The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 11

“!!!”

Yan Jue startled, immediately tied her belt, and looked around, confirming that no one else was nearby before relaxing.

Although she was a modern person and not overly concerned, in ancient times, accidentally exposing something to an outsider seemed like a very serious matter?! To the extent that one might have to offer marriage in return.

Yan Jue recalled the way Qi Xianqing had looked at her just now, silently chanting in her heart, I am straight, she is also straight, and then turned and went back.

That evening, Yan Jue returned to the wooden cabin, sat on the bed, took out the medicinal herbs she had bought the day before, and slowly tended to the dog bite wound on her arm.

She had only been back on the mountain for a few days and had already been injured twice truly bad luck.

But…

She had now broken through to the Mid Foundation Establishment Realm. The feeling in her body was completely different from when she had first transmigrated. If her body had been a pool of stagnant water before, now she felt a vibrant, thriving vitality surging from the depths of her being.

Yan Jue interpreted this as the original owner having enjoyed too much comfort while staying by the male lead’s side, causing the cultivator’s physical functions to gradually stiffen. The original owner, being a fox from the Ghost Manor, naturally had excellent aptitude. After all she had gone through since transmigrating, she had naturally activated some of the body’s functions. Indeed, opportunity was key to cultivation; a peaceful life was certainly enjoyable, but one wouldn’t advance so quickly.

After tending to the wound, Yan Jue closed her eyes and suddenly felt a surge of demonic energy from her chest. In the next instant, she transformed into a fox with fiery red fur.

Yan Jue immediately leaped onto the windowsill, stretched, and walked out. She wasn’t sleepy. The cultivation technique she had practiced during the day had been interrupted halfway by the dog demon, so she was going out to continue circulating her energy.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the evening breeze was pleasant. Yan Jue stepped with her paws, the sound crisp on the dry leaves. The original owner’s fox form was exquisite: her fur was fiery red with not a hint of impurity, while her belly was snow-white, like a white lotus blooming amidst flames.

She soon arrived at Qiwu Peak.

Yan Jue walked to the edge of the spirit pond but paused abruptly as she approached. In that instant, she sensed an intense killing intent, causing all her fur to stand on end.

Through the swirling mist, a woman stood by the lake with her hands behind her back. She was dressed in white, and with a single step, electricity dissipated from her feet, and a fierce wind roared. Her expression was icy cold, each step like treading on a lotus.

A profoundly black longsword whirled above her head, shifting into various stances, drawing streaks of magnificent afterimages across the dark night sky. It reminded Yan Jue of the fly-pasts during modern military parades, where aircraft overhead moved with similar grandeur.

That back view was too beautiful; the aura of an Immortal descended to the mortal realm was too striking to ignore. Yan Jue recognized the person with just one glance.

The one practicing sword by the spirit pond was none other than Qi Xianqing, whom she had just met during the day!

Yan Jue calmed down quickly after a brief moment of panic. Setting aside her preconceived notions about the female lead, Yan Jue had to admit that the female lead was truly beautiful, perfectly hitting her aesthetic sweet spot. She had the temperament, the figure, and the looks. Admiring her was an enjoyment in itself.

Furthermore, the “iceberg” female lead was deeply engrossed in her practice and seemed not to have noticed her. Although Qi Xianqing was selfish and cold, that didn’t prevent Yan Jue from appreciating a beauty.

So, Yan Jue flattened her belly to the ground, rested her chin on the soil, and watched the lakeside from the grass. The sword strikes were powerful, the moves precise, and faint spiritual energy floated in the air. Qi Xianqing’s Candle Shadow Immortal Sword, truly worthy of being an immortal sword capable of slaying all evil, exuded a palpable sense of pressure even to Yan Jue, who was dozens of li away. Moreover, Qi Xianqing wasn’t even holding the sword with her hand; she simply stood by the shore with her hands behind her back, silently reciting sword incantations, and the longsword tumbled in the air like a swimming dragon.

