After Faking Her Death and Escaping, the Junior Sister Fell to the Demonic Path - Chapter 89

After Yan Li left, Zhou Zhixue noticed that her Senior Sister was beginning to be unhappy again.

She was tempted to ask, but observing her Senior Sister’s manner, it wasn’t the look of someone willing to talk.

She could only suppress the doubt in her heart.

This confusion persisted until late in the evening. Because she was preoccupied with figuring out what was making her Senior Sister unhappy, she remained somewhat absentminded.

It wasn’t until later that evening when she was pulled into the bed curtains and pressed down onto the bed by Qin Qingyi that she was still slightly dazed.

“Senior Sister, why are you…”

She was a little surprised and about to ask when she was immediately silenced by Qin Qingyi pressing against her lips.

“Junior Sister, you should be quiet on the bed.”

The candlelight outside the bed curtains flickered, casting a seductive glow on Qin Qingyi’s face.

Zhou Zhixue then realized that she hadn’t concealed her demonic features but had let them out immediately.

Several fiery red tails swished happily and freely behind Qin Qingyi, looking extremely proud as they resembled dancing flames in the candlelight.

It was then that she smelled the strong scent of alcohol on Qin Qingyi, whose face was also frightfully red.

“Senior Sister, did you drink?”

Zhou Zhixue narrowed her eyes and couldn’t help but advise, “Senior Sister, your body has only just recovered, you shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Nonsense.” Qin Qingyi impatiently cut her off.

The fox ears on the top of her head twitched, seemingly trying to shake the tedious words out of her brain.

Her mood was genuinely terrible today, primarily ruined by the news Yan Li had brought.

She had only intended to have a small drink, but she hadn’t expected to get drunk unknowingly.

It must be because the pear blossom wine her Master left her was too sweet, making one unable to resist the temptation—it absolutely wasn’t because she lacked self-control.

Her feigned fierce command for Zhou Zhixue to shut up was simply because she refused to admit she had been greedy and gotten drunk.

Zhou Zhixue silently closed her mouth, looking at Qin Qingyi pressing down on her with a hint of injury, her lowered eyes filled with disappointment.

“Senior Sister is tired of me, now I can’t even say an extra word.”

Seeing Zhou Zhixue use some “tea-like” talk (a term for manipulative or affected speech) she had learned from who knows where to pin an unwarranted crime on her, Qin Qingyi became agitated.

“Don’t speak rubbish.” She suddenly leaned down, her nose practically touching Zhou Zhixue’s nose.

“I am not tired of you, don’t talk nonsense.”

She grumbled with dissatisfaction.

The beautiful face instantly magnified before her eyes. Qin Qingyi’s hazy, drunken fox eyes slowly swept across Zhou Zhixue’s face, from the smooth forehead, tracing down to the ink-like eyebrows, the cold, beautiful eyes, and finally to the perfect red lips.

She reached out to poke the disobedient lips, accusingly saying, “Don’t say things I don’t like to hear.”

She then gestured, “I only drank a tiny bit, a little bit.”

Qin Qingyi deliberately emphasized, seemingly afraid Zhou Zhixue wouldn’t believe her, she used her index finger and thumb to make a “just a little bit” gesture.

Little did she know that her movements were already clumsy with drunkenness, which made her look especially cute in Zhou Zhixue’s eyes.

A faint smile bloomed on Zhou Zhixue’s lips, and she obediently agreed, “Okay, Senior Sister only drank a little bit, I believe Senior Sister.”

Perhaps due to the effect of the alcohol, Qin Qingyi felt a wave of dizziness. She shook her head, and her fox ears twitched along with it.

After a few shakes, she didn’t sober up; instead, her head felt even more muddled.

Seeing her swaying and unable to steady herself, Zhou Zhixue was quick to pull her into her arms, but was then carried into a tumble onto the bed. Fearing she might fall, Zhou Zhixue could only roll with her towards the center of the bed. The two were tightly embraced, even their clothes intertwined, inseparable.

