The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 7

Yan Jue’s mind went blank with a loud buzz. Her entire body went soft, as if she had turned into water. Instinctively, she raised her arms and hooked them around Qi Xianqing’s neck.

The bell hanging from the girl’s neck shimmered with a soft golden light, ringing gently, making her skin appear even paler and more delicate than snow.

There was no room for resistance.

The gauzy bed curtains fell, veiling the faint traces of spring light.

Yan Jue was pinned beneath Qi Xianqing, staring up at her in shock and fear.

Not to mention the temptation of the celestial spirit blood flowing within her every cell of her body was compelled to obey Qi Xianqing’s will.

For someone like Yan Jue, who was only at the second cultivation stage, Qi Xianqing’s power at the peak of the Enlightenment Stage was an absolute, crushing dominance.

A faint fragrance filled the air, making her bones feel weak. Qi Xianqing leaned down, her luscious lips nearing Yan Jue’s ear, as if about to kiss it.

Yan Jue suddenly felt a burning heat at her ear.

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly, perhaps displeased by her lack of cooperation. Her fingers brushed the bell at Yan Jue’s throat, and she whispered lowly by her ear: “Just follow my lead.”

Yan Jue instantly froze, staring up at her in disbelief. “Yes.”

Why… why did she touch my bell?!

She didn’t mean to. She definitely didn’t mean to!

Night deepened, but the red-light district of Qingye Town grew livelier still.

A man dressed in black crouched on the roof of the Drunken Spring Tower, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Although his last attempt had failed, he wasn’t about to give up.

After all… the evil art he cultivated required women’s hearts as its core ingredient.

Though freshly harvested hearts weren’t very potent, after some time they became an exquisite seasoning a catalyst that had helped him rise from the Qi Refining stage to the late Foundation Establishment stage within just half a year.

To cultivators like him, humans were no more than ants. Even if the authorities sent soldiers to hunt him down, his techniques ensured his escape every time.

Besides, this was just a small town. There was no powerful cultivator here who could possibly threaten him. And even if there were…

They couldn’t catch him anyway.

The man moved silently across the roof, looking for a suitable target. Oddly, the Drunken Spring Tower seemed quieter tonight few women entertaining guests, and those who did were nothing but ordinary mortals. Their hearts weren’t nearly potent enough for his alchemy.

Then suddenly, he froze.

From beneath his feet, faint noises drifted up through the floorboards.

He steadied himself and pressed closer, hearing the creak of wood.

He spat on his finger and dabbed it on the paper window to peek inside.

Layer upon layer of gauzy curtains, faintly revealing two slender figures within.

The shapes behind the veil were soft and graceful, the fabric swaying slightly in the breeze, enough to make his pulse quicken.

These two women they were clearly no common mortals. Compared to the others he had preyed upon, they were far superior.

And they were…

His breath quickened. Could it be?

Then, from behind the curtain, a sound half pain, half pleasure.

Was that… real?

Now or never!

The thought of claiming two women’s hearts at once sent a crimson haze of madness into his eyes. With a flash, he leapt from the rooftop and through the window.

He moved with lightning speed. As he landed, a metallic gleam appeared in his hand a curved, silver gray weapon.

The room was steeped in fragrance and dim light.

The women’s breathing was ragged, the sounds intoxicating.

Bloodshot eyes glinting, the man raised his weapon and began to chant a spell

But before the words could leave his lips, the curtains burst open with a crack like thunder.

In the blink of an eye, a woman in an ice blue dress appeared before him so fast that even Yan Jue didn’t see her draw her sword.

A flash of azure light and then silence.

Qi Xianqing sheathed her sword again. A gust of wind blew in through the window, sending her skirt fluttering violently.

The man fell to the floor, his body charred black, groaning in agony.

The lamps in the room flickered back to life.

Qi Xianqing knelt beside the fallen man, inspecting his weapon.

Yan Jue’s heart pounded wildly. The way this senior sister had dispatched her opponent in just a few breaths cold, precise, and devastating left her utterly shaken.

