Chapter 186 A Beauty's Gift Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 186 A Beauty's Gift

When Yang Silang saw that Mo Xinlian had suddenly revealed her true appearance tonight and had even dressed up specially, he knew that something was bound to happen tonight.

Yang Silang was not surprised when she said she wanted a divorce.

The two were only temporarily married, forced into a tragic union.

Of course, without the clever assistance of a powerful enemy, they might not have been able to develop a bond of friendship. In addition, the story of Journey to the West is indeed a classic, attracting not only people but also demons.

Mo Xinlian was born a demon cat, and her nature was restless and unruly. She always liked to do unconventional things, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to sleep with Yang Silang for so many days.

Therefore, she was very fond of Sun Wukong before he was recruited into the government.

However, after being granted amnesty, she became somewhat accustomed to following the updates, and was not as enthusiastic as before.

Now that she has entered the capital, Yang Silang saw that she was eager to make her own way and was eager to go solo. After all, the powerful enemy was no longer behind her and her own strength had been restored.

It's too much to ask such a powerful demon to continue playing the role of a submissive concubine who never leaves her home.

The capital city is the most prosperous place in Shun Kingdom, and for Mo Xinlian, the cat demon, it is the most fun place. The fact that she did not leave on the first night of her stay shows that she is quite composed.

Therefore, it was within Yang Silang's expectations that she would leave at this moment.

A fake marriage is obviously fake, and there will inevitably be a time when they part ways.

When he heard Mo Xinlian say that they were going to separate, a look of reluctance appeared in his eyes.

Half of it was acting, and the other half was acting too.

He held Mo Xinlian tightly in his arms, openly taking advantage of her.

The soft, fragrant, and warm jade in one's arms is indeed beautiful.

However, he had almost no time to practice his skills during these twenty days, and only served as a human blood bag for Mo Xinlian, so his martial arts level stagnated.

After all, the Sharing the Same Boat Ring had been broken, and the rapid increase in cultivation that had been like a sandcastle had vanished in an instant.

He never forgot this: in chaotic times, strength reigns supreme, and having the strongest fist is the greatest truth.

Like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror, seemingly present yet absent, how could such feelings affect his true nature?

It's best to focus on cultivating and becoming stronger; the gap in strength between the two is too great, and he has no illusions whatsoever.

Even though Mo Xinlian seemed to have developed some feelings for him during this time, Yang Silang wasn't sure how much of it was because he was hurt, weak, and easily opened up, or how much was because he was caught in an ambiguous relationship.

As it recovers its strength.

To her, he was probably just a useful tool who could tell stories and warm her bed, which was something Yang Silang absolutely could not accept.

Mo Xinlian seemed quite pleased with the man's infatuation with her, and even nestled into Yang Silang's arms, whispering softly.

"Alright, alright... After spending more than twenty days together, to be honest, I think being Li Xing'er is pretty good. Just like this, I can listen to audiobooks while snuggling against someone's chest in a warm bed, and buy clothes and put on makeup during the day. There are no worries, and I don't have to fight or kill anyone."

"But that won't work. I have too many karmic entanglements from my past and present lives, and I have quite a few enemies."

"If they come looking for you, I won't be able to protect you; it would only hurt you."

"Let's part ways for now, but if fate allows, we'll surely meet again."

Mo Xinlian then comforted Yang Silang.

Yang Silang was both amused and exasperated, but he could only hold on tighter. He figured he might as well take advantage of this opportunity.

Those who say they'll meet again someday are probably never going to. So let's seize the moment. Even half-baked food is still food, so let's not be picky.

The enchantress ran away, but she had a whole repertoire of comforting words.

After a while.

Mo Xinlian and Yang Silang had just separated.

"Alright, alright," she said, smoothing her hair and turning to lie on her side facing Yang Silang, making her appear even more majestic. "Let's get down to business."

"Even though it's a divorce, I still benefited from it."

"I put you at risk of being beheaded, and you even shared my injuries and told me such a wonderful story... half a story."

"You bought me so many clothes and cosmetics again, I need to prepare some nice gifts for your divorce."

Yang Silang remained silent, watching Mo Xinlian mutter to herself, curious about what kind of divorce ceremony this demon immortal was preparing.

Mo Xinlian pointed to Yang Silang's brow.

buzzing.

A black ring flew out from Yang Silang's Niwan Palace.

A white ring also flew out from between her eyebrows; when the two rings intersected, they formed the "Sharing Ring".

"I was lying to you..." Mo Xinlian said shyly, biting her lip. "This thing is not the Shared Boat Ring, it's the Shared Heart Ring. When taken apart, it's a powerful magic weapon, and when put together, it has the wonderful use of dual cultivation and joint cultivation. It's a magic weapon used by Daoist couples."

"Now, I will give you half of this magic treasure. There are many miscellaneous memories of mine in this white ring, which I transferred to the black ring. I haven't been able to distinguish them carefully. You can take your time to look at them later."

"Most of it is not very useful knowledge, such as knowledge of the demon race's writing system. You can take a look; it's more reliable than the book you usually read about encountering demons. I've read that book, and a lot of the content in it is wrong."

"Yes, there are probably a few demon clan cultivation techniques, and a few Taoist and martial arts techniques that I stole in my past and present lives."

"You keep practicing. Once you become a Grandmaster or reach the Transcendent Realm, I'll give you two more Martial Saint True Man Scriptures."

Yang Silang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Well, I knew there were no good things on the black market.

However, Mo Xinlian actually promised to give him two Martial Saint and True Person scriptures once he reached the next realm, which was a very generous gift.

He currently only knows that the Grandmaster level of the Taizu Long Fist Golden Marrow technique must be obtained from the Martial Scripture Tower. But what about the Martial Saint technique? He has absolutely no clue. If he can't find it, he'll inevitably have to change his technique. (He's following the book closely, bookmarking it, and ready to read "The Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions" anytime.)

