Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me

Furthermore, it doesn't matter if the Immortal Artifact has anything to do with the physique one possesses.

"How could I have guessed?" Qiu Qingtang rolled her eyes at her, "You don't mention it, who would know?"

"Then I won't tell you." Mu Qingyue smiled slightly, "Alright, I've rested enough, you're satisfied, I should head back inside."

Mu Qingyue waved her hand at her, "Bye-bye～"

Saying this, she turned and walked towards the house.

Qiu Qingtang pounded forcefully on the Barrier, but the sound couldn't get through.

Watching Mu Qingyue turn into the house and then close the door, she discontentedly kicked the Barrier again.

However... she wasn't as angry as before.

Because the 'knowledge' long hidden in her mind was now right in front of her eyes.

"Qingyue... since you've said so, I can't be polite anymore, I must see what it looks like."

Speaking, Qiu Qingtang took out an ancient looking diary from the Universe Bracelet, this was the 'treasure' passed only to her by Grandma, cherished dearly by her.

Over the years, only she had seen this diary and mentioned it briefly in the "Delusional Yin Yang Path", apart from that, no one else had seen it.

As for whether the Human Clan's Joyful Union Sect had a similar concept... Qiu Qingtang had researched it but found little useful information.

Later, she understood why: the Human Clan's Joyful Union path wasn't as old as her Qiu's Fox Clan's ways.

As Qiu Qingtang perused it, her sole regret was the lack of a physical reference.

According to Grandma, she was to learn and search on her own.

Now that she finally found an example, how could she not learn from it?

Her eyes gleamed as she glanced at the Huangyu Palace seeming poised to take flight in the moonlight, murmuring softly: "Now, I must find some means to get closer to Young Master Lu～"

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Inside the outer hall of Huangyu Palace, leaning against the door, Mu Qingyue chuckled softly, fingers gently caressing her abdomen, "I am a solitary jade bamboo, indeed."

The breeze blows, the emerald bamboos show, the cool wind hits, the heart is like jade.

A bamboo's growth is hard to gauge.

Mu Qingyue chuckled softly, not returning to the bedroom directly, instead searching for a brush, inkstone, and started grinding ink, listening to the gradually tired voice seeping through the bedroom door crack.

Her eyes half-narrowed as she somewhat relished being a 'tool person'.

Once the ink was ready, she carried the inkstone in one hand and a brush in the other, walking into the bedroom.

As she stepped in and sat by the table, the room's sound briefly quieted.

She tilted her head, glanced, and in a cold and teasing tone said: "You couldn't hold on any longer?"

"Now, it is obviously Jin'an..." Pei Wanyu forced out a retort, "It's not me!"

"Really?" Mu Qingyue looked at the hem of her robe, nodded, "Hmm, there's progress."

"But..." her tone shifting, she pinched the brush, sat by the bedside, and asked Lu Jin'an: "Junior Brother, how many strokes should be written?"

Lu Jin'an frowned slightly, not responding immediately, feeling nearly devoured.

He took a deep breath, and as his breathing steadied, spoke leisurely: "You should ask Master for that... Master, what do you think?"

Pei Wanyu slightly bit her red lips, about to speak, when her toes in gray silk stockings curled as if sensing something, the red rouge on her toes seemed about to tear the silk.

"Behave and don't forget the promise to Master." Pei Wanyu playfully chided Lu Jin'an as she sat up slightly.

Lu Jin'an chuckled, "Master, you are quite straightforward... exactly the opposite of Senior Sister."

"Hmm?" Pei Wanyu didn't immediately grasp what he meant.

Lu Jin'an chuckled, speaking to Mu Qingyue: "Master is not weak."

"Indeed!" Pei Wanyu jumped in, glaring at Mu Qingyue, "I am not tired!"

Mu Qingyue rose, returning the brush to the inkstone on the table, then untying her belt as she walked: "Let's pretend as such, though... Junior Brother might be very thirsty, sweating all over, care for some coconut juice?"

She bent down, one hand supporting the bed, pinching the collar of her Ru skirt with the other, her red eyes sparkling mysteriously.

Lu Jin'an widened his eyes, shadows casting over his face, his sight fixed on one point.

"Junior Brother, quench your thirst～"

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The author: Still owe fifty-seven thousand words.