The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 68.1

“It seems I’ll have to switch the wine to that of the Taibai Pool for the banquet after the Summit.”

Yan Jue looked at Muzhongzi, worried that he wouldn’t let her leave.

Unexpectedly, the Sect Master waved his hand and smiled at the female disciples nearby: “You, help her back to her room.”

“This little girl is quite interesting.”

The three girls, all capable disciples under Sect Master Muzhongzi, immediately stepped forward and helped Yan Jue.

Yan Jue stumbled forward, her peripheral vision constantly glancing at the female disciples.

It was true tonight, everyone looked like they might be the Demon Lord in disguise.

The group slowly walked out of the Sword Dance Arena.

Muzhongzi watched Yan Jue’s retreating figure, his expression gradually chilling.

He took out a talisman plaque and infused a trace of divine sense into it.

The talisman plaque glowed with a faint light.

“Martial Uncle?” Qi Xianqing’s voice came through.

Qi Xianqing had been arranged to handle matters for the grand assembly three days later early that day, such as registering the roster and setting up the venue.

She was swamped with work and hadn’t finished yet when she unexpectedly received a message from the Sect Master.

Muzhongzi said in a deep voice: “There is demonic energy at the Sword Dance Arena. A malevolent demon is likely lurking here. Come now and deal with it.”

Qi Xianqing was stunned for a moment. Tonight was the eve of the Five Dragons Summit, and the Sword Dance Arena was full of disciples from orthodox immortal sects. How could a demon appear? Although she found it strange, she didn’t object: “Yes.”

The sky began to rain at some unknown time.

Raindrops fell one by one. In the dense undergrowth, a small wild boar with watermelon stripes struggled to move.

A massive amount of demonic energy permeated its body.

I’m so scared…

The little wild boar looked up at the sky and stumbled through the forest.

It was about to take human form, and it still remembered what the senior had taught it to be aware of during transformation.

I must find a safe place…

Yan Jue walked a distance with the female disciples of the Five Dragons Sect Master.

Yan Jue suddenly noticed something and stopped: “Senior Sister, this doesn’t seem to be the way back to the Shuiyun Sect.”

The mountain road was very quiet. By the starlight, she could see a few branching paths ahead.

This was definitely not the way back to the Shuiyun Sect.

One of the women, who wore a Feixian Ji (Flying Immortal Coiffure), smiled: “The Shuiyun Sect is so far away. Junior Sister, you are so drunk, can you even walk back? You should rest for a while in a room here at the Sword Dance Arena, and return when you can walk.”

The disciples under the Five Dragons Sect Master Muzhongzi received the best and most superior education from a young age, and their status within the sect was higher than that of ordinary inner disciples.

As they looked now, they were indeed worthy of their reputation; every move they made carried an immortal aura.

Yan Jue stood still, feeling wave after wave of alcohol rush to her head. Her eyes were blurry and she couldn’t see clearly.

Bad.

Yan Jue had no choice but to nod.

Tonight’s plan could only proceed elsewhere.

The Sword Dance Arena had specialized accommodations arranged for guests. Disciples from the Six Great Immortal Sects would stay here for the next few days.

Since this place could house thousands of people, there were naturally enough rooms.

The female disciple helped Yan Jue into one of the guest rooms, closed the door, and left.

The guest room at the Sword Dance Arena.

The room’s layout was very similar to Yan Jue’s dormitory: clean and spacious, with a pleasant sandalwood incense burning in the corner.

Yan Jue lay on the bed, raising her hand to rub her temples. Just as she was about to get up after a brief rest, a sharp pain suddenly swept through her chest, making her vision go black from the agony.

The Heavenly Dao.

The door to the room was suddenly opened.

A young man with a face like jade walked in from outside the door.

The young man was wearing a Daoist robe, his hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin.

In the dim light, his features were well-defined, and his misty blue clothes made him appear all the more graceful and handsome.

Yan Jue squinted, focusing her gaze on him.

Chu Fu.

As expected.

Chu Fu was bound to seek her out tonight; this was originally the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao, and Yan Jue was not surprised.

But what puzzled Yan Jue was how Chu Fu knew she was in this room.

Yan Jue swallowed, simply raised her hand to press her right chest, and completely let herself go limp, collapsing onto the bed.

Chu Fu stood by the door and watched for a long time before slowly walking over. He stared intently at Yan Jue on the bed, who was now beautiful to the extreme. Her fair cheeks were flushed, her narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, leaving only a slit, through which her amber pupils could be vaguely seen.

Chu Fu’s gaze lingered on her face, and he slowly said: “I finally caught you today…”

Yan Jue stared at him, saying nothing.

A smile flashed in Chu Fu’s eyes. He suddenly took out two iron spheres from his Qiankun (Cosmos) pouch.

He seemed to recite a spell, and with a “whoosh,” one iron sphere stuck to Yan Jue’s neck and the other to her waist.

