The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 23

The surroundings were still silent.

Yan Jue was slightly stunned, exchanged a look with Qi Xianqing, and then glanced at the rice on the table.

Qi Xianqing nodded slightly, and Yan Jue picked up a bowl of rice, walked over, squatted down in front of the camels, and fed them.

The camels, just like yesterday, mechanically leaned their heads over and slowly ate the rice.

Yan Jue frowned, then took the kettle and went over to give the camels water to drink.

The camels finished drinking with a dull gulp, then looked up at her.

Instantly, a thick black smoke suddenly erupted around the camels. The black smoke swirled around them, gradually enveloping them until they became unclear.

Yan Jue watched the cloud of smoke, her heart leaping into her throat. When the black fog dispersed, the five camels were suddenly gone, replaced by five women with dull gazes.

The scorpion spirit boss killed yesterday. The silent tea drinkers. The Taoist priest leading the five camels were all exactly the same as yesterday.

Wait.

Yan Jue suddenly noticed something was wrong.

There were six camels yesterday, but only five today.

Yan Jue abruptly raised her head and looked towards the painting on the wall. The painting on the wall only showed… five beauties.

Indeed…

Yan Jue said, “Look, the number of people in the painting has changed.”

The painting was still of the inn in the bamboo forest, but the six beauties in the painting yesterday had become five.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the painting.

Qi Xianqing mused, “The gate to break this illusion formation should be here.”

Yan Jue said, “But why are there five women? Where did the other one go? We sent the six women away yesterday with the Hundred Pace Cart, but if this is an illusion, they shouldn’t have been sent away. There should be six women here today too.”

As Yan Jue spoke, she glanced at the several women standing in front of her with dull eyes.

The corners of their mouths were split, and they were smiling foolishly.

“The women yesterday still had some life in them, but now they… look like dead people.”

Qi Xianqing said slowly, “This is not only an illusion that can suppress cultivation but also an illusion capable of refining the Yin Essence of women. The reason these women appear sluggish is very likely because their Yin Essence has been corroded by the environment.”

Yin Essence is a special setting in this world. It not only includes the various liquids secreted by women during intercourse but also their own spiritual energy.

Normally, Yin Essence is also consumed normally, such as with every breath a person takes, but this consumption is ultimately not very damaging to the body.

However, if a person’s Yin Essence is completely drained, terrifying consequences follow. At worst, they become completely insane, and even more frighteningly, if someone masters a woman’s entire Yin Essence, that woman will be at their disposal for life, obeying their commands.

The women whose Yin Essence was absorbed by the monkey demon in Nanxing Town were in the same situation.

Qi Xianqing frowned and took out the compass in her hand.

The compass needle shook violently.

Qi Xianqing’s gaze fixed on the painting: “Tian Chong, Xiu, Qian. This painting is the key.”

Qi Xianqing looked at Yan Jue. Yan Jue stood up, pushed off the table, leaped up, and lightly stepped on the wall.

Dust fell in waves, and Yan Jue uncovered the painting on the wall.

When Yan Jue held the painting, she was slightly startled. Her body had become inexplicably light.

Yan Jue didn’t think much of it and handed the painting directly to Qi Xianqing. If the formation gate was indeed in this painting, destroying it should suffice. Qi Xianqing had previously entered illusions set up by Yun Zhen : sometimes the formation gate was a teacup, and sometimes a strange stone. Destroying the “formation gate” would naturally break the illusion.

Fire and lightning are inherently connected, and fire-elemental divine abilities are a required course for disciples of the Zhenhuo Sect.

Qi Xianqing took out a dark yellow talisman from her Qiankun Bag and placed it on the painting. She silently recited the incantation, and the talisman ignited with waves of red light.

Yan Jue felt a gust of hot wind brush across her cheek, and it was as if a raging fire had ignited in front of her. The red light of the talisman quickly extinguished.

The painting lay on the table, completely intact.

Duan Luxi’s face turned pale: “It won’t burn.”

Duan Luxi also took out her greatsword and fiercely chopped at the painting, but this painting was apparently made of an unknown material; even an immortal sword could not cut it.

The sky had turned overcast again.

An eerie wind blew, lifting the skirts of the women standing there dazedly.

Yan Jue quickly walked over and pulled the stunned women into the inn.

Qi Xianqing stared at the painting, pondering for a long time, and said, “There are three possibilities now.”

For a moment, everyone’s attention was on her.

