"What is cultivation?"
Mo Ling's eyes widened, these were things she had never heard of.
"Is there a difference between cultivation and training?"
"Didn't you just witness it?"
"To be honest, I only used less than a tenth of my strength just now."
A storm raged in Mo Ling's heart, and the excitement was beyond words.
"Can I cultivate then?"
"Can I become as strong as you?"
"If I can be as strong as you, I can punish more cunning villains!"
Mo Ling clenched her fists, full of confidence.
"Theoretically, no!"
Having witnessed a new world, Song Qiao's hopes were dashed back to dust.
"Alas..."
Mo Ling turned and left, her back appearing very dejected.
"Why are you so sad!"
"I said, theoretically, no!"
"I haven't even finished speaking!"
Mo Ling's extinguished hope ignited again.
"Speak quickly! Speak quickly!"
"So many people are watching!"
Mo Ling tightly gripped Song Qiao's hand. Song Qiao glanced at the audience below and blushed.
Mo Ling realized she had lost her composure and shot Song Qiao a glare.
"Are you deliberately teasing me!"
"You change your clothes first, I'll wait for you in the reception room we were just in, and I'll tell you in detail."
Claiming to change, Mo Ling merely donned an outer garment and went to the reception room.
"What did you mean when you said I couldn't cultivate?"
"Why do you have to talk about it here?"
Song Qiao spread his hands and said:
"You'll know soon!"
"The path of cultivation is quite different from ordinary training."
"It requires starting from a young age and building a foundation."
"Your age is too late!"
Mo Ling blinked her eyes and asked dazedly:
"Then why did you say I could cultivate?"
"I observe your bones are remarkable, and you have a good foundation in martial arts. With my guidance, you won't be as weak as those who started midway."
"As long as you are willing to cultivate, you can reach one-third of my current level in a short period."
One-tenth had already allowed him to easily control her.
How strong was one-third of Song Qiao's power?
Mo Ling could hardly believe it, but she felt more longing.
Of course, these words were also spoken by Song Qiao to encourage Mo Ling.
"Then what should I do?"
"Take off your clothes!"
"What?"
Mo Ling's eyes widened, suspecting she had misheard.
"I said take off your clothes!"
"Otherwise, what do you think I brought you to the reception room for?"
"Don't tell me you want to be a Bodhisattva?"
Mo Ling felt that Song Qiao wasn't a lecherous person, and his gaze was indeed as clear as water.
"This..."
Mo Ling became hesitant.
Song Qiao knew what taking off her clothes meant to a maiden like Mo Ling and did not rush her, choosing to respect her decision.
Indeed, she was a battle-hardened female war god!
Mo Ling did not possess the shyness of a woman from a secluded household. After making up her mind, she shed the outer garment she had just put on.
Mo Ling bit her lip, her hands behind her back, preparing to unbutton her bandeau.
"Don't!"
"This is enough!"
"Lie down on the sofa, and I'll handle the rest!"
Playing tricks on her again!
Mo Ling, with her straightforward personality, couldn't quite handle Song Qiao's emotional manipulation.
And yet, she was being manipulated!
If it were anyone else, daring to ask her to undress under false pretenses, they would have been lying flat on the ground by now.
"Don't cry, don't cry!"
"Just kidding!"
Song Qiao grinned and sat on the coffee table.
Mo Ling wore tight fitness shorts on her lower body, which accentuated her shapely hips.
Her full thighs, shaped by the shorts, looked incredibly alluring.
A hint of an unknown desire surged within Song Qiao.
"Hoo!"
Song Qiao closed his eyes tightly, gathering his internal energy into his palms.
He then gently unfastened Mo Ling's bandeau and let his palms roam freely over her back.
"You!"
A single tear glistened in Mo Ling's eye.
"Don't speak, just feel the internal energy I'm transmitting to you."
"Breathe relaxedly!"
As Mo Ling relaxed her mind according to Song Qiao's words, a warm current indeed spread from her back!
Wherever Song Qiao's palms touched, Mo Ling felt an indescribable comfort in body and soul.
"My blood vessels!"
"My heart and my organs!"
Although Mo Ling couldn't see the changes with her own eyes, she could clearly feel that wherever the warm current went, her meridians seemed to be transformed!
Her cardiopulmonary capacity was strengthening!
Her vision, hearing, and other senses were also rapidly improving!
Mo Ling could now easily sense the faint sound of footsteps at the stairwell ten meters away.
"Is this the aura of a cultivator?"
Mo Ling could no longer speak.
She joyfully felt every change in her body.
"It's done!"
"You have now embarked on the path of a cultivator!"
Song Qiao, covered in sweat, collapsed onto the coffee table, gasping for breath.
"Song Qiao, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I've just transferred several years of my cultivation..."
"You've missed the best age for cultivation, so direct energy transfer is the fastest way to help you enter the threshold of cultivation."
Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda!
Song Qiao, not hesitating to sacrifice his hard-earned cultivation, gifted his years of achievement to help her be reborn.
Another life-saving favor!
Mo Ling, unable to express herself adequately, was teary-eyed.
"Song Qiao, I didn't mean to..."
"If I had known this would happen, I would never have let you help me cultivate!"
Mo Ling helped Song Qiao to the sofa, looking at his weak appearance with great concern.
Their relationship hadn't reached this point yet, had it?
Mo Ling felt she had nothing to attract Song Qiao with and anxiously asked:
"Song Qiao, why are you doing this?"
"If you give me your internal energy, what about yourself?"
Song Qiao's lips were slightly pale, and he said faintly:
"You don't need to blame yourself!"
"This is all my own choice!"
"I cannot bear to see a cultivation prodigy perish due to lack of guidance."
Mo Ling wiped her tears and vowed to Song Qiao:
"Song Qiao, rest assured!"
"I, Mo Ling, will never forget this second life you've given me!"
"I will definitely cultivate diligently and catch up to your pace!"
Song Qiao smiled with relief, this little girl was not an ungrateful wretch after all.
Mo Ling immediately made a phone call:
"Please connect me to the General Hospital of the War Department, General Yang!"
"It's me, Mo Ling!"
"Little Niece Mo, what can I do for you?"
"My friend has some accumulated medical supplies. I hope you can place a full order for me!"
"This favor will be owed by my Mo family and Mo Ling to you!"
There was a long silence on the other end of the line.
"Are you sure?"
"Uncle Yang, I'm sure!"
"Consider it Mo Ling owing you."
The elder on the other end was somewhat shocked. Mo Ling, such a proud daughter of heaven, would actually ask for his help?
And it was to help someone else?
After Mo Ling hung up the phone, the person in charge of the General Hospital of the War Department was deeply unsettled.
Who was this person?
To make Mo Ling use a favor to ask for something?