And earlier, on the bed…

She had never imagined that Qi Xianqing could produce those utterly convincing sounds with such a calm expression, only to spring into action moments later.

So ruthless…

It made Yan Jue’s earlier plans seem laughable.

She couldn’t help but think if Qi Xianqing had been the one assigned this mission from the start, the black-clad murderer would’ve been caught long ago.

That was the power of cultivation.

Standing beside Qi Xianqing, Yan Jue asked, “What kind of weapon is that? Something that can cut straight to the heart?”

It looked like an ordinary longsword, though faint cracks marred the blade.

Qi Xianqing examined it calmly. “Just a common weapon, but infused with a trace of demonic energy. That makes it extremely toxic. Once it pierces a woman’s chest, it latches on and drains her yin essence. When it’s done, her body turns into a dry husk. It seems the Sect’s intelligence reports were indeed inaccurate.”

To think such a cursed weapon would appear in a small town like this…

And considering the demonic cult massacre in the northern region days ago…

It seemed the demonic sects had begun to stir once more.

Yet this man’s body showed no trace of demonic energy. After searching him thoroughly, Qi Xianqing found nothing linking him to any cult.

Perhaps it was coincidence.

Or perhaps he’d merely turned to demonic methods as a shortcut to power.

There were six great immortal sects in the world, but also countless unaffiliated cultivators.

These so-called “rogue cultivators” had no true teachers, scavenging techniques from across the lands sometimes even dabbling in demonic arts yet rarely making any impact.

The real danger lay in large-scale demonic movements.

Having analyzed the situation quickly, Qi Xianqing turned to look at Yan Jue.

The mission, though seemingly simple, had clearly tested her patience.

This woman had lingered in a brothel for a whole month, waiting in secret even after the assignment’s official deadline had passed. That was… impressive.

Originally, Qi Xianqing had only been sent to retrieve the body of a Water Cloud Sect outer disciple.

But upon learning that Yan Jue was still alive, she’d decided to lend a hand.

And once she was here… she figured she might as well finish the job. Only a sharp pain pulsed suddenly at her neck.

Qi Xianqing’s eyes flickered with a hint of complexity. Yan Jue, listening to her explanation, felt her blood run cold.

If Qi Xianqing hadn’t been here tonight, she a mere beginner in the Foundation stage would have died without ever knowing how.

Qi Xianqing rose gracefully and said, “The mission is complete. Once you return to the mountain, you can claim your reward from the Affairs Hall. But make sure to send a carrier pigeon to request an official delay.” She paused, realizing she had spoken more than usual.

Perhaps it was habit she often led junior disciples on missions for the Zhenhuo Sect and had earned a reputation as a dependable senior.

Since she’d already said this much, she added calmly, “You can handle the cleanup, I assume?”

Yan Jue nodded stiffly. “Yes, I understand.”

Qi Xianqing inclined her head slightly. She raised her hand, fingers brushing lightly over her neck, face cold and unreadable as she turned to leave.

Yan Jue watched her retreating figure and then froze.

There, at the base of Qi Xianqing’s pale neck, was… a bite mark.

Yan Jue’s mind went blank.

Back on the bed, when Qi Xianqing had leaned too close…

She had lost control and bit her.

Yan Jue licked her lips. She could still taste faint traces of blood.

Great. Wonderful. She had bitten the woman who just saved her life.

Now Qi Xianqing had even more reason to hate her.

Watching the woman’s cold, graceful back, Yan Jue bit her lip and stammered, “Senior Sister, about me and Chu Fu… there’s nothing between us. What happened before it was my mistake. I know that now.”

“And earlier I didn’t mean it!!!”

Qi Xianqing paused mid-step. Her gaze turned frosty as she looked back. “Don’t mention any of this to anyone.”

Was she referring to what happened on the bed? Or to the fact that she’d come here to help?

Yan Jue blinked, confused. “No”

Before she could finish, Qi Xianqing’s cold expression deepened, and she strode out.

Yan Jue: “…”

Her face flushed crimson, her eyes misty.

This heroine… she’s so cold. So cold.

How in the world was she ever going to lower Qi Xianqing’s hatred toward her?