Chapter 400: Emotions are cultivated

The night was mysterious.

No moon.

In Qinyang County, every household had their doors and windows tightly shut, with no citizens loitering around. Only squads of patrol guards, holding torches, were patrolling every corner of the city, eliminating any suspicious traces.

The rear residence of the county government office had now become Chen Mo’s residence. The place was big enough to accommodate Wu Xin’Er and Old He as well.

The physician examined Old He. There was no damage to his Dantian or meridians, only a bit of chaotic True Qi within, causing him to cough up blood. Resting for a day should be sufficient for recovery.

In the courtyard, Wu Xin’Er sat on a small stool, personally brewing medicine for Old He. Her appearance remained elegant and exceptional, but her robe had been replaced with a light green dress. She muttered to herself:

"I really didn’t expect that not only is he so powerful, but also commands troops like a god..."

After moving into the county government office, Wu Xin’Er learned from Chen Mo’s personal soldiers about Chen Mo’s achievements in recent days.

"Cough, cough..." Old He’s light coughing sound came from the room, and then he said, "So accomplished at such a young age, no wonder the patriarch is in such a hurry to urge you, young lady, to enter the capital. It seems now that the patriarch intends for you to marry him, thereby drawing him in. When he fully matures, the family can also gain significant benefits..."

Old He paused in his words, then continued, "Moreover, according to this old servant’s guess, that punch from before wasn’t his full strength. He should have held back somewhat."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xin’Er was utterly astonished: "Not... his full strength..."

"But a common farmer’s son, without any background, how could he have developed such exaggerated strength in just nineteen years..." Wu Xin’Er couldn’t understand, and Chen Mo had denied disguising himself as someone else.

"He must have had some extraordinary encounter. After all, this Canglan Continent has significant connections to the other side. He might have obtained cultivation techniques left by predecessors, or received elixirs that elevate quickly. Perhaps he even got a large supply of spirit stones for cultivation," guessed Old He.

Wu Xin’Er thought about it and realized that’s the only possibility.

After a long silence, Old He’s voice came again from the room, "Miss, what do you think of him?"

"Exceptionally handsome, extraordinarily powerful, stands up for those beneath him, knows how to win hearts, commands troops like a god. Such a person, at worst, would be a local hero." Wu Xin’Er spoke truthfully.

She would not give an incorrect description due to bias against him in her heart.

"And if he gains the Wu family’s assistance?" Old He chuckled softly.

Wu Xin’Er’s expression changed, as if something sprouted inside her heart. She looked back at the house behind her and said, "Old He, did you get injured on purpose?"

"Cough, cough..." Another coughing sound came from inside, Old He said, "This old servant wouldn’t go so far as to deploy a self-harm tactic. That punch indeed injured this old servant, but requesting him to escort us back to the capital was indeed my plan. This old servant knew he couldn’t spare anyone, so he could only bring us to Qinyang County."

"Old He, you..."

"I beg the young lady’s forgiveness. It was only after being injured by him that this old servant had this idea. In today’s world, only he is worthy of you, young lady," Old He said.

Wu Xin’Er didn’t know whether to be angry or annoyed: "Old He, are you suggesting I should seize this period to approach him?"

"Miss, affection is cultivated over time. After spending a long time together, and since you’re so beautiful, although he’s not interested now, that doesn’t mean he won’t always be interested," advised Old He.

Wu Xin’Er frowned: "Old He, didn’t you claim you’ve always been solitary and don’t understand these things?"

"Cough, cough..." The coughing inside the room became more intense.

Perhaps Wu Xin’Er had taken Old He’s words to heart that night.

The next morning, Wu Xin’Er, dressed in women’s clothing, surprisingly took the initiative to seek out Chen Mo.

Since Chen Mo was on the front lines, he didn’t sleep in and had already gotten up and washed early.

Upon hearing from the personal soldiers that a young lady was looking for him, Chen Mo immediately knew it was Wu Xin’Er. Just as he was about to go out to meet her, Jiang Ruoqing invited her in.

The personal soldier glanced at Chen Mo.

Jiang Ruoqing also turned her gaze towards him, her lips gently moving.

Chen Mo nodded, "Let her come in."

"Yes."

Before long, Wu Xin’Er walked in.

Chen Mo couldn’t help but be taken aback.

The last time someone made him feel pleasantly surprised and amazed was Zhao Fujin. Now Wu Xin’Er also gave him that kind of sensation.

She was dressed in women’s clothing, a light green long dress, exuding an elegant and transcendent aura. A white silk sash was draped over her shoulders, closely adhering to her body, showcasing her delicate and exquisite figure.

Her fair skin had nothing else on it, appearing transparent, pure.

The contrast between her in men’s clothing versus women’s clothing, although not disguised, made her seem like two completely different people.

And Wu Xin’Er noticed Chen Mo’s slight change, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

But when she saw the woman standing behind Chen Mo, her brow furrowed: "And who might this be?"

"Jiang Ruoqing, the master’s... woman." Jiang Ruoqing suddenly hugged Chen Mo’s arm, her delicate body almost clinging to his. She emphasized the word "woman."

Furthermore, after speaking, an aura of an Innate Martial Artist emanated from Jiang Ruoqing’s body.

"An Innate Martial Artist... and of the Second Grade..." Wu Xin’Er was astonished. The woman didn’t look much older than herself, yet she was already an Innate Martial Artist.

Wu Xin’Er seemed to understand why Chen Mo was reluctant to marry herself.

Such a young, beautiful, and powerful woman was his, and in front of her, besides the advantage of the Wu family background, she had no other leverage.

The reason Jiang Ruoqing revealed her aura was to elevate herself to an equal level with Wu Xin’Er, not letting her appear superior in her presence.

Chen Mo was also taken aback.

Knowing Jiang Ruoqing’s personality, she wouldn’t display such intimacy in front of others.

"Hello, Wu Xin’Er." Wu Xin’Er smiled with grace.

"I’ve heard the master mention you," Jiang Ruoqing said.

"Oh?" Wu Xin’Er’s large eyes twinkled as if they could speak, she glanced at Chen Mo and asked, "What did he say?"

"The master..."

"Cough, cough." Seeing the two somewhat confrontational, Chen Mo quickly interrupted and then said, "Miss Wu, did you have something to discuss with me?"

"Just feeling bored, so I came to ask General Chen Mo to accompany me for a stroll around the city." Wu Xin’Er smiled.

Chen Mo, although not knowing her true intentions, thought he had nothing to do, so he nodded.

Jiang Ruoqing wanted to go along as well.

As they chatted leisurely, they arrived at the military camp in the city.

With the dawn breaking, Chen Mo’s Fire Qilin Army, along with the incorporated Yellow Turban Army, had already started forming ranks on the training grounds.