The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 1

“How can you be so shameless!”

In a daze, Yan Jue only felt something soft beneath her.

She frowned and tried to reach out, but felt a gust of warm air on her face.

It rose and fell, carrying a faint plum fragrance, tickling her neck.

Yan Jue opened her eyes and suddenly met a pair of black eyes as clear as water.

How could there be… a woman beneath her?

A woman had been pressed down beneath her at some point.

And she was straddling the other person’s waist and abdomen, looking down at her.

The woman had a cold beauty. She was sitting on the ground, supporting herself with one hand, slightly furrowing her brows. Her features were clean, and the sunlight scattered on her fair skin, radiating a gentle glow.

She was wearing a pure white long dress, the collar of her top slightly torn open, exposing skin that was crystal clear like snow.

Perhaps because their posture was too indescribable, a warm, peachy blush surfaced on the woman’s side profile.

Yan Jue instinctively took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance, like that of a deep mountain valley, wafted around her nose.

Before Yan Jue could react, in the next instant, she was shaken off by a massive surge of spiritual energy. Her body was lifted into the air and then violently slammed onto the ground.

The surface beneath her was hard and cold flagstone, bruising her arm painfully.

Yan Jue’s eyes instantly widened. Before she could cry out in pain, her entire body stood up as if it were out of her control, and she stumbled toward the woman not far away.

It was then Yan Jue noticed a razor sharp small knife in her hand, and subsequently, she raised her hand uncontrollably and slashed fiercely toward the woman’s slender, pale neck.

A scream erupted in Yan Jue’s mind, but the words that came out were: “You tramp, how dare you steal my Chu Lang!”

A sharp pain surged from her chest, then spread to her limbs and bones. Yan Jue was instantly sent flying several zhang away and crashed to the ground.

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Yan Jue began to realize that something was wrong.

If this was a dream, it was far too real.

She had just finished a day’s work, lay on her bed, and closed her eyes what was happening?

She didn’t have time to think. A heart wrenching pain surged from her chest, as if tearing her apart.

Feeling like she was about to suffocate, Yan Jue curled up and gasped for air.

A sudden draft of wind passed over her face, and it seemed someone had stopped in front of her.

Yan Jue’s heart clenched. She opened her eyes slightly and couldn’t help but stare.

The woman she had been pinning down earlier was now standing before her.

The woman’s white clothes fluttered, her black hair was loosely tied with a silk ribbon, and her face was cold and ethereal.

The white dress snapped in the wind, making her appear like a banished immortal.

What caught Yan Jue’s eye was the sword at the woman’s waist.

The slender blade was carved with intricate runes, and the scabbard was a majestic dark black.

The woman looked down at her and said faintly, “The outcome is clear. Is Junior Sister still insistent on not leaving?”

Yan Jue stared blankly. She felt she had never seen such a beautiful woman in her life.

Yan Jue instinctively asked, “Who are you?”

Qi Xianqing raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, her expression becoming even colder.

However, the Junior Sister beside her scolded, “You are truly shameless. You are the one who sought trouble with Senior Sister Qi time and again, and now you play dumb after being struck. Watch me…”

She raised her hand, and a handful of green leaves materialized in her palm.

Qi Xianqing said, “Let’s go.”

Junior Sister replied, “Huh? But…”

Qi Xianqing gently shook her head. It was not her style to tangle with a Junior Sister who was several cultivation levels below her compared to other sects.

Furthermore, the person’s behavior was utterly tiresome, and she was already weary of it.

The dark black long sword instantly rose, emitting a pale white halo in the air.

Qi Xianqing turned to leave, but her lower leg suddenly felt heavy.

She looked back and saw Yan Jue, eyes closed and brows locked, tightly hugging her leg. A strange peachy flush colored her pale face, which was pressed against the hem of Qi Xianqing’s skirt, refusing to let go.

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly and walked forward two steps, only to find the person clinging to her so stubbornly that she was dragged across the ground for two steps.

Yan Jue wasn’t doing it on purpose.

She didn’t know what was happening, only that her whole body ached unbearably, and she felt like she was about to pass out from the pain.

But as the woman came closer, the pain seemed to lessen considerably.

Yan Jue suddenly heard a rush of wind by her ear. Then, her shoulder was fiercely struck, and her hands were involuntarily raised, bound behind her back by something.

