The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 15

Master Huang said helplessly, “Madam hasn’t been feeling well lately. She took some medicine earlier and has already gone to bed. Otherwise, she would have come to greet the immortal master in person.”

Yan Jue couldn’t help but look at Qi Xianqing with newfound respect for her social finesse.

Though the female cultivator appeared cold and distant, she clearly knew exactly how to deal with people.

Descending the mountain for training was officially a mission to uphold justice, but for disciples like Qi Xianqing, it was more about representing the face of the Five Dragons Sect.

Not only did she leave the townsfolk with a favorable impression of the Five Dragons’ “immortal masters,” but having a good relationship with their employer made exorcising demons inside the mansion much easier.

Qi Xianqing didn’t hurry into the inner chamber. Instead, she stood in the main hall chatting with Master Huang.

The Huang family was one of the great families in Nanxing Town. Master Huang was deeply devoted to his wife he had only one official wife and a single concubine, and for the past seven or eight years, he hadn’t taken any new ones.

His wife was frail and had given birth to only one child over ten years ago a daughter who had since fallen into madness. The family had no other heirs.

Master Huang sighed. “It’s thanks to my wife that our household runs so smoothly. Unfortunately, we have no son, and that’s been our greatest regret. So lately, she’s been taking medicine from a Daoist to regulate her body. We’ve been… trying for another child.”

“…”

After supper in the front hall, night soon fell.

They followed Qi Xianqing once more to the inner quarters.

Standing outside, they peered into the room it was pitch dark.

Master Huang called out twice toward the door, frowning. “My lady must have gone to sleep”

Before he could finish, his voice stopped abruptly.

From within came the faint sound of a woman crying soft and mournful, drifting with a strange whispering wind.

Master Huang clutched his ears and muttered frantically, “She’s having another episode! She’s possessed again!”

The woman’s eerie sobs wavered, breaking into laughter that made everyone’s skin crawl.

Then silence.

Next came the creak of a chair being dragged across the floor.

A long, thin shadow appeared on the window lattice.

Qi Xianqing flung open the door and rushed inside. She saw Madam Huang in disheveled clothes, standing on a chair, her expression dazed yet smiling faintly.

In her pale hands, she held a three-foot length of white silk.

She was about to hang herself!

Qi Xianqing quickly caught her under the arms and lifted her down. At that moment, Madam Huang’s face twisted in terror; she began thrashing wildly, shouting incoherently, “Hu Lang! Hu Lang!” She kicked and struck at them, overturning a chair.

Qi Xianqing pinned her to the bed and looked up at Duan Luxi.

“Don’t panic. We won’t harm you.”

Duan Luxi stepped forward, fed the woman medicine, then knelt by the bedside, frowning as she felt the pulse.

Yan Jue asked, “Is she possessed?”

Qi Xianqing nodded, her gaze steady. “A malign spirit.”

Duan Luxi added, “Her pulse is strange. She’s definitely possessed, but I can’t tell what kind.”

Yan Jue stood nearby, watching intently eager to learn.

Although she had read the original story this world was based on, she didn’t remember the details of these supernatural rules.

Duan Luxi explained:

The world’s malevolent forces fell into three main categories ghosts, demons, and devils each with countless subtypes.

Ordinarily, without solid evidence, an exorcist couldn’t use a specific talisman to banish an entity.

In ordinary people, possession often manifested as “soul loss” their soul wandering away.

Only cultivators who had reached the Sixth Stage could see souls with the naked eye.

The Five Dragons Sect had a secret art the Soul Guiding Technique to locate a missing soul first.

If the victim’s soul had been lost for too long, it became dangerous, since wandering ghosts might seize the empty body.

Though Qi Xianqing was the senior leading the mission, rules dictated that, unless danger was extreme, the disciples had to handle the task themselves.

Among them, Duan Luxi’s cultivation was highest, so she naturally took the lead.

“The Soul Guiding Technique covers a wide range,” Duan Luxi said, “but the drawback is that it’s time-consuming.”

