The Big Boss Is Obsessed With Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

The room was dim, illuminated only by the flickering glow of a weak candle, which made the air feel thick and clingy, weaving an inexplicable sense of ambiguity.

A low, raspy, and heavy breath fell beside Hua Ying’s ear.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a slender, porcelain-white swan neck.

A red dress was slightly disheveled, revealing glimpses of delicate collarbones.

Looking further up, she met a pair of obsidian eyes that looked like glazed glass, shimmering with ripples of mist. A hazy moisture stained her cold features, and her vivid red lips were parted slightly, exhaling low gasps that made one’s heart itch.

Hua Ying: [Heavy breathing/Simping noises]!!!

Sister, I am so down for this!

Sister, marry me!

System: I’m literally “shuan q” (thank you). Can’t you be a bit more reserved?

Hua Ying: “Sorry, in the face of such beauty, reserve is worth absolutely nothing.”

Hua Ying came from the Three Realms Quick-Transmigration Bureau. Her responsibility was to go to various small worlds to collect the soul fragments of her targets. When a target’s “True Affection Value” reached 100, the collection would be successful.

The beautiful sister in red before her was exactly her target for this life: Yan Zhao.

In this world, Immortals, Demons, and Yaos coexisted. Yan Zhao was the peerless genius “Eldest Senior Sister” of the Liuyun Sect. Envied by others, she had been hexed with a “Love-Tangle Gu” and locked in a room with the sect’s number one loser, all in an attempt to ruin her reputation.

Unluckily, Hua Ying was that “loser”a pitiful little half-yao with bottom-tier spiritual power.

“Senior Sister, I feel so uncomfortable,” Hua Ying immediately entered character, blinking her misty, rounded deer-like eyes and speaking timidly. “How about we go to the Spirit Spring?”

The Spirit Spring could clear the mind, quiet the spirit, and suppress the Love-Tangle Gu.

In truth, with Hua Ying’s meager spiritual power, the Gu hardly affected her.

She just thought that perhaps playing “little games” in a hot spring would be more exciting. Hehehe.

System: Stop those thoughts!!

However, to her disappointment, Yan Zhao reached out to seal several of her own major meridians, forcibly suppressing the effects of the Gu. She let out a cold sneer: “Not going.”

She stared at the tightly locked door, a forest-cold chill flashing through her obsidian eyes. “I want to see exactly who dares to plot against me.”

As she spoke, the woman’s long, jade-like fingers kept stroking the longsword at her side.

Hua Ying uttered a disappointed “Oh.”

She had a feeling that Yan Zhao was currently imagining how many pieces she would slice the mastermind into once she saw them.

Suddenly, the sound of chaotic footsteps rose outside. Dozens of Liuyun Sect disciples were marching toward the room. Simultaneously, a man shouted loudly, “Senior Sister Yan Zhao and that half-yao haven’t come out since they went in. Nothing happened, right?!”

This man was named Wei Jun, the perennial “number two” of the sect who lost to Yan Zhao in the disciple competitions every year.

The person who plotted against Yan Zhao was precisely him.

As he reached out to push the door open, a flash of malice and triumph crossed Wei Jun’s eyes.

He had intentionally brought so many disciples just so everyone could witness Yan Zhao cavorting with that lowly half-yao!

From then on, Yan Zhao’s reputation would plummet. She might even be kicked out of the sect. Let’s see how she stands above him then!

Creeeak— The door opened.

A sudden gale rose.

A streak of dazzling white light, carrying a frigid killing intent, moved as fast as lightning. Before anyone could react, it had already reached Wei Jun.

Clang!

After a clear ring, the disciples discovered it was a longsword, white as jade throughout.

A signature deep-red tassel hung from the hilt. The icy blade was currently pressed against Wei Jun’s neck, carving out a thin red line.

“Isn’t that Eldest Senior Sister’s sword? How…?” The disciples murmured amongst themselves.

Wei Jun’s face turned deathly pale. Yan Zhao’s powerful spiritual pressure had him locked down firmly, making it impossible for him to move.

After a long moment, a slender and graceful figure appeared at the doorway.

Yan Zhao’s beautiful long eyes narrowed slightly, her porcelain-white face flushed with an unnatural red. Her red dress unfurled in the wind, as gorgeous and vibrant as a rose dripping with dew.

