The Arrogant Immortal-Chapter 21 - Daily Life in Xian City

In the Cultivation World, the disparity between the rich and the poor is enormous. The poor must pinch and scrape just to save a single Spirit Stone, while some people can afford to spend lavishly without a second thought.

The higher a cultivator’s cultivation level, the more expensive the resources they need. The well-known Foundation Establishment Pill, for instance, can fetch between two hundred thousand to five hundred thousand at auction. What about the Solidifying Golden Pill needed for breaking through to Golden Core? The starting price is in the millions, not to mention the Infant Pill and Divinity Transformation Pill.

She was a poor person.

She still needed to work hard to earn Spirit Stones…

Outside the room, Song Baobao was ranting and raving, determined to settle accounts with Xie Jiuniang.

She hadn’t been shouting for long when she came across Mo Lan stepping out.

Mo Lan didn’t want Song Baobao to disturb her daughter’s cultivation, so she suggested they go out to purchase some daily necessities. At the very least, they couldn’t keep wearing her clothes.

Song Baobao thought it made sense.

Before setting off, Mo Lan told her to remove her makeup as the Song Family’s cosmetic products were strong; despite yesterday’s turmoil, there wasn’t a single sign of makeup smudging.

Song Baobao made a bitter face, “My Storage Ring was stolen, I don’t have any makeup remover.”

Mo Lan suddenly realized, “So you’ve been using a disguise elixir as cosmetics, no wonder it doesn’t easily come off.”

Normal cosmetics could just be washed off with water.

Mo Lan took out a bottle of solution from her Storage Bag and handed it to Song Baobao for makeup removal.

Song Baobao took it in a daze, vaguely feeling that there was something in Mo Lan’s words that she didn’t understand.

An elixir as cosmetics?

Aren’t cosmetics made from herbs? All her cosmetics were gifts from her sister…

Stop! She mustn’t doubt her sister.

Her sister had always been good to her; she managed to get on the Flying Boat this time thanks to her sister’s help. Maybe she was even being punished by their parents right now.

Bringing half a basin of clean water, she poured a small amount of the solution from the bottle into the basin and stirred it a few times. Then, Song Baobao scooped up some water in her palm and began to wash her face directly.

The makeup was completely washed away.

Those almond-shaped eyes looked even more beautiful!

The slightly plump, goose-egg face was pale with a hint of red, far more beautiful than the “rosy cheeks” she had deliberately created with makeup.

Mo Lan, satisfied, led Song Baobao out the door.

Along the way, Mo Lan noticed through casual conversation that the Song Baobao her daughter called brain-damaged wasn’t really foolish.

Instead, she had been misled.

Misled into thinking that certain absurdities were actually correct.

Every family really does have its own set of difficult problems.

The Xie Family, too, had plenty of broken issues, alas…

Arriving at the nearest clothing store, Mo Lan first inquired about Song Baobao’s personal preferences.

Song Baobao was about to speak up, but thinking of her pockets being even cleaner than her face, she coyly let Mo Lan choose for her.

Remembering how tragic Song Baobao’s clothing and dress had been when they first met, Mo Lan chose a light pink Fairy Skirt for her to try on, along with some simple hair accessories and earrings, making her look charming and cute.

Mo Lan was satisfied, “The young miss doesn’t need makeup.”

“I don’t look good without makeup…” Song Baobao started to squirm a bit, “My sister said a woman has to learn to dress up to be beautiful.”

“Mm, your sister wasn’t wrong.”

Mo Lan nodded, dabbed a touch of lip color on Song Baobao’s lips, and stuck a flower-shaped ornament onto her forehead. She then formed a Water Mirror with her technique, “You’re all made up now, how do you like it?”

“Ah?! Who’s that in the mirror?”

Song Baobao exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Lan was so astounded that she almost couldn’t maintain the Water Mirror, which wobbled several times.

Following that, Song Baobao was amazed again, “Is that really me? Hey, hey, hey, I look quite nice, even prettier than when I have makeup on. Ah, ah, ah, Aunt Lan, your skills are really great, teach me, please teach me…”

Mo Lan looked at the young girl with pity.

Thinking of the joyful scenes between the young girl and her own daughter together, although she didn’t know how the young girl had offended her daughter, Mo Lan decided after some thought to straighten out her skewed understanding.

This decision had its pros and cons.

On the downside, was she making her daughter’s rival more beautiful?

As for the benefits, well, if the foolish girl ever came to her senses and started a power struggle with her own sister, she wouldn’t worry about the things previously stolen from her.

It would also curry favor with the young girl.

If one day the deed her daughter had done in the grove were revealed, perhaps they’d have a little room for maneuver…

So, half a month later.

When Xie Jiuniang emerged from her room, she saw a cute and naïve young beauty circling around her mother, calling her “Aunt Lan” very sweetly.

Xie Jiuniang asked, “Mother, who is this sister?”

Mo Lan smiled and said, “Guess?”

Song Baobao raised her chin proudly, shooting Xie Jiuniang a glance.

The curiosity in Xie Jiuniang’s eyes disappeared in an instant, and she said with little interest, “Oh, Song Baobao.”

At that moment, Song Baobao’s face darkened with her almond eyes glaring at her, “Xie Jiuniang, dare you call me Song Baobao again and see what happens?”

“Huh, really Song Baobao, huh.”

Xie Jiuniang feigned surprise, as if seeing her true appearance for the first time, which immediately infuriated Song Baobao to the point of smoke coming out of her ears.

“I, I, I…”

Song Baobao fuming, pointed at Xie Jiuniang, stammering without managing to complete her sentence.

Xie Jiuniang ignored her, turning to Mo Lan to ask, “Mother, where’s father?”

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“He’s meditating in the room.”

For those in spiritual cultivation, meditation is equivalent to cultivating.