At her current level, it would take five full hours to complete the ritual.

“I wonder what Madam Huang saw,” Duan Luxi murmured. “One moment she tries to hang herself, the next she calls out ‘Hu Lang’… and now she’s in such a well, compromising position.”

Madam Huang’s current posture was… quite indecorous.

Yan Jue, standing at the bedside, suddenly noticed something and froze.

The lower half of the bed was soaked.

Qi Xianqing noticed her confusion. “That’s yin essence,” she explained calmly.

Yan Jue’s face flushed scarlet.

In this world, “yin essence” referred to both the physical fluids exchanged during intercourse and a woman’s inherent yin energy.

In the novel’s original story, the original Yan Jue’s tragic fate had been sealed when the male lead drained her yin essence.

But Madam Huang was lying motionless so why did this happen now?

Chu Fu, who had been observing silently, suddenly smiled. “Senior Sister, I happen to have something that might help.”

Qi Xianqing turned and saw him holding out an old bronze mirror shaped like a sunflower. Under candlelight, it shimmered faintly.

Everyone was startled.

“This is a Soul Summoning Mirror,” Chu Fu explained. “It reveals things invisible to the eye and can draw a lost soul back.”

Duan Luxi gasped. “But only a few exist in the entire world…”

She trailed off, clearly impressed. “You’re full of surprises, Junior Brother.”

Even Qi Xianqing looked slightly taken aback.

Yan Jue’s face, however, soured.

This was Chu Fu’s second golden cheat the Soul Summoning Mirror.

According to the novel, Chu Fu had once met a reclusive sage in a cliff side cave on Five Dragons Mountain, who bestowed upon him divine tools.

At this point in the story, he had two the Hundred Step Carriage and the Soul-Summoning Mirror.

She’d managed to stop him from using the carriage earlier, but the mirror… that was unavoidable.

The next part should unfold as in the book: Chu Fu would use the mirror, retrieve Madam Huang’s soul within an incense stick’s time, and win Qi Xianqing’s admiration.

The male lead, indeed every gesture perfectly poised, his charming smile glowing like starlight in the flickering candles.

He rolled up his sleeves and placed the mirror at the bedside.

Though Madam Huang clearly lay there, the reflection in the mirror showed an empty bed.

Chu Fu stroked the mirror’s surface. “The red glow means her soul isn’t far still within this room.”

He paced slowly around until he reached the couch and stopped.

“Senior Sister,” he said solemnly, “I’ve found her.”

Qi Xianqing leaned forward to look.

Yan Jue hurried to peer into the mirror as well.

On the couch, two figures appeared Madam Huang, in a crimson nightdress, half her white shoulder exposed, swaying her hips seductively.

And reclining on the couch a handsome young man smiling up at her.

Duan Luxi muttered, “No wonder her soul doesn’t want to return she’s enjoying herself too much.”

Qi Xianqing straightened. “In that case, Chu Fu, divide a wisp of your spirit and enter the mirror to retrieve her.”

Chu Fu bowed. “Yes, Senior Sister.”

The others stepped outside to wait.

“How long does the mirror take compared to the guiding technique?” Duan Luxi asked.

Qi Xianqing replied, “Half a day for the guiding spell, one incense stick for the mirror. If the practitioner’s skilled one cup of tea’s time.”

“Didn’t expect our Junior Brother to be so capable,” Duan Luxi mused. “Responsible, too. What do you think, Senior Sister?”

Qi Xianqing paused. “Perhaps. But not everyone who owns a tool can control it.”

Time passed.

Yan Jue shifted restlessly. “Why is he taking so long?”

More than one incense stick… maybe two.

Her words made Qi Xianqing frown. She pushed open the door.

Inside, Chu Fu lay unconscious beside the bed, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed unnaturally red and smiling dreamily, just like Madam Huang earlier.

Yan Jue blinked. “?”

Qi Xianqing sat by the bed, staring at the mirror in silence.

Yan Jue leaned over to look and froze.

In the mirror, Chu Fu was completely naked, locked in a passionate embrace with Madam Huang.

