Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 66

Loving someone this was something she, as a deity, had never imagined. Stripped of worldly desires, she was destined to be this way, but as the condition for her becoming a deity to protect the world, it was worth it to her.

Thinking this, she knew her heart had already begun to tilt. She no longer knew whether the answer to this question was truly worth it or not.

Returning from a state of desire to her human self, her balance had shifted. This was an emotion she, as a deity, should never have experienced.

She covered her face.

Finally, she sat up, bracing herself against the cold, immortal-stone floor of the divine hall, and rose to her feet with bent knees.

Returning to the high platform of the divine hall, she listened to the voices of the mortal realm. The surroundings grew increasingly noisy, one voice after another reaching her ears. Day after day, it made her feel weary and exhausted, but when she saw the scattered lights of the mortal world, her fatigue faded once again.

She ascended further to the Immortal Spirit Platform, where the laws of this realm resided undamaged, everything intact and whole.

The morning light filtered through the oil-paper window, illuminating the room brightly. Ji Weining woke up in bed and clearly saw the person in her arms Jin’an, whom she had held as she fell asleep last night, now lying comfortably against her.

The mortal body was truly too fragile. Her arm had gone numb.

Ji Weining flexed her hand, curling her fingers into her palm and then releasing them. Slowly, she channeled spiritual energy to restore the numb meridians, and only then did she begin to feel better.

Through her inner consciousness, she observed the nascent soul within her body still too weak. Perhaps she should consider advancing her spiritual power further.

She used her other hand to support Jin’an’s head, allowing the arm pinned beneath her neck to slip free. Just as she was about to shake her hand again, the person beside her opened her eyes without warning.

“Weining, I heard you were looking for me?”

Mu Chanjuan’s voice came from outside the door. Why was she out? Wasn’t she still in seclusion?

Ji Weining swiftly cast a spell, sending a charm toward the door that instantly made it impossible to push open from the outside.

“Why won’t it open?” Mu Chanjuan stared at the door in confusion, quickly noticing the talisman on it. It was definitely not something Ji Weining should know. She had never studied such things, usually only learning about medicinal herbs under her guidance and even then, not with much apparent talent. How could she possibly know this?

“Please wait a moment, Master. Don’t come in yet.”

In her bed lay herself and Jin’an, both in sleeping attire. There was no way she could let Mu Chanjuan see this. Mu Chanjuan was merely her master, she absolutely could not be allowed to witness this.

“Are you alright?” Mu Chanjuan halted the flow of spiritual energy she had begun to gather to break the barrier, a thought sprouting in her mind: Ji Weining had been secretly learning behind her back.

She claimed not to care if others surpassed her, this senior sister, but deep down, she did care, didn’t she? If Ji Weining had been determined enough to learn even her poison arts, none of this would have happened.

The child she had watched grow up seemed to have matured.

Mu Chanjuan abandoned the idea of pushing the door open. After all, the spell was so simple that she could easily break it, but she didn’t want to do that. She hoped Ji Weining could experience these things properly.

“I’m fine.”

Ji Weining’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

“Is your master outside?”

“Yes.”

At the same time, Ji Weining cast a soundproofing spell. She absolutely couldn’t let Mu Chanjuan hear what was inside. These spells were things she had been required to learn back in the divine realm.

Hearing Jin’an’s words, she realized it was only natural for there to be a girl in her room. If Mu Chanjuan hadn’t asked her to check on that child, she wouldn’t have met Jin’an, the one who had captured her heart.

But wasn’t she supposed to introduce Jin’an to Mu Chanjuan now?

Ji Weining stopped her train of thought and quickly came back to her senses.

Right, she was going to introduce Jin’an to Mu Chanjuan and have her take Jin’an as a disciple.

Based on her observations, the reason Mu Chanjuan had taken her as a disciple was because she felt they had a connection. So, how could she make Mu Chanjuan feel the same way about Jin’an?

Ji Weining pondered the question.

