After Marking The Cold and Aloof Omega Senior - Chapter 1

Once again, Fu Yu had fallen asleep during group meditation.

A senior sister beside her tugged at her sleeve, jolting her awake.

But her consciousness remained trapped in the dream, where someone had just been telling her, “You must like Qing Yao! Otherwise, you’ll die here.”

So, the moment she woke up, she blurted out, “I don’t want to like Qing Yao.”

In the silence atop Jade Screen Mountain, her voice was exceptionally clear, and the distant mountains echoed it back, repeating the words over and over.

Nearly all the senior brothers and sisters meditating there heard it, and a commotion broke out. They chattered like frogs in a spring pond. The little junior sister was in trouble, not only had she dozed off during meditation, but she’d also uttered such nonsense and even dared to address the sect leader by her name. The sect leader was bound to punish her.

The fellow frogs all sighed in pity for the youngest frog in their sect.

Sect Leader Qing Yao sat on the high platform, eyes closed, still maintaining her meditation posture, motionless as if she hadn’t heard Fu Yu’s words at all.

But the noise below grew too loud, and Qing Yao softly commanded, “Silence!”

Only then did the frogs quiet down and resume their meditation.

Fu Yu finally realized what had happened, her eyes darting guiltily toward the high platform.

A senior sister beside her whispered, “Little junior sister, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Yes, what had she said? Damn system! It was all the damn system’s fault!

She cursed inwardly, and the system in her heart heard it clearly, feeling utterly wronged.

[Wah wah, Fu Yu, you’re blaming me! Fu Yu, you’re so ungrateful! You were the one who asked me how to quickly return to the real world.]

Fu Yu: Why is the mission target to make me pursue the sect leader? Look at her, just look at her, that pure, elegant, and transcendent figure, is she someone I can possibly pursue?

[You can.]

Fu Yu: Sometimes I feel like you’re not a system but a matchmaker.

[Fu Yu, have you forgotten my name? I’m the “Step Aside, Let Me Handle That Beauty” system. I’m a romance and matchmaking system, after all.]

Fu Yu: Can you help me switch to an easier target to pursue? I really don’t think I can handle Qing Yao.

[No, no, you spun the wheel yourself and chose Qing Yao. Once chosen, it cannot be changed.]

Fu Yu recalled one month ago when, as an overworked office worker, she was walking home after work as usual, listening to a novel through her earphones. Distracted, she ran a red light and was hit by a car, then suddenly found herself transported into the very novel she had been listening to. To make matters worse, she ended up bound to this matchmaking-obsessed system and, under its persuasion, spun the “CP Match-Up” wheel, binding herself to a mission: to pursue Qing Yao, the only female cultivator in the novel to achieve enlightenment and ascend to the higher realm in nearly a thousand years.

Qing Yao was not the protagonist of the novel but the master of the female lead.

As a supporting character, the author didn’t spend much time on her, usually portraying Qing Yao through third-person perspectives, yet she was crafted as a godlike existence.

As the first to ascend in a millennium, Qing Yao was born with a pure and flawless heart, a natural prodigy for the Path of Emotionless Cultivation. She lived without delusion or obsession, ultimately achieving enlightenment and ascending.

At the same time, as the number one beauty in the Guiyuan Realm, Qing Yao naturally never lacked admirers. However, her dedication to the Dao was unwavering, and all who fell for her ended up heartbroken, some even remaining unmarried and alone for life because of her.

Even so, Qing Yao had never been the slightest bit moved by worldly affairs.

In everyone’s eyes, she was like a stone untouched by mortal concerns, albeit an exceptionally beautiful one.

If Fu Yu hadn’t already listened to most of the book, she might have believed that Qing Yao’s mind and body were truly different from ordinary people’s.

In reality, however, Qing Yao had also encountered difficulties during her long cultivation journey. For her, the greatest obstacle in her practice was her identity as a Flower Person.

What was a Flower Person? This was actually a private setting by the author of this novel. The book was set in an ancient fantasy world with an ABO framework. To avoid using alphabetic terms in an ancient setting, the author renamed the ABO categories: Alphas were called Leaf People, Betas were called Wood People, and Omegas were called Flower People. The casual naming style: Leaf, Wood, Flower, revealed that the author was someone with a rather careless way of thinking.

As a Flower Person, she naturally had her flowering season. When this season arrived, Flower People would often become somewhat “delicate and helpless.” Even someone as aloof and detached as Qing Yao couldn’t avoid struggling to suppress her most primal needs and desires.

Of course, even during her flowering season, Qing Yao had never broken the cultivation method of the Path of Emotionlessness.

So, trying to win over Qing Yao? What a joke! it was an impossible mission. Moreover, Fu Yu had transmigrated into a character who didn’t even have a name.

“Yuping Peak’s Guiyu Sect had a total of 108 inner disciples. Qing Yao was the head disciple and later inherited the legacy of Master Xuanyi, becoming the sect leader of Guiyu.” This was the only place in the original text where Fu Yu’s original body was mentioned.

Where exactly did it appear? In the phrase “a total of 108 people.” Fu Yu had transmigrated into the 108th person, the youngest junior sister in the sect, with no name and no role in the plot.

After Fu Yu transmigrated into this character, she kept her original name.

Fu Yu thought to herself: Xiao Mei, I might as well just slack off. At worst, I won’t return to my original world. I think it’s pretty nice here.

The system named Xiao Mei spoke in her mind: But if you fail to complete the mission within the time limit, you’ll die here.

Fu Yu thought about the deadline, six months, now only five months left, and said dejectedly: Then let me die. It’s not like I haven’t died once already.

