The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 41

After reading for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qi Xianqing closed the storybooks and mused, “The content of these storybooks Xu Qianning gifted me for this trip to Jiangnan is truly novel.”

Yan Jue: What else could she do but remain silent?

The little fox sat in Qi Xianqing’s lap, looking up at her blankly.

Qi Xianqing said, “It’s a pity you can’t understand it.”

Yan Jue: “…”

The Senior Disciple was indeed the Senior Disciple; she would never indulge in trivialities like storybooks or waste too much time on them.

Qi Xianqing then placed the storybooks back on the shelf and pulled out another booklet of paper pages.

Yan Jue froze because she saw large, bright characters written on the page: Yan Jue.

A booklet written with… her name.

Yan Jue instantly felt a little moved, then she saw many other small booklets on Qi Xianqing’s shelf.

Chen Yan.

Fang Yu.

Jiang Cheng.

“…”

Well, great. It turns out these are the teacher’s student logbooks.

Of course, if Yan Jue were to pull out and flip through the other books, she would find that none of the other booklets contained as much writing as hers. Perhaps Yan Jue was simply easier to teach, or perhaps because she had previously cleared Yan Jue’s meridians, Qi Xianqing taught Yan Jue with inexplicable enthusiasm.

Late at night, Qi Xianqing was writing and drawing in her notebook, resting her chin in her hand as she pondered, “Ground striking (Shuaituo) is the essence of martial arts; easy to learn, extremely difficult to master. It took me about ten days to master the Ground Striking Hand when I first learned it. This time, I’ve given her seven days. I wonder if she can achieve it.”

Yan Jue was slightly stunned all those pages were filled with Qi Xianqing’s insights and experiences practicing Shuaituo. Were these… written by Qi Xianqing herself?

Yan Jue’s gaze immediately fixed on those words, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Qi Xianqing continued, “Her ‘Thousand-Mile Instant’ last time was truly beyond my expectations; she learned it quite fast. Almost as fast as me.”

Yan Jue sat in Qi Xianqing’s lap, savoring Qi Xianqing’s words. Then her gaze shifted, and she began silently memorizing the martial arts notes on the desk that Qi Xianqing had put away.

She was still wide awake when Qi Xianqing got up to go to bed.

Qi Xianqing, in her inner garment as white as snow, appeared even more slender. She lifted the covers and got into bed, looking at Yan Jue good naturedly and patting the side of the bed, “Little Fox baby, come and sleep for a while.”

Yan Jue: “?!” She was not sleeping with Qi Xianqing.

Yan Jue huffed and walked to the bedside, curling up under the bed. Suddenly, her belly stiffened, and her whole body tensed up.

Qi Xianqing lay on the bed, stretched her hand down, and gently stroked her belly.

Yan Jue’s body went limp, and she flipped onto her back. She stared up at Qi Xianqing, squinting her eyes, while her hind paws started kicking randomly. It feels too good… As expected of a canine, no matter where you scratch them, it feels great.

Qi Xianqing only stroked her for a while before turning over and closing her eyes.

Yan Jue opened her eyes and stared at her blankly. This woman made her whole body burn, and then she just fell asleep herself. “…”

It was a fine night with a bright moon shining through the window, filling the room with a quiet peach blossom fragrance.

Qi Xianqing lay on her side, her sleeves partially rolled up, exposing pale skin to the air. Yan Jue saw the scar on Qi Xianqing’s arm. Cultivators’ bodies rarely scar, and the several deep gashes Qi Xianqing sustained had almost completely healed. Yan Jue didn’t know what Qi Xianqing had experienced in Jiangnan this time, but it certainly couldn’t have been pleasant.

Yan Jue stared at Qi Xianqing for a while, suddenly feeling an itch in her teeth. Qi Xianqing’s immortal spirit body smelled pleasant; the faint, ethereal fragrance made Yan Jue feel incredibly comfortable, inexplicably stimulating a certain… innate nature of a fox.

In the darkness, Yan Jue first lay on the floor, savoring the words Qi Xianqing had annotated on those pages earlier. Then, she couldn’t help but start grinding her teeth. For some reason, a feeling of an itch in her teeth often occurred late at night in the quiet. In this scene, this impulse became particularly intense.

Qi Xianqing lay still on the bed, breathing evenly, apparently fast asleep. Yan Jue moved an inch forward on the floor, opened her mouth, bit down on the bedpost, and began grinding her teeth.