A searing heat instantly rushed through her body. Yan Jue moved her throat bone, her brows tightly furrowed.

This Chu Fu actually had such magical artifacts.

The two iron spheres clung tightly to her body, bringing waves of scorching heat.

And, endless desire.

The pain in her chest began to intensify again. Yan Jue took a deep breath.

The next second, Chu Fu roughly pulled her up and then pressed himself onto her.

Things on the bed scattered onto the floor.

A faint sound of something breaking was heard.

The Meishu (Charm Technique) she had learned from Bai Ying flooded her mind. Yan Jue slowly opened her eyes and stared at Chu Fu, following the plan she had rehearsed a thousand times in her head.

Instantly, an extremely faint golden light shone in her eyes. The gold was as rich as oil paint, yet like the clouds at the edge of the sky.

Chu Fu suddenly looked bewildered. His movements stopped, and he stood frozen.

Yan Jue struggled to endure the burning heat of her body and slowly stood up: “Get up.”

Chu Fu, like an idiot, followed her movement and stood up blankly.

At the same time, a sharp pain tore through her chest, as if it was going to rip Yan Jue apart.

Yan Jue clenched her teeth, leaning on the bed with one hand.

This moment had finally arrived.

Whether the Heavenly Dao accepted this or not determined whether she could live through tonight!

Yan Jue placed the brocade pouch filled with pills on the table and continued to use her Charm Technique: “Eat the pills.”

Her voice was not loud, but it contained an intangible allure. Chu Fu, in a daze, walked to the pills and ate them all as if they were soybeans.

Yan Jue had specifically calculated these pills after Chu Fu finished eating them, he would only need a few days of digestion for his cultivation to see a qualitative improvement.

Yan Jue was secretly delighted. Sweat streamed down her cheeks. The two beads clung to her like parasites. Yan Jue reached out to pull them off, but they sank deeper and deeper.

Yan Jue knew this might be the source of her feverishness.

What made her feel uneasy was that the wine she had just drunk was slowly numbing her brain.

The demonic energy could no longer be controlled and began to pour out. The North Sea Profound Iron on her neck violently trembled.

After finishing the pills, Chu Fu looked as if he was bloated with spiritual energy, muttering something. In the dim light, his face was full of childish innocence, and he was extraordinarily handsome.

He raised his eyes, staring straight at Yan Jue, a trace of confusion, infatuation, and fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

He walked directly towards Yan Jue.

“Hooch… Hooch… Hooch…”

Yan Jue leaned against the bed, breathing heavily.

The pain in her chest gradually lessened, then disappeared. Yan Jue couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It seemed this method was acceptable in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.

But Yan Jue soon stopped smiling.

Instead, the burning sensation from her body became increasingly intense. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, completely lacking strength.

Yan Jue suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and she was pressed down onto the bed by Chu Fu.

The two rolled clumsily on the bed.

Yan Jue pressed her hands against Chu Fu’s shoulders and suddenly noticed a furry thing behind her, which had appeared at some unknown time.

Her tail had popped out.

Oh no!

Her divine sense couldn’t condense after drinking, causing her tail to pop out. Yan Jue was somewhat hysterical. The blood in her body ran cold, yet her body was strangely hot.

As she struggled to retract her tail, a scream suddenly erupted in her mind from Bai Ying, who was guarding the door: “Help, a terrifying person is approaching!”

Yan Jue’s pupils contracted. She desperately pressed her tail beneath her and suddenly saw the door opposite being blown open by a powerful spiritual force!

A figure in white walked in from that side.

Qi Xianqing was wearing a sea-green pleated skirt and a snow-white overlapping collar. Her ink-black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her expression was cold and murderous.

The dark black long sword, Zhuying (Candle Shadow), emitted a faint sheen under the lamplight, and electricity subtly diffused in the air.

Yan Jue felt the hair raising electric current around her, and her heart sank halfway.

Qi Xianqing hated demons the most, and Yan Jue was currently covered in demonic energy with a large tail leaking out behind her.

Yan Jue was so scared her legs went soft. She was pinned on the bed by Chu Fu, her body hot and feverish.

I’m done, I’m done. Her attention was entirely focused on the male lead, and she forgot the most crucial point.

But the person who killed her tonight was Qi Xianqing.

In her panic, Yan Jue met Qi Xianqing’s eyes.

For a moment, she saw confusion and incomprehension in Qi Xianqing’s eyes, and also a kind of anger at being deceived. Perhaps it was the deception that made her so angry.

Her life might very well end here.

Qi Xianqing’s eyes were filled with fury, as if she wanted to cut all the evil spirits in the world into a thousand pieces. Yan Jue closed her eyes, subconsciously clutching the bedsheet beneath her.

The sword Zhuying roared as it was drawn, accompanied by vast electric force and currents.

It slashed towards Chu Fu!