Chapter 21: Chapter 21 Daily Life in Xi’an City Chapter 21: Chapter 21 Daily Life in Xi’an City That day, Xie Jiuniang entered closed-door cultivation.
She hadn’t practiced much on the road, her cultivation base still at the sixth level of Qi Cultivation, but it was a bit more solid than it had been three months before.
This ti, she didn’t use any Spirit-Gathering Pills for her practice.
Instead, she drank a mouthful of the Spiritual Liquid she had robbed from Song Baobao.
Spiritual Liquid is essentially spiritual energy that has condensed into a liquid form due to its richness.
It’s unclear exactly how it’s ford, but using Spiritual Liquid to enhance cultivation doesn’t have side effects, unlike elixirs, which can leave residual toxins.
Spiritual Liquid is rarely for sale on the market.
Once it appears, it’s quickly snatched up, and even a small bottle can cost tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.
Xie Jiuniang thought about her current net worth.
Oh, not much.
In the Cultivation World, the disparity between the rich and the poor is enormous. The poor must pinch and scrape just to save a single Spirit Stone, while so people can afford to spend lavishly without a second thought.
The higher a cultivator’s cultivation level, the more expensive the resources they need. The well-known Foundation Establishnt Pill, for instance, can fetch between two hundred thousand to five hundred thousand at auction. What about the Solidifying Golden Pill needed for breaking through to Golden Core? The starting price is in the millions, not to ntion the Infant Pill and Divinity Transformation Pill.
She was a poor person.
She still needed to work hard to earn Spirit Stones…
Outside the room, Song Baobao was ranting and raving, determined to settle accounts with Xie Jiuniang.
She hadn’t been shouting for long when she ca across Mo Lan stepping out.
Mo Lan didn’t want Song Baobao to disturb her daughter’s cultivation, so she suggested they go out to purchase so daily necessities. At the very least, they couldn’t keep wearing her clothes.
Song Baobao thought it made sense.
Before setting off, Mo Lan told her to remove her makeup as the Song Family’s costic products were strong; despite yesterday’s turmoil, there wasn’t a single sign of makeup smudging.
Song Baobao made a bitter face, “My Storage Ring was stolen, I don’t have any makeup remover.”
Mo Lan suddenly realized, “So you’ve been using a disguise elixir as costics, no wonder it doesn’t easily co off.”
Normal costics could just be washed off with water.
Mo Lan took out a bottle of solution from her Storage Bag and handed it to Song Baobao for makeup removal.
Song Baobao took it in a daze, vaguely feeling that there was sothing in Mo Lan’s words that she didn’t understand.
An elixir as costics?
Aren’t costics made from herbs? All her costics were gifts from her sister…
Stop! She mustn’t doubt her sister.
Her sister had always been good to her; she managed to get on the Flying Boat this ti thanks to her sister’s help. Maybe she was even being punished by their parents right now.
Bringing half a basin of clean water, she poured a small amount of the solution from the bottle into the basin and stirred it a few tis. Then, Song Baobao scooped up so water in her palm and began to wash her face directly.
The makeup was completely washed away.
Those almond-shaped eyes looked even more beautiful!
The slightly plump, goose-egg face was pale with a hint of red, far more beautiful than the “rosy cheeks” she had deliberately created with makeup.
Mo Lan, satisfied, led Song Baobao out the door.
Along the way, Mo Lan noticed through casual conversation that the Song Baobao her daughter called brain-damaged wasn’t really foolish.
Instead, she had been misled.
Misled into thinking that certain absurdities were actually correct.
Every family really does have its own set of difficult problems.
The Xie Family, too, had plenty of broken issues, alas…
Arriving at the nearest clothing store, Mo Lan first inquired about Song Baobao’s personal preferences.
Song Baobao was about to speak up, but thinking of her pockets being even cleaner than her face, she coyly let Mo Lan choose for her.
Rembering how tragic Song Baobao’s clothing and dress had been when they first t, Mo Lan chose a light pink Fairy Skirt for her to try on, along with so simple hair accessories and earrings, making her look charming and cute.
Mo Lan was satisfied, “The young miss doesn’t need makeup.”
“I don’t look good without makeup…” Song Baobao started to squirm a bit, “My sister said a woman has to learn to dress up to be beautiful.”
“Mm, your sister wasn’t wrong.”
Mo Lan nodded, dabbed a touch of lip color on Song Baobao’s lips, and stuck a flower-shaped ornant onto her forehead. She then ford a Water Mirror with her technique, “You’re all made up now, how do you like it?”
“Ah?! Who’s that in the mirror?”
Song Baobao exclaid in surprise.
Mo Lan was so astounded that she almost couldn’t maintain the Water Mirror, which wobbled several tis.
Following that, Song Baobao was amazed again, “Is that really ? Hey, hey, hey, I look quite nice, even prettier than when I have makeup on. Ah, ah, ah, Aunt Lan, your skills are really great, teach , please teach …”
Mo Lan looked at the young girl with pity.
Thinking of the joyful scenes between the young girl and her own daughter together, although she didn’t know how the young girl had offended her daughter, Mo Lan decided after so thought to straighten out her skewed understanding.
This decision had its pros and cons.
On the downside, was she making her daughter’s rival more beautiful?
As for the benefits, well, if the foolish girl ever ca to her senses and started a power struggle with her own sister, she wouldn’t worry about the things previously stolen from her.
It would also curry favor with the young girl.
If one day the deed her daughter had done in the grove were revealed, perhaps they’d have a little room for maneuver…
So, half a month later.
When Xie Jiuniang erged from her room, she saw a cute and naïve young beauty circling around her mother, calling her “Aunt Lan” very sweetly.
Xie Jiuniang asked, “Mother, who is this sister?”
Mo Lan smiled and said, “Guess?”
Song Baobao raised her chin proudly, shooting Xie Jiuniang a glance.
The curiosity in Xie Jiuniang’s eyes disappeared in an instant, and she said with little interest, “Oh, Song Baobao.”
At that mont, Song Baobao’s face darkened with her almond eyes glaring at her, “Xie Jiuniang, dare you call Song Baobao again and see what happens?”
“Huh, really Song Baobao, huh.”
Xie Jiuniang feigned surprise, as if seeing her true appearance for the first ti, which imdiately infuriated Song Baobao to the point of smoke coming out of her ears.
“I, I, I…”
Song Baobao fuming, pointed at Xie Jiuniang, stamring without managing to complete her sentence.
Xie Jiuniang ignored her, turning to Mo Lan to ask, “Mother, where’s father?”
“He’s ditating in the room.”
For those in spiritual cultivation, ditation is equivalent to cultivating.
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