“Zzz… zzz…”

The next morning, Qi Xianqing opened her eyes in bed. She could faintly hear the pleasant chirping of birds outside the window. Her sleep quality was always very high when she was in the Ice Peach Garden. Was it because the peach blossom scent was nice, or because the little fox baby was beside her? The little fox baby’s body was very clean, faintly carrying the clear milky scent of a young beast. Her nightmares had also decreased significantly.

Qi Xianqing sat up, suddenly noticing something, and paused. One of her bedposts was missing a foot. The originally intact wooden post had a large chunk missing, and there was a pile of sawdust on the floor.

That fellow. “….”

Yan Jue returned to her dormitory, her heart inexplicably beating fast. She had been sleeping soundly under Qi Xianqing’s bed last night, but for some reason, she started grinding her teeth, and by the time she came to her senses, Qi Xianqing’s bedpost was already chipped.

She didn’t do it on purpose. She just accidentally dismantled the house.

Yan Jue felt annoyed, wondering if Qi Xianqing would be angry… Then, after just a moment of thought, Yan Jue calmed down. When she was a little fox, her worries revolved around breaking things and being scolded. When she turned back into Yan Jue, she had new things to ponder.

Yan Jue pulled open a drawer, firmly tied the two weighted sandbags Qi Xianqing had given her to her wrists, and started practicing punches. Qi Xianqing had given her the sandbags after teaching her the Flying Swallow Steps. Yan Jue quickly found some unique uses for these sandbags. For instance, if she wanted to increase arm strength, she tied them to her wrists. If she wanted to strengthen her waist, she wrapped them around her waist.

With her arms feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, Yan Jue punched heavily, her mind still replaying the records of Shuaituo she had seen in Qi Xianqing’s notes last night. As expected of a good student, Qi Xianqing’s notes were very detailed. Yan Jue had been a bit vague after listening to Qi Xianqing explain Shuaituo yesterday, but after reading Qi Xianqing’s notes, she basically understood everything.

One of the essences of the martial path is borrowing strength to strike. For example, a frail girl doesn’t have much advantage compared to a burly man. But if the girl can use ‘nimbleness’ and borrow a sliver of force from the burly man, she can turn a disadvantage into an advantage.

Yan Jue took out a few sheets of blank paper from the drawer and, based on her memory of Qi Xianqing’s notes last night, transcribed everything onto the paper. Yan Jue had an excellent memory even in modern times; once she understood the meaning of a large passage of text, it was even easier to memorize. The entire five pages were quickly filled.

Yan Jue then pushed open the door and knocked on Du Ming’s room. Du Ming was surprised that Yan Jue had come to find her so early. She was still groggy and wearing only her inner garment, staring at Yan Jue in disbelief: “What… what are you doing?”

Yan Jue smiled politely: “Senior Sister Du, would you like to… practice early?”

Hearing this, Du Ming almost exploded. What was wrong with this Yan Jue? Was she unable to stand watching how lazy Du Ming was!? Du Ming immediately went back to get dressed: “Alright, alright, we’ll go practice together.”

The two then came to an open area. Du Ming rolled up her sleeves: “Three rounds to decide the victor!” Although she was a bit lazy usually, she was still at the early stage of the Illumination Realm. Yan Jue had said last time that she was also in the early Illumination Realm. Illumination Realm versus Illumination Realm Du Ming didn’t believe she would lose!

Yan Jue propped her chin in thought, ran to a nearby tree, picked up a branch, and drew a circle on the ground.

Du Ming: “Yan Jue, what are you doing?”

Yan Jue: “Three rounds. Whoever is struck out of the circle first by the opponent loses.”

This was certainly a good way to decide the winner. Du Ming happily agreed: “Eh, that’s interesting. We never play like this when we practice.”

The match began, three rounds to decide the winner. Most Five Dragon Gate disciples practiced the sword, and Du Ming was no exception; her sword was the water attributed immortal sword “Flying Waterfall” (Feipu).

Du Ming drew her sword in front of Yan Jue. The blade shimmered with a dazzling azure blue under the sunlight. As she swung her sword, the air seemed to ripple with water! The first strike lunged fiercely. Yan Jue sidestepped to avoid it. The blue sword followed her footsteps downward. Yan Jue suddenly leaped up, tumbling twice in the air. A chilling sensation spread over her body, like being immersed in the bottomless, dark ocean.