But this rose had thorns.

She tucked back a few stray locks of dark hair, retracted her sword, and delivered a clean, decisive kick to the frozen Wei Jun.

Wei Jun slumped miserably to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

The cold, stunning woman stomped firmly onto his chest. Looking down from above, her red lips parted to spit out a cold, mocking remark:

“Trash. Plotting against me? You aren’t worthy.”

Leaning against the doorframe, Hua Ying watched Yan Zhao’s back as her dark hair fluttered. Her heart was screaming: Ahhh, Sister is so cool! I love her!

System: For a moment, I can’t even tell who is supposed to be winning over whom.

After dealing with Wei Jun, Yan Zhao didn’t care about the chaotic scene she left behind. she turned to head off to find her Master for an antidote pill.

She had only taken two steps when she felt a slight tug on her sleeve.

Yan Zhao frowned and looked back, meeting the clear, shy eyes of the little half-yao.

“Senior Sister, can I go with you?” The little half-yao’s voice was soft, looking at her with a longing yet dazed expression, like a startled kitten.

She seemed to feel embarrassed and lowered her head, her cheeks flushing. “I’m a little scared.”

Troublesome.

Yan Zhao lowered her long lashes, her expression indifferent. “Follow.”

Hua Ying thus followed obediently with a submissive air. In a place where Yan Zhao couldn’t see, she quietly curled her lips into a smile.

Yan Zhao was the personal disciple of the Liuyun Sect’s Sect Leader and lived on the highest peak, Cloud-Piercing Peak.

Hua Ying, on the other hand, was a bottom-tier outer disciple. Previously, she didn’t even have the qualifications to approach Cloud-Piercing Peak.

The two of them walked one after the other, drawing countless strange looks along the way.

Yan Zhao brought Hua Ying to find the Sect Leader.

In the cultivation world, people have ways to maintain their appearance. Although the Sect Leader was several hundred years old, he still looked like a young man in his prime.

He sat on a high seat, leaning against the chair as if he had no bones, lazily raising his eyes. “Why has Zhao-er suddenly come to see Master?”

This young disciple of his was usually cold and distant; she hadn’t shown up in front of him for a long time.

Yan Zhao performed a formal salute. With the corners of her eyes still flushed red, she said in a cold and calm voice, “Master, your disciple is here to seek an antidote pill. I have been struck by the Love-Tangle Gu.”

The Sect Leader gave a lazy smile. “And here I thought Zhao-er had finally reached an awakening (in love).”

Yan Zhao: “…”

Hua Ying: “…”

Is this Sect Leader really this unreliable? Our Liuyun Sect is probably doomed, right?

Propping his chin on his hand, the Sect Leader looked at Hua Ying, who was still holding onto Yan Zhao’s sleeve. He frowned for a moment before remembering this character.

The only half-yao disciple in the sect. Many years ago, when she was on the verge of death, a kind-hearted Elder had picked her up and brought her to the sect. Her spiritual power was extremely low.

“Little half-yao, why are you so weak?” the Sect Leader said with a worried sigh. “It’s embarrassing for our sect to even mention it.”

Hua Ying: You @#$%!&…

System: Hua Ying has left the chat due to excessive verbal violence.

The Sect Leader tossed two bottles of antidote pills to them. After a thought, he said to Yan Zhao, “The neighboring Qingshan Sword Sect is bringing their disciples for a challenge soon. The little half-yao is among the disciples selected to participate.”

“Zhao-er, during this time, fulfill your duties as Eldest Senior Sister and have the little half-yao follow you to practice properly. At least make sure she can last two moves against the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples.”

Yan Zhao: “Yes.”

Hua Ying had just swallowed the antidote pill and was still trying to figure out the situation when her life was already arranged for her.

This Qingshan Sword Sect was really dishonorable, actually picking on a “noob” like her!

Yan Zhao had already walked to the door. She turned her head, her red dress flaunting in the air, her features cold and sharp.

Looking at the dazed little half-yao, a flash of helplessness crossed her eyes. “Still not coming?”

Hua Ying snapped out of it and flashed a surprised smile. “Coming, coming! Senior Sister, wait for me!”

Well, the Sect Leader finally did something useful.

How could she pass up a chance to be so close to the beautiful sister!