Frowning, Qi Xianqing and the other woman stepped onto their swords and quickly disappeared into the sky in the distance.

Yan Jue stared dumbfounded at everything that had happened. When she finally reacted and tried to stand up, she suddenly froze.

Her body was somehow bound by rope, tied securely, making it impossible to stand.

The sky quickly darkened.

It was deep winter, and the temperature was frigid.

Yan Jue looked at the distant sky, and something flashed through her mind.

Senior Sister Qi.

Chu Lang.

A sudden pain in her chest made her violently spit out a mouthful of blood.

She had transmigrated into a book.

She had just transmigrated into a cannon fodder female supporting character in a male focused harem novel she had once read, called The Way of Heaven is Hard to Find.

In The Way of Heaven is Hard to Find, there was a notorious cannon fodder villain with the same name as her. She was one of the male protagonist’s harem members.

The original owner was a fox spirit. Because she was rescued by the male protagonist while playing in the mountains as a child, she became utterly infatuated with him. She even transformed into human form and used every means to infiltrate Five Dragon Mountain, just to stay by his side.

In the early stages, this was a pure unrequited love.

But when the fox demon, the original owner, realized the male protagonist didn’t love her, that emotion gradually soured.

The fox demon’s wicked nature slowly emerged. She began secretly absorbing the male protagonist’s Yang Essence, hoping to keep him by her side by diminishing his cultivation.

However, the male protagonist was, after all, the male protagonist. Although the original owner relied on absorbing his vital energy to advance her cultivation, the male protagonist had secretly learned a technique to absorb Yin and convert it to Yang.

The male protagonist played along. Every time they engaged in intimate activities, he would counter-absorb her Yin Essence.

Stripped of her Yin Essence, her final fate was tragic.

In this world, demons were already disliked. After her crimes were exposed, she was pierced through the chest by the female protagonist, the Grand Senior Sister of the Shocking Fire Sect, Qi Xianqing.

The millennium-old fox’s heart was gouged out and used as the most precious alchemical ingredient.

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out all over Yan Jue’s body. She instinctively looked up at the sky.

The two women who flew away just now.

One of them was the female protagonist of the book, Qi Xianqing.

If she remembered correctly, the original owner saw Qi Xianqing as a love rival due to her infatuation with the male protagonist and would occasionally provoke her.

The female protagonist, Qi Xianqing, was at the peak of the Illumination Realm cultivation, many levels higher than the original owner, who was naturally no match for her.

Therefore, when she transmigrated, she had just been disciplined.

Yan Jue felt the soreness from her wrists behind her and thought, Am I going to die right after transmigrating?

But that was impossible. A character like the original owner in the novel was a stepping stone for the male protagonist to jump from the Qi Condensation Realm to the Illumination Realm. Her death was supposed to be at the hands of the male and female protagonists.

The novel lightly glossed over the bitter rivalry between the original owner and Qi Xianqing.

In this situation, someone would likely come to save her…

Yan Jue desperately moved her arms. After lying on the cold flagstone for an unknown period, just as she felt her whole body was freezing, the rope behind her hands suddenly loosened.

She froze for a moment, then immediately sat up from the ground.

It was already night, and the moonlight was like water.

The beautiful young woman’s wrists were as pale as frost, but there was a distinct rope mark, faintly bleeding.

The wound on her shoulder was also throbbing painfully.

Before the female protagonist left, she must have struck her hard with something—the excruciating pain was likely from that last whip.

This female protagonist is too ruthless!

Yan Jue felt terrible, knowing that the “original self” in the novel would eventually have her heart pierced by this very person.

…But since she had transmigrated, going back was probably incredibly difficult. Figuring out the current situation was paramount.

Yan Jue hardened her resolve and stood up.

She vaguely held the original owner’s memories and knew that the Water Cloud Sect, where the original owner lived, was near this square.

A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm could not yet fly, so she had to move her aching legs and walk toward her dormitory.

The mountain path was winding, with lush green pines lining both sides of the road.

Following the original owner’s memory, Yan Jue took many twists and turns and finally arrived at the small wooden house where she lived.

She was still a bit disoriented. The memories of the original owner were hazy, and she urgently needed a quiet place to organize her thoughts.

In the original novel, the original owner lived alone in a quiet small courtyard.

Fortunately, the original owner never associated with anyone except the male protagonist, so Yan Jue didn’t have to worry about being exposed.

