Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 123 Cash兑现

"Smack!"

"You lecher."

"..."

Zhao Fujin’s face was crimson as she slapped Chen Mo, the crisp sound of the slap echoing throughout the outer hall.

Chen Mo covered his face and took a few steps back.

His gaze instinctively fixed between Zhao Fujin’s legs.

He never could have imagined that the quick "hand" reach just now would end up hitting her there; even if it was the chest, it wouldn’t have been so bad.

Chen Mo also looked awkward, as if he had asked for the slap. There was no one to blame but himself.

"Um... Senior Sister, I... I didn’t mean it, I never thought... Sorry..."

Chen Mo stepped back gradually, then said, "It’s very late now. Senior Sister, have a good rest. I’ll take my leave first."

"Wait."

Her clothes fluttering, Zhao Fujin’s eyes were wide with embarrassment, her face flushed red. She pondered for a while but couldn’t suppress her shame and anger, gritting her teeth as she spoke:

"You... you plan on leaving just like that?"

"Senior Sister, I really didn’t mean it, how about you hit me a few times to calm your anger?" Chen Mo said apologetically.

"Hmph." Zhao Fujin snorted and said, "Am I such a person? It’s inevitable to have physical contact when sparring. Besides, I haven’t guided you yet."

"Again?"

"Hmm?"

"Alright then."

As for what Chen Mo had said earlier, about if he touched Zhao Fujin, she’d kiss him, he didn’t dare bring it up again.

Otherwise, he might actually infuriate her.

Zhao Fujin took two wooden swords down from the wall, tossed one to Chen Mo, and said:

"Didn’t Master teach you swordsmanship the night before? Come, let me see how well you’ve learned."

Chen Mo helplessly nodded.

The night before, Lin Su Ya indeed taught them swordsmanship, just one move, but it was extremely effective.

As Lin Su Ya said, when masters face off, victory or defeat is decided in a flash.

Too many moves create more openings.

Simplicity means fewer vulnerabilities.

Finding an opportunity allows for a lethal strike.

And that strike emphasizes speed.

Drawing the sword must draw blood.

Throughout the world’s martial arts, no matter how complex or exquisite the moves, the aim is to kill.

Martial arts are killing techniques.

And one sword is enough to kill.

"Then Senior Sister, watch closely."

Chen Mo, with a single motion, drew the wooden sword in front of him into his grasp, holding the hilt with his right hand as his left hand’s index and middle fingers lightly ran down the blade.

In an instant, his eyes turned as sharp as a sword, with an unfathomable cold glint.

Whoosh!

He thrust the sword!

Rustle rustle rustle!!!

As the air currents stirred, the lamps on either side of the outer hall all went out.

Zhao Fujin waved her hand, True Qi coursing through her body. As she swept over the lamps, their flames reignited.

Swish!

At the moment the candle flames reignited, the sword tip had already reached her.

Zhao Fujin’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Mo had already withdrawn the sword.

He clasped his hands toward Zhao Fujin, "Senior Sister, please advise."

"..."

Zhao Fujin grit her teeth.

The sword Chen Mo executed just now was nearly perfect.

She couldn’t find anything that needed guidance.

But to say he had no flaws would be a blow to her identity as Senior Sister, so she discreetly cleared her throat and said:

"Overall, it’s not bad, but your speed could still improve. Next, let’s spar a bit..."

Zhao Fujin was being overly critical.

With that sword from Chen Mo, it was entirely about not having enough strength yet.

If Chen Mo used his true strength in a sword thrust.

Zhao Fujin wouldn’t even see the sword’s shadow.

"Senior Sister, please go easy on me."

Chen Mo knew that if he didn’t let Zhao Fujin "clean him up" a bit, the night’s incident wouldn’t be over anytime soon.

So, in the ensuing sparring.

Chen Mo left himself wide open.

He got struck multiple times by Zhao Fujin with the wooden sword.

In the final move, Chen Mo dodged and then said, "Senior Sister, I can’t go on, you’re too strong."

Chen Mo seated himself on the ground, gasping for air.

Zhao Fujin snorted, then said, "It’s been such a short time, and you’re already this tired? You need to practice more!"

However, the anger in her heart had already dissipated completely.

Her brows and eyes carried a smile.

Regarding what had just happened, Zhao Fujin definitely had to regain her dignity.

But it needed a reasonable excuse.

If she had just straight out taught him a lesson.

It would come across as petty.

Like this, it’s both reasonable and logical.

Sparring, getting hit a few times is normal.

"Senior Sister’s reprimand is right. I’ll practice more when I get back," Chen Mo said, rubbing his buttocks. His backside was still sore from where Zhao Fujin had hit it earlier, then said:

"Senior Sister, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

As Zhao Fujin’s gaze swept past Chen Mo rubbing his butt, her lips curved slightly, "Alright, you may go."

But just as she spoke, Zhao Fujin recalled something, and her face instantly turned red. When Chen Mo was about to walk out, she said, "Wait a moment."

Chen Mo paused, looking back with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Fujin put down the wooden sword in her hand, stepped forward, and bit her lip lightly, "You... close your eyes."

"Why?"

"I said close them, so just close them."

Zhao Fujin glared at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo obediently closed his eyes.

Zhao Fujin, her face burning, took a deep breath. As she looked at the handsome man in front of her, she felt suffocated, her heart racing.

She wasn’t short, so when she tilted her head up, her lips met Chen Mo’s.

"Alright, what I promised you..." She had just lightly brushed her lips against his before breaking away, but before she could finish speaking, Chen Mo’s eyes suddenly snapped open, and he pulled her into his arms, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head.

Their lips met.

It stopped her words.

Unlike Zhao Fujin’s tentative touch, Chen Mo’s kiss was assertive.

Zhao Fujin felt as if her lips were entirely enveloped in his mouth.

Her body stiffened suddenly, at a loss as to what to do.

She spread her hands but didn’t know where to place them. Her eyes, like almonds, tried to glare at Chen Mo, seeming to want him to let go, but the emotions lurking in her gaze were only nervousness, embarrassment, and surprise.

While Chen Mo’s gaze, by contrast, was gentle.

As if savoring his treasured prize.

Filled with patience and certainty.

In Chen Mo’s leading presence, to Zhao Fujin, who had never known the anguish of love, resistance was futile. In just a moment, her restless hands gently rested on Chen Mo’s shoulders.

But then...

As a metallic taste filled his mouth, Chen Mo suddenly let go of Zhao Fujin, stepping back slightly.

He reached out to touch his lips.

Even without looking, he knew his lip had been bitten through.

"Hiss..."

"Serves you right."

Zhao Fujin’s face was as red as a monkey’s bottom, even her eyelashes were trembling, and the words "serves you right" seemed to squeeze out from between her teeth.

She hadn’t expected.

Chen Mo daring to kiss her was one thing.

But to also dare pinch her backside.

"Well, Senior Sister, it really is late, I’m leaving now."

This time, Chen Mo really made a run for it.

No matter what Zhao Fujin said.

Chen Mo didn’t stop.

Watching Chen Mo’s figure disappear into the darkness,

Zhao Fujin stomped her feet in frustration.