Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

The cold night was deep and the winter wind was bone-chilling. In the quietness of the night, dew suddenly appeared, like pearls of jade white delicately perched on the tips of grass, resembling a gift from the heavens, shimmering with a faint glow.

The room was slightly disordered, with shoes and robes scattered on the floor.

Yi Shiyin twitched her lips slightly. She was just a Lower-Grade Martial Artist, while Chen Mo had undergone earth-shattering changes after breaking through to the Divine Power Realm. Coupled with his unruly personality, how could she resist such an offensive force? She was completely swept along.

At this moment, she clutched Chen Mo's shoulders, her neck arched high, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

After her body was stiff for a long time, Yi Shiyin finally caught her breath, raised her hand, and gently patted his sweat-drenched back.

Chen Mo set Xiaolu down, kissed her on the forehead, and then whispered softly in her ear.

Upon hearing this, a trace of shyness and joy flashed through Yi Shiyin's spiritually bright eyes. A crimson blush crept from her fair neck to her cheeks and spread to her ears.

Because her husband told her that she might become pregnant tonight.

Which meant that tonight, her husband didn't take... any contraceptive measures.

Yi Shiyin caressed her little belly. The thought of having her own baby made her pull the quilt beside her, fold it, and raise her hips. Her mother had taught her that this would make it easier to get pregnant.

The voice was light, but since a few of the women were Martial Artists, the Xia Sisters also heard what Chen Mo said. Their faces turned red, but their hearts fluttered with excitement. In this era, which woman didn't want to have her own child?

Xia Zhiqing looked at Chen Mo with anticipation, and he teased her, saying, "Don't worry, tonight each of you will give me a big, healthy boy."

Xia Zhiqing's eggshell had long been peeled clean, just waiting for Chen Mo to taste it.

Xia Zhiqing softly hummed in agreement.

Chen Mo grasped Xia Zhiqing's ankle, pulling her in front of him. Her body visibly tensed, but she said nothing, inwardly preparing herself.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry to taste; he first admired Xia Zhiqing. Her body, in his eyes, was simply a work of art, a tall and large, fair figure displayed under the candlelight, the fruit clearly ripe on the branches. Her jade legs were tightly closed, forming an alluring arch.

Xia Zhiqing lay on the pillow, and despite numerous intimate encounters, her cheeks were still red like an apple. Feeling the hot palm on her ankle, she trembled slightly, then closed her eyes, held her breath, and clutched the sheets.

Chen Mo couldn't help but compare; he looked at Xia Zhining, who was still sitting on the bed, dressed properly, and joked, "So, are you planning to go last?"

Xia Zhining bit her lip, lightly spat at Chen Mo, and said with embarrassment but playfulness, "Don't touch me tonight."

Chen Mo knew she was being tsundere again. He gently patted Zhiqing's thigh, signaling her to wait, then grabbed Xia Zhining's small hand, pulling her down onto the bed beside Zhiqing.

Though there was some eagerness in her heart, Xia Zhining's words and expressions wouldn't show it. Instead, she coldly looked at Chen Mo, "I won't accompany your nonsense..."

Saying this, she pretended to sit up.

Chen Mo pressed down on her shoulder, saying, "You really don't want me to touch you? What if your sister and Xiaolu both get pregnant tonight, then you'll be a step behind."

Hearing this, Xia Zhining was stunned, then actually considered it. After all, if she got pregnant first, she would most likely give birth first too.

There's no doubt that the first-born, even an illegitimate child, holds a higher status than a second-born. And being this rascal's first child, it obviously would be more valued. Plus, she was expecting it. Now, Chen Mo's words were like providing her an excuse to accept this absurdity.

Seeing her silence, Chen Mo knew she consented. He first helped her take off her shoes and socks, then untied her waist belt to remove her robe, and then parted the inner garments, revealing the bright red dudou underneath.

Despite it being the New Year, Xia Zhining wore festive clothing.

Chen Mo was taken aback, no wonder her reaction was strange tonight. He smiled, "This dudou is really pretty."

"Go to hell." Even with her great mental strength, a rosy hue appeared on Xia Zhining's cold face, and she kicked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo grabbed her foot, saying, "I'm not laughing at you, it's genuinely pretty."

"Says you." Xia Zhining lifted her other leg, kicking towards Chen Mo.

But this move was like throwing herself into a net. Both feet were caught by Chen Mo, who put them down, bent his right knee, pressed her legs with his calf, and his hand wandered up along her calf...

Xia Zhining's eyelashes trembled, quickly clamping her legs together to clench his fingers, glaring at Chen Mo with furrowed brows, "Where do you think you're going..."

"I'm just trying to make you feel more comfortable later on."

