Chapter 870 - 957: Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworm

"Riiiip..."

Mu Qianqian’s clothes were already in tatters at this moment, and with this grab from Chen Mo, the hem of her red short skirt was directly torn off by him, revealing the white panties underneath.

In that instant, both Chen Mo and Mu Qianqian froze.

Chen Mo could swear on his own character that he absolutely hadn’t done it on purpose.

He was only reaching for the Disciple Token on Mu Qianqian’s thigh, and just accidentally tore off her skirt hem.

"Sorry, I... I didn’t mean to." Chen Mo explained.

But do you think Mu Qianqian would believe that?

Her eyes were practically spitting fire.

Having her panties rubbed directly by Chen Mo’s face before had already made Mu Qianqian furious, but that time it wasn’t really his fault, so she’d already let it go.

But now, the skirt on her lower body had been completely torn off by Chen Mo, even exposing the panties underneath.

Not only that, because the hem had been ripped away, her lower abdomen was exposed as well, and those two long legs of about one meter thirty had no cover whatsoever, fully displayed before Chen Mo’s eyes.

And at this moment, she also realized something was wrong with her upper body.

Half her shoulder and half her soft chest were exposed.

Which meant all the cheap advantage had been taken by Chen Mo.

At the end of the day, she was a woman, and still a pure, untouched maiden.

This move was no different from having her entire chastity stolen by Chen Mo.

"Lecher."

After taking a long robe out of her Space Ornaments and throwing it over herself, Mu Qianqian’s True Qi surged around her, and she flashed toward Chen Mo at an astonishing speed.

Her speed even produced a piercing sonic boom.

Chen Mo kept dodging, saying as he moved, "Senior Sister Mu, we said beforehand to stop when it’s enough. Right now, you’ve lost."

Chen Mo lifted Mu Qianqian’s Disciple Token to show her.

But at this moment Mu Qianqian completely ignored the Disciple Token in his hand; her figure turned into streaks of afterimages in the air, darting toward Chen Mo.

Just then, Zuoqiu Yiren appeared out of thin air between the two of them, blocking Mu Qianqian’s path.

Mu Qianqian’s astonishing attack was effortlessly neutralized by Zuoqiu Yiren.

"Step aside." Mu Qianqian did not intend to stop.

"We agreed earlier to stop when it’s enough. Since your Disciple Token has already been taken by Little Mo, that means you’ve lost." Zuoqiu Yiren, acting as the referee, said.

"I haven’t lost yet." Mu Qianqian refused to let it go.

Seeing this, Zuoqiu Yiren’s delicate brows creased slightly. She raised her hand and pointed from a distance at the space between Mu Qianqian’s brows.

The void rippled slightly, and the next second, Mu Qianqian’s cultivation was directly sealed. If Zuoqiu Yiren’s True Qi hadn’t been supporting her, she would have already fallen from the sky.

That single point from Zuoqiu Yiren not only sealed Mu Qianqian’s cultivation, it also suppressed the anger in her heart, making her calm down and realize that what she’d just done was pretty out of line.

Mu Qianqian bit her red lips, then did something that made Chen Mo incredulous—she actually apologized to him.

But the next second, she added, "But this is this, and that is that. Just now I was indeed in the wrong, but the matter of you ripping... my skirt can’t just be written off like this.

The first round, I lost. We go again."

Mu Qianqian wanted to use another bout to teach Chen Mo a lesson for tearing off her skirt.

How could Chen Mo not understand what she meant? He refused to take the bait, shook his head, and said, "I’m tired, not doing it."

"You..." Mu Qianqian was furious.

"Senior Sister Mu, about ripping your skirt, I really didn’t do it on purpose. I was just trying to pluck the Disciple Token from your leg, and who knew you’d dodge. I slipped, and followed through and tore off your hem."

"You’re still talking... So you mean because I dodged, somehow I’m the one in the wrong?" Mu Qianqian said irritably.

But in her heart she was secretly glad—good thing she hadn’t used True Qi to stick the Disciple Token to her chest, otherwise what he’d torn off just now wouldn’t have been the hem of her skirt, but...

"Senior Sister Mu, that’s not what I meant. I meant that my actions just now were entirely unintentional. If I was out of line in any way, I’ll apologize to you again." Chen Mo said sincerely.

Although Chen Mo’s attitude was very sincere, Mu Qianqian was not about to calm down just because of a few words from him. This wasn’t a small matter; it concerned her reputation and purity.

But beating him up over it would make her look ungrateful; after all, he was the one who’d helped her break through to late Divinity Transformation.

Yet if she just let it go, then she’d be treating her own reputation too lightly.

After thinking it over, she said, "Whatever the case, the skirt was torn off by you, and the advantage you took... was also yours. You have to compensate me."

"Compensate?" Chen Mo was stunned. "How do I compensate? Why don’t you tear mine off too?"

"Pah, pah..." Mu Qianqian’s face flushed red and she spat twice; who wanted to look at him.

"In your dreams." Mu Qianqian said, "You ruined my skirt, so you have to pay me back with a new one."

Seeing that it was just paying for a skirt, Chen Mo let out a long breath of relief—piece of cake. "No problem."

"Listen to me first." Mu Qianqian continued, "The skirt you compensate me with has to be made from the silk spat out by the Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworm."

"Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworm?" Chen Mo raised his brows. The Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworm wasn’t some powerful Demon Beast, but the silk it spat out was extremely precious. If woven into clothing, it could expand or shrink freely with a person’s body size, was impervious to water and fire, and most importantly, could block the probing and sensing of Divine Souls.

But precisely because the Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworms were generally not very strong, while their silk was so precious, the entire Ice Spirit Silkworm race had been massively hunted and was on the verge of extinction.

By now, aside from knowing that the Phoenix Race in the Beast Domain kept a few Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworms, he hadn’t heard of anyone else owning one.

"Only the Phoenix Race in the Beast Domain has Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworms. You’re not thinking of having me go to the Phoenix Race and get silk for you, are you? With the enmity between me and the Phoenix Race, how is that any different from suicide?" Chen Mo frowned.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s face also darkened slightly; after all, she was Chen Mo’s Guardian.

Mu Qianqian shook her head and said, "I heard that in the newly discovered Ancient Ruins on the East Sea Shore, someone found traces of an Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworm."

"East Sea Shore." Chen Mo’s eyes narrowed; Luo Yuan had mentioned this before as well.

"I’ve already apologized to you for this matter, and I didn’t do it on purpose. Now you want me to run all the way to the East Sea Shore to find Immortal Ancient Ice Spirit Silkworm silk as compensation—isn’t that a bit much?" Chen Mo said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Mu Qianqian was displeased.

A bit much?

You did that to me and I haven’t called you excessive yet, but you’re the first to call me excessive.

"It’s not like I’m asking you to go alone—I’m going too. And aren’t you looking for materials to refine your body? There’s the Mother Queen’s Holy Shell on the East Sea Shore; that’s a top-grade material for body refinement."