Qi Xianqing said: “First, my spiritual power is sealed, so the talisman’s flame did not reach the temperature required to destroy this painting.” “Second, this painting needs to be destroyed by something else.” “Third,” Qi Xianqing paused, “The formation gate is not here.”

Duan Luxi: “Impossible, the number of women in this painting decreased—”

Before she could finish speaking, a piercing shriek echoed from outside the inn, sounding like a woman’s voice.

A strong gust of wind blew out all the candlelight!

Yan Jue looked towards the inside of the inn. The previously stunned expressions on the faces of the women she had settled suddenly turned to horror; their eyes were wide open, staring out the window.

Footsteps could faintly be heard outside the inn. This was the only sound audible in the surroundings.

Qi Xianqing: “She’s here.”

She mused, “I said that even if the women’s Yin Essence was lost over just one day, their physical bodies shouldn’t have evaporated. She was here.”

Duan Luxi was stunned: “Senior Sister means…”

“The sixth one is there.”

Yan Jue frowned and quickly understood Qi Xianqing’s meaning. This environment not only naturally suppressed immortal spiritual bodies but also served as a potent tool for refining women’s Yin Essence when the immortal spiritual bodies were absent. In other words, this illusion could absorb the Yin Essence of the women completely. When a woman’s Yin Essence was absorbed, it was equivalent to her becoming a furnace for that person for no reason, and when the Yin Essence was absorbed to a certain degree, she would be controlled by that person.

Footsteps sounded outside the inn door, gradually approaching.

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared on the window lattice! The figure had a delicate waist and an excellent figure, but her fingernails were terrifyingly long; their sharpness could be discerned even through the paper of the window. An ordinary person would certainly die with just one scratch from her.

Duan Luxi: “Is she being controlled to kill us?”

Perhaps due to the cultivation seal, Qi Xianqing’s face was somewhat pale, but her expression showed no panic. She slowly sat down at the table, looked up at Yan Jue, and said, “I can only try with my remaining spiritual power now to see if I can destroy this painting.”

“I’ll trouble Junior Sister Yan with everything else.”

Yan Jue naturally knew what Qi Xianqing meant. Even without an order, she would try her best to delay things outside.

“BOOM!!!”

The window on that side was directly blasted open by a massive burst of spiritual power, and the woman’s shriek pierced the eardrums. Behind the blown-open window, the face of a woman was revealed—it was indeed the missing one of the six!

Amidst rolling thick smoke, a woman with a pale face walked in slowly.

Yan Jue stood in front of Qi Xianqing: “Senior Sister, don’t worry.”

A fierce wind blew, causing the girl’s skirt to flutter wildly. Yan Jue looked ahead with a cold expression and resolute eyes. She suddenly smiled: “I have almost mastered the Huan Bing Jue (Summoning Ice Art).”

Before the words finished, Chu Fu, with a cold face, burst forth with an earth shattering aura, drew the common outer disciple long sword from his waist, and charged out.

The woman’s eyes lit up red, and she lunged at Chu Fu with her slender claws. With a “thwack,” she cut a gash on the boy’s shoulder. The woman flipped up a leg, let out a piercing long cry, and kicked Chu Fu out of the inn. The master of this illusion was probably more interested in Yin Essence. As for Chu Fu’s Yang Essence…

Chu Fu’s miserable cry sounded from outside the window, showing that it had little effect.

At the same time, Qi Xianqing sat down, closed her eyes, and began meditating, with faint electrical currents spreading over her body. She took a Fire Evasion Talisman from her Qiankun Bag and placed it on the painting. The Hellfire, rumored to be a ghost fire capable of devouring all things in the world, erupted on the painting.

Yan Jue formed hand seals, struck a pose, and instantly heard the roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes as the golden threads from her neck shot out. Yan Jue followed closely, but the woman showed no fear of her golden threads and lunged at her with all ten claws. Yan Jue let out a light silently recited the incantation, and a sharp ice cone instantly appeared before her!

The ice cone shot out like a bullet. The woman raised her hand to block, but the ice cone, like an extremely sharp dagger, sank deeply into her arm. The woman cried out in pain, and at the same time, her shoulder took a heavy blow!

The golden threads flew from a distance and lashed fiercely at her shoulder. Blood spurted out but was instantly frozen by the frost scattered by the threads! This piece of profound iron, reinforced by millennium ice crystals, was not to be underestimated; the near absolute zero cold almost froze the woman’s arm.

The woman looked up and let out a heart-wrenching wail, chasing after her like a madwoman.

