The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 21

Yan Jue was suppressed by the monkey demon’s demonic power, once again experiencing what it meant to be completely crushed by a superior cultivation level.

Although she was now at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, she was still completely immobilized under the monkey demon’s powerful suppression.

Yan Jue barely managed to open her eyes and suddenly saw a slender figure appear at the cave entrance.

At the same time, the monkey demon soared into the air, brandishing the iron staff in its hand.

A blast of fierce wind swept over her, the iron staff carrying immense force coming down from above, just a fraction of an inch away from her head.

Yan Jue stared at the distant figure, and after showing a knowing smile, her body uncontrollably began to tremble slightly.

There was a distance between the cave entrance and the couch here, and Qi Xianqing was so far away; time was definitely running out.

Just as the monkey demon’s iron rod was about to touch her forehead, Yan Jue closed her eyes and suddenly felt an extremely violent wind brush against her cheek, accompanied by a faint scratching sound. The expected pain did not arrive.

Yan Jue was stunned and abruptly opened her eyes.

Qi Xianqing was standing behind the monkey demon at some unknown time. Dust was churning on the ground; she was half-crouched, her fingertips lightly touching the ground to diffuse her momentum, and then she drew her sword and rose, her body forming an almost graceful line in the air.

A flash of cyan light streaked past, and the nearby macaque demon’s head suddenly split in two!

So fast… too fast…

Everything flowed smoothly, neither rushed nor slow, yet exceptionally swift.

The cyan light sliced through the body, and the monkey demon was like a watermelon. Qi Xianqing cleaved the demon’s body into two halves, starting from the top of its head and ending at its crotch!

A thick scent of blood mixed with demonic energy scattered around. Yan Jue watched Qi Xianqing’s demon-slaying scene with shock, her heart deeply unsettled.

Qi Xianqing’s expression was as cold as frost and snow, and her immortal sword, “Candle Shadow,” trembled violently in the air.

The pitch black demonic blood was slowly being swallowed by the sword body.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sword body gradually returned to a faint cyan color, emitting a cold glint under the dim candlelight.

Qi Xianqing looked down at Yan Jue.

Yan Jue subconsciously lowered her eyes, somewhat afraid to meet her gaze.

Although Qi Xianqing was currently someone she could stand on the same side as, she still carried an aura… one that terrified all evil spirits under heaven.

Her heart was beating fast, but the sharp pain in her abdomen surged wave after wave.

Qi Xianqing’s voice sounded from above, clear and ethereal: “What’s wrong?”

Yan Jue tightly pressed her abdomen, her face pale as she breathed: “My stomach hurts so much.”

Qi Xianqing knew that the spiritual power from the early fusion stage was inherently unstable and too heavy for Yan Jue. The other party certainly couldn’t absorb it all at once.

That mass of spiritual energy had been inside Yan Jue’s abdomen for five days, which was likely the limit for her body.

Qi Xianqing lowered her head, helped Yan Jue up, and sat her on the couch over there: “Don’t move, I’ll force the spiritual energy out for you.”

Yan Jue slowly nodded, barely maintaining a cross-legged posture.

A pair of soft hands rested on her back.

Little by little, spiritual energy was injected into her body. Yan Jue adjusted her chaotic breathing and felt the uncomfortable sensation in her abdomen lessen slightly.

Qi Xianqing looked up and glanced at the person in front of her.

Yan Jue frowned, seemingly in great pain.

The spiritual energy reached the most critical stage of dissipation. Yan Jue frowned, clearly uncomfortable, and her body instinctively leaned forward.

Qi Xianqing closed her eyes and secretly used internal force to firmly pin her body in place.

Yan Jue let out a soft sound well, she was healing herself.

Yan Jue had no choice but to yield to her strength. Her crow feather like long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly again.

Qi Xianqing sat cross-legged behind Yan Jue, closed her eyes, and slowly unblocked her spiritual meridians.

For a moment, all the spiritual energy in Yan Jue’s body surged into Qi Xianqing’s body, and the spiritual energies within the two briefly intersected.

Qi Xianqing suddenly noticed something and paused her movements.

Like all unawakened disciples, Yan Jue’s spiritual meridians were blocked.

