Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 70

After all the exhaustion from last night, I still asked her to go for a walk. Even though, I carried her on my back, she must have been utterly worn out. Ji Weining began to reflect on herself.

[I don’t think so.]

How can you be so sure?

[When demonic energy is abundant, physical stamina is equally robust.]

Ji Weining understood this logic, but Jin’an didn’t seem particularly energetic. Last night, she kept complaining about how tired she was.

Ji Weining burrowed under the covers to check the areas where she had applied medicine the night before. They were still red, she had been too rough. A wave of guilt washed over her; after all, she was the one who had caused this.

“Senior Sister?” Jin’an felt someone slip under her blanket. Her hand reached out and brushed against Ji Weining’s head through the quilt.

“I’m here,” Ji Weining’s voice was muffled and soft under the covers.

“Mm.” Jin’an responded drowsily before drifting back to sleep.

“Get up and eat something.” Ji Weining applied ointment to the reddened areas.

A sharp, stinging sensation immediately jolted Jin’an awake.

“What are you doing, Senior Sister?” Jin’an clamped her legs together, trapping Ji Weining’s hand.

“Applying medicine for you, Junior Sister.”

“Alright.” Jin’an released her, allowing her to continue. The medicine-coated fingers felt cool, and when they touched her sensitive skin, Jin’an gasped, “It hurts a little.”

If Jin’an said it hurt, it must have been truly painful. Ji Weining softened her touch. “I’ll be gentler.”

She hardly dared to touch the skin directly, instead spreading the ointment on her own fingers before carefully applying the self-made remedy.

Though it was dark under the covers, after last night, Ji Weining had become intimately familiar with Jin’an’s body. She knew every curve and contour by heart.

The night before, she had meticulously examined Jin’an’s body, cleansing her thoroughly with warm water before applying the medicine. Today, the process felt effortless.

“Senior Sister is it done?”

“Done.” Ji Weining withdrew her hand and emerged from under the covers. Her eyes met Jin’an’s, but she quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks warming. “You should eat something, Junior Sister.”

“Mm.” Jin’an allowed Ji Weining to help her up. As she sat, her mind cleared.

“Does it still hurt badly?”

“It’s manageable. It doesn’t compare to the pain of demonic energy corrosion. In fact, I prefer this kind of pain.” Jin’an got out of bed and moved around, showing no signs of discomfort.

Thinking that Jin’an’s tolerance for pain stemmed from past suffering, Ji Weining’s heart ached.

[You’re truly beyond saving.]

As a deity, she offered this judgment.

How could there be any saving her? Ji Weining knew exactly what she had become she was already completely lost.

“Junior Sister, I’ll be leaving for a few days soon. Would you like to come with me?”

If Jin’an accompanied her, things might proceed more quickly. She was fully aware of her inevitable fate death was certain. But now, she wanted to leave behind more for Jin’an.

Yet, if she left too much behind, would it make it harder for Jin’an to forget her?

The thought swirling in her mind slipped out unintentionally: “If I were to leave you, would you be sad?”

She wanted to know the answer.

“Of course I would.”

Hearing this, Ji Weining felt even more sorrowful. It seemed she still didn’t fully understand. Ji Weining simply smiled at her and gently patted her head.

Jin’an, catching on, asked her, “Senior Sister, why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye to me?”

That wasn’t entirely wrong, she had indeed prepared herself to bid farewell at any moment. But wasn’t that too cruel?

Could she let her forget her?

[Time will make her forget.]

Yet, selfishly, she didn’t want her to forget. Perhaps after a hundred years, no one would remember her anymore.

In that moment, she wished for someone to remember her. Her hand reached out and softly stroked Jin’an’s head, then trailed down, caressing her all over. Every part of her was something she longed to touch.

She wanted to be imbued with her scent, and for her to carry her own scent as well.

And she was no longer a deity just an ordinary person filled with all sorts of emotions.

[How much longer can I hold on?]

As a deity, she had long noticed her own anomalies. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love, yet she had broken this taboo.

[I’ll go tomorrow.]

[How can there be a perfect solution in this world?]

Mm.

“How could that be?” Ji Weining feigned calmness, then added after a moment’s thought, “But for us immortals, it’s no longer a matter of lifespan. One day, we might just fall, it’s an irreversible fate.”

Jin’an replied, “Then, Senior Sister, live a little longer, just a little longer, so you can stay with me for a while more.”

“Alright.”

Let’s go together with Qingheng Mountain.

[Mm.]

The deity sat upon her divine throne, with layers of clouds stretching below. She could only vaguely glimpse the mortal world through the mist, unclear and unreal.

In the end, a deity is lonely.

The Chronicles of Creation recorded that before deities existed, the world was a desolate wasteland. It was only when the deities sacrificed everything to govern the mortal realm that peace was restored. The deities then built high walls, distancing themselves from humanity, viewing all things with impartiality and selflessness.

She shed her cyan robes.

She was not the same as Ji Weining.

My name is Weining.

Bestowed by heaven and earth, I became the deity of this realm.

What are you thinking about now?

Ji Weining’s words interrupted her thoughts.

Indeed, sharing one soul was far too complicated.

If she didn’t have to keep watch here to maintain control, she would have gone to the mortal world with her that way, their power would be even stronger.

