The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 27.1

Yan Jue suddenly remembered something, pulled open a drawer, and took out the crumpled Records of the Five Dragons and One Hundred Things which had been read so often.

The Records of the Five Dragons and One Hundred Things was not just a gossip newspaper; it sometimes contained interesting popular science sections.

For instance, the previous issue had mentioned the Ghost Firefly entity.

Ghost Firefly:

• Formed from the soul of decaying grass, lightning attributed.
• Loves nectar, can be captured and cultivated.

Yan Jue looked at the small text, and a bold idea suddenly formed in her mind.

When Yan Jue woke up the next morning, she really didn’t want to go to the Cold Pond to meet Qi Xianqing.

The mere thought of Qi Xianqing acting as a ‘poop scooper’ under the Ice Peach Tree last night made her feel unwell.

But Yan Jue suppressed the idea of backing out after thinking for a while about her urgent desire to learn martial arts.

What the little fox did had nothing to do with her, Yan Jue.

So, Yan Jue got up to wash.

At the Hour of Mao (5–7 AM).

The sun had just risen, the lake was misty, and the surroundings were filled with a faint fragrant mist.

Yan Jue, wearing a dark blue Daoist robe the common narrow sleeved, legging bound style of a Five Dragons Sect disciple arrived as agreed at the Cold Pond on Qiwu Peak.

Qi Xianqing was already waiting by the lake, dressed in white like an exiled immortal, sitting cross-legged by the Cold Pond with a long sword resting across her knees.

Looking at her, Yan Jue subconsciously recalled the unspeakable events of yesterday.

Her expression was very unpleasant.

Qi Xianqing looked down while wiping the Immortal Sword Candle Shadow. The dark black sword shimmered with a deep luster under the sunlight, looking a bit too heavy and sharp.

Yan Jue thought about Qi Xianqing’s somewhat clumsy appearance last night, then remembered the time Qi Xianqing directly sliced a monkey demon in half like a watermelon.

Recalling that bloody scene of slaying the demon, Yan Jue felt unwell again.

The heroine was treating the little fox so well now; she probably wouldn’t hold back when it came time to kill her in the future.

Yan Jue knew very well that Qi Xianqing hated demons the most.

Hearing footsteps, Qi Xianqing merely lifted her eyelids, glanced at her faintly, and said, “You’re here?”

Yan Jue: “Yes, I’ve come to learn martial arts!”

She deliberately emphasized the two words ‘martial arts’ to prevent the forgetful Senior Sister from being too absent minded.

Qi Xianqing stood up, carrying Candle Shadow on her back, and walked slowly over: “Yesterday I said, if you satisfy one of my conditions, I can teach you movement techniques (Qinggong).”

Yan Jue: “…”

Good.

One sentence pointed out two flaws in her speech.

Wanting to learn Qinggong required a condition.

But Yan Jue wasn’t greedy; she knew that even learning a superficial bit of Qinggong from Qi Xianqing would be greatly beneficial.

So, Yan Jue pretended to be very well-behaved: “Mhm, mhm.”

Qi Xianqing nodded: “Then let’s begin.”

Qi Xianqing then drew the Immortal Sword Candle Shadow.

The sword was slowly drawn from its dark black scabbard, the blade taking on a deep shadow-blue color in the sunlight.

Qi Xianqing pointed the sword tip downward and drew a circle on the ground.

Yan Jue was startled, momentarily unable to figure out what she intended to do.

Qi Xianqing: “Talent is crucial for learning Qinggong. If you have no talent, I won’t teach you.”

Qi Xianqing pointed to the circle on the ground: “In this circle, I will stab you ten times. If you can evade all ten strikes, you pass the assessment.”

Yan Jue was almost petrified. What a joke.

This circle was so small, Qi Xianqing could catch her with a reach.

Yan Jue couldn’t help but glance at the Candle Shadow at Qi Xianqing’s waist, feeling a bit of trepidation.

But Yan Jue knew that Qi Xianqing was not only testing the lightness of her body but also her reaction speed.

Yan Jue finally nodded, stepped into the circle first: “Okay.”

Qi Xianqing’s brow lifted slightly, seemingly a little surprised, then she nodded and also stepped into the circle.

A gentle breeze blew across the Cold Pond, the sunlight was bright.

The test began.

Qi Xianqing abruptly stabbed out a sword; the strong sword wind swept across, and Yan Jue barely dodged it.

The second strike followed immediately. Candle Shadow let out a silvery bell like whistle in the air. Yan Jue simply dropped to the ground, feeling the mighty sword energy sweep over her head.

For the third strike, Yan Jue rolled, kicking up fierce dust on the ground, and barely avoided it.

Qi Xianqing’s eyes sharpened, and the fourth strike followed in quick succession. Yan Jue exerted a sudden force in her arm, bracing herself firmly against the ground. The strong sword wind rushed towards her face, and when she reacted, her heel was already stepping on the line.

Yan Jue pushed off the ground with both hands, cold sweat sliding down her cheek.

Heavens… even with this, she was already at her limit.

If she had to face Qi Xianqing’s fatal strike half a year later at the Five Dragons Peak Assembly, how would she manage to dodge it…

This further solidified Yan Jue’s determination to learn from Qi Xianqing.

