Luring The Heartless Cultivator Senior Sister Into Falling In Love - Chapter 2

A sharp flick to the forehead accompanied the falling words. Mu Chujing’s grand ambitions were instantly replaced by a grimace of pain as she glared at Nalan Ran. “What was that for?”

Why the sudden violence again?

“Have you lost your mind? That’s Bai Qingfan! The Bai Qingfan!” Nalan Ran’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You want to use her to practice the Way of Passion? Aren’t you afraid she’ll cleave you in half with one sword strike?”

Being the sole personal disciple of the Sect Leader of Mingyue Sect was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many, not to mention her extraordinary cultivation talent.

But none of that was the most important point. The crucial detail was that this Senior Sister practiced the Way of Heartlessness (Wuqing Dao). She was the sole successor of that path within the sect.

The Sect Leader had even hailed her as the “foremost person to revitalize the Way of Heartlessness.”

Nalan Ran truly wanted to crack open Mu Chujing’s head to see what exactly was inside. How could a person like that be pursued just because someone decided to try?

Mu Chujing didn’t know much about the novel, relying entirely on the fragments of information injected into her brain. However, as Nalan Ran revealed Bai Qingfan’s identity, a single line of text flashed in her mind:

“The sole successor of the Way of Heartlessness in Mingyue Sect.”

Since it was the Way of Heartlessness, Mu Chujing’s competitive spirit was ignited even further. In her past life, when the mood struck her, she had pursued several women known for being cold and detached. While difficult, it wasn’t impossible.

Still, the Way of Heartlessness…

She wasn’t intimately familiar with it, but she had seen it in TV dramas. One of her exes, who loved Xianxia shows, used to joke that since ancient times, no one had ever successfully “graduated” from the Way of Heartlessness without a hitch.

She didn’t know what the rules were here. But since she had crossed over, she naturally had to choose the highest difficulty level.

The main reason was… according to Nalan Ran, she was too weak in the Way of Passion. It was embarrassing, mortifying, even. To prove herself and demonstrate her capabilities in one fell swoop, Bai Qingfan was undoubtedly the best choice.

Mu Chujing rubbed her reddened forehead and smiled nonchalantly, correcting her previous words. “Nalan, what are you saying? Sister Bai… I mean, Senior Sister Bai, wouldn’t be that kind of person.”

Having just arrived, she wasn’t quite used to the honorifics yet, so she smoothly adjusted. “Since Senior Sister Bai is the Sect Leader’s disciple, it’s only natural for her to care for us junior sisters and guide our cultivation.”

Nalan Ran was rendered speechless by her righteous tone.

“Am I wrong?” Mu Chujing asked.

Nalan Ran pursed her lips. “Technically, that’s true. But… no one dares to disturb Senior Sister Bai’s cultivation.”

“Oh?” Mu Chujing raised an eyebrow and took the lead, walking forward. As she passed Nalan Ran, she said, “Gotta try it first, right?”

“I’m going to be the first person to eat the crab. Do you understand?”

Nalan Ran stood frozen in place. “…I don’t.”

What did “eating the crab” mean?

“You’ll understand later,” Mu Chujing called back.

Nalan Ran was utterly bewildered.

The Alchemy Cave

As a renowned genius alchemist within the sect, Nalan Ran’s cave dwelling was located in an area of the Spirit Pill Hall where the spiritual energy was most dense.

Ten meters outside the cave, a rushing river wound its way through the landscape, with a small branch flowing directly into the mountain. Inside the cave, one could hear the faint, rhythmic sound of water hitting the rocks.

Mu Chujing looked around the layout of the cave with curiosity. Green vegetation covered a corner of the mountain wall where soft mats were placed. Beside an alchemy furnace nearly as tall as a person stood a stool used for reaching the top. Jars and bottles were neatly arranged on shelves.

At that moment, Nalan Ran was standing before a shelf, selecting pills suitable for Mu Chujing’s cultivation.

“Is your spiritual power still showing signs of instability?” Nalan Ran asked, picking up a white porcelain bottle.

Hearing this, Mu Chujing froze for a moment. She hurriedly tried to circulate her spiritual energy based on her memories. However, since this was her first attempt after transmigrating, the process was clumsy.

Nalan Ran watched the person making bizarre and ancient-looking hand gestures, her eyes filling with confusion. “What are you doing?”

I’m trying to move my spiritual energy, obviously! Mu Chujing screamed internally, but she couldn’t let a word of that slip.

She might have been a failure in the Way of Passion, but she was somewhat accomplished in the Way of the Sword. If she admitted she didn’t know how to use spiritual energy, it would worry Nalan Ran and cause unnecessary trouble.

“Just doing some preparatory work,” Mu Chujing said with a straight face, though she was secretly clenching her teeth as she forced the spiritual mass inside her spirit pearl to release energy.

Nalan Ran nodded half-understandingly and turned back to continue picking herbs.

However, in the blink of an eye, a streak of orange light shot past her left cheek, severing a few stray hairs. Before Nalan Ran could react, the whistling of wind followed by the sound of porcelain shattering and wood splintering filled the cave.

Nalan Ran’s hand hung suspended in mid-air. Her pupils dilated as she stared at the scene before her. Shards and wood chips flew through the air before settling on the ground.

A few steps away, Mu Chujing looked at her own hand in shock, then at the back of the woman in front of her, and finally at the wreckage on the floor. Her mouth twitched.

Total carnage.

“MU CHUJING!”

The deafening roar echoed through the cave. Nalan Ran spun around, lunged toward Mu Chujing, and poked her forehead hard with two fingers. “What are you doing?! What on earth are you doing?!”

