darknovel Chapter 289 Elder Iceberg's Call
Chapter 289 Elder Iceberg's Call
Mo Chengyue looked in the direction she was pointing and felt his vision go black as he was about to faint.
That location was no more than five zhang away from his usual wooden bed. This was hardly a neighborly relationship; it was clearly an invitation to move in together.
"Senior, please don't joke around. That's where I buried spirit jade and array nodes. Digging it up carelessly will cause a backlash of spiritual energy."
He desperately tried to find excuses to dissuade the other person from this crazy idea.
Jin Qiaoqiao ignored his explanations and unleashed a powerful seven-colored demonic energy, sending the weeds and soil on the open space flying into the air.
"Enough with the nonsense, get to work and help build the house. I want a wooden loft with a terrace."
She gave the order in a commanding tone.
Faced with the overwhelming power of this transformed demon, Mo Chengyue's belief in the law of survival once again failed.
He had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and pull out a few axes and saws from his storage bag, starting construction work in front of his house like a laborer.
Jin Qiaoqiao kicked the pile of freshly cut bamboo on the ground with disdain, her head full of pearls making a crisp clinking sound.
"This ordinary green bamboo is too brittle and cannot withstand the demonic power that leaks out when I cultivate." She made an even more demanding request.
Mo Chengyue suppressed the urge to throw the axe in her face and continued to maintain his submissive demeanor.
"Senior, this is already the hardest wood that Qingquan Peak can find. If you want something better, you'll have to go to Tianji Peak or Baicao Peak and spend spirit stones to buy it."
He patiently explained the impoverished situation of Qingquan Peak.
Jin Qiaoqiao touched her smooth chin, her gaze sweeping over the distant hillside covered in peach blossoms.
"There's no need to buy them. I remember that your senior brother Xie Buci has planted quite a few century-old iron trees in his Peach Blossom Spring."
She casually made a very unethical suggestion.
Mo Chengyue's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately understood the brilliant plan to shift the blame eastward.
His inherent cunning nature was fully activated, and his gaze towards Peach Blossom Spring became greedy.
"Senior, you have a discerning eye. My senior brother's ironwood trees are indeed top-quality materials for building a cave dwelling. I will go and bring them to you right away."
He fawned over him.
So the two hit it off immediately and, under the cover of night, sneaked to the vicinity of Xie Buci's Peach Blossom Spring Cave.
Jin Qiaoqiao used her demonic power to block the array's detection, while Mo Chengyue wielded his axe and uprooted more than a dozen thick, century-old iron trees.
When Xie Buci returned slightly drunk and saw his bare courtyard, he was so angry that he crushed the jade wine pot in his hand.
Meanwhile, under Jin Qiaoqiao's supervision, Mo Chengyue had already built a two-story exquisite wooden building using those precious ironwood trees.
Jin Qiaoqiao sat on a clean, large rock, leisurely playing with her long, shimmering hair.
Looking at that figure who was usually so timid but was now sweating profusely to save his life, a pleasant smile appeared on her lips.
In this perilous sect, having a human youth with exceptional array formation skills as a free bodyguard seems like a pretty good option.
The sky had completely darkened, and the wind in the bamboo forest carried a hint of early autumn chill.
Mo Chengyue wiped the sweat from his forehead with his rough sleeve, and looking at the wooden pavilion that was beginning to take shape, a sense of absurd desolation rose in his heart.
Halfway up the mountain in the distance, Qin Wanzhuang stood in front of her sword pavilion window, looking at the array light that kept flashing in the direction of the bamboo forest. The jealousy in her eyes was almost turning into a tangible flame.
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The night wind swirled a few withered bamboo leaves, and the newly built ironwood pavilion exuded a bitter, woody fragrance under the moonlight.
Mo Chengyue collapsed onto the moss-covered stone slab without any regard for his image, his arms aching as if they were filled with lead.
He felt that even fighting dozens of Core Formation cultivators in that damned immortal and demonic ruins was not as torturous as building a house for this demon princess today.
Jin Qiaoqiao leaned lazily against the carved railing on the second floor, her slender fingers casually twirling a strand of colorful hair that fell to her chest.
Her vertical pupils, gleaming with an eerie golden light, swept down over the building, and her pert nose sniffed the air.
"The material of this century-old ironwood is barely acceptable, but the rough workmanship is really unworthy of my status."
Jin Qiaoqiao's voice sounded cold and arrogant in the quiet night, carrying a hint of self-righteousness and condescension.
"Senior, you are wise. This is a century-old iron tree that my senior brother Xie Buci cherishes like a treasure. It is impervious to water and fire and as solid as a rock."
Mo Chengyue rolled over and lay sprawled on the ground, speaking in a weak and listless tone.
"This disciple uprooted them overnight to build this cave for you. This is already risking being skinned alive by my senior brother to show my filial piety."
"You human male cultivators are all smooth talkers; not a single word of truth comes out of your mouths."
Jin Qiaoqiao lightly waved her wide sleeves and gracefully floated down from the second floor to Mo Chengyue's front.
"The spiritual energy here is pitifully thin, not enough for my healing. Go to the outer market and find me some star sand to set up a top-tier spirit-gathering array."
Just as Mo Chengyue was about to find an excuse to delay until dawn, a bone-chilling coldness came from the spot on his chest close to his skin.
The black jade pendant, which he had kept close to his body for seven years without ever using it, was now emitting a faint, icy blue light through his clothes.
The extremely cold air leaked out only a fraction, yet it froze the blood in his body, making him freeze for a moment.
Leng Yuexin was calling him.
This Nascent Soul stage elder, who had been absent for seven years, clearly had no intention of giving him any chance to catch his breath.
Mo Chengyue's mind raced. He immediately dropped his exhausted appearance, got up from the ground, and dusted off his gray robe.
"Senior instructed me to obey without question. Fortunately, a batch of high-grade star sand has just arrived at the black market tonight. I will go and make a trip for you tonight."
Mo Chengyue bowed respectfully to Jin Qiaoqiao, his ingratiating smile perfectly genuine.
Jin Qiaoqiao narrowed her long, phoenix-shaped eyes slightly, her gaze lingering on his overly solicitous face.
"Going to the market to buy things in the middle of the night, is this how the human race's schedule is turned upside down?"
"Senior, you may not know this, but our Hehuan Sect is a sect that cultivates demonic arts. Many of our shady dealings only take place in the dead of night."
Mo Chengyue fabricated an extremely plausible excuse without changing his expression.
Jin Qiaoqiao seemed to have heard about the Hehuan Sect's ways of doing things before, and immediately showed a hint of disgust.
"Go, and come back soon. If you dare to take this opportunity to escape, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead."
"Understood, I would never dare to delay your cultivation, senior."
Mo Chengyue turned around as if granted a pardon, stepped onto the most inconspicuous low-grade flying sword, and transformed into a faint streak of light as he fled out of the Purple Bamboo Forest.