Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 240 - 239 Above First Grade is Foundation Establishment

[Do you want to start the Immortal Cultivation Simulator?]

"Yes."

[The thirty-second day of the Great Turmoil: That night, Lin Su Ya explained what lies beyond First Grade to you all.]

[The thirty-third day: The rumor about you being a Fake Eunuch once again spread in Bianliang. Before you took any action, those who spread the rumors were thrown into prison one by one.]

...

[The fortieth day: The suppression of the Western Shu rebellion failed, sparking great turmoil in the Southwest. Jizhou lost control, and apart from the Yellow Turban Rebel Army, followers of the Way of Five Pecks of Rice Daoism led by Zhang Lu rose in rebellion in Jiangnan.]

[The forty-third day: Responses from all sides brought the total number of rebel troops to tens of millions, exhausting the Imperial Court's Central Army, with First Grade Martial Artists joining the fight.]

[Simulation ends, you may retain one of the following items.]

[1, Ten days of Martial Art experience.]

[2, Ten days of Heart Method Realm experience.]

[3, Ten days of emotional experience.]

Chen Mo chose the second option.

Immediately, he felt his mental state become much clearer at that moment.

Some profound insights emerged in his mind, indescribable by language.

After making his choice, Chen Mo pondered the content of the simulation.

Beyond First Grade?

These days, he had not been short of reading the books of the Great Song Dynasty.

But descriptions of realms beyond First Grade were very vague.

However, one thing can be proven, and that is that First Grade Martial Artists did appear on the Canglan Continent, but for some unknown reason, they all disappeared from the Canglan Continent.

Regarding this aspect of history, there was definitely a gap.

...

Until nightfall, Chen Mo did not see Zhao Jiangning coming, perhaps because Gao Fen's funeral matters kept her busy.

Naturally, Chen Mo wouldn't go looking for her either.

After dinner, he went to the Shenxiao Temple.

As soon as he arrived at the Celestial Forest Garden, Zhao Fujin was waiting at the door for Chen Mo, holding a lunch box. When she saw Chen Mo coming, her heart raced like a deer, and she softly said, "Junior Brother, you're here."

Today Zhao Fujin was dressed a bit more maturely, wearing cyan palace clothes, with a wide collar and flowing sleeves, her face fair as peach blossoms and radiating like a clear snowy morning, her slender waist seemingly unable to withstand the wind.

Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, "Senior Sister, how long have you been waiting?"

"Not long, I just arrived. Look..." Zhao Fujin pursed her lips and handed the lunch box to Chen Mo, saying, "Made peach blossom soup for you."

Chen Mo didn't think much of it, took the lunch box, and headed toward the Shenxiao Temple.

Zhao Fujin, trailing behind, pouted, then quickly walked up to him, walking side by side, with her hands clasped behind her back. The moonlight cast their shadows long.

"Senior Sister, did you think of me last night?"

"No...not at all."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Zhao Fujin snorted haughtily, as if she didn't miss Chen Mo.

Last night, after parting with him, as soon as she turned a corner, her face blushed with shyness, biting her lower lip, unable to stand steadily and leaning against the wall.

Her body shivered uncontrollably, unlike in the past. The feeling of their lips touching still lingered.

Even when lying in bed at night, Zhao Fujin couldn't help but touch her rosy lips, reminiscing about their kiss.

Then she took out the hairpin Chen Mo gave her and thought about what he said.

Especially the line "for the future daughter-in-law," which made Zhao Fujin's face burn.

Fantasizing, she didn't sleep well all night.

However, after just one night apart, the next day, she couldn't help but think of Chen Mo, even wanting to sneak out of the palace to find him.

By the afternoon, Zhao Fujin personally went to the kitchen to make peach blossom soup for Chen Mo.

In her opinion, since he made her peach blossom soup, she should make him some as well.

But since childhood, she had never cooked, so the first attempt naturally failed.

But wanting Chen Mo to taste her handiwork, Zhao Fujin kept trying.

Not successful the first time, so a second.

Not successful the second, so a third.

Finally, she succeeded once, and the taste wasn't bad.

But there was still a long time before nightfall.

So, it cooled and turned into a paste.

Having no choice, she continued making it.

Before coming to the Shenxiao Temple, she even bathed, burned incense, and applied lip balm.

All to ensure a better experience when Chen Mo kissed her.

But even after walking into the bamboo forest, Chen Mo didn't come to kiss her first.

Zhao Fujin suddenly quickened her pace, walked in front of Chen Mo, turned to face him, walking backward, and said, "So... Junior Brother, did you think of me?"

"Of course I did. I'm not like you, Senior Sister. I think of you all the time." Chen Mo stopped and smiled.

"You're so annoying." Zhao Fulin glanced around, then dove into Chen Mo's embrace, feeling as sweet as if she had tasted honey, saying, "Junior Brother, I was just joking with you, I... I miss you..."

Then she lifted her head, pouting her lips, looking ready for a kiss.

They were undoubtedly stepping into the sweet period of romance.

The beauty actively asked, and Chen Mo would be a fool to refuse. He immediately kissed the beauty's lips and savored it. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Zhao Fujin also wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's neck, feeling as if her heart would melt.

Finally, lips parted.

Zhao Fujin's face was red, snuggling in Chen Mo's arms, said, "You... why are you so well-behaved today?"

According to past experience, he would certainly take some liberties with her.

Like feeling her butt, touching her thighs, and then testing if his courage had grown over the day, and also sticking his tongue...

But none of that happened tonight.

Chen Mo: "..."

"I'm just afraid the State Preceptor might see." Chen Mo said.

Zhao Fujin didn't think much of it.

After snuggling for a while, they arrived at the Shenxiao Temple just on time.

Tonight.

Lin Su Ya continued to teach them Sword One.

Actually, last night Chen Mo had already mastered it, but in order not to stand out, he said only five-tenths.

So tonight, when Lin Su Ya taught again, Chen Mo had a deeper understanding.

After practicing, as usual, Lin Su Ya was about to leave.

The saying goes, "A master leads you to the door, but practice is up to the individual."

Lin Su Ya couldn't possibly teach hand-in-hand.

But Zhao Fujin called out to Lin Su Ya, saying, "Master, is the strongest in the world a First Grade Martial Artist? I saw in ancient texts that in ancient times, there were many who were stronger than First Grade Martial Artists, but why are they all gone now, what is beyond First Grade?"

Chen Mo listened intently.

Lin Su Ya was stunned, then said, "It's not a secret, it's fine to tell you.

Beyond First Grade is Foundation Establishment."

"Foundation Establishment?" Zhao Fujin was stunned.

"In ancient times, First to Ninth Grade was classified as the Qi Refining Stage, from Qi Refining Stage One to Nine. Only by combining the Heart Method and Cultivation Technique is it the true method of Qi Refining, but now, many people talk about Cultivation Technique while overlooking the Heart Method..."