The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 69

Yan Jue didn’t know how long she had been unconscious.

When she woke up, she was lying in a dimly lit room.

The mattress beneath her was soft, and in the distance, purple smoke curled up from an incense burner.

Yan Jue’s last memory was of her desperately trying to retract her tail. The moment she pulled it back, Qi Xianqing entered with Zhu Ying (Candle Shadow). Zhu Ying let out a dragon’s roar and phoenix’s cry, slashing towards Chu Fu.

The two beads stuck to her by Chu Fu might have been some kind of control magic artifact. Exhausted and unable to withstand the electrical charge brought forth by Qi Xianqing, and overwhelmed by shock, she fainted instantly.

Later, she would wake up and drift off, vaguely feeling raindrops on her face.

Who was carrying her through the mountain path?

Yan Jue struggled to open her eyes. Her gaze turned, and she recognized this as Qi Xianqing’s dormitory in the Zhenhuo Sect (Shocking Fire Sect).

Her heart sank.

Yan Jue’s body was burning fiercely, and her lips were covered with glistening saliva.

Forget it.

Qi Xianqing’s dormitory is Qi Xianqing’s dormitory.

In her current state, Yan Jue didn’t have the time to dwell on what exactly had happened.

She couldn’t help but swallow, checked, and confirmed her tail hadn’t popped out again, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she smelled an extremely familiar scent.

Qi Xianqing was sitting by the bed, looking down and unbuttoning her clothes, her expression solemn.

Yan Jue’s neck showed a warm peach color, her throat bone bobbing, in a way that was indescribably alluring.

Qi Xianqing also noticed the two copper beads, about the size of a pellet, stuck to Yan Jue. They were completely black, with faint traces of gilt visible.

This seemed to be an extremely sinister magic artifact it couldn’t be pulled off.

Yan Jue closed her eyes, her consciousness gradually fading.

Qi Xianqing’s voice came from above her head: “The two artifacts on your body need to be removed.”

Qi Xianqing: “It might hurt a little.”

Yan Jue smiled bitterly. She hadn’t expected that on the day she was supposed to die, it would be Qi Xianqing who pulled her life back from the edge of the cliff.

Yan Jue bit her teeth: “I don’t care.”

Yan Jue gritted her teeth, suddenly felt a coolness in her abdomen, followed by a sharp pain.

Qi Xianqing’s icy hand reached into her undergarment, her two fingers aligned to find an acupuncture point, and she struck it with force.

Yan Jue’s entire body went numb, and her sense of pain was blocked instantly.

This feeling was like getting an anesthetic striking the acupoint would hurt a lot.

Qi Xianqing often blocked her own sense of pain when she encountered trouble during her travels.

But seeing Yan Jue gritting her teeth, with tears welling up in her eyes, she was uncharacteristically hesitant.

The gilt pellet, like a parasite, clung tightly to Yan Jue’s neck, dyeing the snowy-white skin with an ominous red color.

Qi Xianqing drew out Zhu Ying. Zhu Ying whimpered in fright. Qi Xianqing pressed down on Yan Jue with her left hand, and where the sword light struck, it was as if an electric flash went by.

In the originally elegant room, the air instantly filled with blood, and some other scent.

“Clang”

Yan Jue frowned as the bead fell off her body.

A black mark spread across Yan Jue’s skin. Qi Xianqing looked at the mark, raised her right hand, and injected a trace of true qi with her fingertip, attempting to force the demonic qi out. However, the black mark only increased, not decreased.

It was poison.

Qi Xianqing’s gaze fell on Yan Jue’s flushed side profile, her expression sinking slightly.

A charm poison (meidu).

Yan Jue struggled to control her disordered breathing, then suddenly felt Qi Xianqing leaning closer.

The aura of the Immortal Spirit Body was right in front of her. Yan Jue’s entire body instantly stiffened.

Qi Xianqing’s breath carried a damp scent. She whispered, “You’ve been poisoned.”

Yan Jue had already felt the abnormality in her body and had pretty much guessed the nature of the poison. She frowned slightly, curled up into a ball, and leaned against the wall: “Forget it, I’ll endure it and it will pass”

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, biting her own hand hard.

A soft, moist sensation spread over the wound. Qi Xianqing sucked the wound, and Yan Jue’s eyes rolled up, her body going completely limp, utterly immobilized by Qi Xianqing’s suppression.

She grasped the bed sheet with both hands, then let go.

The room had long been protected by a barrier set up by Qi Xianqing; even Bai Ying, who had a master-servant contract with Yan Jue, could not enter.

Qi Xianqing’s voice was very hoarse, sounding exceptionally soft in the quiet room: “Just bear with it.”

Yan Jue: “Mmm… mmm…”

Then came the bead on her waist. Because the sense of pain had been blocked, Yan Jue didn’t feel much pain. Qi Xianqing helped her force out all the poison, re-examined the wound, and made sure the residual poison on the skin’s surface had been completely drawn out.

Qi Xianqing picked up the bead again and placed it on the table.

She didn’t do it on purpose.

It was just that this charm poison was a peculiar toxin from the Jue Chen Valley (Dust-Ending Valley). Upon initial poisoning, one becomes uncontrollably aroused, but if the poison is left untreated, it will invade the limbs and all organs, gradually corroding the cultivator’s spiritual power.

In severe cases, it might even affect future cultivation.

