Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 6

Ji Weining extended her other hand, which had been hidden in her sleeve, and placed it over Su Jin’an’s. She twisted her body slightly, spreading her fingers to interlock their palms.

“Junior Sister, close your eyes,” Ji Weining said softly.

Su Jin’an didn’t understand what she was up to. Though puzzled, she complied, trusting that her senior sister had no ill intentions, in fact, she had been nothing but kind.

A warm, flowing energy surged toward her. Su Jin’an’s breath hitched as the power traveled from their connected palms, coursing through her meridians like a torrent, cleansing her entire body. When it reached her spine, a tremor ran through her, an indescribable sensation. If she had to put it into words, it would be “pleasurable.” A tingling numbness spread, and certain parts of her body began to ache faintly.

So this was the depth of spiritual power.

Su Jin’an opened her eyes. Her body, washed through by the spiritual energy, felt unsteady. She braced herself with her other hand against the bed, facing Ji Weining, who stood before her, their fingers still entwined.

She lifted her head, her eyes moist, her voice slightly hoarse. “Senior Sister, did you just transfer your spiritual power to me?”

In her understanding, spiritual energy was the lifeblood of cultivators something inseparable from oneself. It could be used, transformed, but never given away. Ji Weining’s actions defied everything she had known. She was different.

“I was cleansing your spiritual bones to make it easier for you to cultivate in the future,” Ji Weining said, releasing her hand and withdrawing it into her sleeve with practiced composure. “Someday, Junior Sister, you’ll be able to do this too, just like me.”

“To have spiritual power as profound as yours, and to transfer it to others?”

“Don’t you want that, Junior Sister?” For cultivators, martial prowess and personal strength were the ultimate goals.

What Su Jin’an had meant to ask was whether Senior Sister had ever transferred spiritual power to anyone else, but the words that left her lips were: “Then, will you transfer spiritual power to me again like today?”

“Hmm!” Ji Weining was momentarily taken aback. She had never experienced having spiritual power transferred to her, though she’d heard it was an intensely pleasurable sensation. Suddenly, she recalled the final line in that book about “transferring spiritual power”, it was often associated with dual cultivation.

It dawned on her then that, in her impulsive desire to showcase her spiritual power to her junior sister, she might have done something somewhat inappropriate. Still, it wasn’t a major issue. According to the book, repeated transfers would significantly boost the recipient’s spiritual power and cultivation. “As long as Junior Sister’s body can endure it, I can transfer spiritual power to you daily in the coming days.”

“If Senior Sister is willing, then I certainly can endure it.” The amount of spiritual energy was negligible to her, but for her junior sister, who had only just begun to experience it today, it was entirely different.

“Senior Sister, I’m a bit tired. I’d like to bathe and rest,” Su Jin’an said, abruptly changing the subject.

“Alright, shall I prepare the water for you?” Ji Weining hadn’t needed to use mortal methods for cleansing in a long time, and she realized it had been ages since she’d done something like this.

Su Jin’an propped herself up, taking a moment to recover as the lingering tingling sensation gradually faded from her body.

Ji Weining fetched several buckets of water and poured them into the bathing tub. The Thousand Spirit Residence was rather remote; otherwise, she would have arranged for a hot spring. Speaking of hot springs, she suddenly remembered there was one on the main peak. She’d have to inquire about it another day. For now, her junior sister would have to make do.

The bathtub sat in the cleansing room, steaming with heat. Su Jin’an walked from her own chamber and stepped inside.

In the humid room, the rising steam misted her cheeks. Su Jin’an dipped her delicate hand into the water to test the temperature, it was a bit too hot for her. “Senior Sister, do you have cold water? It’s rather scalding.”

Ji Weining, still holding the sleeping robes she had prepared for her, handed them over. “I’ll fetch some.”

The courtyard of Qianling Residence was serene, with the bright moon hanging high outside. A breeze carrying a slight chill drifted in as Ji Weining drew a bucket of water from the well.

Su Jin’an had just removed her outer garments, leaving only a thin inner robe hanging loosely on her frame. The hair tie she had casually tied up all day was now undone, leaving her hair slightly disheveled. Her delicate features emerged faintly through the steam, making her appear like an immortal standing amidst the mist. When Ji Weining entered with the water, she saw her standing there just so.

No wonder my junior sister is no ordinary person, she thought. Even if her spiritual power and techniques were lacking, she was still a beauty, the most stunning one Ji Weining had ever laid eyes on.

“My body feels a bit weak. Would you mind adding some water for me?” Su Jin’an spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious like a babbling spring, inadvertently flustering Ji Weining.

Ji Weining stepped forward and poured in some water, then dipped her hand in to check the temperature. Having practiced various rough skills over the years without much care for maintenance, her hands were slightly coarse. She found the water temperature just fine.

“Junior Sister, try it now.”

Su Jin’an swirled her fingers in the water, it no felt scalding to her touch. “It should be fine now.”

“Then I’ll wait outside for you. Call me if you need anything.”

Mortal bodies were ultimately fragile, and Ji Weining couldn’t help but worry. Once her junior sister’s spiritual energy merged with her own, it would surely reshape her physique, preventing her from suffering injuries like before. The memory of their first meeting, when Su Jin’an was badly wounded, still haunted her.

“It’s alright, Senior Sister. I can manage.”