Forget it, she’d let them meet first and figure it out later.

After careful consideration, she decided to change Jin’an’s clothes first.

Her own clothes were a bit too big for Jin’an, though it was mainly the skirt that was longer. However, the chest area was a little tight. Ji Weining couldn’t help but glance down at her own chest, recalling how Jin’an had rested against it the previous night.

But it should be wearable, right? Well, it would have to do.

Ji Weining took out a cloak and draped it over Jin’an’s shoulders. With a flick of her hand, she used magic to instantly tie up Jin’an’s hair.

“Beautiful.”

Come to think of it, this seemed to be the first time she had seen Jin’an with her hair completely tied up, her entire face exposed and fully visible.

It made her unable to help but want to draw closer, just a little bit closer.

Once Jin’an was dressed, Ji Weining opened the door.

Outside, Mu Chanjuan had conjured a chair with magic and was sitting in front of the door, waiting for her to come out. She lifted her gaze and saw Ji Weining emerge with someone in tow.

Without even looking, Ji Weining knew Mu Chanjuan was utterly shocked. Mu Chanjuan blinked, rubbed her eyes, stood up quickly, and moved closer.

“This is the girl I brought back. Her name is Jin’an.”

Jin’an showed no interest in Mu Chanjuan, but Mu Chanjuan leaned in to examine her face.

Finally, Mu Chanjuan uttered two words: “How peculiar.”

It was peculiar because of Ji Weining, and even more so because Ji Weining had brought Jin’an back.

“This is the first time I’ve seen Weining bring someone back. I’m her master. How about becoming my disciple?”

Ji Weining had been planning to make the request herself, but she hadn’t expected Mu Chanjuan to beat her to it.

“Alright,” Jin’an replied calmly.

Just like that, it was decided?

“Jin’an, where are you from? What do you like?”

“I have no home, and there’s nothing I particularly like.”

Ji Weining watched the strange atmosphere between the two and fell into thought.

“From now on, you’ll be Weining’s junior sister.” Mu Chanjuan walked over, gave her a radiant smile, patted her on the back, and then asked the question that had brought her here: “Why did you send that child to the sect leader?”

Mu Chanjuan’s smile faded as she raised an eyebrow and looked at Ji Weining.

As expected, she came to ask about this. Ji Weining had guessed it the moment she heard her voice. She replied, “She was noisy.”

“How could that be?” Mu Chanjuan frowned, then seemed to remember something and asked, “She’s usually very well-behaved. Did you forget to feed her?”

Feed her? Ji Weining recalled that day, she had only given her some of her own blood, after which the child had quieted down for a while.

“I must go see the sect leader.”

“Her laissez-faire attitude is unreliable.”

Mu Chanjuan glanced at her expressionlessly, swallowed the words she wanted to say, and finally flicked her sleeve before leaving.

Jin’an didn’t understand what was happening and simply turned her gaze toward Ji Weining.

“What child?”

“Hers.” Ji Weining said with a hint of grievance.

From afar, Mu Chanjuan’s voice drifted over: “I’ll leave this junior sister to you. I still need to return to seclusion.”

Ji Weining fell silent.

“She took me as her disciple. Is there anything else I need to do?” Jin’an had zero knowledge about these matters and had no idea how to handle them.

“No need. Our Qingheng Mountain is very casual.”

A few years ago, a junior sister had nearly died because of their casual attitude. She would definitely protect Jin’an well.

“Senior sister will protect you.”

Jin’an looked at Ji Weining with growing distrust, unsure whether this person could truly protect her.

[She’s starting to doubt you.]

[Too much secrecy is backfiring.]

I know. I’ll improve myself.

Ji Weining responded inwardly.

Over the years, Ji Weining had wanted to improve herself but had barely managed to do so or perhaps she didn’t dare to improve too much. She was afraid of exposing what she had been doing. Over the years of investigation, the leaked demonic energy had formed a certain range and infected quite a few people.

Her plan was set to be completed this year. Then, she would leave her heart to Jin’an.

