The robe was finally completed, and when it emerged from the furnace, it shone with golden light.
Auspicious clouds enveloped it, and the light radiated in all directions, even more dazzling than when the Immortal Essence Pill was refined.
Tang Muxi closed her eyes in enjoyment, feeling the gentle yet majestic power flowing into her body, even causing her cultivation to rise slightly.
She couldn’t help but marvel in her heart. No wonder those powerful artifact refiners and alchemists had such profound cultivation. If she could bathe in golden light every day, she might not even need to cultivate to make continuous breakthroughs.
A huge golden pillar of light appeared above the alchemy room. Jiang Yin knew that Tang Muxi’s robe was finally completed and rushed over immediately.
“Congratulations.” She looked at the radiant girl in the golden light, a smile involuntarily forming on her lips.
In just a few months, Tang Muxi had consecutively broken through the Earth level in alchemy, artifact refining, and talisman crafting, which was truly astonishing. Even Jiang Yin, who prided herself on her exceptional talent, felt inferior.
Jiang Yin was originally a Demon Lord who revered the strong, and her affection for Tang Muxi only grew.
Tang Muxi snapped out of her reverie from the golden light and saw Jiang Yin already offering her congratulations before she could even show off. She felt incredibly happy, like tasting honey.
“Senior Sister, look, this robe took a lot of effort. It’s my most, most, most satisfying work to date,” Tang Muxi said, shaking the robe in her hand.
The robe was made of precious and beautiful cold jade silk, emitting a warm jade-like glow. It was adorned with several exquisite swan feathers, shining brilliantly in the sunlight. When she shook it, it looked as beautiful as a dazzling gem.
With the help of the Thousand Clothes Shuttle, the design was even more magnificent. One set was as red as winter plum blossoms, and the other as white as snow, together resembling a beautiful winter landscape.
Jiang Yin took the red one from Tang Muxi’s hand and saw a fist-sized heart-protecting scale embedded in the chest area. She couldn’t help but touch it twice.
“No need to go to such lengths next time.”
The heart-protecting scale had been refined, changing its shape and texture. It was no longer hard but rather soft, showing the considerable effort put into it.
Tang Muxi tilted her head slightly, not understanding her meaning. But seeing her focused eyes, she didn’t spoil the moment by asking further and simply said, “Do you like it?” Jiang Yin’s throat felt a bit warm, “I like it.”
This was the first time she had received such a solemn gift. Jiang Yin realized that after spending so much time with Tang Muxi, many of her firsts were given to her.
The first time sharing a bed, the first time holding hands, the first time having her emotions disturbed… and now, the first time saying she liked something.
Until today, she didn’t know she could have such tender feelings. If she were to return to her solitary state from her previous life, she might not be able to adapt.
Being high and mighty yet alone was becoming unbearable.
Tang Muxi couldn’t help but grin.
When others were happy, she was happy.
How could there be such a silly person in the world?
“Senior Sister, put it on quickly and see if it fits. If you wait any longer, I won’t make any more adjustments.”
“Now?” Jiang Yin frowned slightly. Seeing the urging in Tang Muxi’s eyes, she hesitated for a moment but still took off her current clothes and put on the new robe.
Her undergarments were still the ones Tang Muxi had personally made last time. Now, with her outer clothes removed, the red plum blossoms were revealed. Against her fair and delicate skin, her body looked even more beautiful, like snowflakes in winter, only visible to one person.
From inside to outside, everything was made by herself. Tang Muxi loved this feeling, as if even Senior Sister belonged to her.
Jiang Yin usually liked to wear red clothes, which not only looked beautiful but also carried an indescribable nobility and pride. Now, wearing the luxurious robe meticulously made by Tang Muxi, this nobility was even more pronounced, like an unattainable monarch. Every move exuded a blood-stained majesty, extremely aggressive.
Jiang Yin touched the robe on her body, turned around to examine it for a moment, frowned, but said nothing.
“How is it?” Although Tang Muxi had already given it full marks in her heart, she still needed to ask Senior Sister’s opinion.
“It’s a bit strange.” Although everything fit perfectly, it still felt unfamiliar.
Tang Muxi thought something might be wrong and asked, “Do you need any adjustments?” Jiang Yin hesitated for a moment but then shook her head.
“Then I’ll change into mine too.” Tang Muxi giggled and grabbed the white one to put on.
When Wen Fei came out of the Heavenly Island Medicine Garden, she happened to see the two Senior Sister and Junior Sister each changing into their clothes. One was pure white, the other was luxuriously elegant. She stood at a distance, silently observing for a moment, feeling a pang of jealousy.
No wonder they are Dao Companions, they truly match each other perfectly, as if made for each other by heaven.
The younger generation nowadays is so bold in love and hate, unlike her, who at several hundred years old, has never even had a hint of romance, let alone love.
Wen Fei suspected that she might actually be cultivating the Path of Emotionlessness, destined to be loveless for a lifetime.
“Ahem.” She couldn’t stand their lovey-dovey behavior any longer and deliberately coughed twice to interrupt them.