Fu Yu, don’t be afraid. You haven’t even tried yet. Give it a shot, maybe it’s not as difficult as you think.

Fu Yu looked up at the high platform again. The woman seated there was deep in meditation, her expression cold and solemn, like an immortal statue. Her black hair, contrasting with her white robes, was lifted by the wind atop Yuping Peak, making her appear even more ethereal and transcendent, as if she might ascend to immortality at any moment.

Fu Yu withdrew her gaze and thought, Forget it. I’d rather just wait for death.

After all, no one could make an emotionless immortal fall in love.

When the morning meditation session ended, Qing Yao said, “You may disperse.”

The disciples below the platform rose one after another, forming small groups as they mounted their swords and flew down the mountain.

Fu Yu stood up. She still hadn’t learned how to ride a sword and was about to ask a senior sister for a ride when Qing Yao on the platform called out to her: “Fu Yu, you were distracted during today’s meditation. Return and report to the Wugou Hall for punishment.”

Fu Yu felt incredibly unlucky. The senior sisters nearby cast sympathetic glances her way.

After descending the mountain, Fu Yu obediently went to Wugou Hall and knelt before the tablets of the sect’s ancestors. The hall’s supervising senior sister, You Li, brought over a basin of beans.

There were green beans, red beans, and soybeans. Fu Yu, with practiced ease, took You Li’s basin and chopsticks and began sorting them one by one.

Senior Sister You Li crouched beside her and asked, “What rule did you break this time?”

While sorting the beans, Fu Yu replied, “I lost focus during meditation.”

You Li said, “Generally speaking, as long as your meditation posture is correct and you don’t disturb the other senior brothers and sisters, the sect leader would usually turn a blind eye if you sneakily let your mind wander. Unless… your distraction was a bit too obvious.”

Fu Yu poked around in the bean basin with her chopsticks. “It was indeed a bit too obvious.”

You Li leaned in closer. “Tell me, how obvious was it?”

Fu Yu sighed. “It’s nothing much, really. I just said something in my sleep during meditation.”

You Li asked, “Was it loud? What did you say? Our sect leader is usually quite tolerant. Logically, she wouldn’t punish you for something said in your sleep.”

Fu Yu thought back to the echoing effect in the mountains and the content of her words, feeling so embarrassed her face flushed red. “I… I just said… I don’t like the sect leader… I was talking in my sleep, so it was unintentional.”

You Li was somewhat shocked. “What? In front of everyone?” She then burst into laughter. “Well, I’ve lived long enough to see it all. I’ve only ever heard people confess their feelings to Qing Yao, but never heard anyone say they don’t like her.”

Fu Yu hung her head dejectedly.

You Li comforted her, “It’s nothing. The sect leader is very understanding. She won’t hold a grudge over something like this. Besides, after today, you won’t see her for a whole month, so you can rest easy.”

Fu Yu was surprised. “I won’t see her for a month?”

You Li sighed and sat down on the ground, conjuring an apple to munch on casually. “Ah, yes. She’s going into seclusion. For the next month, I’ll be stuck handling all the miscellaneous tasks in the sect on her behalf. It’s going to be tough.”

Fu Yu asked curiously, “Why is the sect leader going into seclusion for a month?”

You Li glanced at her. “Well…” she said mysteriously, “I can’t say. The sect leader has important matters to attend to.”

Important matters? A whole month? A thought crossed Fu Yu’s mind. Could it be that Qing Yao’s flowering period had arrived? The original book never mentioned how Qing Yao endured her flowering period, only stating that she never broke her cultivation of the emotionless path until her ascension. Perhaps she relied on secluded meditation to get through it.

Fu Yu sorted beans until midnight and finally finished, utterly exhausted. She returned to her room and collapsed onto her bed like a lifeless salted fish.

Just then, Xiao Mei started chattering in her mind again.

[Fu Yu, it’s time for the periodic prize quiz! Get ready to answer the question!]

Fu Yu: Can you just let me be? I work all day and now I have to do quizzes at night? How much are you paying me?

[Question: How long have you been in this world?]

Wasn’t this a freebie? Fu Yu answered casually: One month.

[Congratulations, Fu Yu, for answering correctly! You’ve earned a one-time plot advancement opportunity to help you quickly enter the main storyline!]

Fu Yu: Huh?

[Are you ready?]

Fu Yu: Hey, wait, wait, wait! what main storyline?

Before she could even finish her “Huh,” Fu Yu felt a weightless sensation, as if an elevator were plummeting downward. When she landed, the surroundings abruptly changed.

That damned Xiao Mei had teleported her to the wilderness. But what was the point of bringing her here in the middle of the night?

Moreover, she was thrown into a pond. The water only reached her knees, but it was so cold that she hopped about frantically. By the moonlight, she spotted the nearby embankment and hurriedly climbed out.

She quickly cast a warming spell to dry herself off.

Fu Yu: “Damn you, Xiao Mei! Where’s the main storyline? Where is it? If you don’t give me a clear answer today, I’ll jump off a cliff tomorrow and take you down with me!”

Xiao Mei didn’t respond. Immediately after, she caught a strong, intoxicating fragrance, very much like the scent of snow blossoms, cold yet richly fragrant.

Fu Yu had never smelled such a delightful floral scent before. Even the most high-end perfumes from her previous life couldn’t compare to this aroma in the slightest.

Fu Yu: “What is this smell?”

[The scent of pheromones.]

Pheromones? Fu Yu was stunned. Who? Whose pheromones were these?

She followed the scent along the shore.

Before she knew it, she arrived at the entrance of a cave.

Just as she was about to step inside, a cold and wary woman’s voice suddenly echoed from within the cave: “Who’s there?”