The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 29

Though there was no wind at the moment, she felt a chill run down her spine…

It was unclear what they were thinking, but the two hall guards leading the way walked exceptionally fast, especially after entering the secret passage.

From the sound of it, they didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, holding their breath as if stifled.

Feng Jie and Gongsun Muhan exchanged a glance, both frowning simultaneously, sensing something amiss.

Even those sentenced to the ultimate punishment of “Guidao” were, at worst, confined to the Huan Duan Water Prison.

This forbidden chamber, however, was rarely mentioned.

Gongsun Muhan followed quietly behind Feng Jie, her brows furrowed in deep thought. This Second Elder had already seemed suspicious back at the base of Lixin Cliff, first disguising himself to infiltrate the disciples’ ranks, then pursuing her and her junior sister in the underground palace. While his pursuit of her could be somewhat understood, where did his hostility toward her junior sister come from?

As for this place, she had managed to uncover a clue: the forbidden chamber was actually situated atop a spiritual node.

Feng Jie racked her brains but couldn’t make sense of it, so she directly entered her consciousness to seek help from the plot guide.

As soon as she stepped in, she spotted the system that had previously dumped the task and vanished. It was now lounging in a recliner, legs crossed, leisurely reading a storybook, looking utterly content.

“…”

Feng Jie picked up the plot guide, flipping through it while muttering to the system, “Are all systems this human-like? Not only do you enjoy reading storybooks, but you also cross your legs? You really know how to live the good life.”

“…”

Shabi rolled her eyes. Of course, she was… human-like.

After all, she had an important mission to fulfill.

“What exactly are the specifics of the intimacy reduction you mentioned earlier? You ran off before finishing last time.”

“I really don’t want to face punishments like soul expulsion or something. If things go wrong, all my efforts these days will be wasted, and I’ll be back to square one…”

Upon hearing this, Shabi’s eyes shifted slyly. [Oh, that? No rush. You haven’t completed the three tasks yet, have you?]

[You’ve only finished ‘Warmth in the Blowing Sand.’ ‘Holding Hands at Night’ and ‘Whispers on the Same Bed’ are still pending. Finish what you have on hand first.]

“…”

Once again, she felt utterly defeated. “Shabi, are all your system tasks this old-fashioned? Anyone would think I’ve picked up a romance script.”

She earnestly flipped through the scattered mentions of the Discipline Hall and Tan Feng in the plot guide, hoping to find some clues.

Meanwhile, Shabi, reclining in her chair, smiled knowingly upon hearing the complaint, thinking her earlier storybook reading hadn’t been in vain, this was exactly the effect she was aiming for.

A loud boom echoed, likely signaling their arrival. Feng Jie hurriedly exited her consciousness.

Before them, a stone door swung open with a heavy groan. Inside, two or three night pearls embedded in the walls emitted a faint, ghostly white light.

The person shoved them both inside without a word, hastily closing the stone door and leaving as if fleeing from some monstrous threat.

Once Feng Jie steadied herself, she turned to see only the dull, gray stone door and reluctantly gave up on complaining.

Pulling Gongsun Muhan, she gestured to sit on the floor. “Senior Sister, you must be tired from walking. Let’s rest for a bit.”

Gongsun Muhan, lost in thought, hadn’t noticed Feng Jie’s gesture.

Seeing that she hadn’t moved, Feng Jie glanced at the dark, grimy ground and understood.

She quickly pulled out a brown-gray felt mat from her pouch. “Senior Sister, this should do.”

Gongsun Muhan finally noticed the flying artifacts she had placed on the ground.

Was she unfamiliar with these artifacts? Or perhaps because…

“They’re clean.”

Feng Jie, thinking she still suspected they were dirty, quickly explained.

Seeing her sweet smile completely unaffected by the surrounding enclosed stone chamber, Gongsun Muhan dismissed her thoughts, the faint blush on her face fading as she sat down beside her. Unable to resist, she asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Afraid?”

Feng Jie glanced around and said, “It is a bit eerie, huh? If I were alone, I might really be scared, but with Senior Sister here with me, of course I’m not afraid.”

As she spoke, she took Gongsun Muhan’s hand and leaned her head against her shoulder.

Gongsun Muhan subtly shifted forward, her gaze flickering with slight discomfort, she still couldn’t get used to her junior sister’s overly intimate gestures.

Unfazed, Feng Jie casually twisted her neck, released her hand, and rubbed the back of her neck. “Walking for so long has made my neck sore.”

After stretching, she turned to Gongsun Muhan, her eyes suddenly sparkling as if she had thought of something.

“By the way, Senior Sister, do you know about this forbidden chamber?”

Gongsun Muhan tilted her head, meeting her starry, smiling eyes, and pursed her lips before changing her response.

“I don’t know.”

