Chapter 13: The Power of Aura-Farming Mode Is Great

Though the sight was certainly pleasing to the eye, they would soon be disembarking from the flying boat to buy supplies at a town they were passing by.

They couldn’t go out dressed like that.

So Bai Yue quickly waved her hand, forcibly straightened her face, and resumed her cold voice to cover her embarrassment: “Who taught you to wear those out?

Those are bathrobes!

To be worn in the water!”

The moment she said that, both Xiao Yueluo and Su Qingyan froze.

Bathrobes?

To be worn in the water?

Xiao Yueluo’s face turned crimson in an instant, as red as a boiled shrimp, even her neck taking on a strange pinkish hue.

So it had been their own misunderstanding all along?!

“Th-There were no other clothes in the bottom deck…” Xiao Yueluo gritted her teeth, her momentum deflating by more than half as she retorted in shame and anger.

“Ah, I totally forgot about that, what with all the commotion you caused.”

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Bai Yue helplessly rubbed her forehead.

She had been tempted to savor this rare and stunning sight a little longer, but it looked like any more provocation would shatter their cultivation hearts entirely.

So, with a thought, she directly accessed the system space.

Whoosh—

In the next moment, two brand-new outfits materialized in her hands out of thin air.

One was a black miniskirt ensemble with a hint of gothic style.

The other was a pure white dress leaning toward a clean, schoolgirl aesthetic.

But the most eye-catching were the accessories that came with them—a pair of black thigh-high stockings with delicate lace cutouts, and a pair of pure white knee-high socks with dainty little bows at the cuffs.

Even from a distance, one could sense the smooth, silky texture, speaking volumes about the craftsmanship and quality of these garments.

“Here, put these on.”

Bai Yue casually tossed the clothes over.

Relieved that they no longer had to wear those unbearably shameful “bathrobes,” Xiao Yueluo grabbed the clothes as if they were a lifeline.

She didn’t even have time to examine the styles—anything was a thousand times better than the sheer fabric she was currently wearing.

She grabbed the still-dazed Su Qingyan by the arm, dashed into the adjacent empty room without looking back, and slammed the door shut with a bang.

Bai Yue watched the closed door and shook her head in mild amusement.

She sat back down at the table, poured herself another cup of spiritual tea, and took a leisurely sip.

Just a moment ago, the expression on Xiao Yueluo’s face had been absolutely priceless—worthy of a whole set of reaction memes.

“Tsk, her mental fortitude is still too weak.

She broke down that easily?”

Bai Yue silently complained, though a hint of amusement curled at the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

She was starting to look forward to seeing how these two “native” girls from this world would look in the clothes she had carefully selected, ones brimming with modern aesthetic sensibilities.

Especially… those black and white stockings.

Just imagining the scene made her feel like this transmigration journey might not be so dull after all.

***

Not much time passed.

Creak—

The door that had been slammed shut was now cautiously opened a crack.

The two of them, now changed, shuffled out hesitantly, their movements carrying an unprecedented awkwardness and unease.

Hearing the sound, Bai Yue looked up and lazily swept her gaze over them.

One glance, and her hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly.

A flicker of admiration passed through the depths of her eyes.

Su Qingyan had changed into a simple, elegant moon-white maxi dress, its hem falling just above her knees.

The tailoring was impeccable, perfectly outlining her already budding, graceful curves.

But what was truly captivating were the pure white knee-high socks on her legs.

The edges of the socks hugged the soft skin of her thighs, creating a tantalizing “absolute territory” between the white fabric and her pale skirt.

She was clearly extremely uncomfortable with this attire, nervously clutching the hem of her dress, her head slightly bowed.

Two persistent blushes stained her fair cheeks, her eyes darting away, not daring to meet Bai Yue’s gaze—like a startled fawn, innocence and shyness intertwined, radiating a breathtaking charm.

Standing beside her, Xiao Yueluo was a completely different kind of visual impact.

She wore the black miniskirt.

The gothic black dress, with its intricate lace and layered frills, combined with her cold, stunningly beautiful face tinged with stubborn defiance, created a strange yet captivating chemical reaction.

The pure darkness interwoven with the girl’s youthful rawness formed a visually striking and forbidden beauty.

But what was truly lethal were the black thigh-high stockings with lace cutouts on her legs.

The sheer black silk clung tightly to her long, straight legs.

The lace patterns crept upward along her thighs, eventually vanishing beneath her skirt, creating a sense of ultimate mystery and allure.

She straightened her back, forcing herself to maintain an icy expression, trying to use the coldness in her eyes to mask the raging storm within.

But her slightly reddened ears and the white-knuckled grip of her hands, clenched from tension, completely betrayed her current embarrassment and humiliation.

Compared to the semi-transparent gauze from before, these clothes, while covering her body, somehow felt… even more shameful in a certain sense!

The way the fabric clung to her skin, the cutout designs—they constantly reminded her that she was wearing something so outrageously unconventional.

“Ahem.”

Bai Yue cleared her throat, turned away to wipe her warming nose, and struggled to keep her expression locked onto that “cold villainess” setting.

Her inner world was currently in utter chaos.

「System!

System, come out!

Aren’t these outfits you gave me a bit too much?!」

「Back in my world, this is the ultimate combo of ‘pure temptation’ and ‘dark little wildcat’!」

「Xiao Yueluo’s stubborn little expression, paired with those black stockings—it’s absolutely killer!

I can’t hold on much longer!

System, give me a forced cooldown, stat!」

“H-Have you stared long enough?”

Xiao Yueluo, feeling extremely self-conscious under Bai Yue’s unabashed, appraising gaze, gritted her teeth and suppressed the urge to tear off this strange contraption on her legs as she demanded coldly.

What the hell was this stuff?

There was so little fabric, yet surprisingly, it didn’t feel cold at all—rather, it felt pleasantly warm, almost as if it could gather spiritual energy.

And especially the thing on her legs… a thin layer of mesh with strange patterns, held up by two straps.

It felt weird to walk in, and the shame was even stronger than when she had worn that gossamer bathrobe!

That vicious woman was definitely up to no good!

Su Qingyan’s head drooped even lower, almost burying her face in her chest.

Bai Yue, having already entered her “aura-farming mode,” withdrew her gaze, took a sip of tea, and spoke in a tone as flat as if she were commenting on the weather: “Mm.

Barely presentable enough to be seen in public.”

At these words, both Xiao Yueluo and Su Qingyan froze again.

Barely… presentable enough to be seen in public?

Weren’t these shameful clothes meant to be worn in private to please her?

She actually said they’d be wearing these out to “see people”?!

“W-What do you mean?!”

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