Tang Muxi turned around and saw her master approaching. She ran over, spun around in front of her, and asked with a beaming smile, “Master, what do you think?”
Top-grade Earth-tier.
Wen Fei found that her ability to accept things was quite good. After being surprised several times, she could now calmly handle Tang Muxi’s talent.
Not to mention top-grade Earth-tier, even if one day she crafted a Heaven-tier artifact, Wen Fei might also accept it calmly.
“Not bad, you’ve basically mastered the art of crafting. As for Heaven-tier, that’s a rare artifact that can’t be sought after. No matter how high your comprehension, it requires fate.”
When the time is right, it will naturally be crafted. If not, it will be in vain for a lifetime.
But Wen Fei had a premonition that her disciple might indeed have the fate for a Heaven-tier artifact.
Tang Muxi covered her mouth and secretly laughed. If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging up to the sky by now.
Wen Fei looked at her clothes, then at Jiang Yin’s, and couldn’t help but ask, “Is there none for your master?” She wanted one too.
Even if it wasn’t of such high quality, at least… at least give her one, right? There were only three people on the Immortal Island, and two of them had exquisite robes, but she had nothing.
In her life, apart from her elder sister and the Grand Elder, no one had ever given her a gift.
Tang Muxi had previously given her cultivation techniques and spirit paper, but those things were more like casual aid rather than heartfelt gifts.
Tang Muxi stiffened: “This… next time! Definitely next time!” All the Cold Jade Silk and Honghu Tail Feathers were used up. To make another set, they would have to wait until next time.
Wen Fei felt a moment of disappointment but didn’t insist, just nodded.
Tang Muxi always felt that her master’s expression was filled with loneliness and couldn’t help but change the subject: “By the way, Master, we found your niece. She should come to see you in a few days.”
Niece?
Wen Fei was stunned: “Mingyu? You found her?” Since she was injured, she hadn’t seen Mingyu for a long time. She only knew that the young girl was exceptionally talented, the most capable of the younger generation.
Wen Fei had guided her cultivation a lot in the past, but as the girl grew up, she clung to her less. Wen Fei also became busier, and they hadn’t seen each other for years.
Hearing her name again now felt a bit nostalgic.
Tang Muxi shook her head: “She found us and asked us to find you.”
Wen Fei understood: “How has she been lately? How is the Demon Realm?” Years ago, the Demon Realm was in chaos. The Demon Emperor Yin Sheng sent spies into the demon clan to steal the World-Saving Lamp. Although they failed, it caused a bloody storm in the demon clan.
Wen Fei was severely injured by the Demon Emperor, barely escaping with the Qiluo Green Lotus. Later, her Dao bones were destroyed by an unknown person, and she had been hiding in the Ethereal Mountain Range ever since, never venturing out.
Some time ago, the Demon Emperor wielded the Heavenly Demon Halberd and massacred the Tianji Sect. Overnight, this ancient sect was annihilated.
Wen Fei didn’t know what the Demon Emperor was plotting, and felt quite worried.
“She seems to be doing well, but she hasn’t mentioned anything about the Demon Realm. If Master is concerned, you should ask her yourself.”
Wen Fei nodded and kept this matter in mind.
Days passed by. After coming out of seclusion, Tang Muxi thought that the daily morning “training” had been tacitly canceled. Unexpectedly, the next day, Jiang Yin dragged her to the training ground for sparring again.
Fortunately, the intensity was much reduced compared to before.
Jiang Yin no longer engaged in simple and brutal “combat.” He would always explain and guide, gently offering suggestions and methods.
Gradually, Tang Muxi truly adapted. Her strength improved rapidly, and even though she rarely meditated to cultivate, her own cultivation level soared, quickly reaching the mid-stage of the Golden Core.
After the day the magic robe was completed, Tang Muxi suddenly found that the Illusion God had become unusually close to her. It no longer resolutely denied her, and would even occasionally fly to her side, rubbing against her.
Tang Muxi was overjoyed and tried several times to cast a spell to form a contract, but unfortunately, at the last moment, the Illusion God always hesitated.
Tang Muxi was puzzled and asked her master, but still got no answer.
Later, when she was changing her clothes, she finally understood that the Illusion God didn’t like her, but the clothes she was wearing.
As long as she took off the snow-white magic robe, the Illusion God would burrow into the clothes, the complex array on its body flashing as if searching for something.
This set of magic robes was made using cold jade silk, heart-protecting scales, and swan tail feathers.
When her master had not yet converted the protective array into talismans, these three items were often carried around, but the Illusion God did not show any closeness. Now that the magic artifact was completed, the Illusion God was eagerly searching on the robe… Suddenly, an absurd thought appeared in Tang Muxi’s mind.
Could it be that the Illusion God was looking for her blood?
If there was anything new added to the robe, it was only her blood.
Spiritual artifacts do not require blood to recognize their master and form a contract, but some demonic cultivators and ghost cultivators like to use blood to imprint spiritual contracts.
Perhaps, she should do the same.
Tang Muxi, driven by a strange impulse, cut her finger and let her blood drip onto the array at the center of the Illusion God.
In an instant, a blinding light engulfed her.