Mo Xinlian could solve one of his hidden worries; two top-level true teachings were worth more than any magic treasure.

Mo Xinlian continued.

"Furthermore, this black ring is also an excellent magic weapon. I will erase the mark on it, and you can refine it tonight."

"This magical artifact can protect you, serve as a means of escape, and is both offensive and defensive. It can even transform into armor to protect your body and help you ascend to heaven. Its uses are endless."

"But be careful with it. If your black ring is damaged, my white ring will also be affected."

Yang Silang nodded hurriedly and said he would definitely keep it safe.

Mo Xinlian continued softly.

"Your cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past twenty days, but the Heart-Sharing Ring was broken, rendering your efforts useless. You must be quite annoyed, right?"

"Here, have this fruit."

She sewed a small pouch onto the outside of her bodice, reached in, and pulled out a jade box. Opening the box, a familiar yellow light shone out, emitting a rich fragrance.

"Yellow Jade Fruit?" Yang Silang exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmm..." He examined it for a moment, then hesitated, "This fruit looks like the one auctioned at the Four Families' Treasure Appreciation Gathering, Yellow, White, Red, and Black?"

Mo Xinlian didn't care at all.

"It's not just similar, it is."

"I had a grudge against that buyer, so I beat him up and looted the property while I was at it."

"You have the aura of the Yellow Jade Fruit within you, but it is a remnant fruit. With this fruit, you can reach the pinnacle in either martial arts or Taoism. Even if you can't reach the pinnacle in the other path, you can still cultivate to become a Grandmaster or a Transcendent Realm cultivator."

"My wife..." Yang Silang said emotionally as he took the jade box.

What kind of vixen is she? The woman opposite is clearly a good wife; she's giving too much!

A magical artifact that can transform and protect the user; memories of hundreds of years of adventures along with cultivation techniques; two top-tier true teaching scriptures; and a yellow jade fruit.

Yang Silang only knew that he was stunned by the overwhelming barrage of sweet words and promises.

"Hmm?" Mo Xinlian looked up, her thoughts still weighing whether the gifts she had given were enough, and whether she should give some more.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Yang Silang looked up at the woman in his arms, her eyes gazing at him with a dreamy, innocent look, her lips red and alluring. He couldn't resist leaning down and gently pecking her lips.

Mo Xinlian seemed stunned by his bold move. Her face turned as red as the sunset, her hair seemed to be steaming, and her body stiffened.

"My lady..." Yang Silang was startled after his bold move and hurriedly said, "I was so carried away by my emotions that I forgot myself..."

brush……

The quilt is now empty.

Mo Xinlian flew through the air, and the clothes beside her pillow flew away, instantly covering her slender body completely. With a flash, she flew out of the house.

After the person left, a voice came from the black ring, sounding angry.

"You're incredibly bold, calling yourself a gentleman..."

"You're even more dissolute than Zhou Mingxuan..."

I'm ignoring you now...

But then something flew in from outside and landed in front of the bed. It was a crudely made straw doll, but every straw on it was golden, and it was clearly not an ordinary thing.

Mo Xinlian's voice rang out from within the black ring.

"With your promiscuous behavior, who knows when you'll mess with a formidable woman and you won't even know how you died."

"This is a substitute doll, capable of blocking an attack from a Martial Saint or a True Person."

"I was going to give you a gift, but since you were so frivolous with me, I won't give you one!"

"Live well, and when we meet again, tell us the Journey to the West story again. Let's see if that holy monk is a gentleman or a villain..."

"As for you, I see you very clearly; you're definitely a hypocrite..."

Accompanied by her giggling laughter, the sound lingered, and the blankets were still warm, but the person had completely disappeared.

Yang Silang patted his head, and only then did he start to sweat.

Had I been under an illusion spell? How could I have been so bold as to kiss him?

We agreed that everything was just an illusion, and we were just passing through each other's lives. Did you really develop some feelings for each other? Or are you just lusting after someone else's treasure?

He couldn't figure it out, so he could only put everything away for now.

The next morning.

Yang Silang got up, and as was his habit, he reached out and touched nothing, only then realizing that Mo Xinlian had already left.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

After twenty days of being a married couple, it feels a little strange to suddenly be without someone by my side.

During the day, Bai Rili and Wang Daniu used the meals delivered by the inn.

Wang Daniu fed Daqing, while Yang Silang took out a five-colored stone to feed Xiaogu.

Mo Xinlian has been here for twenty days, and he has not fed her even once. She has been staying with Wang Daniu. Fortunately, the little aunt is quite good-looking and seems to have gained some weight.

Another thought struck him.

"Master..." She Nu, a wisp of yin energy, transformed into a cook and landed on the ground, carrying the soul-guiding banner and appearing loyal to her master. "You run... I'll hold her off..."

"Alright, alright, stop acting..." Yang Silang waved his hand, inwardly complaining that the acting was even worse than his own.

She Nu, who resided in his soul, naturally knew about Mo Xinlian's affairs, but at night her five senses were blocked, so she didn't know what was happening.

She observed carefully and saw that her master looked full of energy and didn't seem like someone who had been drained of his vitality by a demoness.

Yang Silang waved for her to clean out the kitchen in the courtyard so she could cook for herself from then on. He was particular about his diet because he practiced martial arts, and he ate a lot. Eating the inn's food for a long time would ruin his health.

He only knows that the Grandmaster level of the Taizu Long Fist Golden Marrow technique must be obtained from the Martial Scripture Tower. But what about the Martial Saint technique? He has absolutely no clue. If he can't find it, what will he do? He'll be in a reading slump!