“Junior sister, do you want to learn how to use spiritual power?”

Jin’an shook her head.

Of course, why would she want to learn spiritual power? For her, spiritual power wasn’t a good thing either.

“Then how about learning some basic self-defense? That way, if I’m not around someday, you can protect yourself.”

“Oh.”

“Will senior sister not be around?”

What a deadly question.

Ji Weining chose to sidestep the topic and pulled out a booklet.

“This is a book on medicinal herbs that our master gave me. I can teach you some of this in the meantime.”

“This is what we study in the Thousand Spirit Residence.”

Using herbs to heal people though she had only learned the basics. Back in the divine realm, she had always used spiritual power to solve problems and never needed such methods.

“Can it cure me of this demonic energy?” Jin’an instead looked up curiously, lost in thought.

Ji Weining: “Our master is researching that. I’ll look into it.”

Jin’an: “Can we let our master know about the demonic energy in me?”

“No, absolutely not.”

Mu Chanjuan was a medical fanatic and might do something unfavorable with Jin’an. This matter absolutely could not be mentioned, especially in front of Mu Chanjuan.

“Oh.” Jin’an’s mood visibly dampened.

Ji Weining noticed it. “You can tell me anything, junior sister.”

“Or if that doesn’t work, you can talk to this bell?”

“Bell.” Jin’an shook the bell at her waist.

Jin’an: “Alright.”

Though even now, she couldn’t quite decipher the look in her eyes.

[Based on your pulse, you’re nervous.]

As a deity, I’ve learned a lot from Mu Chanjuan even to the point of checking her pulse now.

Mu Chanjuan occasionally gets into a teaching mood and comes to instruct me in these things. It was during such times that I, as a deity, learned about pulses.

Jin’an: “Go ahead and teach.”

“This is Asura Grass, used to treat demonic energy lingering in the body. It counteracts Soul Nurturing Grass. If the Soul Nurturing Grass becomes too dominant, this grass can be used to reduce its effects.”

“Interesting,” Jin’an commented on the plant. To her, it truly was fascinating.

“This is Demon Sealing Grass, though it’s very hard to find. It’s one of the items used to seal demonic caves. It appeared in ancient times, but nowadays, it’s extremely difficult to locate.”

“If we had this herb, I would definitely have a way to completely eradicate the demonic energy inside you, Junior Sister.”

Of course, that would require adding a drop of her heart’s blood to make Jin’an’s blood more stable within her body. That way, the demonic energy inside Jin’an would surely be more effectively utilized.

“Senior Sister, how do you think we should go about this?”

“Go about what?”

“Eliminating the demonic energy inside me,” Jin’an said slowly.

“I have a way, so don’t worry, Junior Sister.”

There was no way she could let Jin’an know that she intended to use her heart’s blood to resolve this. Jin’an would definitely not agree.

No, given how oblivious she is to such matters, perhaps she wouldn’t realize it was her heart’s blood and might just agree.

Making a decision on this was indeed difficult, so she could only brush it off vaguely.

“What flower is this?”

“It’s a flower that blooms amidst demonic energy. It has an incredibly dazzling appearance but contains demonic energy. Demonic cultivators would likely adore it, while others would probably detest it intensely.”

“Senior Sister, do you think this flower is beautiful?”

This manual was illustrated by the predecessors of the Thousand Spirits Residence. They drew these things based on their most original forms, so they captured the flower’s most beautiful colors. All the colors on it symbolize human emotions.

“Soul Devouring Flower,” Jin’an read the name aloud. Then she read the annotation beside it: “Devours human souls, nourishes itself. Never bears fruit, thrives alone by the side of demonic caves, constantly consuming living souls. Do not approach.”

Jin’an didn’t quite understand and looked at Ji Weining.

Ji Weining continued from where she had read and explained, “And those who die here cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation. So, whenever you see this flower, you must find a way to remove it. The method to remove it is on the next page.”

She turned the page again.

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