Ji Hongxiu’s tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her face regained a hint of color.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing Chen Mo, she averted her gaze, appearing somewhat unnatural.
"Why have you returned? I didn’t..."
"I know you’re fine, I was just bored. Is that alright?"
Chen Mo irritably said, "If it weren’t for the fact that you’re Zhi’er’s master, do you think I’d be willing to meddle? Say one more word, and I’ll leave immediately. Whether you live or die is none of my concern."
Ji Hongxiu’s cheeks flushed red and then pale, but she did not retort, lowering her eyes in silence.
Without his help, she indeed couldn’t surpass this hurdle.
"Speaking of which, I felt something strange just now."
"Usually, you go out of your way to take advantage of me, so why are you being so restrained today? It’s like you’ve become a different person..."
Chen Mo scrutinized her, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Could it be that your main personality is in charge? Are you Ji Hongxiu or Ji Baixiu?"
He knew Ji Hongxiu had a dual personality. The one possessed by the Yin God acted wildly and unpredictably, filled with distractions, while the main personality was aloof and prideful, with an extreme aversion to men.
According to Chen Mo’s observation, the most critical difference between the two was their attire.
The Yin God would usually wear a Daoist robe as crimson as blood, with a wine gourd hanging from the waist, while the main personality wore pure white, untainted garments.
Ji Hongxiu suddenly realized upon hearing this.
"Right!"
"I came to see him as the Yin God, so I should act more freely... After all, no matter what happens, it’s the Yin God’s doing, and it’s got nothing to do with me!"
With that thought, she immediately felt relieved.
Abandon personal integrity, enjoy a shameless life... In such circumstances, what would the Yin God do?
Ji Hongxiu recalled the typical actions and demeanor of the Yin God, unhooked the wine gourd at her waist, and took a swig.
"Cough, cough!"
The spicy liquor down her throat made her cough violently.
"Are you alright..."
Before Chen Mo could finish speaking, he was pinned onto the bed.
Ji Hongxiu positioned her hands on either side of his face, her cheeks showing a faint pink, eyes black and white, glistening as they fixed on him.
Chen Mo’s throat moved slightly as he said, "Daoist Venerable, you are..."
Ji Hongxiu bit her lip and said gloomily, "I gave you that key to meditate and cultivate here, not to fool around with other women... You even brought Qingxuan over, really treating Tianlan Mountain as an inn?"
"Dual cultivation is also a form of cultivation," Chen Mo confidently said, "Isn’t it far more efficient than meditation? I was helping your disciple improve her cultivation, and you haven’t even said thank you."
"..."
When it comes to cultivation efficiency, dual cultivation is indeed the highest.


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