Weren’t you the one worried that emotions would disturb your mind? Originally, “Ji” was meant to remind herself that she was Weining. Later, Mu Chanjuan mistook it for her family name and started calling her Ji Weining. Gradually, she grew accustomed to it.

It also served to distinguish her divine self from her current self.

Deities have no family name, only a given name.

But humans do.

Speaking of which, Jin’an doesn’t have a family name either.

Ji Weining propped her head up, watching Jin’an eat at the dining table, then tilted her head and asked, “By the way, do you have a family name, Jin’an? Is it just Jin’an?”

“Family name?” Jin’an met her gaze, seemingly pondering something probably unsure what a family name meant.

Ji Weining explained to her, “For example, my given name is Weining, and my family name is Ji, so I’m Ji Weining. This gradually forms a family where everyone shares the same surname.”

Like those noble clans that’s how they’re structured.

Jin’an: “I don’t have one.”

“Do you want a surname, Jin’an?” Ji Weining asked her again.

“No. Without a surname, there are no attachments,” Jin’an answered with firm resolve, fully aware of the significance a surname holds for a person.

Ji Weining paused briefly before asking, “Little sister, don’t you want any attachments at all?”

“Absolutely not. That person died precisely because of such attachments.” That was why she had been captured and forced to participate in those experiments.

Jin’an recalled the person’s name and told Ji Weining, “That person was surnamed Tan, named Yan. She was a cat demon.”

“The person she wanted to save was her master, named Xu Huan!”

Xu Huan, the female general star of the Xu family in the imperial city, who had guarded the capital for over a hundred years before vanishing without a trace one day. Who would have thought the truth would be like this?

“After Xu Huan was consumed by demonic energy and died, she perished as well,” Jin’an recounted, then added, “Actually, aside from being a bit obsessive, she wasn’t so bad.”

So it was to save someone else. With this, Ji Weining’s thoughts became much clearer.

[I knew it wasn’t entirely good or bad.]

[People are just like that.]

Everything has its traces to follow. Even when some events occur unexpectedly, there are always reasons to be found.

[Once emotions and desires are involved, it becomes impossible to view these matters objectively.]

This is precisely why deities must not be tainted by emotions and desires.

“But this matter ends here,” Jin’an said, turning her attention back to the breakfast Ji Weining had bought for her from outside.

[If this deity were to be Jin’an, it might be better.]

Weining reflected rationally.

[She would only show favoritism toward you.]

Beyond that, there would be no excess emotions.

Hearing this analysis, Ji Weining’s ears flushed red. Frustrated with herself, she picked up the divine brush and continued modifying the mortal realm’s formations.

[I’ve considered your words and will do my best to preserve you.]

Of course, if I truly die, you’d probably find being a deity incredibly dull.

[Don’t overthink it.]

[Even without emotions, I’d exist just fine.]

Ji Weining shared the same memories, how utterly boring her time in the divine realm had been, something she couldn’t even be bothered to describe. If she had to stay there, she doubted she could last long. She had no idea how she had even become a deity in the first place.

[More accurately, how did we become deities?]

Weining looked at her current human self and found it hard to believe that such a version of her could ever become a deity.

[By the way, did you just give away the Qingxuan Bell like that?]

It’s no use keeping it with me. Better to leave it with her.

[That bell contains half of our spiritual power.]

[And half of mine.]

You deserve it.

Weining ignored her further. Having emotions really was too emotional. If she hadn’t insisted on creating a human form, she wouldn’t be like this.

Deities truly must not harbor emotions and desires. Otherwise, ending up like her, it serves her right.

“I’m going to see the sect leader. Would you like to come with me, little sister?”

“It still hurts,” Jin’an said, pointing to her leg.

Ji Weining averted her gaze, unsure how to face her. “Ahem, then I’ll go alone. Will you wait here for me, little sister?”

“Go ahead. Don’t worry about me, I have this.” Jin’an pulled out the Qingxuan Bell she had given her from her sleeve and gently pushed her. “Hurry along.”

Ji Weining had just taken a step forward when she realized Jin’an was still holding onto the corner of her sleeve.

She truly couldn’t bear to part.

Ji Weining bent slightly and kissed her forehead, as if sealing a promise between them.

Jin’an released her sleeve, and Ji Weining curved her lips into a faint smile before turning to leave.

“Why has Weining come?” Liu Hongyu was holding Xiling in her arms, gently poking the child’s chubby cheeks. Ji Weining could tell the sect leader adored this child, though she herself still felt no particular attachment to the infant.

“Weining has reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage?” Liu Hongyu’s attention shifted from Xiling as she noticed the unusual concentration of spiritual energy within Ji Weining far denser than before.

As someone half-step into ascension, having long reached the Soul Transformation stage, it was only natural for Liu Hongyu to perceive this. Ji Weining wasn’t surprised and simply acknowledged with a soft “Mm.”

After a moment of contemplation, Liu Hongyu placed Xiling into the specially crafted crib and retrieved a folded document, handing it to Ji Weining. “This is a message from the imperial capital. Take a look.”

Ji Weining unfolded it sure enough, it contained news about demonic energy in the imperial capital, requesting their assistance to help reseal it.

Feigning ignorance, as she couldn’t reveal she already knew, Ji Weining asked, “Does the sect leader wish for me to go?”

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