Mount Xuanyin was originally an unremarkable mountain range in demonic territory. Due to its remote location and insufficient spiritual energy, few cultivators frequented the area. Ordinary mortals, however, didn't mind the thin spiritual energy; with fewer cultivators active in the area, they suffered fewer undeserved calamities, so villages and towns gradually ford nearby.
However, this tranquility was shattered several months ago when Crimson Blood Sect and Nine Abyss Sect chose this place as their battlefield. With attacks frequently descending from the sky, how could mortals possibly survive?
First was the small town occupied by Crimson Blood Sect, where the townspeople were driven out. Later, as the conflict spread, mortals in surrounding towns could no longer sustain their lives and were forced to leave their hos. After they left, the vacant houses didn't remain empty for long—gradually, demonic cultivators who ca to observe the battle moved in, though their true intentions remained unclear.
A small town called Luoxi, neither far from nor close to Mount Xuanyin, beca the preferred location for most demonic cultivators to settle.
The town wasn't large but had everything necessary. However, with the migration of the townspeople, the once fairly prosperous town declined. By now, few mortals remained in town, and most people moving about were cultivators.
In the center of Luoxi Town stood a tavern that once enjoyed a constant stream of custors and remained busy even now, despite the townspeople's departure. The once plump and shrewd proprietor was nowhere to be seen, the shouting waiters were gone, and the kitchen was completely empty—mortals had withdrawn, and cultivators naturally took over. The lack of service didn't matter; after all, they all practiced abstinence from food.
Today, the tavern was as lively as usual. Sitting by the window facing Mount Xuanyin, one could see spiritual light occasionally flickering on the mountain. The sounds of powerful experts fighting could be clearly heard, even from thousands of miles away.
Many people had spontaneously gathered at the tavern, and many wanted to sit by the window. Normally, these bored cultivators would fight for such positions. However, today the tavern was unusually peaceful, and no matter how many cultivators entered, none contested the window seats.
The reason was simple—they couldn't win.
Two female cultivators occupied the pri window seats, one dressed in cyan, the other in white. As for their appearances, no one could discern them, as both had what seed like a layer of mist covering their faces. Glancing casually, one would only think they looked ordinary, but trying to look more closely, one would imdiately be blocked by the mist, even causing ntal disturbance.
When cultivators traveled abroad, they could be low in cultivation but couldn't lack discernnt—these two clearly used a technique to conceal their features. Those with cultivation higher than them could naturally see clearly, but those with inferior cultivation who insisted on looking would only suffer backlash.
Unfortunately, there weren't many high-level cultivators lurking in Luoxi Town, or at least none who could see through that technique had appeared yet.
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Under everyone's secret observation, Jiang Mo's fingertips moved slightly, setting up a barrier around them.
As the sense of being watched diminished, Jiang Mo retrieved a teapot and two teacups from her space, placing them on the empty table—with the tavern owner absent, no one had prepared food or drink. The spiritual tea Jiang Mo brought out wasn't particularly fine; the better spiritual herbs containing abundant spiritual energy had all been consud not long ago. The current pot of tea was quite ordinary, relying on the spiritual energy Jiang Mo had gathered and transford into spring water to add a hint of spiritual charm.
Based on Jiang Mo's understanding of Yun Qingyue, she wouldn't mind the crude tea, so she poured two cups and pushed one over: "Ah Yue, tea." Then she muttered, "After all, we're sitting in a tavern; it feels odd without anything on the table."
Yun Qingyue seed to respond with a soft "Mm," raising her hand to hold the teacup, but not turning to look at Jiang Mo at all.
Jiang Mo looked at her Senior Sister, who now appeared "exceptionally distant," without feeling the slightest disappointnt. Her golden eyes remained fixed on the other's beautiful profile, unwavering, as if she could never look enough.
How could Yun Qingyue not notice such an intense gaze? She simply chose not to turn around. Perhaps even she didn't realize that her tense profile wasn't as cold as she thought, but rather had a faint pink spreading across it... She was embarrassed, and Jiang Mo noticed this, understanding the reason, as her eyes unconsciously filled with amusent.
Then, unexpectedly, Yun Qingyue turned around, eting Jiang Mo's amused gaze, her pretty face imdiately showing two parts anger and three parts embarrassnt.
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The story traces back to the lightning tribulation that day.
Divine beasts were indeed beloved by heaven and earth, but those beyond expectation were a burden to the Heavenly Dao, hence treated with particular harshness—Jiang Mo was also an unexpected burden, but who could bla her when she occupied a shell properly nurtured by heaven and earth? Additionally, she had arrived early and had the system providing extra energy for growth, so the Heavenly Dao reluctantly accepted her after examining her heart.
