The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the lattice windows of Biyou Palace, which seemed to have been carved from some unknown ancient divine wood, casting dappled patterns across the broad cloud bed.
Qin Feng rolled over and, unlike usual, did not hurriedly get up to cultivate.
Cultivate?
What was that supposed to be?
Ever since he had bound himself to that damned system—especially after the Chaos Undying Body began operating automatically—the spiritual energy within him had flowed like floodwaters through opened gates, circulating through his meridians on its own every moment. There was no need for him to put in any effort at all.
As a qualified cheater, if he still had to sit cross-legged and breathe like some ascetic monk, that would not only be an insult to the system, but also the ultimate disrespect toward this decadent lifestyle.
He stretched lazily, and his joints crackled loudly.
The moment he opened his eyes, two lovely faces came into view.
"Alliance Leader, you're awake."
Han Zhi Xian knelt beside the bed, holding a crystal-clear jade cup filled with morning dew freshly gathered from ten-thousand-year spirit herbs. It had been lightly warmed over earthly fire and gave off a refreshing fragrance.
The girl had changed into a light pink flowing-cloud dress today, making her look especially pretty. When Qin Feng looked over, her cheeks flushed slightly, yet her gaze boldly met his.
On the other side, Fairy Caiyun held a set of Daoist robes that had already been scented. The fabric was neither silk nor hemp, but woven from the purest Cloud Mist she had gathered from beyond the heavens overnight. It was warm in winter, cool in summer, and impervious to water and fire.
"Mm, you've worked hard."
Qin Feng did not stand on ceremony. He drank a