Yan Jue’s face was flushed crimson, red all the way to her earlobes, and she couldn’t squeeze out a single word.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would leap out of her chest.

A weight suddenly settled on her shoulder.

Someone gently covered her with a quilt.

Qi Xianqing’s bedding was very soft, and the sound of rain outside the window was loud. She was wrapped in the quilt like a little baby.

Qi Xianqing held Zhu Ying, her expression stern, and sat by the bed, looking up at the night outside the window.

The blood on her face had been wiped clean, but her lips were still very red, adding a touch of strangeness.

If one looked closely, they would find that her earlobes were also completely flushed red.

After two hours, the block on Yan Jue’s sense of pain gradually dissolved.

The pain from the wounds on her waist and neck swept over her.

Yan Jue gasped in pain, tossing and turning.

A soft touch came from her shoulder. Qi Xianqing looked down at her, seeming very patient, and said gently, “There’s no one else here, it’s alright.”

Yan Jue held back for a long time, then finally began to sob softly: “It hurts”

The soft touch settled on her shoulder again, and Qi Xianqing gently patted her back.

This made Yan Jue feel very safe, just like when she was a little fox.

After crying for a while, Yan Jue finally felt a little better and drifted into a heavy sleep.

In her fading consciousness, she had only one thought: did Qi Xianqing know?

Did Qi Xianqing know?

But the pain was really too intense for her to think further, and she quickly fell into a dream.

Late night.

The rain had stopped.

Qi Xianqing instructed Zhu Ying to guard Yan Jue, then left the room herself.

For cultivators, having their immortal sword leave their body was a very dangerous thing.

Zhu Ying obediently lay beside Yan Jue. The jade-like sword body emitted a chilling coolness, lowering the girl’s excessively high body temperature.

Qi Xianqing stood up and walked out.

She had changed into a clean outfit, her long dress like snow, and her ink-black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. She went straight to the Qi Dun Sect (Strange Escape Sect), where the Five Dragons Sect Master Mu Zhongzi resided.

The grand hall was solemn, exuding an invisible majesty.

“Come in.”

By the incense burner stood an elder in a Daoist robe, with white hair and beard, and a youthful face despite his age. The aura of an immortal was fully expressed on him.

The Five Dragons Sect Master, Mu Zhongzi.

The light was dim, making Mu Zhongzi’s appearance unclear, but one could still feel a terrifying aura emanating from the man.

Qi Xianqing: “Martial Uncle, there is a trace of a demonic cultivator within the sect.”

She presented two small pellets in her hand. The gilt pellets shimmered with a faint glow under the light of the candle flame.

Mu Zhongzi beckoned with his hand, and the pellets in Qi Xianqing’s palm flew into his grasp.

Mu Zhongzi lowered his head and carefully examined the two pellets. He said in a deep voice, “These Nine Yin Poison Beads must be the property of a demon. I felt the aura of a demonic creature at the Sword Dancing Plaza earlier. The world’s situation is unstable lately, and the Demon Race’s stance has leaned towards the demonic path. It is not uncommon for demonic creatures to use demonic cult items.”

“The demonic creature I spoke of today, have you slain it?”

Mu Zhongzi turned around. Although he was old, his gaze was like lightning, giving people a sense of oppressive power.

Qi Xianqing was silent for a moment: “This disciple has slain it.”

Mu Zhongzi: “What was it?”

Qi Xianqing did not speak immediately, but uncomfortably pursed her lips.

“Stop dawdling; this is not your usual way of handling things. What is wrong with you today?”

Mu Zhongzi said sharply, “Humans and demons are irreconcilable! Don’t forget that your family was killed by demonic creatures back then!”

The oppressive power of an eighth realm cultivator surged forth. Even though Qi Xianqing had the Immortal Spirit Constitution, she felt intense pressure.

Qi Xianqing took out a wild boar skin from behind her and placed it on the ground: “The demonic creature this disciple found was a wild boar demon.”

On the ground lay a very beautiful wild boar hide, the fur displaying faint watermelon-like stripes.

Mu Zhongzi was stunned: “The demonic qi lingering at the Sword Dancing Plaza that day was caused by this creature?”

Qi Xianqing: “Yes.”

A brief moment of stillness fell over the air.

Mu Zhongzi turned back and said indifferently, “Alright, go back. Do not mention tonight’s events to anyone.”

Yan Jue woke up again a few days later.

The morning sunlight fell into the dormitory, and the crisp, pleasant chirping of birds could faintly be heard outside the window.

Yan Jue’s entire body still hurt, and she had only one thought in her mind.

She was actually alive!

Yan Jue opened her heavy eyelids and suddenly saw something in the corner of the wall.

A fair skinned little girl wearing a cloak woven from withered grass sat in the corner, head bowed, tinkering with a piece of wood in her hands.

It felt a little familiar.

Yan Jue froze, shifting her gaze, and unexpectedly saw the white fox head next to her with a complicated expression.

Yan Jue looked at the little girl and asked in a hoarse voice, “She…”

Bai Ying: “She’s been here for days, and we can’t get her to leave.”

Yan Jue: “…”

Perhaps sensing they were talking about her, the girl stood up from the floor and walked over.

Yan Jue: “Who are you?”

The girl stared at Yan Jue, forcing out a stiff smile: “Hmph hmph.”

Yan Jue: “Alright.”

Sure enough, it was that little wild boar.