Yan Zhao lived in an independent courtyard halfway up Cloud-Piercing Peak. The treatment was more than just a little bit better than what Hua Ying was used to.

She picked out an empty room and led Hua Ying to it. “You stay in this room.”

Feeling the dense spiritual energy and seeing precious magical artifacts everywhere, Hua Ying’s mouth watered with envious tears.

The little half-yao’s eyes were sparkling, as if filled with crushed starlight. She cautiously touched a pile of spirit stones on the table and looked up to ask, “Senior Sister, can I really live here?”

Seeing Yan Zhao nod, the little half-yao immediately smiled until her eyes curved into crescents, looking exactly like a kitten feeling satisfied after being petted by its owner.

Yan Zhao asked, “Are you that happy?”

Hua Ying nodded. Looking at her, she said in a sweet voice, “Because I get to be with Senior Sister, I’m especially happy.”

“Why?” Yan Zhao was puzzled.

She didn’t like socializing and focused only on cultivation; she didn’t have many friends.

No one had ever told her that being with her made them “especially happy.”

“Because in the entire sect,” Hua Ying suddenly leaned forward, bringing her face close to Yan Zhao’s, and spoke seriously, “I like Senior Sister the most-most-most of all.”

Those eyes were crystal clear, and Yan Zhao could clearly see her own reflection in them. It was as if, in this moment, the little half-yao’s world only contained her.

Yan Zhao froze for a second, then suddenly turned her head away. “Rest first. I will come to teach you cultivation tomorrow.”

She walked quickly out of the room. When she opened the door, a night breeze happened to blow in.

It fluttered Yan Zhao’s flamboyant red skirt and blew the long hair by her cheek, revealing a glimpse of a lustrous earlobe underneath it was tinted with a slight red.

Like an overly tempting cherry.

Only after Yan Zhao had walked far away did Hua Ying drop her innocent and naive expression, burying her face in the blankets and laughing out loud.

“Senior Sister is so cute when she’s shy! I want to get even closer to her now!”

“System, what is Senior Sister’s True Affection Value toward me?”

System: 15. The revolution has not yet succeeded; comrade, you still need to work hard.

15 points of affection and I can already see Senior Sister being shy? When it gets higher, wouldn’t I be able to unlock even more… hehehe.

The little three-year-old system chose to enter “Mute Mode.”

As a three-year-old system, it understands nothing!

Early the next morning, Hua Ying was woken up by Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao seriously implemented the Sect Leader’s orders, asking Hua Ying to demonstrate all the spells and sword techniques she knew.

Outer disciples didn’t know much. Hua Ying silently recited a mantra and used the “Ignition Technique” that everyone knew.

A small spark popped up on her fair fingertip, wobbled for barely a second, and then went out quite disrespectfully.

Yan Zhao’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her red lips pressed into a tight line.

She knew the little half-yao was “trash,” but she didn’t expect her to be this trash.

“Try the sword techniques,” Yan Zhao said.

Hua Ying didn’t have a personal sword, so she picked up a bamboo branch from the ground and performed a set of introductory sword moves. Her movements were stiff and painful to watch.

During this process, Yan Zhao kept her grip tight on the hilt of her white jade sword.

She was likely wishing she could pay a heavy price for a pair of eyes that had never seen that performance.

Finally unable to bear it, she spoke: “Stop.”

Before she could even say anything else, the little half-yao’s eyes had already turned red. She spoke in a soft, sobbing voice: “Senior Sister, I’m sorry. I’m just too weak.”

Hua Ying’s face was very small, and her features were exquisite. When she looked at someone with those wet, teary eyes, she looked incredibly aggrieved and pitiful.

Compared to watching that messy swordplay, Yan Zhao suddenly felt she wanted to see her cry even less.

The Eldest Senior Sister, dressed in red and looking both extremely gorgeous and extremely cold, let out a helpless sigh.

“What are you crying for?”

She walked up behind Hua Ying and shoved the white jade sword which never left her side into Hua Ying’s hand.

Yan Zhao was half a head taller than Hua Ying; she could easily pull her entirely into her embrace.

Her clear, cold voice fell beside Hua Ying’s ear, her warm breath wrapping around the earlobe like a silent entanglement.

She said: “I’ll teach you.”

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