Know yourself and your enemy to win a hundred battles.

She had to become stronger to survive in this world.

Qi Xianqing looked at her and was momentarily stunned.

She had used five to six parts of her power in these few strikes, yet Yan Jue managed to dodge them all.

It seemed that the time she spent clearing Yan Jue’s meridians had been very successful.

For some reason, Qi Xianqing suddenly felt a sense of relief, much like the pride one feels when a pet they meticulously crafted turns out to be quite strong.

Although Qi Xianqing clearly knew that Yan Jue was an outer sect disciple of the Water Cloud Sect, not her pet.

She found that she privately very much wanted to teach Yan Jue.

The reason she set up such an assessment was because she was always an extremely cautious person. Considering the strict rules of the Five Dragons Sect regarding theft of techniques, she wanted to make Yan Jue give up when faced with difficulty.

But Yan Jue could actually dodge her sword.

Following that, Qi Xianqing struck with eight parts of her power, every move sharp and fierce. Yan Jue’s scalp tingled, and she barely managed to stop herself from retreating further.

After all, the person opposite her was the Immortal Sword Candle Shadow that cut down all evil in the world. Just its dazzling cyan light made her fearful.

But for some unknown reason, Candle Shadow seemed to be exceptionally gentle towards her, its playful sword wind scattering in all directions without any killing intent.

Sixth strike… seventh strike… eighth strike…

For the ninth strike, the fierce attack rushed towards her. Yan Jue’s eyes sharpened. She rolled, recklessly, and ended up stumbling right between Qi Xianqing’s legs.

Yan Jue stretched both hands forward steadily, her body sliding a few feet on the ground before she abruptly stood up, firmly grasping Qi Xianqing’s neck.

Qi Xianqing was momentarily stunned.

She didn’t expect Yan Jue to only dodge her sword but also to grasp the rhythm of her attack, intending to turn the tables.

This talent was truly unparalleled.

Yan Jue seemed very nervous. Her soft body clung to her back, her ragged breaths brushing against her nape again and again, sending waves of tingling numbness.

Qi Xianqing’s eyes sharpened. She struck backward hard with the sword hilt, forcing Yan Jue to retreat. Qi Xianqing immediately turned around and lunged at Yan Jue. This time, she used ten parts of her power, with spiritual energy faintly fluctuating around them.

Yan Jue’s pupils contracted sharply; she felt like she was about to be blasted away by Qi Xianqing.

She used all her strength, pushed forward, and threw her arms around Qi Xianqing’s waist.

The air fell into a dead silence, a strong wind blew, lifting the girl’s skirt.

Qi Xianqing and Yan Jue both tumbled out of the circle and rolled onto the grass outside.

“…”

Qi Xianqing looked at Yan Jue, her brows furrowed, and an invisible murderous chill spread from her body.

Yan Jue then realized that her chin was resting softly on Qi Xianqing’s chest, feeling very comfortable. Startled, she immediately jumped up: “I’m sorry! Senior Sister, you said as long as I could avoid your ten strikes, it didn’t matter how I did it!”

The air fell into a dead silence.

Qi Xianqing stared at her, the invisible pressure from her body slowly building up.

Qi Xianqing seemed to be angry.

Yan Jue slowly swallowed, and the sound of “Gulp” echoed jarringly in the quiet air.

Qi Xianqing finally withdrew her gaze: “Fine, I will teach you then.”

At the same time, Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, hearing Qi Xianqing’s tone, she didn’t seem very angry, but rather a little annoyed and embarrassed.

Was she hallucinating?

The longer Yan Jue spent with Qi Xianqing, the more new and different things she discovered about her.

Qi Xianqing stood up, casually pulled her up, slightly raised an eye, and asked: “You… aren’t going to perform the discipleship ritual?”

Discipleship ritual? How?

Yan Jue was full of questions, so she knelt down in front of Qi Xianqing, mimicking what she often saw in TV dramas, with a look of solemnity: “Please… Senior Sister, teach me Qinggong.”

Qi Xianqing didn’t react for a long time. Yan Jue became more and more uncertain about this woman. She cautiously raised her eyes and looked over in that direction.

Qi Xianqing was staring fixedly at her, as if in a daze. Sunlight scattered across the girl’s fair, snow-white cheek. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her dark hair was somewhat disheveled, possessing an indescribable charm.

Yan Jue wanted to continue looking, but suddenly saw Qi Xianqing raise the sword in her hand.

Her shoulder sank as Qi Xianqing pressed down on her shoulder with the sword tip: “Lower your head.”

Yan Jue was confused but obediently lowered her head.

Qi Xianqing touched the top of her head. Yan Jue’s whole body instantly felt weak, because Qi Xianqing only touched the little fox like this, and her body had already developed a habit for it.

The soft fingertips moved down from the top of her head. Yan Jue felt like her entire body was about to tremble uncontrollably, and then she stretched lazily.

She swallowed, having no choice but to bear it.

Qi Xianqing paused for a moment, then a flash of thoughtful interest crossed her eyes: “Good, that’s enough.”