The Cold And Aloof Senior Sister Keeps Flirting With Me - Chapter 82

Bai Chuli shrieked and grabbed Yun Fan’s shoulder, shaking him vigorously.

It’s all gone!!! All gone, ahhh!

As soon as Yan Jue fell into Yun Zhen’s arms, she immediately smelled an extremely rich, fragrant floral scent, along with the oppressive aura emanating from an Eighth Realm Grandmaster.

Yan Jue’s scalp instantly went numb. With a “pfft,” she actually spat out a mouthful of bloody mist, which splattered onto Yun Zhen.

Everyone: “…”

The exquisite embroidery on Yun Zhen’s clothing was instantly stained with a layer of crimson.

Immediately, some people seemed unable to bear the sight and closed their eyes.

Everyone knew that Fairy Yun Zhen was fond of cleanliness; usually, even slightly dirty disciples were not allowed into her Autumn Pavilion.

This time, of all the places Yan Jue could have landed, she fell right onto Yun Zhen.

She was going to be in huge trouble.

Qi Xianqing’s pupils constricted, and she quickly took two steps forward.

Yan Jue felt dizzy. When she finally regained her senses, she was lying in a distinctly soft embrace.

Yun Zhen immediately hugged her, petting and rubbing her face with indulgence: “Well fought, well fought. That was truly excellent.”

Yan Jue opened her eyes in horror, her body instinctively shrinking backward, her fair face already being kneaded into a dough.

Yun Zhen: “Teachable material! I watched Little Yan’s swordsmanship just now it was truly wonderful, much better than Xianqing was at that time.”

Everyone: “…”

Qi Xianqing’s gaze bypassed the training stage and fell directly onto Yan Jue.

Her hands, which hung at her sides, subconsciously clenched.

Yun Zhen then frowned and looked at Qi Xianqing on the training stage: “How can you bear to use such a heavy hand on such a cute little girl!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, a collective uproar arose from the crowd.

It was rumored that Yun Zhen loved her disciples dearly.

Yet, no one expected her to openly reprimand Qi Xianqing in public.

And this reprimand how did it feel so odd…

Yun Zhen’s clothes were covered in Yan Jue’s blood, but she showed no sign of disgust. Instead, she lifted Yan Jue with a single hand.

Yun Zhen walked towards the outside of the square: “Sword is gone? No problem, your master will forge you a new one right now.”

Qi Xianqing raised an eyebrow, her lips moving, a single word caught in her throat: “Master”

Yan Jue was completely numb. Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she forced a smile and held onto Yun Zhen’s shoulder: “Grandmaster! No”

Before she could say the word “need,” she saw a purple mist like cloud appear beneath Yun Zhen’s feet.

Yun Zhen formed a hand seal with one hand, like a celestial maiden taking flight, and flew away with Yan Jue on the cloud.

At the same time, Qi Xianqing on the training stage leaped up, stepped onto her immortal sword Candle Shadow, and swiftly departed.

Everyone: “…”

This was the first time that both the victor and the loser had run off immediately after a match concluded.

Yan Jue was carried by Yun Zhen, feeling surrounded by wisps of cloud, unable to open her eyes.

When she was finally able to open her eyes, she was already standing in Yun Zhen’s courtyard.

The courtyard was deep, shrouded in white clouds.

A plaque hung above the deep crimson courtyard gate, on which the characters “Autumn Pavilion” were written with a powerful, deeply etched brushstroke.

Yun Zhen led Yan Jue into the courtyard.

The first thing that came into view was a huge lake. The water was crystal clear, a small boat gently drifted in the center, and beyond, deep in the white clouds, lush green grass could vaguely be seen.

A white deer grazed leisurely on the lawn.

Yun Zhen placed Yan Jue on a long bench in the pavilion and lightly touched her head with two fingers pressed together.

Yan Jue was startled. She felt an extremely faint spiritual energy spread from the top of her head. A cool sensation flowed through her limbs, and the congested feeling in her chest instantly cleared up.

Yun Zhen was healing her.

Yun Zhen tapped Yan Jue’s forehead, then casually sat down opposite her, speaking with a touch of earnestness: “Xianqing has always been like this. If you feel wronged, I will give her a proper lesson.”

Yan Jue didn’t feel that way, however.

She had seen that Qi Xianqing was always ruthless when it came to cultivation matters.

Although a iron sword one she had spent ten days cultivating a bond with had been shattered.

Yan Jue was indeed a little unhappy in her heart.

Yan Jue shook her head and smiled at Yun Zhen: “It’s alright.”

Yun Zhen stared at Yan Jue, finding her immensely interesting for a moment.

