The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 10

“This feeling… I’d rather not have it.”

Amidst the fluttering of her pheromones, the freshly washed Yan Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a white cotton bathrobe. She retreated into her Sea of Consciousness, searching layer by layer for the origin of these strange sensations.

One reason was the sediment of the original body’s memories being absorbed by her soul. Another was why she always seemed to lose control whenever she was around Ji Qianqian.

She manifested her divine sense into a physical form, taking on the appearance of her past life, and walked through the palaces within the Yexi Sea. Layer by layer, palace by palace, she saw flashes of her childhood dim and blurred. A small, young Yan Qing walked around a humble thatched hut.

Further along, she saw a mountain gate shrouded in mist, leading to a magnificent, towering palace. A massive pillar, reaching toward the heavens, stood there. On its surface, seven bold yet elegant characters were carved in red ink: [The Great Dao is Heartless, yet Awakening Brings Emotion]. She had written them herself with the Yuxuan Sword when she first ascended and created the “Path of Awakened Emotion.”

At first, there seemed to be no gain, but she wasn’t entirely empty handed. In the penultimate palace, she spotted her familiar storage ring exquisite and delicate, shaped like a circular jade pendant, shimmering with immortal qi.

“Huanyu, you’re actually here!” Yan Qing felt a surge of joy. Since transmigrating, she had assumed the storage ring remained on her original body. She hadn’t expected it to hide within the palaces of her Sea of Consciousness along with her crippled cultivation. Besides scrolls of various cultivation techniques, it housed all the treasures she had collected over her lifetime.

Yan Qing took the red string of the storage ring and carefully hung it around her neck. She decided that once she finished her meditation, she would try it out in this ABO world. For instance, when she went to school every day, couldn’t she just put those heavy textbooks inside the jade ring and take them out when she arrived? Yan Qing thought unambitiously. The storage ring once used to collect the world’s greatest treasures was now being considered for solving the mundane troubles of a mortal.

As she reached the final palace, she saw several grand characters inscribed on the hall door: [The Sea of Great Void and Illusion]. Outside the door, two poetic couplets were written in a vigorous hand.

Upper Scroll: I once suffered the burden of a physical form; roaming the universe, intent alone is truth.

Lower Scroll: If one finds freedom of the heart, then non-action and wisdom unite Heaven, Earth, and Man.

This was not her handwriting. She chewed over the Zen meaning behind the words, and her resolve to prove the Great Dao grew firmer. To transcend the shackles of the physical and fleshy body a state even more liberated than the “Free and Unfettered Travel” described by Zhuangzi to be the freest person between Heaven and Earth was her lifelong pursuit.

Just as she was lost in this Zen-like reverie, and the memories of ABO, pheromones, Ji Qianqian, and Xi Zhaowan were drifting away like misty dreams, the Yexi Sea suddenly inverted. The Palace of the Great Void vanished like a phantom. Yan Qing’s eyes widened as four different characters abruptly appeared: [The Sea of Clouds and Sky Love].

The couplets had also changed, now written by an anonymous hand.

Upper Scroll: Mortals have limits, but the heart has none following a companion forever to witness Heaven and Earth.

Lower Scroll: Heaven and Earth are heartless, yet love remains in the end betray neither the Great Dao nor one’s own heart.

Yan Qing murmured these lines to herself, confused. In her bewilderment, she pushed open the palace doors and entered that familiar dreamscape the very dream that had disrupted her Daoist heart during her secluded meditation in her past life.

The difference was that this time, the dream felt real a 3D holographic live broadcast.

Furthermore, the setting had changed from a bed to a misty hot spring. The lights were bright and the atmosphere was hazy with spring-like intimacy. She saw two beautiful figures bathing together, submerged in the warm water, the surface rippling with passion.

She saw her own thin waist pressed tightly against that phantom figure. Her own face was flushed crimson, looking as if she were intoxicated.

She heard a woman’s melodious laughter and the intermittent, intoxicating murmurs coming from her throat and lips.

“Yan… not here…”

What are you two doing? Yan Qing was a bit angry that the two people in the palace completely ignored her, the intruder. She swung her arms, trying to clear the mist, wanting to shout at her “submerged” self: Stop! You should be in the Great Void Hall, decoding Zen couplets, not here shamelessly fooling around with a beautiful stranger!

She watched as the two figures pressed closer and closer together… until it became unbearable to watch.

So… that’s how two women do it? You can even do that?

Wait, what was she thinking? Yan Qing shook her head hurriedly. Stopping them was the priority. This was her own Sea of Consciousness, after all. Her face turned beet red.

She puffed out her cheeks and walked forward indignantly, intending to pull the two apart and push away that damn woman who wouldn’t leave her alone even in the deepest layers of her soul.

But then, looking up from the water-slicked back of the woman, she saw a small red mole on her face. Influenced by either the heat or the passion, the mole seemed to merge with her blood-red earlobe. As the woman trembled with pleasure under the “other” Yan Qing’s kisses, the red mole looked like a swaying flower on a branch.

Ah… it looks familiar. This mole… it feels like I just saw it yesterday.