Yan Jue stepped onto the bluestone path in the courtyard, then suddenly stopped, startled.

A person was standing in the shadows beneath a plum blossom tree not far away.

That person seemed to have noticed her and slowly walked out.

It was a young man with rosy lips and white teeth, tall and graceful, handsome as Pan An. He wore the uniform light blue robe of the outer disciples, and his appearance was indescribably good-looking.

Yan Jue stared blankly. An unfamiliar surge of excitement welled up in her heart. She saw the young man look at her with an expression of intense disgust: “Did you go looking for Senior Sister Qi today?”

The original owner’s memories tumbled through her mind. Yan Jue almost uncontrollably uttered two words: “Chu Fu.”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Chu Fu was the male protagonist of the novel. If she wasn’t mistaken, he should still be an Outer Disciple right now.

The ones who ultimately killed her were Chu Fu and Qi Xianqing, that detestable pair.

Chu Fu walked over, seemingly filled with extreme loathing but forcing himself to tolerate it: “I told you not to look for trouble with her. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Still the script of a hero enduring humiliation for a beauty.

Yan Jue didn’t know how to reply. She could only imitate the original owner’s demeanor in her memory and slowly said to the male protagonist, “Mm.”

For some reason, her voice was soft. Perhaps this body still retained some of the original owner’s habits; she unconsciously felt a maidenly excitement toward the male protagonist.

Chu Fu frowned at Yan Jue, suddenly grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the room.

Yan Jue stumbled from his pull: “Why can’t we just talk outside?” Also, wasn’t this her room? How familiar were this male protagonist and the original owner?

Chu Fu turned back to look at her, his face dark and sullen: “What did you say to her today?”

Yan Jue was stunned: “Huh? What did I say…”

Chu Fu closed the door, cutting off the room from the outside world.

He looked at Yan Jue, his voice measured, his gaze so cold it seemed to drip ice: “Yan Jue, I’m telling you, if you dare to say a single word about what happened between us to Senior Sister Qi, I will never let you go! I didn’t know what I was doing last time; I was merely under your enchantment. Nothing actually happened!”

As Chu Fu spoke, Yan Jue suddenly remembered.

The first ten chapters of this novel were basically the drama between her, the cannon fodder female supporting character, and the male protagonist.

The cannon fodder, Yan Jue, was desperate to seduce the male protagonist by any means.

The inexplicable things Chu Fu was saying to her just now were likely about a time not long ago when the original owner, Yan Jue, used some trickery, intending to seduce the male protagonist but failing.

Then, to force the male protagonist to sleep with her, Yan Jue threatened to tell the female protagonist, Qi Xianqing, about the incident.

Having figured out the situation, Yan Jue felt a splitting headache. She shook off the male protagonist’s hand and impatiently said, “I didn’t tell her.”

Chu Fu frowned: “Really? You really didn’t mention the last incident to Senior Sister Qi?”

The man was very close, and a faint, sensual scent of grass and wood emanated from him.

Yan Jue didn’t know why, but some indescribable images suddenly surfaced in her mind, and her throat felt dry.

This body seems to have longed for the male protagonist for a long time.

Yan Jue’s scalp tingled. Her back was pressed tightly against the wall. She just wanted to quickly trick the male protagonist into leaving: “I really didn’t tell her. I promise I’ll never tell her. Can you leave now?”

Chu Fu was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to agree so easily.

In the past, wouldn’t this seductive woman usually threaten him for a while?

This is not normal.

Chu Fu’s eyes darkened.

He was cultivating in his room today and ignored the whimpering and troublesome Yan Jue who came to seek his attention.

Unexpectedly, in a fit of anger, Yan Jue said she would tell Qi Xianqing about the time he lost control and forcibly kissed her.

Before he could stop her, she had run off like a gust of wind.

Chu Fu also hadn’t expected this woman to be so shameless.

She would even stir up trouble with such private matters.

Too dangerous.

He had to give her some benefit to seal her lips forever.

Chu Fu looked at Yan Jue for a while, and a sexy smile slowly curled at the corner of his lips. He took a step closer and rubbed her chin with his thumb: “If you are truly willing to keep this secret with me, then make the Five Poisons Vow right now.”

Yan Jue was stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“If you are obedient, I will yield to you.”

He then unfastened his belt.