The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 9

“Truly a beast,” Yan Qing bit her lip, looking back…

After dining with Xi Zhaowan, the night had not yet fully fallen. In the grand garden of the Yan family, the lingering glow of the sunset refused to leave, stretching the shadows of the two women as they strolled. Yan Qing closed her eyes, inhaling the long-lost scent of nature the fragrance of vines, lush trees, and tiny blossoms. Beside her was a woman with hair like a waterfall, dark silken strands draping over her shoulders.

After finishing the meal, Xi Zhaowan had let down her pinned hair. The strands tangled softly where their shoulders brushed together. They engaged in light, easy conversation, drifting through trivial topics. To talk about anything and everything felt remarkably comfortable.

When they reached the fork in the path leading to the inner garden, a white jade-colored marble table stood quietly waiting for them. The butler served the tea and politely turned to depart.

Xi Zhaowan thought to herself that this conversation was different from the reading sessions she used to share with Yan Qing. Ever since her return to the country, Yan Qing from the inside out gave her the impression of being reborn.

This girl, whom she had watched grow up and knew best, looked the same on the outside and occasionally showed the same flashes of confusion as before. Yet, the traits she now displayed were worlds apart from the past. The same clothes and familiar pairings worn by the current Yan Qing projected a completely different aura, as if she were a new soul.

“Can I call you Sister Wan?” Yan Qing asked abruptly during a lull in the conversation, tilting her head.

Though Xi Zhaowan was thirty-three, her fair, tender face looked like a fresh lotus rising from the water; she could easily pass for a young girl who had just graduated. Having lived a hundred years in her previous life, Yan Qing simply could not bring herself to call her “Auntie Wan” repeatedly like Yan Qinghe used to.

Xi Zhaowan raised an eyebrow. Even the form of address was to be different now?

“You are too young. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I feel like I’m getting old, but Sister Wan doesn’t seem to have changed at all over the years,” Yan Qing explained, speaking the honest truth.

“You little rascal, since when did you become so silver tongued?” Xi Zhaowan pretended to be flattered on the surface, but inwardly, another layer of puzzled contemplation was added.

She took a sip of black tea. The fragrance overflowed. Cradling the cup in her palm to feel the residual warmth, she looked at the young girl before her. Yan Qing’s temperament had become as cold and elegant as a white lotus on a snowy mountain, her eyes pure and stainless as she gazed back.

This kind of conversation and sitting across from each other had always happened, yet the feeling in her heart was a relaxation and ease she had never felt before. After Yan Qing entered high school, Xi Zhaowan had felt relieved and, due to work and specific reasons, rarely returned to the Yan house. She had even bought a villa near her company. But lately, she found herself returning frequently.

Especially after returning from her travels, amidst the mountain of work and physical exhaustion, seeing Yan Qing’s figure coming down the stairs brought her a sense of peace. Perhaps this is the feeling of ‘the girl in my house has finally grown up,’ Xi Zhaowan thought.

The bathroom was thick with steam, shrouding the fit, youthful body of a teenage girl. Hot water cascaded from her head, over her face and neck, sliding down to her tight abdominal muscles.

This body was exceptionally well-shaped, even for a mortal frame. Yan Qing sighed inwardly. She had to bathe every day now. Back in the Continent of Light Spirit, when her cultivation was at its peak and her spiritual energy was abundant, her body possessed a natural fragrance and never gathered grime.

She did not eat the five grains, nor did she even need to use the restroom. Occasionally, she would drink a bit of sweet dew to nourish her physical form. Consequently, her entire being was surrounded by a sacred incense; though she hadn’t reached the realm of an immortal, she was nearly a demi-god.

By the time she reached the ninth level of the Way of Enlightened Emotion, Yan Qing had achieved the [Mind-Light Stage] of cultivation.

In the Continent of Light Spirit, the goal of cultivators was to refine the heavy, redundant physical body which they viewed as a mere “stinking skin bag” until it was light. To them, worldly food was a burden as the saying goes, “Warmth and satiety breed carnal desires.” Consuming too much would cloud their mental clarity.

Food acted like a magnet, increasing the weight of the physical body and its gravity toward the mortal world. Therefore, ancient cultivators practiced Bigu (fasting from grains).

In the Qingyun Sect, only the newly initiated outer disciples ate three meals a day. Upon entering the inner sect, one had to stop eating dinner. In the secret inner sanctum, surviving on one meal a week was common. As cultivation increased, the dependence on food decreased.

