Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 63

“Is your name just Jin’an?” Ji Weining asked.

Jin’an replied, “Yes. I have no home, no family, and no attachments. The person who found me said that when she picked me up, two characters Jin’an were embroidered on my chest.”

“Later, she led me into the demonic path. Now, she has lost her sanity and died.” As Jin’an spoke, her eyes curved into a smile, as if she cared about nothing whether that person lived or died, or even the world itself.

“In that case, come back to my sect with me. I’ll help you cleanse the demonic energy.”

“Alright.” Jin’an laughed.

It was the first time Ji Weining had seen such a beautiful girl. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the grime from Jin’an’s face. As the dirt was cleared away, she found herself growing fonder of that face. Having learned much from Mu Chanjuan, she immediately noticed the exquisite bone structure, the finest she had ever seen. The face was flawless, like a porcelain doll.

Having studied under Mu Chanjuan for so long, this was the first time she had encountered such perfect bones. She truly had been driven mad by her teachings. On second thought, another reason was that she had stayed in the Divine Realm for too long everything outside felt new and fascinating to her.

“Shall I carry you?”

“You sure?”

Only then did Jin’an show a flicker of emotion, reluctant to be carried but unexpectedly offering an explanation: “I’m afraid I’ll dirty you.”

“It’s all clean now.” Ji Weining understood her meaning but didn’t mind. She held up the handkerchief she had used to wipe Jin’an’s face, the white cloth now stained with black smudges but Jin’an’s face was clean. Unable to resist, Ji Weining reached out and stroked her jet-black hair.

It was soft and smooth, no different from a mortal’s, and just as lovely. She liked it very much.

Like, like, like.

An intense, almost frantic adoration for her surged within.

Jin’an’s gaze toward her was also unusual. Everyone else saw demonic energy as something filthy, but Ji Weining’s eyes were different, she treated Jin’an like an ordinary person.

While Jin’an was still lost in thought, Ji Weining noticed a withered flower on the ground. She crouched down, rummaged through her Qiankun bag, and pulled out a small bottle, sprinkling some water on it. The water was rootless rainwater she had collected earlier water from the heavens, most suitable for irrigating this desert.

The desert was a result of demonic energy. Would it ever recover? Would the demonic energy one day dissipate? She knew clearly it would not. Instead, having someone who could suppress the demonic energy was the best option. The mortal realm needed such a person.

Jin’an, puzzled, tugged at the hem of her clothes. When Ji Weining looked over, she asked, “Why water this flower? Wouldn’t it be better to let it follow its natural course, to live or die as it may?”

“This is water that can make it better.” Ji Weining shook the bottle in her hand, stood up, and continued, “Soon, it will bloom, scatter its seeds, and cover this place with flowers.”

“Cover this place?” Jin’an repeated the words dazedly.

Ji Weining replied, “Yes, and when the flowers bloom, it will be incredibly beautiful.”

“Everyone will love all of this.”

Love all these symbols of beauty.

Jin’an still seemed not to fully grasp her words, murmuring softly, “Love all of this?”

“Indeed, these are the most beautiful scenes in the mortal world.” Ji Weining hadn’t expected that someone might never have seen such sights before, and her gaze toward the girl softened with even more affection.

She channeled her spiritual power, gathering it into a painted scroll that depicted a landscape of blooming mountain flowers. As the image unfolded before Su Jin’an, Ji Weining, usually composed, seemed to transform into a child proudly showing off her creation. “Isn’t it lovely?”

“Mm.” Of course, this “child” received no effusive praise only a simple, understated response.

Ji Weining’s hand, still holding the scroll, paused. “Do you not like it?”

Could someone truly not appreciate such beauty?

Seeing that the girl showed no reaction at all and even forced a smile, Ji Weining felt a pang of embarrassment. After a moment’s thought, she finally said, “But there’s no rule that says everyone must like it.”

Jin’an’s expression remained as calm as still water, utterly unmoved. Though she clearly didn’t care for it, she hesitated before replying, “I like it.”

“Have you decided?” Returning to the original question whether she would go back to Qingheng Mountain with her, whether she would let Ji Weining carry her back to Qingheng Mountain.

Jin’an nodded quickly, much more decisively than before. “Mm.”

Ji Weining wrapped an arm around her waist, and this time, Jin’an didn’t resist. She allowed herself to be lifted onto a green bamboo flute.

Jin’an was surprised by the flute, she hadn’t expected such an object to carry people. But as she stepped onto it, she noticed a flat platform-like surface supporting them, surrounded by the flowing sleeves of Ji Weining’s green robe. She asked, “Why is everything you own green?”

Her clothing, her hairpin, even her magical tools, all were green.

Standing behind her with an arm still around her waist, Ji Weining leaned close to her ear, the wind brushing past as she answered, “Because green symbolizes vitality. Think about it when all things are born, aren’t they full of life? And at that moment, aren’t they mostly green? The birth of all things begins with green.”

After a long silence with no response, the person in her arms seemed taken aback by her explanation.

She murmured softly, “And I am the one who can make all things begin anew.”

Her words drifted away with the wind, and she couldn’t tell if the girl in her arms had heard them. All she heard was the next question: “So, you really love the beginning of all things?”

“Yes.” Ji Weining sighed.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come here to deal with this demonic energy. She didn’t want to watch these things slowly consumed by the malevolent force; she wanted to see them thrive with vitality.

Ji Weining flew swiftly, no one here could match her speed. The skills she had cultivated in the divine realm were hers to wield for a lifetime.