Yan Jue leaped and jumped, the woman chasing relentlessly behind her. She was soon led outside the bamboo forest to the side of a small stream. In this situation, she naturally wanted to lure the woman as far away as possible! However, this woman was still a mortal, and Yan Jue knew this deeply, so she didn’t strike hard, constantly using the golden threads to draw her, gradually reaching the side of a small stream outside the bamboo forest.

The woman suddenly leaped upwards, her ten fingers forming hooks, and lunged at her!

Yan Jue recalled the golden threads and stepped forward, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back foot. Her foot had been sprained by a protruding rock by the stream.

The woman took advantage of the moment and clawed at her, deeply scratching her chest with her long ten fingers. Blood seeped out, soaking her clothes.

Yan Jue gasped in pain, and in desperation, she suddenly jumped into the nearby stream.

“Splash”

Yan Jue sat on the uneven rocks in the stream, grimacing in pain, and looked up at the woman on the bank. The woman stood on the bank, hesitating, seemingly reluctant to move.

Yan Jue looked at the woman pacing back and forth and suddenly froze.

The stream was very shallow, only reaching waist-deep. Yet, the woman would not come down.

Yan Jue stared at the hesitant woman on the bank and suddenly had a bold idea. Did this woman not know how to swim… or was she afraid of water? Since she had become this way, she shouldn’t have any sober consciousness left. Her fear of everything around her should be instinctive. After a quick analysis, Yan Jue quickly reached a conclusion: this woman was afraid of water.

To verify this guess, Yan Jue beckoned, and the golden thread instantly transformed into a bowl. Yan Jue scooped up a bowl of water and splashed it violently towards the woman.

The woman let out a scream and retreated repeatedly. The golden threads shook in the air, instantly turning into a golden rope several feet long, tightly entwining the woman. Where the water splashed the woman, waves of red light appeared, and her skin festered, oozing dark blood.

Yan Jue’s brain buzzed, and she shouted, “Senior Sister, they are afraid of water!!!”

Qi Xianqing abruptly opened her eyes, then she saw a slender figure rush into the inn. Yan Jue, soaked to the bone, staggered back inside, bright red blood dripping from her shoulder, looking somewhat battered. Behind her, dragging the woman with iron wire? The woman was already exhausted, her arm was injured, and she staggered behind her, extending her claws to grab her.

Yan Jue: “Hurry up and try splashing the painting with water! The solution to breaking this formation gate might be water!”

Qi Xianqing murmured, “It’s that simple…”

She suddenly raised her hand and splashed the water from the teacup onto the painting.

Instantly, the earth shook and the mountains swayed! The surrounding illusion vaguely showed signs of shattering, and the ground began to shake violently. Suddenly, a huge wooden board fell from above!

Yan Jue suddenly lunged over, stopped beside Qi Xianqing, and fiercely raised her left hand, causing a protective shield to appear above the few of them, forcefully repelling the wooden board. In the chaos, Yan Jue’s hand accidentally touched the back of Qi Xianqing’s hand. The girl’s hand was warm, and Qi Xianqing was momentarily stunned. Now, in Yan Jue’s eyes, she was not a strong figure but an ordinary person who needed protection.

Subsequently, the inn above their heads began to crumble, and some thatch fell down; the illusion completely collapsed.

In the morning, Yan Jue woke up in the purple bamboo forest.

Yan Jue was startled, feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder blade. The pleasant sound of birdsong faintly reached her ears. Her thoughts gradually returned, and Yan Jue recalled what happened in the illusion. She managed to sit up.

There was no inn around. It was just a painting, a patch of bamboo forest, and a dead scorpion covered in blood. The painting that they couldn’t burn in the inn yesterday hung quietly above the scorpion. A gentle breeze blew, causing the painting to sway slightly, possessing an indescribable strangeness.

Yan Jue stared blankly, then suddenly felt something sticky in her palm. She picked it up and looked it was blood!

Yan Jue nearly exploded immediately. She spun around sharply, only to see Qi Xianqing sitting cross legged under a large tree not far away. Her eyes were slightly closed, her face somewhat pale, and a dark green long sword lay across her knees. Behind her, blood flowed like a sea.

Yan Jue was startled but quickly calmed down. That was not Qi Xianqing’s blood. Lying next to Qi Xianqing was a Taoist priest, his neck deeply cut, already dead. It was the Taoist priest who had been strangely lurking by Qi Xianqing’s window last night.

Qi Xianqing opened her eyes. Seeing Yan Jue staring at her with a strange expression, she said, “When I woke up just now, this Taoist priest happened to be here.”