But the Swan Goose was different, a complete accident. Moreover, with the Heavenly Dao already overburdened supporting one White Tiger, it certainly had no intention of nurturing another Swan Goose. She had seized a slim chance of survival herself, and the Heavenly Dao wouldn't show her the slightest favoritism.
So when the Swan Goose underwent nirvana and rebuilt her cultivation, although she restored her power in a brief ti, if not for Jiang Mo's all-out effort at the final juncture, she would never have achieved perfection. After she broke through, the Heavenly Dao prepared a transformation lightning tribulation for her... It was almost laughable—Yun Qingyue, originally human, needed to undergo another lightning tribulation to regain her human form.
Moreover, divine beasts transforming into human form never involved lightning tribulation. Even though the Swan Goose's bloodline wasn't pure enough, this was still unprecedented.
Fortunately, although this transformation lightning tribulation was dangerous, it was much better compared to the nearly fatal ancestral reversion lightning tribulation—this tribulation lasted several days, with an unknown number of lightning bolts, but from beginning to end, the strongest was rely purple lightning. Purple lightning was certainly formidable; even Qingyu's Great Achievent tribulation didn't have many purple lightning bolts. But compared to the black destruction lightning, it was vastly preferable.
In short, the transformation lightning tribulation caused the Swan Goose considerable suffering, but ultimately she endured.
There were two reasons for her current awkward attitude toward Jiang Mo.
First, the lightning had struck too severely, burning the beautiful Phoenix's feathers. When the tribulation ended, she fell from midair, exhausted, in an almost half-charred state—to put it bluntly, a Phoenix that fell to the ground was no better than a chicken, and a Phoenix with its feathers burned off probably resembled a chicken too... a roasted chicken, that is.
The second reason was even more embarrassing. When Jiang Mo saw the Swan Goose falling exhausted, she naturally rushed over to catch her. She did successfully catch the bird, but at the mont of catching her, the Swan Goose had just absorbed the transformation power bestowed by the Heavenly Dao after the lightning tribulation ended. Then she transford in Jiang Mo's arms, completely naked, wrapped in a layer of charred black crust that crumbled and fell away with the slightest movent.
The scene was extrely awkward, especially since after crossing the tribulation, Yun Qingyue was drained of energy, and the stingy Heavenly Dao delayed sending spiritual rain. She was so weak she couldn't even dress herself, and in the end, it was a red-faced Jiang Mo who helped her change clothes.
Even if it was a tiger she had raised, even if their relationship was already extraordinary, encountering such a situation would inevitably cause embarrassnt.
Afterward, Yun Qingyue rested for several days before fully recovering, and since then, the two had developed this awkward dynamic—Jiang Mo didn't mind at all and was even sowhat pleased. Of course, she wasn't pleased about taking advantage of her Senior Sister, but rather because in their recent interactions, she vaguely sensed a change in her Senior Sister's attitude toward her. Whether awkward or cold, there was actually an indescribable closeness.
Just like now, her Senior Sister might be annoyed, but it was an embarrassed annoyance, which didn't frighten Jiang Mo at all. She blinked innocently and candidly said: "It's been so long since I've seen Ah Yue's true form, I really can't help but look a bit more. Ah Yue shouldn't mind, right?"
Yun Qingyue, amid her embarrassnt, felt both irritated and amused, giving Jiang Mo a reproachful glare: "I've been in human form for several days, and you've been looking for several days. How long do you plan to keep staring?"
Jiang Mo pulled her stool closer to Yun Qingyue's side, resting her chin on one hand, her eyes bright: "Of course, I plan to keep looking forever."
Yun Qingyue suddenly froze, giving her an embarrassed but angry glance before falling silent.
Jiang Mo felt that her Senior Sister must understand her feelings by now. Although she had confessed back in the underground world, it had been too abrupt and rushed, giving an unsettled impression. Now, spending every day together, especially during the period when her Senior Sister lost her mory, their affection had grown even more evident. Surely her Senior Sister must have been moved by her genuine feelings?
After Yun Qingyue fell silent, Jiang Mo also stopped speaking, but the atmosphere between them wasn't cold; rather, it was filled with a gentle warmth. Jiang Mo's gaze mostly remained on Yun Qingyue, only occasionally looking out the window.
Ti slowly passed in this peaceful atmosphere, with Yun Qingyue turning to look at the scenery outside, while the person beside her watched her.
A whole afternoon slipped away. Custors in the tavern ca and went; so seats had changed occupants several tis, while others still held their original patrons. However, the barrier blocked the gazes of others, and gradually no one paid attention to the two by the window, until a group of new custors arrived, their eyes sweeping across the barrier by the window.
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