Watching it, Yan Jue felt a pang of envy. Why could others learn such powerful sword techniques and divine abilities, yet no one came to teach her?!

Suddenly, the sword soaring in the sky plunged downwards like an out of control long dragon, whistling past. Qi Xianqing leaned sideways Candle Shadow grazed her shoulder, apparently accidentally severing her hair ribbon. Instantly, her ink black hair cascaded down, fluttering gently in the wind.

Qi Xianqing tutted in exasperation, “You really are…”

Candle Shadow hung suspended in mid-air, seemingly stunned, like a misbehaving child, not daring to move. Yan Jue knew that famous immortal swords possessed something called a Sword Spirit. Their minds were not very mature, equivalent to a five or six-year-old child, and the sword’s user could communicate with the spirit.

Qi Xianqing then took something from her Cosmic Pouch, held it in her mouth, raised her hand to coil up her long black hair, and used that thing as a hairpin to secure it in place.

Yan Jue was stunned. After clearly seeing what that object was, her heart hammered: !!! The female lead was using the peony flower she had sent over last night as a hairpin!!! The peony was gorgeous and seductive, while the female lead was a cold and ethereal Immortal Monarch. The two combined made her exceptionally captivating and stunningly beautiful.

While Yan Jue was lost in thought, she failed to notice the spiritual energy fluctuations over there had stopped. Yan Jue snapped back to reality only to see that Qi Xianqing, who had been controlling Candle Shadow moments ago, had somehow turned around. Their gazes met, her peach blossom eyes deep and reserved under the moonlight.

Yan Jue shrieked, and all her fur stood on end; she instantly wanted to flee. For some reason, the killing intent emanating from Qi Xianqing made her terribly afraid. Qi Xianqing cultivated the sword; she possessed a righteous, unyielding sword spirit and vast, noble aura the very presence that should terrify all demon races.

Yan Jue turned and bolted on all fours, intending to escape. Suddenly, Qi Xianqing retracted her longsword, crouched down, and held out a bone from somewhere, looking at her: “Come here”

Yan Jue froze, turning back to look. The Qi Xianqing whose face had been filled with killing intent was now squatting on the ground, looking at her with a gentle smile. Seeing her look back, Qi Xianqing smiled warmly, placed the bone on the ground, supported herself with her hands, and sat cross-legged, still watching her.

Yan Jue: “…”

“Grumble…”

A strange sound echoed in the air. She hadn’t eaten dinner today and was actually a little hungry. Perhaps being a fox had made her thoughts more like those of a canine. Yan Jue never imagined that one day she would be tempted by a bone with meat on it!

Anyway, I have thoroughly practiced the Pingshuan Jue, and most of the demonic energy on my body is restrained. I probably won’t be recognized… right?

So, Yan Jue delicately and slowly crawled out of the grass, her ears erect and alert, inching forward with her belly pressed to the ground. She was extremely cautious, prepared to turn and flee at any moment in case she was instantly struck down by Qi Xianqing’s Candle Shadow upon approaching.

Nothing unusual happened even as she got closer to Qi Xianqing. Yan Jue had never been this peacefully close to Qi Xianqing. She nudged the bone, smelled it.

Qi Xianqing smiled and asked, “What family’s little fox is sneaking out in the middle of the night? You’ve been watching here for half an hour; I’ve noticed you for a long time.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Yan Jue: Squeak?!

Yan Jue suddenly realized she might have underestimated the female lead. Qi Xianqing’s spiritual sense was frighteningly powerful. She was still wearing the North Sea Dark Iron Demon Restraining Collar around her neck. Because she had transformed into a fox, the collar had turned into a small bell attached to a red silk string, jingling cutely around her neck. Qi Xianqing probably mistook her for… someone else’s spirit beast.

The bone remained on the ground. Yan Jue only sniffed it but didn’t eat it. Although she was instinctively drawn to the meaty bone, she wasn’t a real fox.