Everyone knew that Qi Xianqing valued her reputation greatly, and at the Five Dragons Summit, she often used heavy hands to ensure victory.

Yet, this was the first time she had shown mercy to someone.

The two were silent for a long while. When Yan Jue’s gaze repeatedly fell on the nine-colored deer leisurely grazing on the lawn, Yun Zhen suddenly spoke.

“Little Yan, I want to talk to you about something.”

Yan Jue immediately listened intently: “Please speak, Grandmaster.”

Yan Jue held genuine respect for Qi Xianqing’s master.

After all, there were only a few Eighth Realm Grandmasters within the Five Dragon Mountain, and Yun Zhen had been quite kind to her.

Yun Zhen: “I see you have quite the talent for cultivation. Are you interested in joining my direct lineage and becoming a personal disciple?”

Yan Jue was stunned. Meeting Yun Zhen’s eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine: “Grandmaster, this disciple practices Ice element spells. It would not be suitable to enter the Shock-Fire Sect.”

Yun Zhen: “The master leads you through the door; cultivation depends on the individual. My leading you through the door is just to help you unblock your meridians and provide you with scriptures and resources. Everything else still relies on you. We in the Five Dragons School are not so strict about the classification of spiritual categories.”

Yan Jue felt like crying.

Yun Zhen was so enthusiastic, having already laid out the terms. Refusing now seemed like it would offend Grandmaster Yun Zhen.

Moreover, Yun Zhen’s conditions genuinely appealed to her slightly.

But what made Yan Jue feel incredibly conflicted was that she would have to pack up and run away sooner or later.

If she became Yun Zhen’s personal disciple, would she still be able to escape…

Thinking of this, Yan Jue felt extremely uneasy.

Yun Zhen: “Silence means you’ve agreed, then.”

Yan Jue: “…”

She never thought that fighting a match with Qi Xianqing would end with her gaining a master.

Yun Zhen was genuinely optimistic about Yan Jue.

She initially thought she was just an ordinary little disciple.

But her talent turned out to be so good.

Yan Jue was an outer disciple of the Water Cloud Sect. Given the nature of the Water Cloud Sect Leader, Yan Yue, she certainly wouldn’t properly teach an outer disciple.

Yan Jue learned entirely on her own, yet she was able to grasp most of the foundational sword techniques. Although she still lagged far behind Qi Xianqing, their mentorship was different after all.

Over thousands of years, Yun Zhen had taught countless disciples, and the superior and inferior nature of a person’s talent was truly evident at a glance.

If she took Yan Jue under her wing and carefully trained her, perhaps the champion and runner-up of the next Five Dragons Summit would both belong to their Shock Fire Sect.

She could only blame the fact that the Shock-Fire Sect’s situation had been deteriorating recently. Except for Qi Xianqing, most of their disciples were eliminated in the fourth round, which infuriated Yun Zhen.

She absolutely couldn’t let that old fellow from the Strange Escape Sect get ahead.

The sky gradually darkened, and Yun Zhen was still passionately discussing the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth with Yan Jue.

If it were peacetime, Yan Jue would truly have a leisurely appreciation for listening to Fairy Yun Zhen lecture on the Great Dao.

But she had exerted herself too much during the match and was also injured…

She was already very sleepy.

Yun Zhen quickly noticed this and waved her hand, signaling Yan Jue to follow her.

Yan Jue was momentarily confused, then followed behind Yun Zhen.

Yun Zhen led her to a small pavilion/chamber deep within the white clouds of the Autumn Pavilion. With a wave of her right hand, the door of the pavilion swung open.

Yan Jue was startled.

The pavilion was very spacious, and inside were many small boxes.

They must not have been touched for a very long time, as dust covered every single small box.

Yun Zhen: “Little Yan, this is our first official meeting. Your master doesn’t have anything to give you, but these boxes contain some cultivation resources and magical artifacts. See if there is anything useful to you, and feel free to take it.”

Yan Jue had long since grown accustomed to Yun Zhen’s enthusiasm and smiled wryly: “Thank you… Grandmaster.”

Yun Zhen frowned: “You are now my personal disciple. I will send a message to Yan Yue shortly, asking her to transfer you to me. Call me Grandmaster again and I’ll be angry.”

Yan Jue was surprised and quickly adopted a manner similar to Qi Xianqing’s, smiling awkwardly: “Master.”

After Yun Zhen left, Yan Jue searched through the wooden boxes by herself.

As expected of one of the top figures in the Five Dragons School, the sight of the various resources in the boxes dazzled Yan Jue, and she truly didn’t know what to choose.

