The night passed without a word, and the next morning arrived.
Han Mo rose early—in truth, he had not slept a wink all night.
The first half of the night was spent in excitement.
A hundred years of preparation, all achievable in a single day—what kind of divine cheat code was this?
It was marvelous, truly marvelous. With this magical strategy notebook, the dream of rapid cultivation was within his grasp!
When the time came, any ruinous ending could be easily averted; those so-called "Dragon-Proud" protagonists, those sons and daughters of destiny, would all be trampled beneath his feet.
The second half of the night, however, was spent in despair.
*Burying Sand Bones, slaying a Dangkang beast (a pig demon) at the Pseudo-Core Realm (Foundation Establishment Peak)...*
*The Changchun Tongxuan Record, an Earth-grade low-tier physical cultivation technique, a top-secret manual from the Star River Sword Sect’s Scripture Pavilion, accessible only to Golden Core Elders...*
*True Interpretation of Physical Cultivation Insights from a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator—requires a Nascent Soul Mighty Figure specializing in physical paths to condense their life’s insights into a scroll...*
Damn it! How was a tiny piece of trash at the Qi Condensation Stage like him supposed to get his hands on these breakthrough materials? Why couldn't this be like those male-oriented power fantasies, where the villain system just gave him the finished items as a reward for completing missions?
Refusing to give up, Han Mo crawled out of bed in the small hours of the morning and summoned the notebook again, hoping to see if this cheat had any other functions. But after studying it for half the night, he was forced to a helpless conclusion:
"This strategy notebook is, quite simply, a notebook that records strategies."
Well, that was a statement as profound as it was empty.
After much investigation, the only feature he managed to uncover was a useless function that allowed him to view the contents internally without needing to summon the physical notebook.
In the end, he gave up.
*Forget it, I’ll just take it one step at a time. It’s not like Perfect Foundation Establishment is an absolute necessity...* He coughed. *But as someone with a touch of OCD, I’m so unwilling to settle!*
And so, as the sky began to gray, Han Mo, having barely slept, climbed out of bed with dark circles under his eyes.
Of course, for a cultivator, staying awake for one night was hardly an issue. Even though he had an appointment to go listen to music at the pleasure house today, Han Mo still managed to puff out his chest and say, "No problem."
However, once he was up, Han Mo quickly discovered an issue.
For some reason, he was surrounded by several young and beautiful maids.
What was this for?
Han Mo was not entirely sure what these maids were meant to do; the memories of the original owner contained no records regarding this. But a moment later, he understood.
"What are you all doing? Don't scrub my face, I can wash it myself... Hey, don't pull on my trousers, I don't need to go to the privy!"
After being served by various beautiful maids while dressing, washing, and even being assisted with his bathroom needs, he felt a profound sense of luxury and decadence. Was this the daily life of a villainous playboy? How luxurious, how depraved!
"Pah! Nothing more than privileged aristocrats who thrive by exploiting the hardworking commoners. I, Han Mo, feel only disdain for this!"
With his spine of iron, Han Mo vowed that even if he were dead, nailed into a coffin, he would still use his decaying vocal cords to shout from the grave: Down with the corrupt and decadent privileged class!
However, one minute later...
"Oh, oh... The wretched, privileged nobility! This is just too good!"
While Han Mo cursed the luxury and decadence of the aristocratic class in his heart, his body—driven by the muscle memory of the heir apparent—elegantly enjoyed his breakfast. His cultivation had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, so he was unable to abstain from grain; even if he could, as a scion of a great family, it was difficult to let go of the joys of food and drink.Today's breakfast consisted of beef soup, shark fin with bird's nest, crab roe soup dumplings, Buddha's hand sea cucumbers... easily over twenty dishes in total, along with various rare pastries, plus a young maid standing nearby whose duty was to feed the heir apparent.
Do not underestimate these foods. Keep in mind that this is a world of cultivation, so the sources of the ingredients are naturally extraordinary.
The beef soup was made from spiritual cattle raised by cultivators, the shark fin from spiritual fish hunted by cultivators, the sea cucumber from spiritual ginseng harvested by cultivators, and even the water used for simmering the soup was holy water brimming with spiritual energy.
That aside, the most important thing was the taste...
It was simply too delicious!
Han Mo swore that in his entire life—no, in both of his lives—he had never eaten such a delicious breakfast.
The aroma was overflowing, the broth was rich, and every bite was packed with pure essence.
Oh my god, why is this so good!
"Don't worry about me, Xiao He, you should eat too!"
While stuffing his mouth with food and unable to stop, Han Mo did not forget to invite Xiao He, the maid standing beside him who had had her feeding duties usurped and was currently looking somewhat at a loss.
"This servant wouldn't dare, Heir Apparent. These were all prepared for you."
Knowing her status was merely that of a maid, Xiao He naturally did not dare to overstep her bounds.
Seeing this, Han Mo raised an eyebrow slightly. Without caring whether she was willing or not, he picked up a soup dumpling with his chopsticks and shoved it directly into her mouth.
The large soup dumpling radiated intense heat, instantly blocking her warm throat.
Xiao He froze for a moment and instinctively took a small bite.
With just that single bite, the thin dumpling wrapper easily tore apart, and a thick, fragrant pork broth quickly overflowed, instantly splashing deep into her throat.
In an instant, Xiao He felt her entire mouth filled with a burst of rich juices, surrounded by fragrance that lingered... cough, lingered on end.
"Mmph—delicious!" she exclaimed instinctively, clearly conquered by the delicacy as well.
"Delicious, right?"
Han Mo smiled faintly. When it came to good food, he always liked to share it with others.However, the next second, Xiao He snapped out of it, suddenly dropping to her knees with a thud as all the color instantly drained from her face.
"Wuwu, Heir... Heir Apparent, I'm sorry! This maid is guilty, this maid deserves to die!"
Hearing the trembling voice full of terror, Han Mo was slightly taken aback before quickly understanding the situation.
Even his own personal maid was this terrified of him—it seemed this original owner was truly no good person!
Just as Han Mo sighed inwardly and prepared to help Xiao He up, the door was suddenly slammed wide open from the outside with a violent crash.
"Han Mo, what are you doing?! Are you bullying Sister Xiao He again?!"
A sweet yet fierce young girl's shout rang in his ears. Before Han Mo could figure out what was going on, he suddenly felt a powerful force shove him from the front, sending him staggering backward and nearly causing him to tumble off the dining table.Struggling to regain his balance, he realized that a petite young girl had appeared before him at some unknown moment.
She possessed a snow-white complexion as exquisite and flawless as ice and snow, clear and bright pale-red eyes, and long, gleaming silver hair gathered at the back of her head. Her petite yet unexpectedly voluptuous figure was draped in a moon-white silk dress.Because of the hard impact against herself, the hem of her silk skirt flipped up slightly, revealing a slender, delicate, and beautiful leg.
Tsk, look at that leg—fair and smooth, with flowing lines, well-proportioned flesh and bone, and a perfect proportion.If Han Mo had a pair of stockings on hand right now, he would surely implore this young girl to wear a pair of white silk ones, no matter what.
As the old saying goes, mature women pair best with black silk, while little girls are best paired with white.
The person before him was indeed a petite, short-statured young girl.
Most importantly, she had silver hair and red eyes!