Of course, Mo Huaiyu couldn’t say it like that, so he decided to smooth it over a bit.
“Um… after I wake up in the morning, I usually meditate and cultivate. Then I take a break at noon, study my techniques in the afternoon, and listen to Sister Yu Yun’s lectures at night. Occasionally, I make some delicious food.”
An Ruoxi blinked her beautiful eyes and looked sideways at the boy’s youthful and handsome face.
“I didn’t expect Junior Brother Mo to be so disciplined in his cultivation,” she praised.
Mo Huaiyu felt a bit embarrassed.
It was all nonsense; if Sister Yu Yun were here, she would surely be laughing herself breathless.
“Haha, really? This is just a normal day for me.”
“Making delicious food… do you like food that much, Junior Brother Mo?”
“Of course! When you’re in a bad mood, eating something delicious is a great way to relieve the stress.”
Even though Mo Huaiyu could choose Bigu after stepping into cultivation, he still couldn’t resist the desire to taste delicious food.
An Ruoxi silently noted his preference.
Delicious food… she remembered that the Spiritual Food of the Yuling Sect was quite famous.
Why “remembered”?
Because she rarely went there.
She had only visited once or twice during her Qi Refining Stage and never went back.
Moreover, after reaching Foundation Establishment, one could just take a Bigu Pill whenever hunger struck.
In this manner, the two figures—one tall and one short—walked slowly away from the Cultivation Dojo.
Oddly enough, it wasn’t a taller man with a smaller woman, but a taller woman with a smaller boy.
During their walk, Mo Huaiyu chatted casually with An Ruoxi, and the atmosphere between them became extremely harmonious.
An Ruoxi discovered that despite his young age, Junior Brother Mo’s horizons and experiences were much richer than her own.
His perspectives on certain matters were quite unique, providing her with a great deal of insight.
The boy’s eyes were innocent and pure, like a clear pool where one could see the bottom, making it impossible to feel any dislike toward him.
As Mo Huaiyu passed a large crowd, he noticed ripples of spiritual energy.
Looking toward the area where the crowd was gathered, he asked, “Senior Sister An, is there something happening over there?”
An Ruoxi stopped and looked up.
“The Martial Arts Arena,” she explained.
“A place where the sect’s disciples compete and spar.”
“I see.”
Mo Huaiyu nodded.
Seeing the curious look in the boy’s eyes, An Ruoxi spoke up.
“Junior Brother Mo, would you like to go and take a look together?”
“Then I’ll have to trouble you to accompany me, Senior Sister An.”
Mo Huaiyu was also quite curious about what kind of techniques the disciples of these great sects cultivated.
The techniques he practiced were all given to him by Sister Yu Yun, but when he practiced them, they didn’t seem to have much power at all.
He still remembered when he first entered the path of cultivation and felt like he could kill a cow with a single punch.
He excitedly slipped into the deep mountains and, by pure coincidence, encountered an animal that looked like a cow, only with larger, red horns.
Disregarding any sense of martial ethics, he launched a sneak attack with a direct punch.
The result was a broken fist, and he was chased and gored by that cow.
If Sister Yu Yun hadn’t appeared at the last moment to slap it to death, he would probably have been finished.
But then again… the beef tasted pretty good.
Later, he tried sparring with his Second Senior Brother and, unsurprisingly, got wrecked again.
Well, he was the one who got wrecked.
It had made him lose all his confidence.
Yet, with his weakling strength, how had he managed to go on a rampage at the Dao-Asking Convention?!
After breaking through to the Dao Platform Realm, he had held his own against three Divine Palace Realm experts without losing ground.
Was it because they were too weak? Or was he too strong?
An Ruoxi led Mo Huaiyu to a high vantage point where he could see most of the Martial Arts Arena.
The sparring area was vast.
Many disciples were competing against each other; some were in actual combat, while others were discussing divine abilities and dharma treasures.
As An Ruoxi watched the boy’s curious eyes darting around, she felt that the current Junior Brother Mo was quite cute.
“What do you think of these people, Junior Brother Mo?”
“Huh?”
Mo Huaiyu hadn’t expected Senior Sister An to ask that.
He couldn’t really tell, but if he had to say something, they seemed a bit weak.
Indeed, the fluctuations of their spiritual energy weren’t as strong as he had imagined.
They weren’t even as strong as the combat power of his Brother Kun at home.
At the very least, when Brother Kun got aggressive and chased him to peck him, he truly had no way to deal with it.
He was often counter-killed; his Brother Chicken was super powerful!
“They’re okay. Everyone is working hard at their cultivation, and their levels are quite good.”
He still had to give a polite answer.
Just then, a girl with a ponytail wearing black martial arts robes walked over.
She had a delicate appearance and greeted An Ruoxi. “Senior Sister An, good morning!”
“Mm.”
An Ruoxi nodded slightly in response, her attitude cold and distant.
The girl didn’t mind because Senior Sister An was always like this.
If anything, the fact that An Ruoxi was leading a young boy around today was the real abnormality.
Looking at the boy’s somewhat youthful face, the girl smiled. “Hello there, little Junior Brother!”
“Hello, Senior Sister!”
Looking at the girl in front of him, Mo Huaiyu felt she was brimming with youthful spirit and enthusiasm.
In her, he saw a beautiful youth that he had never possessed—because his own youth had been completely squandered by his unreliable Sister Yu Yun.
Hearing the boy’s words, the girl’s eyes crinkled with a smile.
This innocent and cute boy with clear eyes naturally made one feel a sense of goodwill toward him.
“Little Junior Brother, are you a new Core Disciple? I’ve never seen you before.”
“Um…” Mo Huaiyu glanced at Senior Sister An. Seeing that she didn’t speak, he said, “I suppose you could say that.”
After all, if he revealed his identity as Senior Sister An’s fiancé, the place would probably explode right then and there.
“Is that so? But you’re a bit different, Junior Brother. You’re at the Dao Platform Realm, yet the minimum requirement to become a Core Disciple is the Divine Palace Realm. That’s quite surprising. It seems you’re an extraordinary genius!”
The girl covered her pink lips with her hand, looking shocked.
Her words made Mo Huaiyu a bit embarrassed, but the flattery was certainly pleasant to hear.
No wonder so many people liked to be buttered up.
“Senior Sister, you’re joking. It was just a stroke of luck.”
“There’s no need to be so modest. You wouldn’t be here without real skill. Being here means you’ve at least received the Sect Master’s approval.”
Those words were actually true.
Mo Huaiyu had indeed received the Sect Master’s approval, but it wasn’t approval of his talent or strength—it was approval as a son-in-law.
Mo Huaiyu felt awkward; he was basically riding on his father-in-law’s coattails.
The girl giggled and said, “By the way, my name is Zhao Xiaoyao. You can just call me Senior Sister Xiaoyao.”
“Alright, Senior Sister Xiaoyao.”
In any case, getting to know another person wasn’t a bad thing.
It seemed he would be staying at the Yuling Sect for a while.
To find the things Sister Yu Yun had mentioned, making friends was essential.
More friends meant more sources of information.
Such a cute and sensible Junior Brother made Zhao Xiaoyao’s eyes crinkle with happiness.
However, An Ruoxi, who had been silent to the side, watched the two of them become friendly so quickly.
For some reason, she felt a bit stifled.
Her beautiful eyes flickered with an unreadable light, as if she had words in her heart that she was unwilling to speak.