For a cultivator to achieve a breakthrough, the unobstructed flow of all meridians throughout the body is crucial.

Some people fail to break through to the Aperture Opening stage for a hundred years precisely because their entire network of spiritual meridians is blocked. The spiritual energy cannot circulate through the body in a full cycle and naturally cannot proceed to Aperture Opening stage cultivation.

Unblocking the entire body’s spiritual energy can be achieved through diligent practice. However, if an expert assists, one can save a lot of detours.

This is why disciples from the four great immortal cultivation families, even if their aptitude is mediocre, generally have a cultivation level no lower than the Aperture Opening stage. This is because the immortal cultivation families have predecessors to clear the meridians for their juniors. Moreover, many disciples with excellent aptitude who pass the grand selection and enter the Six Great Immortal Sects have access to cultivators at the Sixth or Seventh Realm to guide their meridians. Outer disciples, already possessing poor aptitude and lacking guidance, naturally might never break through the Foundation Establishment stage in their entire lives.

A surge of burning spiritual power gathered in her palm. Qi Xianqing opened her eyes slightly, knowing she had touched Yan Jue’s pulse point.

A cultivator’s pulse point is extremely important and fragile; it is the center of all the body’s meridians. A slight mistake can cause it to shatter, resulting in death and complete ruin of cultivation. Since she had now found Yan Jue’s pulse point, she might as well do a favor and help clear her meridians.

Clearing meridians is truly a skill that requires considerable insight and experience. For instance, while guiding Yan Jue’s meridians, Qi Xianqing had already discerned the opponent’s Water and Earth dual spiritual roots, meaning the spiritual energy must be channeled towards the Qian and Li positions (corresponding to Metal and Fire in the Five Elements theory, often associated with certain meridians/energy centers in cultivation texts). Otherwise, if the meridian opening route does not match one’s own spiritual roots, it will not aid cultivation.

The spiritual energy surged and collided inside Yan Jue, being maneuvered by Qi Xianqing towards the corresponding directions.

After another incense stick’s worth of time, Yan Jue’s pain completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of lightness and relief in her body. It seemed a brand-new spiritual power was joyfully surging in her abdomen.

Qi Xianqing released her hands, and Yan Jue tumbled like a broken puppet, falling directly onto the bed. Her head felt groggy, and she felt a strong urge to sleep.

Qi Xianqing looked down at her quietly.

Yan Jue’s outer robe was torn, and the collar of her snow white inner garment was slightly open. A blush of unnatural color tinged her fair cheeks, and her delicate, crimson lips were covered in crystalized saliva. In the dim light, with her head turned to the side, one could see the girl’s fragile throat bone moving up and down.

Qi Xianqing had never experienced anything like this before and found it somewhat novel. Looking at Yan Jue now, it was like looking at something extremely precious that belonged to her. Yan Jue was like an exquisite doll she had just created. She didn’t want her to be soiled. She wanted to be involved in and know every technique Yan Jue learned in the future.

Qi Xianqing reached out, carefully adjusted the collar of Yan Jue’s inner garment, then stood up, took off her own outer robe, and slowly put it on Yan Jue.

She had a strange feeling that Yan Jue was particularly young, perhaps not even having begun to develop yet. Her clothes seemed a bit too large for Yan Jue…

In a daze, Yan Jue suddenly saw Qi Xianqing holding something out to her.

It was a snow-white handkerchief.

Yan Jue was stunned and looked at her in confusion. Realizing what it was, her cheeks flushed instantly. She hastily took the handkerchief, wiped her mouth expressionlessly, cleaning off all the sweat and saliva: “Thank you.”

??? She really couldn’t control her expression just now and had shown an embarrassing side to Qi Xianqing again.

Yan Jue suddenly felt something strange about her body. She looked down and was shocked to find herself wearing a pitch black Daoist robe.

Yan Jue glanced at Qi Xianqing, only to see that the latter had taken off her outer robe and was only wearing the light, narrow-sleeved long dress underneath.

“…”

Qi Xianqing looked down and expressionlessly took out a token. The previously lifeless wooden piece had lit up during the slaying of the macaque demon, with spiritual energy faintly floating on it, indicating that a demon had truly been slain this time.

