Nova woke the next morning with his mind already racing through possibilities.
Fundamental force control. Every cultivator with Law comprehension possessed it to some degree, but most used it instinctively through techniques rather than consciously manipulating the forces themselves. They'd learned to channel their understanding through traditional cultivation methods without ever considering the underlying physics.
But Nova had something most cultivators didn't: memories from Earth. A world where science had mapped out the fundamental forces in excruciating detail. A world where humanity had learned to manipulate matter and energy without a single drop of spiritual qi.
Combining that scientific knowledge with Law-based control over those same forces?
The possibilities were endless.
Luna stirred beside him, her eyes opening slowly. "You have that look again."
"What look?"
"The one that says you're about to create something that shouldn't exist." She propped herself up on one elbow, her long black hair cascading over her bare shoulder. "What is it this time?"
Nova grinned. "A surprise. But I need you to stay in bed for a bit while I work."
Luna's eyebrow raised. "Ordering the Sect Leader to stay in bed? Bold."
"Please?" Nova amended, leaning over to kiss her. "I promise you'll like the result."
"Fine," Luna said, settling back against the pillows with amusement in her eyes. "But this had better be worth it."
Nova stood and moved to the center of the bedchamber, closing his eyes to focus. His spiritual sense expanded outward, feeling the ambient spiritual energy in the room, the molecular structure of the air itself, the electromagnetic fields that existed everywhere but went unnoticed by most.
With 69 Laws at early comprehension, he had basic but functional control over all four fundamental forces. Electromagnetism was the key to what he wanted to do—it governed how atoms bonded, how molecules formed, how matter arranged itself.
E = mc². Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared. The most famous equation from Earth's physics, expressing a simple truth: energy and matter were interchangeable. One could be converted into the other with the right application of force.
Cultivators did this all the time, actually. Formation masters like Seraphine could synthesize matter from spiritual energy using Ice Law. But they did it instinctively, through techniques passed down for generations, without understanding the fundamental principles.
Nova was going to do it consciously.
He channeled his qi, mixing it with his Law comprehension. Electromagnetic Law activated, giving him fine control over the forces that bound atoms together. He reached into the ambient spiritual energy of the room—energy that permeated everything in this cultivation world—and began the conversion process.
Pull energy together. Compress it. Force it to condense according to specific molecular patterns he held in his mind. Carbon atoms arranged in precise lattice structures. Hydrogen and oxygen combining into specific polymer chains. Trace elements for color and texture.
The air in front of him shimmered as matter began to coalesce from pure energy.
A fabric materialized—soft, flexible, black in color. Cotton, or rather, this world's equivalent enriched with trace amounts of spiritual energy. Nova shaped it with his electromagnetic control, weaving the threads into a specific pattern he remembered from Earth.
A hoodie.
Simple, comfortable, utterly foreign to this world's cultivation fashion.
The creation process took about thirty seconds and consumed a noticeable amount of qi. Nova examined his work critically, then smiled. Perfect.
"What is that?" Luna asked, sitting up with curiosity overriding her agreement to stay in bed.
"Comfortable clothing," Nova said, holding up the hoodie. "From my previous world. Here, try it on."
Luna stood and padded over, completely unselfconscious in her nudity. She took the hoodie, examining the strange garment with interest.
"How do you wear it?"
Nova helped her put it on, guiding her arms through the sleeves. The hoodie was slightly oversized on her frame—intentionally so—and fell to mid-thigh. She looked adorable in it, her sophisticated beauty contrasted perfectly with the casual comfort of the garment.
Luna pulled the hood up experimentally, then down. Slipped her hands into the front pocket. Her eyes widened.
"This is... incredibly comfortable."
"That's the point," Nova said, grinning. "Cultivation robes are beautiful and functional, but they're not exactly relaxing to wear around the house."
Luna walked around the room, testing the hoodie's movement. The fabric moved with her perfectly, soft and flexible in ways cultivation robes rarely were. "This is wonderful. Can you make more?"
"Many more," Nova confirmed. "I was thinking we could update your entire private wardrobe. Keep the traditional robes for official business and sect matters, but have actual comfortable clothing for when it's just us."
Luna's face lit up with genuine excitement—an expression Nova was learning to treasure. "Yes. Absolutely yes. What else can you make?"
Over the next several hours, Nova's bedchamber became an impromptu fashion design studio.
He synthesized material after material, each one requiring careful manipulation of electromagnetic forces to arrange molecules into specific patterns. Cotton equivalents for softness. Silk-like polymers for elegance. Elastic materials for form-fitting garments. Each creation consumed qi, but his massive reserves at the 91st stage of Qi Refining made the cost negligible.
Luna watched in fascination as he created a complete modern wardrobe:
Casual wear: More hoodies in different colors. Soft shorts that ended mid-thigh. Comfortable pants that actually fit properly instead of billowing like cultivation robes. T-shirts in various styles.
