Luring The Heartless Cultivator Senior Sister Into Falling In Love - Chapter 1

It was impossible to count how many times she had sighed. Mu Chujing looked up at the azure sky; the stifling air in her heart gradually dissipated with the passage of time, leaving behind only a sense of vacancy.

Even after an hour, she still couldn’t figure out why she had appeared in this place.

She had simply drunk a bit too much, walked with a slight wobble, and accidentally tripped over a curb. Her forehead just happened to make intimate contact with a lamppost, and finally, the back of her head hit the ground. That was all.

Upon waking up, not only had the world around her changed, but her mind was filled with a segment of memory that didn’t belong to her.

She spent half an hour accepting and organizing the sparse information in her brain. Finally, she pieced together the gist of it, she had likely “transmigrated” into a book, specifically, a cultivation/xianxia novel she hadn’t really read. She didn’t even know who the protagonist was.

The only thing she was certain of was that she was merely a passerby mentioned in passing.

“Isn’t that just cannon fodder?” Mu Chujing thought, speechless.

Information regarding herself was also scarce. She only knew she practiced the “Way of Sentiment”. In a recent evaluation, she hadn’t even qualified for the test because she failed to meet the basic standards.

Mu Chujing covered her face. How could a perfectly good “Way of Sentiment” be practiced into such a state? Fortunately, she also practiced the Way of the Sword, and her talent in sword cultivation was actually quite good.

Having sorted this out, Mu Chujing felt a flicker of interest in this world. She couldn’t test the “Way of Sentiment” immediately, but she could certainly try out the sword techniques of this world right now.

Experiencing what it felt like to wield a sword wouldn’t be bad.

With that thought, Mu Chujing showed a hint of anticipation. Mimicking the method this body used to summon its bound weapon, she closed her eyes.

A tiny, blue-green sword floated quietly above her “Sea of Spirit.” Mu Chujing’s throat moved; she found this increasingly novel. To think that such a place existed inside a human body! She attempted to establish communication with the small sword, calling its name in her mind: “Hanyue?”

The quietly floating Hanyue Sword vibrated gently at her low call.

Seeing that it worked, Mu Chujing called again. The sword vibrated even more violently, as if responding to its master’s summons.

Mu Chujing smiled. It doesn’t seem that hard. However, before her smile could fade, the Hanyue Sword instantly transformed into a streak of light and shot out from her body. Carrying a fierce and heavy heat, it hovered right above her head.

Mu Chujing couldn’t react in time. She instinctively looked up at the long sword above her. Unlike when it was inside her body, the Hanyue Sword now felt immensely oppressive. The tip of the sword grew larger and larger in her pupils.

The Hanyue Sword was falling. Under Mu Chujing’s wide-eyed gaze, it stopped just a finger’s breadth away from her.

The fire attribute was intense, yet Mu Chujing seemed oblivious to it.

This was different from what she had imagined. Shouldn’t the Hanyue Sword hover in front of her, making it easy for her to take? Why did it look like it was about to take her life at any moment?

Mu Chujing swallowed hard. She crouched down slightly to put some distance between herself and the sword tip, fearing the sword would pierce her head in the next second.

The moment she moved away, the blade vibrated even more violently. The humming sword cry made Mu Chujing’s head ache.

“What is going on?” Mu Chujing frowned, scouring her brain but finding no reason for Hanyue’s behavior.

The original owner always summoned the sword this way; why didn’t it work for her? Could it be that this sword realized she wasn’t the original owner?

Talk about being spiritually sentient. Mu Chujing didn’t know whether to complain or cry.

In the next instant, the Hanyue Sword shifted direction and leveled itself in front of her, its tip pointing directly at her heart.

Mu Chujing.

She wanted to request a “restart.”

As Mu Chujing backed away step by step, the sword pressed forward inch by inch. Man and sword maintained a distance of one foot, giving the illusion that the blade could plunge into her heart at any time.

“Grandmother Heaven! I was wrong! I’ll never drink recklessly again!” Mu Chujing couldn’t stand the atmosphere. She backed up several steps rapidly and, before the sword could close in, turned and bolted forward.

Hanyue Sword: “…”

The scorching sensation from the sword followed her like glue. Mu Chujing ran with all her might, not daring to look back for fear that a moment’s slack would lead to a “heart to heart” with the sword.

Wait, swords don’t have hearts.

Her body’s physical capabilities were pushed to the limit. Mu Chujing ran until her face was flushed red and her legs felt like they no longer belonged to her. A faint “salted fish” (lazy) aura began to emerge.

