Moon White Brocade

The heavy carved nanmu door slowly slid open to the sides with a grating roar.

At this moment, even the sacred golden light that always lingered outside the Papal Palace seemed to dim.

Qian Mo was idly chewing on a Blue Silver Grass when he heard the commotion and subconsciously raised his eyelids. Qian Renxue, who had been waving her Angel Holy Sword at the air and muttering about "slaying demons and vanquishing evil," suddenly froze.

Emerging from the backlight, a slender figure slowly stepped out.

A white glow, like flowing moonlight, appeared.

It was a Moon White Brocade Skirt.

Blended with Ten Thousand Year Ice Silkworm Silk, this fabric was sold by the gram on the market, yet it was luxuriously draped on the young girl. The skirt swayed gently with her steps, as if she were walking on a shimmering lake. The cut was bold yet dignified, with a perfectly placed cutout at the collarbone, revealing a patch of skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade, dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting the tassels at her waist. The little wildcat, who was always tense and ready to lash out, had now retracted all her claws, leaving only a heart-trembling shyness and softness.

Cold and aloof like the Guanghan Fairy, shy like a girl next door.

These two completely different temperaments created a "deadly" chemical reaction on her.

"Clang."

Qian Renxue's Angel Holy Sword fell to the ground for the second time.

She widened her beautiful golden eyes, her gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and certain "unfair" curves, then she looked down at her own stiff golden armor.

A feeling of "defeat" arose spontaneously.

"Vixen..." Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her voice squeezed through her teeth, "She's only nine and already knows this trick. What will she be like in the future?"

She enviously stared at Zhu Zhuqing's proud curves, then looked down at her own chest, which was also perfect but clearly not in the same league.

Damn it!

What did this cat eat to grow up like this? Hormones?!

Qian Mo spat out the Blue Silver Grass from his mouth and stood up from the lounge chair.

He had seen many women (meaning on hard drives in his previous life) and considered his Dao heart to be stable. But at this moment, looking at the girl before him, who seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, his heart skipped a beat shamelessly.

Is this the joy of raising someone?

It's so good.

He strode towards Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing felt the familiar scent, carrying the smell of sunshine, approaching, and her body instantly tensed, her toes digging into the soles of her shoes. She dared not look up, her voice as thin as a thread, with a hint of trembling, "Does... does it look good?"

Qian Mo did not answer immediately.

He circled Zhu Zhuqing for half a turn, his gaze shamelessly appreciating this "work of art."

Then, he reached out, his fingertips gently lifting a wisp of slightly curled hair falling by her ear, twirling it around his finger.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, causing a fine tremor.

"It looks good, it looks good."

Qian Mo's voice was deep, with a hint of a mischievous smile, "But... my little kitten seems to have really grown up."

He deliberately emphasized the word "grown" when he spoke. His gaze then swept downwards without any pretense.

Zhu Zhuqing instantly understood his implication.

Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, the red spreading all the way to the base of her neck, her entire body resembling a cooked shrimp.

Shame overwhelmed her nervousness. She abruptly raised her head, her beautiful heterochromatic cat-like eyes misty, and glared fiercely at Qian Mo.

"You're not allowed to say that word!"

She growled with mock ferocity, instinctively covering her chest, "And you're not allowed to look!"

Although her tone was fierce, paired with her blushing face, it lacked any deterrent power and instead made one want to tease her more.

"Mo'er is right."

A lazy voice came from inside the room.

Bibi Dong leaned against the doorframe, holding the book Martial Soul Hall Internal Fashion Guide, watching the scene with an aunt-like smile, and leisurely added fuel to the fire, "I specifically asked the tailor to alter this dress to be two sizes larger. It was originally made to the standard for a twelve-year-old girl, but I didn't expect... it fits just right."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

Godmother! Why are you bullying me along with him!

Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly ambiguous, as if pink bubbles were floating in the air, Qian Renxue, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Enough!"

She let out a delicate shout, forcefully squeezing between the two of them, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, blocking Qian Mo behind her and staring vigilantly at Zhu Zhuqing.

"You've seen the clothes, you've seen the person, that's enough!" Qian Renxue said sourly, "We're going soul hunting tomorrow, how can you fight dressed like this? The hem is so long, what if you trip? Hurry up and change back into your combat attire!"

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow and waved her hand.

"Who said this is the only outfit?"

Following her gesture, two rows of maids filed out, holding various exquisite garments in their hands, directly setting up a makeshift stall at the entrance of the Papal Palace.

"This is the [Bamboo Shadow Lush Battle Attire], woven with Deep Sea Sinking Silver Silk. Its defense is comparable to plate armor, yet it's light and breathable, specifically designed for combat."

"This is the [Star Lake Ripple Shirt]. The hem is inlaid with ninety-nine Starlight Sapphires, which glow at night. It's perfect for dates."

"And this..." Bibi Dong picked up a black and white short skirt, her eyes a little strange. "This is what Mo'er mentioned before... a maid outfit? I don't know why they'd add an apron to a skirt, but the design is quite unique."

Qian Mo coughed and looked away, pretending to watch the clouds in the sky.

Qian Renxue looked at the dazzling array of clothes, then at her own standard armor in only black, gold, and white. Her mental state collapsed.

She rushed forward and grabbed Bibi Dong's arm, looking wronged. "Mom... Your Holiness the Pope! What about me? Why didn't you prepare these for me when I was little?"

Bibi Dong's gaze flickered, and she coughed lightly. "Back then... back then I was busy unifying the continent and forgot."

Qian Renxue: "???"

Forgot?

Is this the difference between a biological mother and a godmother?!

That evening, in a side hall of the Papal Palace.

A small family dinner was underway.

There were no outsiders, only Qian Mo, Zhu Zhuqing, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong.

The long table was filled with delicacies, all cooked from Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast meat. Every bite was packed with soul power.

The atmosphere was unusually harmonious. Bibi Dong shed her papal demeanor and even personally served Zhu Zhuqing a piece of Crystal Dragon Meat. Qian Renxue sat next to Qian Mo, persistently trying to feed him.

"Xiao Mo, eat this, this is good for your kidneys... Pfft, good for your energy!"

Qian Renxue picked up a black, lumpy thing and was about to stuff it into Qian Mo's mouth.

Clack.

A pair of chopsticks precisely intercepted her attack.

Zhu Zhuqing expressionlessly picked up the piece of meat and said calmly, "That's Spicy Devil Pepper. He can't eat spicy food."

Qian Renxue glared. "I'm his sister, how could I not know?"

Zhu Zhuqing did not back down. "I'm his... cat. I know him even better."

Qian Mo, caught in the middle, sighed while drinking soup.

While the two women were sparring, he quietly brought up his system panel, confirming the status of both of them one last time.

[Host: Qian Mo]

[Spirit: Twelve-Winged Auspicious Angel]

[Level: Level 40 Quasi-Soul Ancestor]

[Spirit Bones: Three 100,000-year Spirit Bones on entire body]

[Bound Dependent: Zhu Zhuqing]

[Spirit: Hell Spirit Cat (Mutating)]

[Level: Level 40 Quasi-Soul Ancestor]

[Spirit Bones: Three 100,000-year Spirit Bones on entire body]

These stats were outrageously luxurious.

This was like a max-level player slaughtering a beginner village.

The banquet was drawing to a close.

Bibi Dong put down the Golden Goblet in her hand. The gentle expression she had originally worn gradually receded, returning to that of the Empress who commanded the world.

"Mo'er, Zhuqing."

The two immediately put down their chopsticks and sat up straight.

"Tomorrow, we depart for the Star Dou Great Forest."

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