The cave was empty and dimly lit, with only a large bed and a cabinet that must have been stolen from somewhere. It was very simple. This was probably the normal state of survival for most demons. Except for the five noble-born demons, few in the demon realm seemed to have the leisure to enjoy life.

Then came the routine body search.

After resting for a while, Yan Jue finally managed to sit up on the bed. She watched Qi Xianqing squatting in front of the cabinet searching. She forced herself to ignore the bloody corpse on the ground and stood up, wanting to see if there was anything she could help with.

However, she saw Qi Xianqing place the macaque demon’s possessions the silver iron staff from earlier into a Qiankun Bag, then turn around: “You can pick what’s left. I have already sent a message via spirit pigeon to Duan Luxi and the others; they will arrive shortly.”

Yan Jue was taken aback.

When cultivators descend the mountain for missions, not everything has to be handed over. The Five Dragon Sect did not allow disciples to accept bribes, but they turned a blind eye to some “perks” gained during demon slaying. For instance, after killing this monkey demon, Yan Jue could search its body so called “corpse touching” to see what the macaque demon had in stock.

Yan Jue watched Qi Xianqing walk out of the cave: “…”

Then Yan Jue began to search the monkey demon’s inheritance.

There wasn’t much inheritance. Besides the Yin Spirit Orb condensed from female Yin essence and the iron staff, which Qi Xianqing took out to be handed over to the sect, there really wasn’t much else.

An apple, a few acorns.

And a large tub of gleaming pure gold bricks.

Only… Yan Jue frowned, staring at the monkey demon’s corpse, faintly feeling like she had forgotten something.

Yan Jue stood there thinking for a long time. Qi Xianqing had just said… Chu Fu and the others would arrive soon…

Yan Jue suddenly had an inspiration and slapped her forehead.

This Thousand Eyed Macaque Demon was a fortuitous encounter for the male lead! The Thousand-Eyed Macaque Demon possessed something very important.

It was placed in…

Yan Jue quickly squatted down, forcing herself to ignore the nausea, parted the demon’s mangled head, and reached into its cheek pouch.

As soon as she touched it, she indeed felt something hard!

Yan Jue pulled the thing out with force.

It was a small wooden box.

The plot in the original novel differed slightly from what was happening now. In the original, Qi Xianqing and the male lead had used various methods to lure out the macaque demon. Qi Xianqing only took the evil artifact that needed to be handed over to the sect and then let the male lead stay behind to search the corpse. The male lead then inadvertently discovered this wooden box in the monkey demon’s cheek pouch. This was merely the monkey demon getting its just deserts; having harmed countless people, the monkey demon was finally killed, while the male lead accidentally found a treasure unique to the monkey tribe in its cheek pouch.

Yan Jue opened the wooden box that was supposed to belong to the male lead and saw that it was filled with thin needles. The needles were a dull yellow color, about several dozen of them. Yan Jue counted them: exactly 81.

Yan Jue knew these were called Life Sacrificing Hairs (She Ming Xu), an artifact made by the monkey infusing its spiritual energy into its own hair. Each hair, when urged by divine sense, could transform into whatever one wished, and the illusion could last for a quarter of an hour.

Yan Jue took the Life Sacrificing Hairs and placed them in her Qiankun Ring.

Just as she finished doing this, she suddenly heard a sound of urgent footsteps approaching the cave.

Chu Fu and Duan Luxi walked in. Duan Luxi didn’t rush to search the corpse but patted Yan Jue’s shoulder with a look of shock: “Yan Jue! You’re amazing. That monkey demon really came looking for you. Damn… you really have that kind of capital…”

Yan Jue: “…”

Chu Fu followed behind Duan Luxi, his face rather gloomy. When he woke up this morning, he found that both Qi Xianqing and Yan Jue were gone. He had no choice but to, based on what was said yesterday, stubbornly drag Senior Sister Duan Luxi and go off on his own to find the monkey demon in the way he thought was right. But he never expected that in just one day, Senior Sister Qi would have already slain the monkey demon! And it was this idiot Yan Jue who was with her.