical.
However, when she presented it to Jiang Yin, the latter did not react with the joy Tang Muxi had imagined.
“Why is it the same?” Jiang Yin pinched the red plum blossom on top, unconsciously recalling the scene from yesterday.
“It’s good that it’s the same; that way everyone will know Senior Sister belongs to me, and no one will try to take her away.” Tang Muxi said with a smile, placing her hand on her chest.
Her plum blossom was on the right, and Jiang Yin’s was on the left, perfectly aligned with the position of their hearts.
Jiang Yin noticed this as well, feeling a warmth in her heart, but her expression remained calm and indifferent: “How can an undergarment be shown to others?” Tang Muxi thought for a moment and realized the truth in that statement, her eyes twinkling as she corrected herself: “Then let’s not show it to anyone else, just let Senior Sister see.”
Jiang Yin looked at her deeply, unable to discern the true meaning behind those words.
It had been like this lately, her heart in a state of turmoil, often feeling at a loss, and occasionally experiencing strange desires.
There was a bit of impulsiveness, a desire to do something, yet she found herself at a loss for how to begin.
Jiang Yin couldn’t help but mock herself; it turned out that Tang Muxi had become so important to her. Just standing there was enough to unsettle her mind.
If it weren’t for having seen her sacrifice herself to save others a few times, one might almost think she was intentionally tormenting herself.
Jiang Yin sighed inwardly and carefully accepted the undergarment.
Tang Muxi asked, “Aren’t you going to wear it?”
“Now?” Jiang Yin was taken aback.
Noticing the awkwardness, Tang Muxi awkwardly scratched her nose and said, “I was just worried it might not fit.”
“I’ll change in the evening.”
It was still afternoon, and Jiang Yin had just returned from the dangerous area. Seeing the small islands surrounding the main island, a thought suddenly crossed her mind.
“Are all these sub-islands going to be turned into medicinal gardens?” Tang Muxi shook her head, “Only the Heavenly Island is planned for that; I haven’t figured out how to use the others yet.”
Jiang Yin’s mind stirred, “Can I borrow one?” She wanted to use one of the islands to house the demonic cultivators who were about to undergo corpse transformation, moving them out of the Ethereal Mountain Range.
Cultivating the drought corpse was not a short-term plan; it required a significant amount of time. Keeping them in the Ethereal Mountain Range was inconvenient, but moving them to a sub-island would allow for more freedom.
The sub-islands were self-contained, and even if they turned into a place of evil, it wouldn’t affect the other islands. There couldn’t be a better condition than this.
“Of course you can.” Tang Muxi agreed without hesitation but looked a bit puzzled, “What does Senior Sister want to use it for?”
It was naturally difficult to hide this matter from Tang Muxi, so Jiang Yin decided to take her to the dangerous area for a firsthand explanation.
As she expected, Tang Muxi was startled by the blood and flesh scattered all over the ground.
“If you change your mind, just let me know, and I’ll think of another way.” Jiang Yin offered a considerate compromise.
She thought Tang Muxi would back out, but to her surprise, despite her pale face, she still asked, “Can this place help Senior Sister cultivate?”
“It can.”
Cultivating the drought corpse would turn the land into a place of evil, filled with yin energy and ghosts. For Jiang Yin, it would indeed be a way to cultivate, and the speed would be much faster than absorbing essence and moonlight.
Seeing her certainty, Tang Muxi swallowed hard, closed her eyes to think deeply, and after a while, nodded, “As long as there’s no danger, Senior Sister can go ahead.”
In the cultivation world, strength was paramount. Senior Sister already held a divine artifact, and adding the drought corpse would be like adding wings to a tiger, making things safer in the future.
Moreover, Jiang Yin had been refining pills these days, but the process was quite slow. She didn’t say anything, but Tang Muxi could guess the reason.
The corpse cultivator’s residence had been destroyed, and relying solely on moonlight was not enough to break through to the Golden Core stage.
Tang Muxi didn’t want to hinder Senior Sister’s cultivation because of herself.
Her Senior Sister was a prodigy, meant to be high above, not like now, being hunted by the Demon Emperor and forced to hide away.
Jiang Yin didn’t expect her to say that, and she smiled as she ruffled her hair, “Don’t worry, you won’t get hurt.”
Heaven and earth, the universe in chaos. There were a total of eight small islands, named from top to bottom. Among them, the deserted island was the farthest away, and its name suited her intentions perfectly.
So, Jiang Yin chose this island.
With the approval granted and a place to settle, all that was left was to take action.
“How does Senior Sister plan to move it?” If it were to be moved carelessly, it might damage the feng shui of the ominous land, so caution was necessary.
“It would be best to cut the entire piece of land.” After deep thought, Jiang Yin arrived at this conclusion.
By moving the grass, trees, and soil together, they could protect the ominous land to the greatest extent.
Tang Muxi also thought it was a good idea and asked, “How do we cut it?” However, before Jiang Yin could answer, she already had an idea.
Tang Muxi’s eyes lit up, “Senior Sister, if you don’t mind, let me help you!” “You?” Jiang Yin was surprised, but seeing her full of confidence, she smiled and agreed, “Alright.”
“Senior Sister, just watch!”
Tang Muxi rolled up her sleeves, flew around the area, and roughly determined the scope. Floating in the air, her thoughts shifted, and she suddenly said, “Island, come!” In the next moment, a massive island appeared beside her.
It was indeed the deserted island.
Tang Muxi smirked, reached down with her hand, and with a gentle grasp, the entire ominous land slowly began to rise.
There was no tremor, nor did the mountains shake; the entire process was incredibly quiet, as if what was being separated was not a large piece of land, but merely a mass of air.
Not even a trace of spiritual energy was present.
Jiang Yin was slightly stunned, feeling a bit incredulous.
A cultivator at the Transformation Stage could shake the heavens and earth, overturning a piece of land with a mere gesture. But that relied on immense spiritual energy, with a grand momentum that was hard to conceal.
Yet Tang Muxi was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and although she was close to the Golden Core stage, her cultivation was still low. It was hard to say if she could even move a slightly larger rock, let alone a piece of land.
But now, she was able to achieve this without relying on spiritual energy! Jiang Yin focused her senses and discovered that the true control over the land came from her will! It was her divine sense! The land was too vast, and imprinting its surface with divine sense was quite exhausting. After Tang Muxi successfully “grabbed” the ominous land, she immediately placed it on the deserted island.
The deserted island was somewhat barren, unable to shield her from the sunlight, so she made a few simple arrangements.
Once she finished, she took a deep breath, feeling exhausted, and noticed Jiang Yin looking at her. She smiled and said, “Senior Sister, am I impressive?” She had expended quite a bit of energy, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead. Jiang Yin helplessly took out a handkerchief and leaned over to wipe her forehead, saying, “Impressive, but is it the Star Shift Technique?” The only source she could think of was that.
Tang Muxi nodded proudly, “By drawing parallels, I thought of this application after studying it for a while. Senior Sister, would you like to learn it too? I think it’s quite useful.”
This time, Jiang Yin did not decline and showed considerable interest in that local-level technique.