“Junior Sister, you’ve just begun your cultivation journey, your foundation is still unstable. I’m concerned for you.”

“If needed, I could always assist you,” Ji Weining said with a curved smile, her eyes crinkling. She didn’t seem to be joking; it was as if she genuinely wanted to help. Though she had never done such a thing before, if it was for her junior sister, she was willing to give it a try.

But a senior sister was not a personal maid. How could Su Jin’an truly treat her as one?

“Qingheng Mountain is too harsh and cold, unlike the capital cities. Junior Sister, you must be suffering here.” Having traveled abroad in recent years, Ji Weining had gradually realized what a rugged life she used to lead.

Su Jin’an shook her head, smiling gently. “Senior Sister, you’ve been very kind. I don’t feel like I’m suffering at all.”

“Junior Sister, you’re very kind too.” Ji Weining couldn’t resist reaching out to pat her head. Her hair was fine and soft. How understanding she is, Ji Weining mused, feeling rather crude in comparison. There were so many refined tasks in the mortal world that she had never learned.

Ji Weining closed the door and leaned against it outside, tilting her head to gaze at Qingheng Mountain’s clear, bright sky. Stars twinkled in the silent night, and the wind sweeping across the high peaks carried a biting cold. Later, she would need to find an extra blanket for her junior sister.

The night lamp in the room was bright. Su Jin’an bent down to take off her shoes, stepped onto the wooden floor damp with water, and swung one foot into the bucket. From inside, she asked, “Senior Sister, do the disciples of Qingheng Mountain also need to wash themselves like I do?”

Ji Weining, standing outside, explained somewhat idly, “Most disciples with low spiritual power need to.” The Cleansing Spell always consumed a great deal of spiritual energy to control, as it involved manipulating the water present in the air. Only precise control could cleanse an object properly.

The sound of splashing water echoed intermittently from inside. Bored, Ji Weining began to stimulate the peach blossom tree in front of the door. In the study of medicine, one of the skills was to accelerate the growth of herbs. When medicinal supplies were scarce, disciples often resorted to this method. She had always been careless with her spiritual power, using it freely. The entire tree burst into bloom, one blossom after another, swiftly transforming into a vibrant display of flowers.

Ji Weining’s sharp ears caught the sound of footsteps on the floor her junior sister must have finished washing.

The white sleeping robe clung snugly to Su Jin’an’s figure. After slipping on the outer robe Ji Weining had prepared for her, she pushed the door open.

“Junior Sister, you’re done washing.” Ji Weining turned her head and saw that the steam inside had already dissipated, but the ends of her junior sister’s hair were accidentally damp. She reached out and gently rubbed the strands, instantly evaporating the lingering moisture. “It’s cold at night; don’t catch a chill. I’ll fetch a quilt for your room in a moment.”

“Mm,” Su Jin’an replied softly, her expression weary.

“Rest early.” Ji Weining didn’t linger any longer and instructed, “I’ll come back tomorrow to teach you some cultivation techniques.”

“Alright.”

Ji Weining searched her own room for a while but couldn’t find an extra thin quilt, only her own. After a moment’s thought, she decided to bring it over. She didn’t mind going without for now; her junior sister needed it more. She lightly knocked on the door across from hers but received no response. Had her junior sister already fallen asleep? The door was slightly ajar, likely left open for her.

She pushed the half-open door.

Su Jin’an lay with her eyes closed on the bed, partially covered by a light quilt, her breathing even, she was already asleep.

Ji Weining walked over slowly and draped her own quilt over her junior sister, tucking it in securely. With her junior sister’s delicate constitution, catching a cold would be troublesome. She brushed away a few stray strands of hair from her junior sister’s face before leaving contentedly.

She still needed to adjust her junior sister’s clothes, Ji Weining thought, when a sudden pain shot through her mind.

[Please romance your junior sister!]

Ji Weining took half a step back, leaning against her junior sister’s bedside.

[Do not leave your junior sister. Please romance your junior sister!]

What nonsense is this now?!

Ji Weining tried to walk out but was restrained by a force she couldn’t resist, trapping her inside the room.

Was this the power of divine decree under the control of the Heavenly Dao? Only then did Ji Weining realize the severity of the situation. How had she managed to control it before?

She attempted the same method she had used last time to stop it, but it was futile. She tried to sever the connection it had forged with her consciousness, but the excruciating pain generated by her spiritual sense made her grit her teeth.

She tried to walk out again, to step beyond the door, but her body was completely beyond her control. She was trapped inside the room.

[* Please romance your junior sister!]

The divine decree issued another warning!

[Please romance your junior sister!]

“Will you ever stop!” Ji Weining’s voice grew irritable in response to it. If its demands were reasonable, that would be one thing, but it never explained further, what was he supposed to do?

[Please romance your junior sister!]

And if I don’t? Will you kill me?

[Since you already know it is a divine decree, why resist?]

Without giving a reason, how can you expect me to believe you?

[Your junior sister will bring calamity upon the world. Please romance her!]

Over and over, it repeated the same words.

This time, however, as Ji Weining listened to the voice of the divine decree, he felt an inexplicable familiarity, completely different from before. Yet he still couldn’t grasp what it truly wanted him to do.

[Ji Weining, you will die.]

This time, the voice of the divine decree sounded different.

Ji Weining froze, speechless for a long moment, and the foot he had raised to step outside slowly drew back.

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