Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 180 - 179 Ghost Soul

The reason Chen Mo asked someone to buy some servants.

Mainly because Luo Zhen didn’t have anyone to serve her.

Chen Mo’s subordinates were all rough men, good for fighting, but awkward in serving people.

Besides, Chen Mo didn’t want men to serve his woman.

In this regard, Chen Mo was extremely possessive.

Besides, the Mo Luo Commerce Association’s affairs could also begin now, as Luo Zhen had no one under her, and it was time to assemble a base team.

...

The moon hung over the tree branches.

After a simple rinse with cold water, Chen Mo went to the room his subordinates had prepared.

Gao Zheng and his men were guarding outside the Luo Mansion, leaving only Chen Mo and Luo Zhen in this area, creating an extremely private setting, unlike any military camp.

As they passed through the corridor, the candlelight flickered unceasingly.

Chilling winds swept through the corridor, and Chen Mo suddenly felt the temperature drop considerably.

Not thinking much of it, Chen Mo arrived outside the room.

There was no light in the room, only the moonlight from outside could illuminate the furnishings inside.

Having finished her ablutions, the graceful lady in a ruqun sat properly on the bed, awaiting her suitor’s attentions.

As the sound of the door opening rang out.

Luo Zhen stood up upon seeing the visitor; her eyes showed a hint of nervousness, and her face quickly flushed with a rosy hue.

Chen Mo closed the door, walked to the window, and shut it as well.

Then casually lit the candlestick on the table.

As the light filled the whole room, Chen Mo sat next to Luo Zhen, wrapped his arm around her fragrant shoulder, and asked, "Why did you put out the light?"

Luo Zhen’s face heated up, but she didn’t answer; her gaze was saying, "Aren’t you just asking the obvious?"

Chen Mo curled his lips, then gently nudged Luo Zhen’s fragrant shoulder.

Luo Zhen fell onto the bed, her chest heaving slightly, and said, "Turn... turn off the light." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"This isn’t a military camp..." Chen Mo stroked Luo Zhen’s face, then twirled a strand of her hair, and smiled, "Zhen’er, let me fully appreciate your beauty."

Luo Zhen’s heart raced; with the light on like this, she felt an indescribable shyness, feeling Chen Mo’s fingers tracing from her face downward.

With a trembling voice, she said, "I... I haven’t taken off my shoes yet..."

"Let me help." Chen Mo sat up, raised his hand, gently holding the slightly arched white embroidered shoe on Luo Zhen’s foot, and slowly removed it.

As she had just finished washing, there were no silk socks worn; her delicate, milky-white feet were exposed under the candlelight, every toe distinct.

Luo Zhen sensed something was wrong, quickly drawing her foot back.

But Chen Mo caught it.

Luo Zhen’s eyelashes fluttered, and her whole body felt weak, "Master, you... let go."

"What’s wrong?" Chen Mo began to gently massage.

Luo Zhen quickly grabbed the blanket, covering her head.

In the Great Song Dynasty, small feet were considered beautiful for women, and although foot binding wasn’t a custom, women prided themselves on small feet.

Yet compared to ordinary women, Luo Zhen’s feet were relatively large.

So when Chen Mo held her foot, Luo Zhen felt as if he had discovered her flaw, and exposed it plainly.

Besides embarrassment, she worried Chen Mo might dislike it.

A voice came from under the covers: "Master... let go, I know my feet aren’t pretty..."

"Who says?" Chen Mo directly denied Luo Zhen’s words, then said, "I love them."

"Liar, my feet are so big, how could they be pretty?"

"Ah, you don’t understand, let me explain."

Then, Luo Zhen heard a series of praises from Chen Mo about how beautiful her feet were.

Things like graceful and lifted, wrists and ankles plump, all naturally exquisite.

It made her feel terribly shy.

She had no idea where the master learned such words.

After some playfulness, Chen Mo pulled away the blanket covering Luo Zhen’s head and joined her on the bed.

Luo Zhen’s eyes were full of embarrassment, her arms holding her collar defensively; Chen Mo wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her tenderly, then said, "Zhen’er, tonight I will help you reach the Entry Grade."

In fact, Chen Mo could have made Luo Zhen a martial artist the previous night.

But Chen Mo was busy and didn’t have the spare time to help Luo Zhen reach Entry Grade.

Luo Zhen’s eyes were watery, nodding continuously.

After hearing the method Chen Mo shared, her eyes suddenly widened, blurting out, "You’re lying, no one becomes a martial artist that way."

"I’d never lie to you, Zhen’er." The Phoenix Qi mattered, but Chen Mo couldn’t explain it to Luo Zhen, so he conjured some grandiose words, saying:

"As they say, one cannot exist alone without yin, nor grow alone without yang. If one bridges this natural gap with Yin Yang Balance, becoming a Ninth Grade Martial Artist is a cinch."

Though Luo Zhen still had her doubts, she didn’t voice them.

After all, it was all meant for him anyway.

She said softly, "Master, please take care," and then closed her eyes, leaning back slightly, ready to be at Chen Mo’s mercy.

At that moment, the candlelight in the room suddenly went out.

The window opened.

A gust of eerie wind blew in.

In the moonlight outside, Luo Zhen abruptly opened her eyes, just in time to see a shadow flash past the window.

"Ghost... ah..."

Luo Zhen shrieked in fright.

In a flash, Chen Mo moved, his form now outside the window.

But he saw no shadow.

Frowning, Chen Mo sensed something was off.

It was too cold.

This was the height of summer; even if it cooled at night, it shouldn’t be this cold.

He’d already noticed this in the corridor, but he hadn’t paid attention.

Now it seemed...

"Celestial Eye, open!"

The world before Chen Mo changed.

He saw before him a mass of chilling mist and, looking ahead, a fierce ghostly figure suspended upside down from the eaves, staring at him with a ghastly pale face.

"Ghostly apparition?"

Chen Mo was taken aback.

After death, if one has intense obsession, a ghostly apparition may appear.

However, whether a ghostly apparition of an ordinary person or a First Grade Martial Artist, neither could harm anyone.

Because it was a virtual body, like a wisp of air, and living people’s strong Yang Qi couldn’t be attacked.

The difference was that a First Grade Martial Artist’s ghost could walk under the blazing sun.

Whereas a ghostly apparition of ordinary martial artists would disperse under sunlight.

Moreover, a ghostly apparition couldn’t stay in the living world for more than a day.

At worst, it couldn’t reincarnate, nor enter the cycle of rebirth.

At worst, its soul would disperse.

Chen Mo looked curiously at the fierce ghostly figure above, feeling it hadn’t died today.

"If you don’t leave now, I’ll make sure you won’t reincarnate." Chen Mo lightly raised his right hand, and the Taiyi Divine Fire immediately rose from his palm.

As the Taiyi Divine Fire emerged, the ghostly figure, as if seeing the most terrifying thing in the world, fled in panic.

And the cold mist before Chen Mo also disappeared.