Chapter 1228: Chapter 631: Not Going Back (Third Update, Requesting Pink Tickets)
Han Zizhi explained, "This is woven from cloud silk, naturally pastel." As he spoke, a look of envy appeared on Han Lingling’s face. Cloud silk is not ordinary silk; it is produced by a unique spider from Nanling—the Colorful Cloud Spider. Each spider is about the size of a fist, preying on birds, and is very fierce in nature. They are rare, and the white silk they produce cannot be used for clothing. Only the small sac of color the size of the tip of a forefinger in their abdomen, when washed with a special method, can yield fibrous threads. These threads are naturally pink and are far more vivid than any artificial dye, beautiful like the clouds on the horizon and yet tougher than steel.
The clothes in this box required the essence of silk from at least over a thousand Colorful Cloud Spiders to weave, a feat not to be underestimated.
Seeing her gaze, before she could speak, Changtian had already said, "Go try it on." His voice carried a hint of fond indulgence, as his little darling deserves whatever she desires.
While she went to try on the clothes, Changtian leaned against the counter, appearing quite relaxed, and not as overwhelmingly authoritative. Han Zizheng hesitated for a moment, but eventually initiated a conversation, "For such a grand occasion, why would Lord Divine Monarch bring Miss Ning to a small place like Songjiang City?"
Changtian glanced at him, "How does a Golden Core cultivator end up selling clothes here?"
Han Zizheng was slightly taken aback, and he touched his nose with a bashful expression, "In Songjiang City, Jijin Pavilion is an enterprise passed down through the Han family’s ancestors; currently, it is managed by my father. I only help out when I return home for the New Year and dare not neglect my studies at other times." His tone unconsciously took on the respect of a younger generation toward his elder.
Changtian gave him a deep look, "Are these clothes really the treasure of this store?"
Han Zizheng couldn’t help but feel his heart race, "He suspected it." He forcefully suppressed any unusual reactions with his spiritual power and solemnly said, "Yes!" Then he felt the pressure on him suddenly lighten.
It turned out Changtian had shifted his gaze.
Truly, serving a monarch is as perilous as accompanying a tiger. Han Zizheng smiled bitterly in his heart; the position by Lord Divine Monarch’s side seemed illustrious but was beyond what ordinary people could handle.
At this moment, a figure emerged from behind the shelf, and his voice carried a hint of nervousness, "How do I look?"
It was naturally Ning Xiaoxian who had changed into the clothes. As she walked out slowly, the three people in the hall felt suddenly dazzled, as if the whole room came to life. The pink color, which usually appeared somewhat light, seemed to lose its frivolity on her, leaving only an air of freshness and an ineffable charm.
Ning Xiaoxian’s skin was finely white, and this pink clothing made her look as lovely as a peach in March, and as clear as a chrysanthemum in autumn. The golden waist belt was far wider than usual, about a palm’s width, yet it accentuated her slander waist, looking as if it could hardly be held with one hand. The gauze shawl on her shoulders further highlighted the elegant curve of her neck and her delicate, charming chin.
The brilliance on her lovely face could no longer be concealed. With just one glance, Changtian felt like his chest was hit by a heavy object, and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened. The woman he adored stood there gracefully, like a banshee emerging from a sea of blossoms. This garment seemed custom-made for her, showcasing all her virtues perfectly, a result no one else could replicate.
Strange, how could a random piece from Jijin Pavilion fit her so well?
"Is it beautiful?" She hadn’t heard an answer, and couldn’t help but ask again.
"Truly beautiful!" That was Han Lingling’s genuine compliment. Ning Xiaoxian looked at Changtian, only to find his eyes darkening to gold, fixated intently on her, as if he were looking at prey caught in a snare.
For no reason, she shivered, rolled her eyes at him, and quickly went back to change into her original attire.
Once Han Zizheng had repackaged the new clothes, Changtian tossed a Jade Bottle to him: "A Nascent Soul Pill, can increase the chance of overcoming the Nascent Soul stage by forty percent."
Han Zizheng’s face instantly brightened with joy. Ordinary Nascent Soul Pills could at most enhance the effect by twenty percent, yet what Changtian casually handed out was forty percent! It’s not just a doubling of chance; if a cultivator failed during soul formation, besides bearing immense physical pain, they must also endure the punishment of having their divine soul damaged. Harm to the soul is far more difficult to heal than physical injuries.
Ignoring his repeated words of gratitude, Changtian picked the brocade box and said to Ning Xiaoxian, "Let’s go."
With this piece of clothing to start with, she wandered the streets with a feel of ease and leisure, buying a few more outfits. As for Changtian, since the clothes he wore were transformed from his true body, Python Skin, changing according to his will, he wasn’t keen on mortal goods. So after two rounds, Ning Xiaoxian was only able to buy him a White Jade Hairpin for fastening his hair.
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