Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 50

Ji Weining channeled her spiritual energy, striking repeatedly, yet nothing changed.

She took a deep breath and threw her body against the barrier. Desperately, she cried out the name: “Su Jin’an.”

“Su Jin’an!”

She longed to hear a response, but none came.

Ji Weining continued to pound the ice with her elbows, but there was still no reaction.

“Junior Sister!”

Her heart raced violently, her hands trembling slightly, reddened from the cold of the ice something that hadn’t harmed her in a long time.

“Junior Sister!”

She called out again, unsure how thick the ice was, unable to hear if there was any response from the other side.

Fearing her voice wasn’t loud enough, she shouted once more, “Su Jin’an.”

She had lost count of how many times she had called out. Her voice grew hoarse, yet there was still no reply. Fear began to set in. The cold seemed to intensify, and she worried how her delicate junior sister could endure it.

Gathering her spiritual energy in her hands, she concentrated all her power and unleashed it in an explosion. The thick ice showed a slight tremor, so she continued.

Spiritual energy was abundant within her, but in these secret realms, it was a scarce resource. She didn’t know if it would be enough, but she couldn’t afford to hesitate.

“Junior Sister.”

Ji Weining’s hands were frostbitten and red, her entire face flushed.

Finally, she heard Su Jin’an’s voice: “I’m here.”

Her anxious heart began to settle.

She said she was here.

She was still here.

“Are you okay?” Ji Weining asked.

This time, there was no response.

She touched the ice, it was melting.

Seizing the opportunity, she gathered her spiritual energy again. Like a sharp sword, it pierced through the ice layer, and at last, she saw Su Jin’an sitting inside, surrounded by flames.

“Senior Sister, don’t come closer,” Su Jin’an’s voice was hoarse as she whispered, “The seal has broken.”

Ignoring her, Ji Weining stepped forward and embraced her.

The spiritual flames burning around Su Jin’an scorched Ji Weining’s skin, and her protective robes were singed, full of holes.

The ice reformed, trapping both of them inside.

“Get out. You go first.”

“We leave together,” Ji Weining insisted stubbornly. She tried to lift Su Jin’an but found her rooted in place, held by the formation beneath.

“Why? Why won’t you leave?”

Su Jin’an spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her clothes.

Flames surged toward Ji Weining.

Quickly, Ji Weining set up a water formation, extinguishing the fire.

“Senior Sister, I can’t control it anymore,” Su Jin’an’s voice was weak and pale.

Flames continued to pour relentlessly from Su Jin’an’s body, and Ji Weining doused them again and again.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”

“Senior Sister, defend yourself.”

Su Jin’an didn’t listen. She didn’t want to continue like this. She slit her hand, letting blood flow from her body. With her finger, she traced a formation in the air. She didn’t know why she was drawing it, but the pattern surfaced in her mind.

The seal within her body shattered, and Ji Weining rushed over, activating the defensive formation to hold her.

But it was futile.

The damage caused by Su Jin’an had blasted apart the ice mountain, shattering the illusion along with it.

Su Jin’an collapsed just like that, in Ji Weining’s embrace. She reached out a hand, using water to wipe away the grime on her face.

Her hairpin had come loose, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she lifted Su Jin’an by the waist and carried her forward.

Zhao Mu felt the surrounding cold recede and removed the enchanted robe she had been using to ward off the chill. She sneezed several times before turning to Zhao Xi beside her and asking, “Has the secret realm been broken?”

“No, it exploded,” Zhao Xi replied, raising her hand to gauge the temperature in the air.

Zhao Xi stood up and surveyed their surroundings. It seemed they were about to enter the next illusion.

“What about Senior Sister Weining and the others?” Lu Mingzhu also stood up, shaking off the lingering chill in her body. She hopped a few times and looked around but saw no trace of the two.

Zhao Xi shook her head. “I don’t know.”

She wasn’t tasked with accompanying them. Her orders from Ji Weining were simply to keep an eye on the others and ensure they didn’t die.

“Maybe they went back,” Zhao Mu remarked. Amid the extreme cold, a few more people had untied their ropes and left. Only four remained in the ongoing competition: Zhao Mu, Lu Mingzhu, Sun Yan, and the eldest daughter of the Ding family, Ding Yun.

Sun Yan sighed with emotion. “We actually survived another secret realm.”

No one had expected it. They had all emerged, their expressions dazed and disoriented.

“Yeah, that was fast.”

The champion would emerge from among them.

Lu Mingzhu turned to Zhao Mu and asked, “Senior Sister Zhao Mu, are you determined to win the championship?”

“Junior Sister Mingzhu, you’re so naive to ask such a question,” Ding Yun glanced at her and chuckled. “If Senior Sister Zhao Mu didn’t need it, she wouldn’t have bothered participating in this round.”

With little time left, the final showdown would take place in the next illusion. Each of them began to harbor their own hidden agendas.

“Senior Sister Zhao Xi, why don’t we split up?” Ding Yun suggested.

If they didn’t separate, she feared it would be difficult to find new opportunities to secure her chance to enter the Qingling Cave.

“It’s too dangerous. We can’t,” Zhao Xi immediately shook her head.

