Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

In the room with only one man and woman, it was quiet, and only the sound of breathing, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, could be heard.

For the first twenty years, Jiang Ruoqing basically stayed in the Su Nv Sect, which was deep in a mountain. She practiced martial arts and meditated daily with few opportunities to go out, and the Su Nv Sect was a lineage passed down singly.

In the following five years, she was also looking for a disciple to inherit her mantle. Combined with the fact that her master’s vengeance was not yet avenged, she had no time to think about other matters, so in more than twenty years, she could even say she hadn’t touched a man’s hand.

Let alone kissed one.

This made Jiang Ruoqing uneasy, her eyes wide open, staring at the handsome face close to hers.

Her fists clenched, placed at the waist, sometimes lifting them, sometimes putting them down.

Until her courage reached its limit, Jiang Ruoqing couldn’t help but push Chen Mo away.

Although she had already anticipated this day and mentally prepared herself.

But when it actually happened, combined with the strange sensations her body produced, she felt restless and uneasy.

When she saw Chen Mo’s puzzled gaze, Jiang Ruoqing bit her lower lip, ”You... your hands...”

”Most men in the world behave the same in this situation. You’ll get used to it,” Chen Mo said, not in a hurry. He came over and lay down beside Jiang Ruoqing, ”I think you’re too tense, and I was too hasty. Let’s take it slow; the night is still long. Let’s talk first.”

Jiang Ruoqing, having never experienced such matters, didn’t know if other men would act differently, so she let Chen Mo talk while nodding to his words.

In her view, any delay was beneficial.

Chen Mo started chatting about everything under the sun with her.

But Jiang Ruoqing wasn’t really in the mood for a chat, too nervous inside, responding vaguely.

And Chen Mo, talking to himself, naturally couldn’t carry on the conversation.

As Chen Mo fell silent, the room plunged into a strange quiet.

Sighing, Chen Mo spoke again, this time using a more endearing term, at least it seemed so to Jiang Ruoqing.

”Ruoqing, what realm are you in now?” Chen Mo asked while lifting his hand to wrap around Jiang Ruoqing’s waist, pulling her soft and slightly voluptuous body into his embrace.

Jiang Ruoqing’s body tensed up. She took a deep breath to calm herself and said, ”Mid-Second Grade.”

Being a Second-Grade martial artist at twenty-five was considered a top-level talent on the Canglan Continent.

”Impressive, no wonder you’re the woman I fancy,” Chen Mo said.

If he hadn’t packed his bags, he wouldn’t even have had the chance to meet her.

Jiang Ruoqing felt a hint of mockery in his words and didn’t speak.

Chen Mo held her hand and continued, ”Ruoqing, do you know any techniques for Yin Yang Balance?”

Jiang Ruoqing naturally knew; the technique was in the Su Nv Sect’s Dao Scripture, even including the Dual Cultivation Technique. But as the sect was passed down singly, it was useless for her to learn it alone, so she didn’t study it.

However, she had looked at the technique, and as a Second-Grade Martial Artist, once seen, it was hard to forget.

Seeing her silent, Chen Mo continued, ”I just so happen to know it, and I also have...”

Chen Mo whispered softly in Jiang Ruoqing’s ear.

Jiang Ruoqing’s face turned crimson due to the embarrassing nature of what Chen Mo said.

The ambiguous atmosphere instantly filled the room.

Especially with the sudden extinguishment of the dim lamp, it heightened the mood.

Jiang Ruoqing’s breath became irregular.

For an Innate Martial Artist, darkness did not affect them.

Sensing that Jiang Ruoqing was already lost in emotion, Chen Mo leaned down to remove Jiang Ruoqing’s embroidered shoes.

He originally thought Luo Zhen and Xiao Yunxi’s feet were already beautiful, but he didn’t expect Jiang Ruoqing’s to be even more exquisite.

There was a poem describing it perfectly.

The phoenix shoes discarded neatly, silk stockings removed lightly, who would exchange White Jade for delicately carved fragrant curves.

Jiang Ruoqing’s feet could truly be described as beautiful.

Chen Mo held her beautiful feet, playing with them carefully.

Jiang Ruoqing’s crystal-clear eyes became soft, her feet arching as if trying to struggle, but there was no escape. Her body gently rubbing against the sheets, hands unconsciously gripping the bedding tightly.

Whispers...

Soughing sounds.

At some unknown time, a strong wind began outside the window, carrying fine rain with it. The rain grew louder, finally pattering on the eaves, perfectly masking some faint moans.

...

Unsure how much time passed.

When Jiang Ruoqing opened her eyes, Chen Mo was smiling at her, and the light outside the window indicated it was already the next day.

The soreness in her limbs and the memories from last night made her quickly close her eyes again, burying her head under the quilt like an ostrich.

However, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Unable to hold back, she poked her head out angrily and bit Chen Mo’s shoulder, not stopping until she drew blood and the anger in her chest dissipated considerably. Unlike Luo Zhen and Ye Wanqiu, she didn’t feel sorry for him...

She had been tormented twice last night, yet this rogue still hadn’t spared her.

”Are you relieved?” Chen Mo asked, holding her in his arms, not minding the minor pain.

Jiang Ruoqing wasn’t the type of woman to lie in Chen Mo’s arms and whisper sweet words. She coldly muttered through clenched teeth, ”Excessive.”

Well, apparently, she wasn’t relieved yet.

Chen Mo showed no embarrassment, saying, ”You weren’t like this last night; you even called me ’good brother’.”

Then Chen Mo felt the flow of True Qi.

It was emitted by Jiang Ruoqing.

Chen Mo stopped teasing and hurried to reassure her, saying, ”Ruoqing, feel your own strength now.”

Jiang Ruoqing sensed it and raised her eyebrows; she had unexpectedly reached the late Second Grade.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Chen Mo looked at her, his face also revealing satisfaction.

Dual cultivation depends on the strength of both parties; the higher the strength, the better the effect.

Jiang Ruoqing was still a virgin, and her talent was excellent.

The enhancement in strength was not surprising.

Of course, this was to Chen Mo.

Jiang Ruoqing didn’t know Chen Mo had Phoenix Qi.

Her expression became complicated.

She even considered that Chen Mo’s excessive behavior last night was all to enhance her strength.

At that moment, much of the anger in her heart dissipated.

But admitting fault was something she would never do.

To Chen Mo, sweet-talking women was already a routine matter.

Seeing her attitude soften significantly, he quickly resorted to terms of endearment, causing goosebumps.

Jiang Ruoqing, believing it was Chen Mo admitting fault, went along with it, resting her head on his chest.

Chen Mo stroked her hair, saying, ”Soon, you will accompany me back to the Chen Mansion, to meet her.”

Referring to the ’her’ from that night, Jiang Ruoqing knew it was the bride she saw, immediately shaking her head, ”No meeting.”

Even though she didn’t know who the bride was, as the lesser wife, she wasn’t willing to meet the primary wife.

ps: Modified, seeking approval (´..̫.`)