For the second strike, Du Ming took a stance and shouted, “Water Light Ray!” (Shuiguang Xian!) The immortal sword “Flying Waterfall” shook violently, and a blue ripple spread from around it. Yan Jue’s vision momentarily went dark, and she felt a sense of dizziness! Yan Jue hurriedly recited the Pingxin Jue (Calm Heart Incantation) and stomped her foot hard to dispel the dizziness. She leaped into the air and directly used the Demon Locking Circle (Suoyao Quan). The Black Sea Profound Iron instantly turned into golden threads, coiling around Du Ming’s immortal sword layer by layer.

The immortal sword lost control. Du Ming was slightly startled, momentarily flustered, and quickly recited the true incantation to control “Flying Waterfall,” attempting to break free from the golden thread restraint. Yan Jue knew the power of the golden threads, so she didn’t dare use her full strength for fear of snapping Du Ming’s sword.

Seeing Du Ming focused on trying to break free, she suddenly sidestepped to the right with a strange movement technique. Du Ming hadn’t seen clearly before her arm was grabbed! Du Ming’s pupils suddenly shrank, and she instinctively punched hard towards Yan Jue. Yan Jue extended her index finger, lightly tapped, and actually dissipated her force in an instant!

It worked; her guess seemed correct. The essence of Shuaituo was borrowing strength to strike. Yan Jue fiercely grabbed her wrist. Du Ming kicked towards her, and Yan Jue grabbed her ankle, pulling gently to one side. Then Du Ming was thrown out. “…”

Three days after Qi Xianqing taught the Flying Swallow Steps and Shuaituo. Yan Jue sent a letter to Qi Xianqing via a crane: “Senior Sister, I have a question I’d like to ask your guidance on.” Yan Jue phrased it very tactfully. Whenever she had a question to “seek guidance” from Qi Xianqing, it meant she wanted to show off her learning results.

Qi Xianqing quickly replied: “At Weishi (midday), Cold Pool.” Still as concise as ever.

Yan Jue suppressed the tension and excitement in her heart, practiced in her dormitory for a while longer, and then packed her things and left when the agreed time arrived.

“The old rules apply: within ten rounds, you must evade my Shuaituo and successfully execute both Shuaituo and the Flying Swallow Steps.”

“How you execute them is up to you. If you are thrown out of the circle by me, it counts as a failure,” Qi Xianqing said flatly. Qi Xianqing had initially thought that giving Yan Jue seven days to learn was already pushing her limits. But unexpectedly, this person… actually dared to issue a challenge on only the third day.

A few days ago, when Yan Jue sparred with Du Ming, they agreed that being thrown out of the circle within three rounds counted as victory. Hearing Qi Xianqing give her ten chances this time, Yan Jue couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Yan Jue felt her cultivation had improved significantly since descending the mountain this time. Whether Qi Xianqing had gained from this learning session meant whether she could continue to the next martial art. Yan Jue naturally dared not take it lightly.

The trial began. Qi Xianqing drew her immortal sword “Candle Shadow” (Zhuying), gripped the hilt with both hands, held it in front of her, the tip slightly raised. The cyan sword body emitted an elegant glow, and a faint fluctuation of spiritual power could be felt in the air. Yan Jue and Qi Xianqing stood opposite each other, the blood flow throughout her body tensing and accelerating.

Qi Xianqing gazed at Yan Jue’s clear amber eyes and couldn’t help but pause slightly. Yan Jue’s nervous appearance gave her a very familiar feeling. It was like someone else who used to look at her with such innocent eyes, with all their fur bristling, and two fluffy tails drooping. Qi Xianqing only paused for a breath before pure spiritual power exploded in the air. Candle Shadow ripped through the air, emitting a pleasant dragon’s roar.

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Jue’s forehead. She applied slight force to her wrist, still using the “Force Dissipation” (Huali) technique. She extended two fingers of her right hand, squinted, aimed precisely at the sword hilt, and cleverly flicked upwards, actually dissolving Qi Xianqing’s immense power!

Qi Xianqing was slightly stunned. She attacked again. Yan Jue’s figure flickered, and with a strange movement technique, she instantly avoided it. Then, she suddenly sprang forward and hugged Qi Xianqing’s waist. The girl’s body was soft, carrying a faint scent of flowers and wood. Qi Xianqing’s