“Senior Sister Zhao Xi, you should focus on taking care of yourself,” Ding Yun retorted. She was far from obedient. With a wave of her hand, she activated some unknown magical tool and vanished from their sight.

Zhao Mu, familiar with Ding Yun’s temperament, tugged at Zhao Xi’s sleeve to stop her from pursuing. She leaned closer and said, “Sister, that’s just how she is. Her family gave her plenty of magical tools. She’ll be fine.”

“I’ll go check on her. The rest of you stay here. Take these defensive talismans from the sect leader.” Without another word, Zhao Xi pulled out the magical tools from her pouch and left them with the three.

Zhao Mu, her mind preoccupied with Ding Yun, asked blankly, “But what about you, Senior Sister?”

“I’ll be fine.” With those words, Zhao Xi disappeared before their eyes, chasing after Ding Yun.

“The illusion has begun,” Ji Weining observed, watching as the sky around them shifted colors once more.

This time, they were in some kind of temple?

Ji Weining wasn’t entirely sure, but based on their surroundings, it did seem to be a temple though she couldn’t tell what kind.

Su Jin’an had not yet awakened. Ji Weining channeled spiritual energy into her body, which felt completely empty inside. If it weren’t for her presence and the protective artifacts left by Mu Chanjuan that had preserved Su Jin’an’s life, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Spiritual energy gradually filled Su Jin’an’s body. Only when the illusion stabilized did she finally open her eyes.

“Where is this?” Su Jin’an was somewhat dazed, her memories slightly muddled.

Ji Weining explained to her, “We are still in the illusion. This is the sixth round.”

It was also one of the final rounds that would determine the outcome, but at that moment, Ji Weining felt that merely staying alive was enough, nothing else mattered.

Just as they exchanged a few words, it seemed as though they had inadvertently triggered some sensitive point in the illusion. A wave of sandalwood fragrance assaulted them. Ji Weining met Su Jin’an’s gaze and immediately tried to cover her nose to avoid the scent, but before she could even touch her, both of them collapsed unconscious to the ground.

“Senior Sister, Senior Sister.” Ji Weining felt someone gently stroking her face, a sensation that tickled slightly.

“Junior Sister.” She opened her eyes and looked down to see it was indeed her junior sister.

But, hadn’t she just fainted? She couldn’t quite recall.

Her vision gradually cleared. The person before her wore only a sheer white gauze or perhaps it was merely draped over her revealing glimpses of what lay beneath, strikingly similar to that enchanted robe.

“Senior Sister, I feel so unwell.”

She nestled in her embrace, rubbing against her body. Ji Weining felt a sticky dampness on her leg.

Her mind went blank for a moment. Noticing her hands, she was startled, why were they bound? Had she done it herself?

Why couldn’t she remember anything?

Her hands, as if not her own, reached out to remove the delicate gauze from the other’s body.

“I will make sure Junior Sister feels better.” Ji Weining leaned in and nibbled on her ear.

“Don’t bite there.”

She clearly heard Su Jin’an’s coquettish protest. Su Jin’an squirmed in her embrace, her softness brushing against her.

Ji Weining trailed moist kisses along her cheek, capturing her lips and allowing her tongue to delve into her mouth, savoring her taste repeatedly.

Searching for what she desired within her, one hand cradled the back of her head while the other grasped her bound hands, lifting them overhead before pressing her down. After what felt like an eternity of tasting, she finally sensed a hint of sweetness and slowly released her hold.

Beneath them was a soft fur mat, as plush as a bed. Su Jin’an’s hands remained bound, pressed against the floor by Ji Weining in the chaos. A closer look revealed demon-repelling patterns etched into the surface.

What had happened to Su Jin’an before her?

The air was thick with heat.

Ji Weining pinned down her legs, clearly seeing demonic patterns emerging all over her body.

“Am I very ugly now?” she panted, her eyes glistening as she gazed at her.

Ji Weining brushed aside her hair, caressed her cheek, and traced her fingertips over her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, her jaw, and finally her lips, now stained crimson as if painted with rouge from their kisses.

“What does Junior Sister consider ugly?”

Ugliness and beauty were far too subjective; she didn’t know how to judge.

Ji Weining simply told her, “I only know that no matter what, Junior Sister is beautiful.”

Because she loved her, she didn’t care how others might perceive her as ugly or beautiful, it had nothing to do with her. All that mattered was her.

“It’s hideous.” Turning sideways, she faced a bronze mirror. Her body was covered in demonic patterns, and she had no idea when they would spread all over.

“Who said you were ugly?”

With her around, who would dare call her ugly?

She had bet right, no one dared. No matter the circumstances, as long as she was there, she would never let her suffer any grievance.

Su Jin’an tugged at the corner of her robe, pulling her hand downward.

“You want it?”

Ji Weining’s other hand was still tracing the lines of her body, tickling her until she began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Stop playing around.” Ji Weining’s voice trembled with a sob.

Ji Weining leaned down again, licking away the tear about to fall from the corner of her eye. Salty, it stimulated her taste buds, reminding her to get serious.

“Where would you like me to start, little sister?”

Her fingertip began tracing circles like an ink wash painting.

“Here?”

“Or here?”

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