Qi Xianqing squatted down, looked at her a couple of times, “Not eating? You don’t like bones?”

Qi Xianqing knew that the Five Dragons’ Back Mountain was home to many rare beasts, many of which were at the second or third cultivation realm. The Five Dragons Mountain was rich in spiritual energy, and the spirit beasts living in the mountains for years had mostly awakened their intelligence; some even found decorations to wear, and some could even cook their own food. The Five Dragons Sect and these spirit beasts, who were between divine beasts and demon beasts, had always maintained a peaceful coexistence. This red fox’s spiritual energy was pure; although it carried some demonic aura common to deep mountain beasts, it was very gentle, suggesting it hadn’t harmed any humans.

This was where Yan Jue became less composed. Compared to the bone, Qi Xianqing was far more attractive to her. When in human form, resisting the pull of Qi Xianqing’s pure Immortal Spirit Body was already extremely difficult, let alone now as a fox it was utterly irresistible.

Does Qi Xianqing know… that I smell so fragrant?

A faint, icy, pure scent of plum blossoms, gentle and lingering, like a thin layer of snow in the forest in the early morning. The entire fox felt dizzy, only staring at Qi Xianqing with a pair of narrow fox eyes; her pupils were amber crystal almond color.

Qi Xianqing reached a hand out to her, and Yan Jue inexplicably felt excited. Her fiery red, large tail wagged back and forth, making soft woo-woo sounds from her mouth, and her tongue kept licking Qi Xianqing’s palm. Her small front paws rested on the female lead’s knee. Her whiskers tickled her palm.

Qi Xianqing curved her eyes: “What is your name?”

Yan Jue felt as if her heart had been struck by an arrow. Damn it. To hear the female lead speak to me in such a gentle voice in my lifetime!!! She became even more uncooperative, her tail wagging in the air like a flower.

“…..”

It was the little fox who wanted to do this. What does it have to do with me, Yan Jue.

Qi Xianqing lifted the fox by her armpits, raising her slightly. The little fox’s four paws showed a faint pink color, and her narrow fox eyes were slightly narrowed. Then Qi Xianqing stroked her fluffy head, her fingertips sliding down to her neck, scratching her casually.

Yan Jue could maintain a poker face at first, but eventually, she reflexively parted her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and kicked her hind paws a couple of times remotely.

Qi Xianqing murmured, “So cute.”

Yan Jue looked at Qi Xianqing. Suddenly, the fox’s sharp hearing made her ears stand straight up. She seemed to hear something in the distant deep forest rapidly approaching them, the dry leaves rustling, carrying a dense killing intent.

Instantly, the smile in Qi Xianqing’s eyes vanished completely, her face rapidly covered in a sheet of frost. She rose into the air and retreated two zhang back in an instant. A powerful spiritual energy exploded from all directions, like a sword being unsheathed.

The next moment, an extremely hard shard shot over and smashed into the lakeshore where Qi Xianqing had just been sitting. The shard’s edge was incredibly sharp, embedding itself two feet deep into the ground. If Qi Xianqing hadn’t dodged quickly, she would have surely been killed.

A deafening roar erupted in the air: “AOOO”

A fierce gale swept in, carrying a strong stench of decay. In the nearby grass, a giant black snake instantly appeared, about three times the height of an adult man combined. Its black scales gleamed with an eerie light under the moonlight, and its golden pupils flickered.

Yan Jue was stunned; she knew the female lead was a rare Millennial Immortal Spirit Body, and her blood held a fatal attraction for demon beasts, making her very dangerous when outside.

“ROAR!!!”

The black snake let out an angry roar, its fangs parting wide, and a stream of deep green liquid shot through the air. Immediately after, its entire body lunged toward Qi Xianqing to bite.

Qi Xianqing: “Go hide.”

She casually patted the base of Yan Jue’s tail. A canine’s tail is highly sensitive, and this pat almost made all of Yan Jue’s fur stand on end. Still, she obediently ran to the distant grass and crouched down!