Sleepwear: Pajama sets that made Luna actually laugh when she saw them—soft pants and matching tops that were absurdly comfortable. Nightgowns in different lengths, from modest to decidedly less so.
Undergarments: This was where things got interesting. Nova created bras—a concept completely foreign to this cultivation world where women simply wore layered robes. He explained the support function, showed Luna how to put one on.
She was skeptical at first, but after trying one: "This is... actually quite nice. Why doesn't anyone in this world make these?"
"Because cultivation strengthens the body enough that support isn't really necessary," Nova said. "But comfort is a different matter."
Then came lingerie.
Nova synthesized several sets—lace patterns created through careful molecular arrangement, colors ranging from black to deep purple to crimson red. He handed them to Luna, whose face immediately flushed.
"These are..." She held up a particularly revealing set. "Nova, this barely covers anything."
"That's the point," Nova said with a grin. "Though they're just for private use. For my eyes only."
Luna's blush deepened, but she was smiling. "You're shameless."
"You're beautiful," Nova countered. "And I want to see you in beautiful things."
Luna looked at the lingerie again, her fingers tracing the delicate lace. "I'll... I'll try them later. When I'm feeling brave."
Nova laughed and pulled her into a kiss. "No pressure. Wear what makes you comfortable."
The clothing creation continued. Nova made elegant dresses that would look at home on Earth but seemed impossibly exotic here. Form-fitting outfits that accentuated Luna's figure in ways her loose cultivation robes never had. Even some matching sets for both of them—couples' outfits that made Luna giggle when she saw them.
"Matching hoodies?" Luna held up identical black garments. "Is this a thing couples do in your world?"
"Sometimes," Nova admitted. "It's considered cute."
"It is cute," Luna agreed, already pulling hers on.
They stood side by side, both wearing matching black hoodies, and Nova had to admit—they looked good together.
The fashion show started innocently enough.
Luna wanted to try on everything Nova had created, see how each garment felt and looked. Nova was more than happy to oblige, settling onto the bed to watch as she modeled each outfit.
She started with the casual wear. The first hoodie—the black one she'd already tried—paired with soft shorts. She looked young and carefree in it, nothing like the imposing Sect Leader who struck fear into enemies' hearts.
"Verdict?" Luna asked, doing a little spin.
"Adorable," Nova said honestly. "Though it's strange seeing you look so... normal."
"Normal?"
"Like a regular person instead of an immortal goddess."
Luna smiled and changed into the next outfit. Pajamas this time—soft pants and a loose top in deep purple. She looked cozy and domestic, the kind of image that made Nova's chest tighten with affection.
More outfits followed. Each one revealed different facets of Luna's personality that her cultivation robes had hidden. The elegant dresses made her look sophisticated and refined. The form-fitting clothes showcased her figure in ways that made Nova's mouth go dry. The athletic wear suggested playfulness and energy.
"I love all of these," Luna declared after trying on the tenth outfit. "How did you even design them all?"
"I had help," Nova said mysteriously, tapping his head. "Memories from Earth combined with observations of what would suit you specifically."
Luna's expression softened. "You put thought into this. Into what I'd like."
"Of course I did. I want you to be comfortable and happy."
She crossed the room and kissed him thoroughly. "Thank you. This is... no one's ever done something like this for me before."
"Well, get used to it," Nova said. "I plan to keep doing things for you."
They kissed again, and for a moment, it seemed like the fashion show might end early in favor of other activities.
But then Luna pulled back with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"There's still one set I haven't tried," she said, moving to where the lingerie lay folded on a chair.
Nova's eyebrows rose. "I thought you needed to feel brave first?"
"I feel brave right now." Luna picked up the black lace set—the most daring of the collection—and retreated behind a changing screen Nova had synthesized earlier.
Nova waited, his anticipation building, as sounds of fabric rustling came from behind the screen.
Finally, Luna stepped out.
Nova's brain short-circuited.
The lingerie fit her perfectly—which made sense since he'd synthesized it with her exact measurements in mind. Black lace covered just enough to be legal while revealing enough to be devastating. It accentuated every curve, highlighted her pale skin, made her look like some kind of dark empress from his fantasies.
Luna shifted slightly, suddenly self-conscious under his stare. "Is it... do I look..."
"You look like you're trying to kill me," Nova managed to say. "And it's working."
Luna's confidence returned at his obvious appreciation. She walked toward him slowly, deliberately, with the kind of predatory grace that reminded Nova she was an Early Mahayana cultivator who could destroy mountains with a thought.
"You like it?" she asked, her voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that never failed to affect him.
"Like is a severe understatement."
Luna reached the bed and crawled onto it with feline grace, moving to straddle his lap. "Good. Because I like how you look at me when I wear it."