Seeing this, Chen Mo stopped messing around. Zhiqing must be getting anxious.

"Don't move around, relax your body, let me have a good look at you and your sister."

Chen Mo lined Xia Zhining and Xia Zhiqing up side by side.

The two girls looked about eighty or ninety percent alike, and with their clothes enveloping them, their figures were also similar.

But after the eggshell was peeled away, Chen Mo could more clearly feel the differences.

Zhi Ning, who had practiced martial arts for years, was lively and vibrant. Her skin was more firm than Zhiqing's, her peaks were higher, and her legs were longer.

On the other hand, Zhiqing's skin was softer and more tender, her peaks not as high, but with a greater diameter.

Feeling Chen Mo's fiery gaze, a wave of shyness gradually rose in the sisters' hearts, their cheeks flushed, and their breathing became clearer.

The sisters were quite close to each other, and as Chen Mo's gaze lingered, they unexpectedly held hands, with a blush blooming on their flawless white skin.

Seeing this, Chen Mo's heart stirred slightly, and he slowly leaned towards Xia Zhiqing's red lips.

Xia Zhiqing opened her eyes, and for some reason, looked at her sister beside her with a hint of pride, and then naturally kissed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was quite satisfied, holding the soft Xia Zhiqing like a pool of spring water, while exploring the mountains and rivers and taking Zhi Ning along to slack off...

Xia Zhi Ning was the type to speak her mind but when her body reacted, she pretended to be a log and stopped resisting, merely shifting from lying upright to lying on her side, clinging to Chen Mo's arm like an octopus...

Yi Shiyin, meanwhile, was standing beside them in a daze.

It's not only men who have moments of sage-like clarity, women do too.

She watched with a learning attitude.

When working, Chen Mo liked to slack off, so that his attention would not become focused, allowing the work time to extend.

...

Elsewhere, in a secret workshop outside Longmen County.

The craftsmen carefully placed the gunpowder that had failed in proportion into the warehouse.

Indeed, this was the gunpowder workshop secretly established by Chen Mo, experimenting to see if adding egg whites could increase the power of gunpowder.

Such dangerous explosives definitely could not be produced in densely populated areas, so it was built in a canyon outside the city, heavily guarded and off-limits to unauthorized persons.

Since the core of Chen Mo's gunpowder production team was in Fu Ze Village, aside from a few who accompanied the army, most of the craftsmen here were temporarily drafted by Chen Mo, not having participated in such activities before, researching step by step according to the methods provided by Chen Mo.

"What do you think the Marquis is doing? Wasting so many eggs, mixing them with these black substances, can't be eaten, and it's so strict, not allowed to see even a spark."

The younger craftsman stacked a barrel of gunpowder on top of another barrel and then wiped the sweat from his forehead, asking the older craftsman beside him.

"You ask me, who should I ask?" The older craftsman gave him a sidelong glance, put down the wooden barrel, and turned to move other things, saying, "Knowing too much doesn't benefit us, just follow orders and do what we're told, anyway, our wages are not short."

"I'm just curious." After putting everything in place, the young craftsman turned around and tidied up the items on the workbench.

The older craftsman reminded, "Remember to pack up the charcoal powder on the workbench separately."

"Hmm."

The young craftsman responded, unconcerned. Repeating the job every day, doing things he couldn't understand, and doing it so meticulously every day, what's the point?

He couldn't be bothered to separate it out and mixed everything on the table into a wooden bucket and packed it away. After all, once mixed together, it was just a lump of black goo, and even if he was lazy, others wouldn't notice.

After entering winter, the weather became quite damp, especially in this secret workshop built in the valley where the ground humidity was high, and recently there was a backflow of moisture, accumulating a layer of water.

The older craftsman completed his work, stretched lazily, and said, "Finally done. I'll go rest, you hurry up."

Saying this, the older craftsman didn't wait for the younger one and went straight down to rest.

The young craftsman replied and was about to go down to rest, but suddenly thought of something and felt a stir in his heart.

He approached a water tank, which was quite large, with a diameter of about three feet, and filled with water. In the middle hung an oil lamp covered up.

He removed the lid, took the oil lamp, and went to his workbench. Looking at the wooden barrel in front of him, that feeling in his heart grew stronger.

"No touching fire, no touching fire, I'm determined to touch it. What's the worst that could happen if I do..."

Murmuring to himself, the young craftsman followed that feeling in his heart and did it.

In the Tenth Year of Xuanhe, on January 1st, at about 1 a.m., there was suddenly a sound like a roar from the southwest of Longmen County, gradually reaching the northeast corner of the city. At the same time, a huge fireball rolled in the sky, and in an instant, the southwest sky over the city was as bright as daylight, with firelight flying together.