Qin Qingyi was shaken dizzy. Although it didn’t hurt, her mind was in an even bigger mess. She pouted unhappily and stood up again, a hint of temper in her demeanor.

“You are not obedient.”

She accused Zhou Zhixue.

“Junior Sister… In what way am I not obedient?”

Zhou Zhixue was surprised, but when her eyes caught Qin Qingyi’s messy hairpin, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

That laugh became Qin Qingyi’s handle.

Who knows how her drunken mind was working, but she seized the moment when Zhou Zhixue was smiling, reached out, and pinched her mouth, excitedly saying, “The little iceberg smiled.”

Little iceberg?

This somewhat unfamiliar title made Zhou Zhixue confused. She blinked, finally managed to free her mouth from Qin Qingyi’s hand, and fearing she might strike again, she reluctantly restrained her hands.

The silk brocade rope was exceptionally cooperative, quickly tying Qin Qingyi’s hands securely, then tying the other end to the headboard and knotting it, ensuring the person tied up couldn’t break free.

But this posture—with Qin Qingyi’s arms raised high above her head—caused her already messy clothes to be pulled further open. The sash around her waist was long gone, revealing a large expanse of skin on her chest. Under the candlelight, it looked like the finest mutton-fat jade, emitting a soft and delicate glow.

This sight made Zhou Zhixue quite thirsty.

Especially when she heard Qin Qingyi say next:

“Junior Sister, are we going to Dual Cultivate now?”

Saying this, Qin Qingyi generously twisted her body, as if trying to find the most appealing angle.

Everything was extremely stimulating to the nerves.

Zhou Zhixue’s breathing instantly became ragged.

But she still had a question to ask.

“Who is the ‘little iceberg’?”

With a slightly husky voice, Zhou Zhixue flipped over and pressed her beneath her, desperately suppressing the urge to swallow the person beneath her whole. She needed to know who the “little iceberg” in her Senior Sister’s mouth was.

“You don’t even know the little iceberg.”

Qin Qingyi was dissatisfied.

“Junior Sister is unaware, please enlighten me, Senior Sister.” Zhou Zhixue was humble.

Qin Qingyi proudly hummed.

“The little iceberg is naturally my little Junior Sister, who always has a stern and serious expression, completely losing the cuteness she had as a child.”

“She used to follow me around every day, sweetly calling ‘Senior Sister.’ Where is that now? Her attitude toward me is so much worse now, worse than how she treats the outer disciples.”

Qin Qingyi complained incessantly, seemingly wanting to vent all her subtle grievances while drunk.

Especially when speaking of how Zhou Zhixue was always hot and cold, distant and close with her on Ya Cliff Mountain, Qin Qingyi was full of resentment, speaking angrily. Her restrained hands also struggled and swung, clearly showing extreme dissatisfaction with Zhou Zhixue.

Zhou Zhixue raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Was she really that bad?

But at this moment, the focus seemed to have shifted from discussing these matters.

Seeing that Qin Qingyi’s words were becoming increasingly slurred due to the alcohol, Zhou Zhixue knew she was heavily intoxicated.

“Junior Sister, I’m so hot.”

Qin Qingyi mumbled, twisting her body, trying to get closer to Zhou Zhixue.

Zhou Zhixue’s body was cool and comforting to press against.

Zhou Zhixue reached out and placed her hand on Qin Qingyi’s forehead, which was indeed burning hot.

The moment her hand touched her, Qin Qingyi immediately quieted down, closing her eyes comfortably.

“Senior Sister, today is the full moon…”

It was also the day the passion tide was triggered.

Therefore, Dual Cultivation was inevitable today…

Zhou Zhixue leaned down and took the incessantly chattering lips in hers, gently grinding against the teeth, eliciting a disgruntled hum.

“Senior Sister doesn’t like it?”

The husky voice fell into Qin Qingyi’s ear, causing a wave of numbness.