How could she compete with a spirit sword in speed and endurance? She simply stopped, clutching her stomach and panting as she looked at the Hanyue Sword. The sword had followed unhurriedly, yet even after she stopped, it didn’t slow down.

Mu Chujing closed her eyes.

The expected pain didn’t come. Instead, a faint fragrance drifted past her nose, carrying a moist, cool sensation. The scorching heat that had been roasting her suddenly vanished.

What happened?

Mu Chujing cautiously opened one eye. What entered her sight was the tip of the Hanyue Sword. She could even see her own stunned, dazed reflection on the slightly tilted blade.

She instinctively backed up two steps and looked up. A red figure entered her vision. A woman dressed in crimson held the hilt of the Hanyue Sword with one hand. Under her control, the blade became quiet once more.

The red robes were vivid and rich, the woman’s features were exquisite yet cold, like the moon in the sky, untouchable. Even Mu Chujing, who had seen countless beauties, was dazed for a moment.

The fusion of vivid red and cold detachment on this woman wasn’t the least bit contradictory.

Perhaps because Mu Chujing looked too dull at that moment, the woman in red calmly lowered her arm and thrust the Hanyue Sword into the ground.

The woman withdrew her hand. Her tone was cool, yet carried a hint of concern: “Since you chose this as your soul-sword, why have you not established a contract with it, leaving it in such a state of distress?”

“Huh?” Mu Chujing was confused. Hadn’t this body already established a contract with this sword?

The Hanyue Sword stuck in the ground vibrated slightly, appearing quite aggrieved.

The woman in red lowered her eyes. She hadn’t intended to meddle in such a trivial matter, but the sword’s cry was too piercing. She happened to be passing by and saw the chase between the person and the sword. Moreover, seeing the person’s “ready to meet her maker” expression, she couldn’t just sit by.

The person before her had already reached the Orange Spirit cultivation level and was encountered in the Inner Sect, she didn’t seem like an ignorant Outer Sect disciple.

“Establish a contract?” Mu Chujing pulled her thoughts back from the beauty’s face. The Hanyue Sword flew out from the ground, shrinking to the size of a dagger.

Perhaps knowing it had scared its future master, it moved very slowly. Seeing this, Mu Chujing tentatively followed her memory and raised her hand.

Hanyue seemed very happy, swaying left and right. However, the sword tip steadily tapped Mu Chujing’s fingertip, slicing a small cut.

A drop of blood stained the blade.

Inside Mu Chujing’s empty Sea of Spirit, the figure of a small sword appeared, exactly the same as the one she had seen when she first inspected her body.

So, from the moment she summoned it, the contract between the Hanyue Sword and the original body had automatically vanished. It needed to be re-established. And she had mistakenly thought the sword wanted to kill her…

Mu Chujing: “Thank you…”

She was about to thank the woman in red.

However, the woman had already brushed past her. In the blink of an eye, she was a hundred meters away. Only a faint fragrance remained in the air.

Mu Chujing turned her head, staring at the receding figure, and murmured: “Why did she leave so fast? She didn’t even tell me who she is.”

Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind. Mu Chujing turned around to see a person dressed in blue-green. Her features were bright, and her long black hair was tied with a white silk ribbon, giving her an ethereal, immortal air.

“You…” Just as she was about to ask who the newcomer was, information suddenly flashed in her mind, matching the name to the face. Mu Chujing’s pupils dilated as she blurted out: “Nalan Ran?”

Nalan Ran was startled by her raised voice: “Why are you shouting? Was that Senior Sister Bai just now?”

The person before her was her best friend. Noticing the title used, Mu Chujing quickly asked: “You know who that was?”

Nalan Ran looked at her in disbelief: “You don’t even recognize her anymore? She is the only personal disciple under the Sect Leader!”

Mu Chujing’s mind wasn’t on the status, she was immersed in the woman’s appearance. She whispered to herself: “She really is the ultimate ‘heavenly beauty’ of the girls’ circle (Ji quan).”

“What is ‘Ji quan’?” Nalan Ran was puzzled. When she arrived, she saw Mu Chujing and Senior Sister Bai standing face to face. It was her first time hearing that term.

“Nothing,” Mu Chujing had no intention of explaining. She curled her lips into a lingering smile and, thinking about her “Way of Sentiment,” said: “I’m going to pursue her.”

“I’ll use her to practice my Way of Sentiment.”