She scanned her mind for everyone she knew. As if afraid to confirm it, a face she least wanted to acknowledge that noble, snow-like, cold, and elegant face surfaced in her mind.

It was Xi Zhaowan. Ah… was it her all along?

Had it always been her, or did the woman’s face change to hers only after they met? Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming he was a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming it was Zhuang Zhou?

The kitchen, the pastry, the evening, the sunset… Xi Zhaowan’s beautiful face, the fair skin near her ear, the little red mole.

For a moment, she didn’t dare push them apart. She didn’t dare step forward to see the face clearly. She didn’t dare confirm that the person she was entangled with was indeed Xi Zhaowan.

How could it be? Xi Zhaowan is her aunt!

Wait, no… Xi Zhaowan is Yan Qinghe’s elder, not mine.

No, that’s not the point! She practiced the Path of Awakened Emotion she was meant to witness the truth of the universe and achieve immortality. How could she indulge in emotions, and to such a degree?

And looking so… scandalous? How could that be her?

From her dreams to the depths of her consciousness, it was like a brand she couldn’t shake off.

She was overcome with embarrassment. Her Daoist heart, which had only rippled slightly like a disturbed pond when the dreams first appeared during meditation, was now in total chaos. She felt both guilty and indignant. Watching the two inseparable figures, she could only stomp her foot in frustration, hoping the sound would wake her up.

With that stomp, she felt her foot hit empty air. The Sea of Clouds and Sky Love vanished. A sealed room opened up, containing a large LED screen. She saw another “self” curled up in a corner of the room, appearing to be fast asleep.

No, that wasn’t her. That face belonged to Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qing’s pupils contracted. She tried to open the room, but there was a barrier outside—a barrier as solid as an iron gate. No matter what she did, she couldn’t break through.

She looked at the sealed room where Yan Qinghe was. The LED screen played scene after scene of Ji Qianqian, from the past to the present, in a continuous loop. She even saw a scene from the hospital.

Ji Qianqian, looking dissatisfied, bit into her neck to inject pheromones. She saw the look in Ji Qianqian’s eyes that Ji Qianqian herself hadn’t noticed a look of lingering affection and a stunned expression when she touched Yan Qing’s face.

So, Ji Qianqian didn’t actually dislike marking Yan Qinghe? Then why was her attitude toward the previous Qinghe so terrible?

“You’re here?” The girl in the room stood up. She looked longingly at the LED screen, her eyes hooked onto Ji Qianqian like silk threads. But when she turned to see Yan Qing, her gaze became sharp as a knife.

“Are you Yan Qinghe?” Yan Qing asked softly, uncertain.

“So you’re the one who took over my body! And you’re getting so close to Qianqian!” Yan Qinghe was practically exploding with rage. Over a month ago, during her sleep, everything went black. Her soul was separated from her body, and she ended up in this place. She couldn’t get out, and no one came in. She was worried sick about Ji Qianqian, only to find that the LED screen in her room, besides playing her old memories, spent 24 hours a day broadcasting the interactions between this stranger and Ji Qianqian.

Let go of her Qianqian! How could Qianqian pay so much attention to this stranger in her body?

She had cried out to no avail until this woman appeared. This person looked about sixty percent like her and could actually see her. Yan Qinghe immediately deduced that she was the culprit who had occupied her body.

Yan Qing coughed awkwardly and decided to introduce herself. First, she emphasized that she had also been forced into this “soul transmigration” against her will. Second, she said she would try to see if they could swap back.

Finally, under the girl’s murderous glare, she repeatedly emphasized that she had absolutely no improper thoughts about Ji Qianqian.

“Heh… you two have already kissed, and Qianqian even marked you. You say you don’t have feelings for her? Is it Qianqian who has improper thoughts about you then?” Yan Qinghe spoke sarcastically. If looks could kill, she would have sliced Yan Qing into a thousand pieces.

Yan Qing remained silent, afraid of agitating her further.

“So, when did you wake up?” Yan Qing changed the subject.

“I woke up after Qianqian marked you,” the girl said, her voice cracking slightly with immense grievance.

Even through the barrier, Yan Qing could practically smell the overwhelming jealousy.

“Um… actually, you can look at it this way,” Yan Qing said, keeping a straight face as she tried to soothe her. “I’m using your body right now. So, technically, the one Ji Qianqian kissed was you. The one she marked was your gland… and the pheromones being exchanged belong to you two.”

“Well… when you put it that way, I guess you’re right.” Yan Qinghe seemed somewhat convinced, her expression softening. She tilted her head, looking a bit happy. Did this mean that after that incident… Sister Qianqian was still willing to mark her? She probably didn’t hate her.

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief. But after a moment of thought, the girl’s face crumpled, and she lunged at the barrier like a little wolf. “Yan Qing, do you take me for a fool?! It’s my body that got kissed, but you’re the one who gets to feel it!”

Yan Qing: “…”

This feeling, I’d rather not have it. Yan Qing licked her lip. It stung.

Seeing Yan Qing’s action which looked like she was reminiscing about the taste Yan Qinghe let out a high-pitched scream. “AAAAAH! Yan Qing! I’m going to kill you!”