CHAPTER 271: CHAPTER 152: ROAST CHICKEN

After Lu Jin’an went off to busy himself, Qiu Qingtang, feeling somewhat bored, wrapped her cloak around herself again and, together with Mu Qingyue, headed to the area where the Fox Clan had been arranged to view the learning content arranged by the Wandao Sect.

She could tell that there was some ’brainwashing’ hidden within the Wandao Sect’s learning content, but she didn’t mind.

After all, when the Fox Clan and the Wandao Sect formally began their learning exchange in the future, the Fox Clan would do the same—this was quite normal.

As the only Fox Demon studying in the Taichu Hall, one of the five halls of the Wandao Sect, Qiu Qingtang naturally didn’t need to learn elsewhere.

So, standing at the door, she looked with boredom at the conversations between the Fox Clan and the Wandao Sect disciples, then yawned.

’I really want to talk about something kinky.’

Qiu Qingtang turned her head to look at Mu Qingyue, who was standing outside.

With Lu Jin’an not around, Mu Qingyue became much quieter... aside from last night’s joy from interacting with ’Hehuang’, this was the first time Qiu Qingtang witnessed her reserved Sword Immortal side.

Mu Qingyue stood in the courtyard, silent like an iceberg, seemingly aware that the sect’s sword cultivators would consult her, she’d throw out a few sword qis of the Broken Realm Realm, then...

An aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

Looking at Mu Qingyue’s silver ponytail lightly fluttering, Qiu Qingtang chuckled softly: "Repressed."

Thinking about it, she took a few steps towards Mu Qingyue to pass the time.

Though Mu Qingyue wasn’t as knowledgeable as Young Master Lu, compared to those flirty Fox Clan members in her clan, she was much more understanding.

However, Qiu Qingtang hadn’t taken many steps when she noticed the already gloomy sky suddenly darken even more, showing signs of an impending storm.

She looked up and saw the gradually appearing brilliant Ziwei Beidou stars on the dusky firmament.

"Dao Palace Nine Stars..."

Qiu Qingtang naturally recognized the Human Clan’s path of Body Refinement and thus knew someone was breaking through to the Dao Palace. Over the years, the only one in the Human Clan who could break through to the Dao Palace Nine Stars was Lu Jin’an.

She glanced at Mu Qingyue, who was already rushing urgently towards Taichu Peak.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Qingtang also hurriedly chased after her.

As she neared Mu Qingyue, she suddenly noticed that Mu Qingyue was breathing heavily, as if... anxious?

Qiu Qingtang blinked; they were flying, so why would she be panting?

And there shouldn’t be a reason to be anxious, right?

Hadn’t Young Master Lu already established two Dao Palaces?

Moreover, with Master Pei present in the Taichu Hall, what danger could there be?

Curiously, Qiu Qingtang asked, "Are you worried about Young Master Lu?"

"No." Mu Qingyue opened her mouth, realizing her tone was a bit off, she cleared her throat and continued, "You don’t need to come."

Seeing the blush spreading across Mu Qingyue’s cheeks, Qiu Qingtang’s heart stirred.

For the Human Clan, the Nine Stars Body Tempering is an extremely dangerous process; a single mistake could result in being refined into ashes by the Extreme Yang Star Power of the Nine Stars.

But the Human Clan is very clever; to harness this Supreme Yang Power, which emerges from the forces of heaven and earth, they choose to lower the power of the Star Power through Yin-Yang balance, thereby successfully constructing the Dao Palace within their body.

No matter how exceptional Young Master Lu’s talent, he surely can’t withstand the Star Power, so he would also need the Extreme Yin Power to balance it.

Does the Taichu Hall have enough Extreme Yin Power?

Master Pei, dual cultivation...

As these thoughts surfaced, Qiu Qingtang’s pink eyes lit up... as expected, there’s much to learn at the Taichu Hall!

She secretly glanced at Mu Qingyue, slowed her pace, and nonchalantly said, "Indeed, my status is not suitable for observing the Nine Stars Body Tempering."

"Mm!" Mu Qingyue quickened her pace, successfully ascending the steps, and walked into Taichu Peak.

After waiting for a while, Qiu Qingtang also stealthily proceeded inside, then...

Bump!

She hit an invisible barrier.

Rubbing her cute nose, Qiu Qingtang widened her eyes and reached out to touch the invisible shield before her, pouting her cherry lips.

What happened to the promised exchange of learning?

I am eager to learn!

Qiu Qingtang patted the Barrier, her mind full of curiosity to see what ’practice’ looked like.

Especially...

’I want to see the imparting of teachings, and having heart-to-heart talks...’

Qiu Qingtang squatted down, wrapping one hand around her knees and using the other to poke at the tiles.

"I can only consult later."

Qiu Qingtang muttered in discontent; she had no confidence in breaking the array set by a Great Cultivator at the Divine Presence Realm.

Even if she had an Immortal Artifact, she wouldn’t dare... such an act would be tantamount to declaring war, and she’d never witness any practice again.

"Sigh."

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Sprinting into Huangyu Palace, Mu Qingyue hastily arrived at the palace, only to be confronted by a serious problem.

The Star Power of the Celestial Rotary Star filled the window of Huangyu Palace, and the vast, overwhelming Supreme Yang Power gave her, who was born with a body prone to cold, a reluctance to approach.

However... she couldn’t not ’look’!

Yet she didn’t want to stay far away from ’looking’, for being close brought a certain voyeuristic pleasure.

So she circled around, attempting to poke a hole in the wall, only to fail.

With a sigh of helplessness, Mu Qingyue resorted to directly using her Divine Sense to infiltrate the outer chamber of Huangyu Palace.

As soon as she ’saw’ the scene in the outer chamber, Mu Qingyue’s breath uncontrollably became erratic.

In her ’sight’, her ’mother’ who served as the Deputy Sect Master of the Wandao Sect was sitting...

No, she wasn’t sitting, it was more of a half-reclining position.

’Mother’ laid her upper body half-reclined against the back of a chair, lifting a graceful curve with the strength of her waist and abdomen, forming a pear-like arc floating in the air, gently trembling against the backdrop of torn black silk, irresistibly alluring.

And the most mouth-watering sight for Mu Qingyue was Pei Wanyu’s tightly drawn, supple muscular legs, round and slender, spread gracefully, lightly crossed behind her head.