Her head heavy, Yan Jue struggled to open a small, dust-covered box. She waved her hand to clear the dust and, seeing the contents clearly, couldn’t help but slightly widen her eyes.

The box was surprisingly full of swords.

Bright gold swords, sharp silver swords, and even crimson-purple long swords and sky blue long swords.

Yan Jue’s eyes were blurred from looking, and she didn’t know which one to take.

Taking one too valuable seemed inappropriate, as this was just the beginning, and she wasn’t sure if Fairy Yun Zhen took her as a disciple on a whim or seriously…

But if she didn’t take anything, it seemed even more inappropriate.

Yan Jue stared at the box full of glittering gold, feeling her brain could barely function.

She wondered what state Qi Xianqing was in every time she interacted with Yun Zhen?

She was so sleepy.

If conditions allowed, Yan Jue would have wanted to just lie down by the box and sleep. The fatigue made her mood quite low, and she suddenly and vaguely recalled being blasted out of the arena by Qi Xianqing at the Five Dragons Summit earlier.

That iron sword had become so familiar to her, yet it was shattered by a casual swing from Qi Xianqing…

She was in a bit of a bad mood.

After searching for a long time, Yan Jue finally found an iron sword on the wall that was quite similar to her previous one.

The only difference was that the pattern on this iron sword was more complex than the iron swords uniformly issued to the Water Cloud Sect outer disciples.

Yan Jue looked down for a long time. Was the pattern a chrysanthemum? Or an orchid?

…

Yan Jue hugged the sword and slowly walked out of Yun Zhen’s Autumn Pavilion.

The scenery of the Shock-Fire Sect was truly beautiful. Compared to the gentle and elegant Water Cloud Sect, it presented a different style.

Yan Jue walked along the road, hugging the sword, feeling both sleepy and hot. Halfway, she suddenly felt the iron sword was incredibly unfamiliar.

She thought of the long road of cultivation ahead, realizing she had to spend energy getting familiar with a new magical artifact, and the future was tiring. Her nose couldn’t help but sting with emotion.

Yan Jue was lost in her thoughts when she suddenly bumped into someone.

Yan Jue subconsciously stepped back but felt a familiar cold scent waft over her nose.

Qi Xianqing walked over and looked down at her: “Let me see.”

Qi Xianqing was still dressed in white. A cool fingertip reached out from her sleeve and gripped Yan Jue’s wrist.

Yan Jue was annoyed the moment she saw her. She abruptly shook off the hand, grinding her teeth and saying with a wronged tone: “Why did you break my sword on the training stage today?”

Upon hearing her words, Qi Xianqing felt a sharp pang in her heart for some reason and subconsciously pursed her lips.

If she had seen any other opponent on the field, she might have used a heavier hand than she did today. But this was the first time that a feeling of guilt arose in Qi Xianqing’s heart after the match ended and Yan Jue was taken away by her master.

In the dim moonlight, Yan Jue’s fair face was flushed red. Her narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed: “You cheated. Your sword is so good, but I don’t even have a sword…”

Qi Xianqing looked down, checking her wrist for injuries.

There were none. It seemed her master had already helped Yan Jue expel the internal bruising.

Qi Xianqing’s gaze shifted, and she pressed her tongue against her back teeth: “How about this?”

Yan Jue was slightly stunned.

Qi Xianqing looked at her, her voice gentle: “You can hit me back.”

Yan Jue: “…”

Since Qi Xianqing said so, Yan Jue was not polite and punched Qi Xianqing’s shoulder.

The sensation, which wasn’t painful at all, instantly softened Qi Xianqing’s heart completely.

Yan Jue was completely dizzy. She had been injured during the match today, and after Yun Zhen helped her expel the bruised blood, she had consumed too much energy and was extremely tired.

Qi Xianqing noticed the sword in her arms: “Did Master give you this?”

Yan Jue rolled her eyes at her: “Yes, why else?”

Qi Xianqing: “…”

Yan Jue couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated: “I got familiar with that previous iron sword for a long time, only then did I figure out its patterns. I’m so tired.”

“Now I have to get familiar with this new sword, I am really so tired!” Yan Jue felt that Qi Xianqing was probably her best friend in this world.

She could speak some genuine feelings to Qi Xianqing, just as she would to a true friend.

Qi Xianqing stared at the iron sword in her arms for a long time, then suddenly reached out.

She slowly drew out the new sword from Yan Jue’s embrace.

Qi Xianqing: “Then let’s not get familiar with this one.”

Yan Jue was slightly taken aback.

Qi Xianqing raised her hand, gently rubbed her head, looked at her deeply, and said earnestly: “I will give you a better one.”