Almost all the pills she had refined recently were destroyed. Only the bottle in her hand had survived.

“You… you…” Nalan Ran’s hand trembled.

“Nalan… I…” Mu Chujing knew she had messed up. She cursed herself while trying to think of a way to make amends.

Just then, a round pill rolled over to Mu Chujing’s foot. Both of them noticed it at the same time.

Nalan Ran’s lips thinned. She placed a hand on Mu Chujing’s shoulder. Mu Chujing looked at her in confusion, and in the next second, Nalan Ran used her strength to spin Mu Chujing around.

Then, without a word, she pushed Mu Chujing by the shoulders toward the cave exit.

“Nalan, I’ll definitely compensate you! Those pills… I’ll buy them all!” Mu Chujing knew Nalan Ran often sold her pills at the sect’s trading hall or outside.

The pushing motion stopped. Mu Chujing thought there was hope and turned her head to continue. “I’ll take responsibility.”

The hand on her shoulder disappeared. Mu Chujing breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do you even have that many spirit stones?” Nalan Ran asked, crossing her arms and tapping her finger against her sleeve.

Mu Chujing let out an “Ah,” and a joke slipped out: “I can sell myself to you.”

BOOM.

The cave door slammed shut. Mu Chujing was tossed outside, holding the single porcelain bottle Nalan Ran had shoved into her palm before kicking her out.

Even in her rage, Nalan Ran still cared about her spiritual instability, especially after seeing her lose control and let her energy run wild.

Mu Chujing sighed. She mumbled a few more apologies at the closed door before leaving guiltily. In her past life, she had been a flirt, but she never caused trouble for others. She hadn’t expected to cause such a mess on her first day here.

She weighed the porcelain bottle in her hand and tested the Storage Ring. Seeing the bottle disappear into the ring’s space, Mu Chujing found it magical.

But she quickly composed herself. Her primary task now was to master the use of spiritual energy to prevent another accident, and the second was to find a way to compensate Nalan Ran for the destroyed pills.

What a headache. If I get drunk again and hit the back of my head, can I travel back?

Reality was harsh. She thought about it, but she wouldn’t actually do it.

The Ascent

Leaving the Spirit Pill Hall, Mu Chujing turned her steps toward the Hall of Passion (Yuqing Tang). The Mingyue Sect was massive, the distance between two mountains was vast, and reaching it on foot would take forever.

Sword-flying would save time, but… if she fell off, she’d probably be smashed to pieces. She had never heard of a cultivator dying from falling off their sword, would she be the first in history?

“Terrifying,” she muttered.

Deciding that life was more important than time, she began the long trek. After two hours, she finally reached the base of the mountain where the Hall of Passion sat. Mu Chujing leaned over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath as she looked up at the peak shrouded in clouds.

Why did no one tell her the Hall of Passion was so much higher than the Spirit Pill Hall?

Before a massive stone monument, the words “Hall of Passion” came into view. But what caught her eye first was the endless flight of stone steps. If she remembered correctly, there were 99,999 steps.

Mu Chujing laughed out of pure frustration. “Just kill me now.”

She straightened up slowly, leaning against the stone monument for support. “Die of exhaustion, or die from falling?”

That was a good question. There was no way she was climbing that mountain. Sword flying might offer a glimmer of hope. Even if she died, at least she’d experience being a “human projectile.” It wasn’t a bad way to go.

She comforted herself.

Mu Chujing focused her mind, gathering her breath and calling upon the faint image of a long sword floating in her spiritual sea. With a thought, the sword transformed into a streak of light and flew out of her body.

Mu Chujing looked up. The light circled in the air and dived straight down, its sharp tip aimed right at her.

Am I unlocking a third way to die? Killed by my own sword?

She and the Hanyue Sword had only just established their contract. Mu Chujing closed her eyes in resignation.

A hum of the blade echoed as metal scraped against the ground. Mu Chujing opened one eye. The cold, gleaming sword was embedded in the earth.

“So it does recognize its master,” she breathed a sigh of relief. She gripped the hilt and pulled the sword out.

“Hanyue, hurry up and take your little loser of a master up the mountain,” she said.

The Hanyue Sword vibrated and flew out of her hand, hovering low by her feet.

It was time to board. Mu Chujing took a deep breath. The sword was hovering much lower than usual; perhaps it really did understand her words.

She stepped onto the blade cautiously. Once she found her balance, she said, “I’ve successfully boarded. We can go now.”

The sword rose slowly and steadily, seemingly trying its best to keep her balanced. After reaching a certain height, it began to fly forward.

“This doesn’t seem so hard.” Feeling the sensation of soaring through the air, she thought of her aching legs and muttered, “I wasted four hours for nothing.”

She should have flown from the start.

Just as she was feeling smug, the Hanyue Sword suddenly tilted upward. It was climbing higher.

“Wait! Hanyue!” Mu Chujing yelled. “Give me a second to prepare!”

The sword obediently stopped and hovered in mid-air.

“Phew… Hanyue, your master doesn’t really know how to use these things yet. In the future, once I’ve mastered the Way of Passion, I’ll make sure you live the high life with me…” Mu Chujing began babbling, painting grand “pie in the sky” promises for her sword.

She had no idea that at the summit of the Hall of Passion, a woman dressed in red was looking down from the peak.

“Qingfan, what are you looking at?” Beside the woman in red, another woman in light blue followed her gaze. “Oh? Why is little Chujing just hanging there halfway up the mountain?”