Having returned to the yacht after his conversation with Bai Wen, Long Hua raises a sigh, as he drops himself onto the bed, and tosses his phone to the side.
(Right, the repairs…)
Taking out his storage pouch, Long Hua retrieves Tian Cheng's body from within, and rests her onto the floor.
(An ordinary lead-based bullet shouldn't be capable of dealing this sort of damage to her… Did that bullet have special properties that made it effective against Immortal related objects?)
Examining the damages briefly, Long Hua presses his index finger against the doll's forehead, and mutters—
"Tai Xuan."
The moment these two words are muttered, Tian Cheng's body is shrouded within a cocoon of pale white light.
"…"
Waiting for the repairs to be finished, Long Hua draws his hand back to massage his temple, as he begins to sort through the dense volume of newly acquired information that he had just obtained.
(That weirdo said that as my cultivation base grows, I'd recover more of my past life's memories, but…)
As far as Long Hua is aware of, there doesn't seem to be a check box that must be filled for his shizun's lecturing voice to appear in his head.
"…"
Shaking his head, Long Hua closes his eyes—while assuming a lotus seating posture, and begins to draw spirit Qi from the air around him.
The battle that occurred tonight had depleted his reserves greatly; it would be impossible for him to replenish himself to full in the next 24 hours.
(Should I use those spirit stones?)
Thinking of the spirit stones that he had received from Bai Wen, Long Hua is tempted to use them to resolve this issue, but—
(Ai, money should only be spent when they fall under the categories of disposable income—for luxury is a commodity that only the wealthy may be able to afford; the poor must prioritize putting food on the table.)
Shaking his head, Long Hua gives up on the idea, as he needs them to purchase a few materials from "Lao Zhen" later.
(If I can find some reliable way to acquire spirit stones—that would help to hasten my cultivation base's growth. But…)
Given the state of this world, the odds of this happening are extremely low, and being overtly reliant on Bai Wen to grant him funds—
(I don't like the idea of being in that weirdo's debt, and it's hard to say if he can be trusted. Although…)
Admittedly, not much can be accomplished through his own strength—when he is forced to play within the bounds of another's rulebook.
That being the case, it will be necessary to acquire the aid of another, even if that other may turn out to be an enemy in the future.
(Regardless of his true intentions, the resources that he can provide me with—are necessary for my growth. I should try to maintain this as a business relationship, where we use one another for our own benefits—till I see otherwise.)
...…
"…Why?"
With a sour look on her face, Nian Yao Yao glances to her side.
"What do you mean why?"
Towards her daughter's glare, Nian Tao Tao folds her arms beneath her chest, and throws a taunting look back.
(Tch. The both of us have stopped aging around our twenties, so I can't even tell her that I'm looking forward to the day where those melons will begin to sag… This is completely unfair. I share her genetic information, so shouldn't we be the same size when we reach the same age? How come she's bigger?)
Whining about their differences within her head, Nian Yao Yao's glare turns colder by the second.
Ignoring the question from her mother, Nian Yao Yao asks—
"Couldn't you have picked some other place to stay for the night?"
Having contacted five different hotels—only to find out that all of them had their rooms booked, everyone aside from Qing Yue, had decided to move over to Jing Yao's office to stay for the night.
"I could say the same to you. Don't you find this place to be a bit… Cramped? Then again…"
Thinking of the five remaining Moon Guards, who are all stationed outside of the office's shut door, Nian Tao Tao figured that the lack of space could be a whole lot worse.
"The examination chair takes up a great deal of space, but it's also rather comfortable to sleep on."
Towards this remark that came from Jing Yao, Jing Yin looks at her with a hint of concern, and asks—
"Is this where you sleep these days?"
"What about it? A certain Sword Saint said in the past, that you can basically live anywhere—so long as you can eat and sleep. I'd have to agree with that. Besides, don't you do the same?"
Blinking her eyes in response to Jing Yao's comeback, Jing Yin turns silent, as she reflects upon her own living habits that may require a bit of change.
"So now it becomes a question of who gets to sleep in that chair then?"
"Shouldn't that be obvious, old hag?"
Ignoring the tension between mother and daughter, Jing Yao says—
"I suggest you all—to take a few blankets, and stack them up for a makeshift bed."
"Huh?"
Looking to Jing Yao with uncertainty, Nian Yao Yao is just about to voice her objection to this idea, but the former is quicker to say—
"I've told you before, you should learn how difficult it is for the common person."
"…Even so, isn't this a bit too sudden, asking a spoiled girl like me to sleep on such a cold hard surface? Can't I take a spare hospital bed or something?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Jing Yao replies—
"Just so happens that most of the beds are being disinfected at this hour, while the rest are all currently occupied. In any case, it would be best that you try to take as many sheets as possible—if you don't want it to be too harsh on your back. I suggest you hurry it up before your mother beats you to it."
"Zhui Yun!"
"Got it!"
Seeing the two rush out of the room in haste, Jing Yao heaves a sigh.