A peerless genius like Yan Qing, the prophesied “Descending Heavenly Axe Star” who appeared once in a thousand years, had already reached the point of eating once a week by the age of twenty. During her ten years secluded meditation at the age of ninety, she had gone a full decade without a single grain.

After crossing over into this ABO world, the first meal she had eaten in ten years was the one prepared by Xi Zhaowan. Because of Yan Qinghe’s mortal body, she went from being unaccustomed to it to gradually getting used to two or three meals a day.

She went from resisting meals and finding them troublesome to thinking, Actually, this tastes great. You couldn’t blame her Xi Zhaowan’s cooking was simply too delicious.

However, while her previous “demi-god” state meant her body was naturally clean and didn’t require washing to remove dirt, she still enjoyed bathing as an activity. It was one of her favorite ways to attune her spirit.

The catch was it had to be in her own body! She grit her teeth. Over the past month, especially after her talk with Xi Zhaowan, her obsession with the physical body and gender distinctions had actually faded quite a bit.

She contemplated her situation. When she crossed over, she had lost all her cultivation. Forget the Mind Light Stage she had fallen even below the lowest Gold Light Stage. She wasn’t even as strong as the lowliest outer disciple of her former grand disciples. Otherwise, how could she have suffered a physical collapse during the sports meet at Hangyu High School just because of pheromone turbulence? That weakness had triggered a premature heat, leading to her being marked by the shameless Ji Qianqian.

In the Continent of Light Spirit, every cultivator spent their life trying to advance through the stages:

First Level: Gold Light Stage. Lingqi (spiritual energy) flows freely to the Soles Chakra. Cultivators can enhance their [Foot Strength]. While this world has legends of “The Magic Traveler” who could walk 800 li a day, a Gold Light cultivator could do 1,000 li, walking on snow without leaving a trace.

Second Level: Sound Light Stage. Lingqi moves to the Sacral Chakra. Hearing is enhanced to that of a “Super Hearer,” capable of hearing sounds from a hundred li away from the trembling of a leaf in the mountains at night to a conversation inside a house a thousand li away.

Third Level: Circular Light Stage. The left channel is cleared, and Lingqi moves to the Navel Chakra. Vision is broken through, granting “Thousand Mile Eyes” and X-ray vision. A cultivator at this stage can turn their palm into something like an “LED screen,” seeing events happening elsewhere.

Fourth Level: Heart Light Stage. Energy reaches the Heart Chakra. The “Heart Consciousness” is strengthened, allowing one to hear the inner thoughts of mortals clearly.

Fifth Level: Mind Light Stage. The right channel is cleared. The five senses leap forward as Lingqi reaches the Brow Chakra. The cultivator can create a “Mind Born Body,” similar to an astral projection or a “Shadow Clone” that doesn’t affect the main body’s actions. They can also track scents across thousands of miles.

Sixth Level (The Zenith): Spirit Light Stage. The central channel is cleared. The sixth and seventh senses are added. The body can transform into spiritual light, shedding physical constraints entirely. One can take any form, control all living things, and communicate with nature freely.

For an ordinary cultivator, reaching the Fourth Level (Heart Light Stage) in a lifetime was considered a sign of extraordinary talent and hard work. In the entire Continent, even a grand elder like Elder Zhuchen of the Qingyun Sect was one of the few at the Fifth Level.

It had taken Zhuchen a thousand years to reach the Mind-Light Stage. The Qingyun Sect held its place in a world of predators specifically because an “Mind Light” elder sat in command.

Yan Qing’s arrival had brought even more glory to the sect. After all, she had achieved the Mind Light Stage in only a fraction of the time others took. Using her self-created Way of Enlightened Emotion, she had mastered all seven senses by the eighth level, causing the entire continent to tremble in awe. No one dared to look down on the Qingyun Sect after that.

The cultivators of the continent had secretly hoped Yan Qing would be the one to reach the Sixth Level the Spirit Light Stage and break the millions of years long drought of immortality.

Who would have thought that just as the legends were peaking, Yan Qing would cross into another world? Now, she lived a mortal life of eating, sleeping, and going to school a life she hadn’t known since she was fourteen.

The once unshakable “Sect Master” who was never swayed by emotion, a god-like genius of cultivation, had become an Alpha human easily manipulated by pheromones.

“Truly worse than a beast,” Yan Qing bit her lip, reflecting on her reactions in front of Ji Qianqian, looking at this physical body with cold detachment.

Even though the heart throb she felt when thinking of Ji Qianqian was a sensation completely foreign to her true self.