Jin’an looked down at the mountain ranges below, where faint characters were inscribed on the layered steps. The distance was still too great for her to make out the words clearly. She turned her head and asked, “Is this your sect?”

“Yes, this is my sect.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

At that moment, Qingheng Mountain was lush and verdant, a stark contrast to the demonic lair they had just left.

“Sister Weining, why have you brought someone back with you?”

Ji Weining replied, “I found her and want our master to take her in.”

“The Grand Elder hasn’t emerged yet.”

Mu Chanjuan had only ever taken one disciple her.

“Do you often pick up junior sisters like this?” Jin’an asked upon hearing this.

“How could our senior sister possibly go around picking up junior sisters everywhere? You’re the first person she’s ever brought back.”

“The first picked up person?” Jin’an released her hand, looking around as Ji Weining had directly brought her to the sect’s main gate.

“You just left that child with the sect leader. The leader was busy for days trying to pacify that little ancestor.”

“Mm.”

She would never forget that night when she was disturbed by the noise, never.

“Counting the time, our master will be out in another two weeks. For now, you’ll just come stay with me at the Thousand Spirits Residence.”

It was no surprise that she was the only one living at the Thousand Spirits Residence even Mu Chanjuan rarely stayed there.

As she was pulling Jin’an toward the Thousand Spirits Residence, they overheard voices.

“How did someone with such mediocre magical power become Elder Mu’s only disciple? And now she even dares to bring back someone with no magical power at all?”

“You dare say such things?” Before Ji Weining had even walked far, those nearby looked at him, certain he was finished.

Though Ji Weining remained silent, she had clearly heard. With a flick of magic, the person instantly soared into the sky.

He was most afraid of heights even a little elevation was agony for him. Staying at Qingheng Mountain had already required overcoming his fear for a long time, and now, suspended in the air, that feeling returned. He quickly begged for mercy: “I was wrong, I was really wrong.”

“Please forgive me.”

“Senior Sister Weining, I was wrong.”

He wailed uncontrollably in the air, but Ji Weining remained unmoved. “The one you should apologize to isn’t me.”

After hesitating for a long time, he looked toward Jin’an beside Ji Weining.

“I was wrong.”

His crying was chaotic and somewhat comical.

“Go on, and don’t speak like that again in the future.”

“Senior sister is right to scold me.”

“Senior Sister Ji may not have strong spiritual power, and she doesn’t do much in the sect, but she’s still stronger than you.” She glared at him, deeply sympathizing with his earlier behavior.

“What about compared to Senior Sister Su Jia?”

The person didn’t reply.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Weining brought Jin’an to the Thousand Spirits Residence.

“This is the Thousand Spirits Residence. From now on, you’ll live with me in this courtyard, alright?”

“Later, I’ll check on your demonic energy.”

For now, she still needed to prepare some medicinal herbs to assist. Previously, she had always believed spiritual power could solve everything, but now, using herbs as support seemed like a good alternative.

By evening, Ji Weining had brought over a pile of herbs from who knows where, intending to use them all on Jin’an.

She brought out the refined medicine and said to her, “Try it?”

“Alright.” Jin’an reached out to take it.

Ji Weining didn’t notice her movement and said directly, “Take off your clothes.”

“Take them off?” Jin’an looked somewhat shy. After all, she was essentially just a young girl, so it was natural to feel a bit embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen many bodies. I just need to check the demonic energy on you.”

“Alright.” Su Jin’an began to remove her dirty clothes layer by layer. Looking at her grimy garments, Ji Weining wondered where those clothes had come from they were so dirty, without a single clean piece.

Ji Weining started sprinkling the medicine into the water. As Su Jin’an’s body was fully revealed before her, she unexpectedly found herself lost in thought.

She seems to have feelings for her. Her own face felt hot, a sensation entirely different from looking at anyone else’s body, just like what was described in those storybooks.

But she couldn’t allow this. Once these tasks were completed, her mission would come to an end. From then on, she would return to the divine oracle, becoming a deity who arranges the world in perfect order, never showing favoritism to anyone. She would likely forget her.

“Let’s begin.” After undressing, she turned her head upon noticing Ji Weining’s lack of response.

“Get in.”

Su Jin’an followed her instructions and stepped into the wooden tub. Steam began to rise, and the demonic energy within her body stirred, filling her veins with a familiar, swelling sensation.

Ji Weining began setting up the array and brought over the prepared medicinal brew. “This is a decoction to expel the demonic energy.”

“However, after drinking it, you’ll fall unconscious.” Ji Weining watched as Su Jin’an drank the medicine without hesitation, she actually trusted her this much.

That body was as pure as her face.

So beautiful.

She leaned against the side of the tub and closed her eyes.

Ji Weining began to activate the array, adding a few drops of her own blood.

The moment the wound was made, she flinched.

Indeed it still hurt so much.

If her blood weren’t useful, she wouldn’t have to endure this pain. At least here, no one could truly harm her, she was confident in that, as ancient arrays were not something just anyone could master.

[Are you going to continue?]

[You’ve always been the most afraid of pain. Why are you so willing now?]

“I don’t know. I’m just willing. I want to see them all grow up safe and sound, not suffer so much because of the demonic energy.”

Ji Weining answered without hesitation.

[Once the mission is over, you’ll disappear. Is it worth it?]

“You like it too, or else you wouldn’t have sent me here.” Ji Weining revealed a proud smile.

[Being human is wonderful.]

She added another remark.

“Otherwise, would you want me to become human?”

Ji Weining knew herself and understood herself.

They were, after all, one and the same.

No one understood each other better, whether as a deity or as a mortal.

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