The desperately clinging body answered everything.

Zhou Zhixue chuckled softly and kissed her again.

Senior Sister, with you here, how could I break through my inner demons and remain desireless?

A night of passionate love warmed the tent. When she woke up again, the sun was almost directly overhead.

Qin Qingyi was gently awakened by the sound of sword practice.

It wasn’t that she was woken up by the noise; it was just the time when she should be waking up.

She draped a loose robe around herself and stepped out to see Zhou Zhixue practicing her sword.

The sword art she was practicing was one that Qin Qingyi couldn’t quite understand.

It was probably a sword art of the Path of Emotionless.

It looked rather dull on its own, but Qin Qingyi, intrigued by the unfamiliar sword moves, called out her Flowing White Sword and joined in.

Zhou Zhixue wasn’t surprised by her actions and naturally transitioned from solo practice to joint practice.

The two exchanged moves back and forth, engaging in a lively duel.

The mutual exchange and dismantling of moves benefited both of them.

After the session, Qin Qingyi retracted her sword with satisfaction.

“I want to visit my Martial Aunt today. Would Junior Sister like to come with me?”

She leisurely outlined her plan for the day.

Zhou Zhixue was naturally happy that she wanted to go out.

Since their Master ascended, her Senior Sister had been cooped up in the secret chamber and hadn’t come out to see anyone for many days.

Now that she was willing to leave Hidden Snow Peak, Zhou Zhixue was overjoyed.

“Of course, Junior Sister will accompany Senior Sister.”

She broke into a smile, looking warmer than usual, with a hint of thawing ice and melting snow.

Qin Qingyi gave her an extra glance of surprise but said nothing more.

“You came to see me, is there something you need to say?”

Shangguan Yu did not seem surprised by her arrival.

She had sensed something amiss when Wen Qing ascended that day. Then, her good Martial Niece returned and sealed herself away, only coming to seek her out today. She must have something important to tell her.

“Martial Aunt is truly insightful.” Qin Qingyi complimented her.

“There’s no need for pleasantries. Given our relationship, just speak your mind.”

Shangguan Yu didn’t even lift an eyelid. She sipped the clear tea in her cup, and only after setting the teacup down did she slowly look at Qin Qingyi.

“You didn’t bring your Junior Sister in with you, so I suppose you have things that she should not hear. Now there are only the two of us here, no need to hesitate anymore.”

Saying this, she even reached out and placed another barrier within the already secluded hall.

“With this, it should be considered completely safe.”

Qin Qingyi chuckled, buttering up Shangguan Yu: “Martial Aunt truly plans everything thoroughly.”

Now that it was completely safe, Qin Qingyi finally relaxed. She pondered for a moment before finally speaking:

“The day my Master ascended…”

Outside the hall.

Zhou Zhixue stood guard, completely still.

Although she didn’t know what her Senior Sister wanted to talk about with their Martial Aunt, since her Senior Sister asked her to guard outside, she would guard this place well and not allow anyone to approach.

Until—

A figure suddenly stumbled towards the location not far from the hall entrance.

Zhou Zhixue frowned.

Seeing the person getting closer, she was about to speak, ordering the person to stay away, when she realized it was a familiar face.

“Feng Ying?”

What was she doing here?

Before the question could be asked, Feng Ying saw her.

Like seeing a savior, Feng Ying rushed forward and grabbed Zhou Zhixue’s collar:

“Something happened to Feng Ning!!!”

Supporting Feng Ying with one hand, Zhou Zhixue now noticed that Feng Ying’s face was terribly pale, like paper, and she was shaking all over.

Before she could ask, Feng Ying spoke again: “Ya Cliff Mountain is in trouble! Feng Ning is in danger!”

She was practically screaming hysterically. After saying this, she collapsed onto the ground as if her strength had been drained, but her hand still tightly gripped Zhou Zhixue’s lapel:

“Please, hurry and save her!!!”