The scene was… not suitable for minors.

That was not how the original story went.

Yan Jue’s mind raced. “What’s this Madam’s name again?”

“Madam Huang Yan,” Duan Luxi answered.

“….”

Yan Jue mentally cursed.

Huang Yan one of the male lead’s future harem members!

In the novel, this was when Chu Fu and Qi Xianqing worked together; Chu Fu entered the mirror, got seduced, and lost control.

Afterward, he successfully retrieved her soul, and though they quarreled later, the intimacy of that soul entanglement sparked their relationship.

But in the original story, Qi Xianqing never saw what happened inside.

She only entered after Chu Fu had “rescued” the soul.

And his excuse for the delay? “Her soul was deeply trapped it took time.”

“…”

Yan Jue suddenly realized with a shiver that her earlier complaint at the door might have caused Qi Xianqing to go in early. If so… then the story’s plot could be changed.

Duan Luxi squinted. “So, what now? How long until he’s… done? Should we pull them both out?”

Qi Xianqing and Duan Luxi’s faces were unreadable this was supposed to be a sacred exorcism, and now both exorcist and victim were literally out of their bodies together.

Duan Luxi suggested, “Maybe one of us should go in and get them.”

Qi Xianqing raised a hand to stop her. “The woman’s soul is thick with yin energy. If we approach rashly, it’ll affect us.”

Qi Xianqing and Duan Luxi were both sword cultivators strongly aligned with yang energy.

Yin and yang attract if they entered, they might get fused with the spirit instead.

Qi Xianqing considered for a moment. “This artifact is Chu Fu’s. I assumed he could control it, but apparently not. Yan Shimei.”

Yan Jue froze.

“Your yin energy is the strongest among us,” Qi Xianqing said. “Yin repels yin you won’t be influenced.”

Yan Jue: “…”

Her heart went cold.

The original Yan Jue’s body was that of a pure-yin fox spirit, daughter of the Ghost Fox Clan.

She thought she’d hidden it well but Qi Xianqing had seen through her instantly.

Did Qi Xianqing know… more?

“Can you go in and pull Chu Fu’s spirit back?” Qi Xianqing asked softly.

Yan Jue forced herself to stay calm. Pure yin bodies weren’t that rare experienced cultivators could sense them at a glance. It didn’t mean Qi Xianqing knew her secret.

She glanced at the red faced Chu Fu and said flatly, “I’d rather not.”

Drag his soul back? No thanks. Besides, in the novel, he succeeded on his own. Why bother now?

Qi Xianqing raised a brow. “Truly?”

Yan Jue crossed her arms. “Not interested.”

Qi Xianqing’s gaze softened, like clear water. “Come here, I’ll show you something.”

Yan Jue’s instincts screamed danger. Every time Qi Xianqing used that tone, it never ended well.

She reluctantly stepped closer only to see Qi Xianqing draw out a small wooden box from her spatial pouch.

Qi Xianqing flipped it once in the air and held it open. “Take a look.”

Yan Jue extended her divine sense and saw, inside the Shadow Capturing Box, a full color image.

A photo of herself crying, nose bleeding, utterly mortified.

Yan Jue: “!!”

Qi Xianqing smiled serenely. “If you go and save him, I’ll destroy the photo. You wouldn’t want this ending up in the Five Dragons Chronicles, would you?”

Yan Jue glared at her for several seconds then lunged to snatch it.

Qi Xianqing easily dodged, pulling the box away Yan Jue lost balance and fell forward, landing squarely in the senior’s soft embrace.

Qi Xianqing’s body, though lithe and muscled from sword training, was supple from her sect’s internal arts firm yet yielding like silk.

Yan Jue sank into her as if into a cloud, unable to grab the box no matter how she struggled.

Qi Xianqing’s lips curved in amusement as Yan Jue’s face turned crimson.

“I’ll go! I’ll go!” Yan Jue hissed.

At once, she steadied her mind, split off a wisp of spirit, and dove into the couch where Madam Huang’s soul awaited.