Seeing that Gongsun Muhan was indeed unaware of the chamber’s special nature as she had anticipated, Feng Jie secretly smiled and leaned in closer.

“Actually, this forbidden chamber wasn’t originally used to imprison criminals. It was a training ground for the elite guards of the Discipline Hall. I’ve heard the spiritual energy here is extremely abundant, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.”

Gongsun Muhan nodded seriously. “Mm.”

“I heard that disciples from Bixia Sect used to beg the sect leader to come here but weren’t allowed,” Feng Jie added, stroking her chin before suddenly remembering something else and nodding emphatically. “So, Senior Sister, we’ve hit the jackpot! If we cultivate here now, we might even get ten times the results for our efforts!”

Gongsun Muhan’s brows furrowed even tighter. Where did her junior sister get such information? Could it be from some unreliable gossip tabloids?

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Nevertheless, Gongsun Muhan earnestly analyzed the possibility of gaining tenfold returns: “Junior Sister, there are no shortcuts in cultivation. The abundant spiritual energy here is because this place is a spiritual eye, but it isn’t naturally formed. It’s artificially created through arrays to forcibly gather energy, typically used for pressuring prisoners with spiritual force or other energy-gathering purposes. Once you start absorbing this energy, it will uncontrollably flood into you. At best, you could lose all your cultivation; at worst, your spiritual meridians could explode. You must not cultivate here.”

“To be precise, it’s a loss of a hundredfold for every gain.”

“Ah?”

How could that be? Feng Jie hurriedly delved into her consciousness to check the plot box given to her by Shabi. It clearly displayed the words “Other Information Guide Collection.” She repeatedly examined the note about the forbidden chamber she had taken out earlier, it indeed contained none of what her senior sister had just said.

Though there was no wind, she felt utterly disheveled inside.

Lifting her eyes to call for Shabi and ask, she found it had disappeared again…

Helpless, Feng Jie withdrew from her consciousness, snapped back to reality, and replied dejectedly, “Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister. I understand.”

Sigh, I finally had a chance to prove myself and make my senior sister see me in a new light, but now it’s all ruined.

And to make matters worse, I even ended up embarrassing myself…

The junior sister’s words were spoken with a weak and dispirited tone. Gongsun Muhan lowered her eyelashes slightly, quietly watching as Feng Jie hung her head in silence, nervously twisting the corner of her clothes. She wondered if she had been too harsh with her words.

“When it comes to cultivation, there’s no need for you to worry, junior sister. Once I-”

Before she could finish her sentence, the stone door of the confinement chamber slammed open with a loud crash.

Both of them stood up simultaneously to look at him. Feng Jie wore a guarded expression, while Gongsun Muhan’s eyes were filled with cold indifference.

Tan Feng glanced at the two of them, noting how synchronized their movements were. He took an extra moment to observe Feng Jie, her change was truly remarkable. In just a few days, her attitude toward the same person had shifted so drastically.

With a casual wave of his hand, Tan Feng shut the door tightly. At the same time, the night pearls in the confinement chamber suddenly blazed with light, illuminating the entire room brightly.

Tan Feng stared directly at Gongsun Muhan. “If you hand over the Bixin Sword, I will spare your life.”

“Otherwise, you will surely die.”

Gongsun Muhan neither agreed nor refused.

Feng Jie nervously tugged at Gongsun Muhan’s hand beneath her sleeve. Gongsun Muhan gently patted her hand to reassure her.

Tan Feng took a few steps forward, pressing on with earnest persuasion. “You know as well as I do that all the major immortal sects are coveting the Bixin Sword you possess. Rather than being schemed against and killed for it, why not hand it over to me, to the Bixia Sect?”

Seeing that Gongsun Muhan didn’t object, he assumed she was wavering and continued, “After all, as a member of the Bixia Sect, you owe the sect for its protection and nurturing. Handing over the Bixin Sword to me would be a great service to the sect. From then on, you could continue to live safely under the Bixia Sect’s protection. Undoubtedly, this is the best choice.”

Gongsun Muhan let out a light laugh. “Handing it over to you and handing it over to the Bixia Sect are two different things, aren’t they?”

“You!”

He hadn’t heard of this before, he never expected Gongsun Muhan to possess such unyielding pride.

“You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”

With that, Tan Feng launched a burst of spiritual energy toward her, intending to teach her a lesson and humble her arrogance.

A smug, triumphant smile flickered in Tan Feng’s eyes. In this confinement chamber, spiritual energy couldn’t be used, and he was certain she wouldn’t be able to dodge it.

Gongsun Muhan tightened her grip on the talisman in her hand. She could evade it, but her junior sister couldn’t.

Besides, it was she who had provoked him in the first place.

The purple spiritual energy shot toward them like lightning. Feng Jie, standing beside her, had no time to react.

Just as it was about to strike,

“Pfft!”

A heavy scent of bamboo filled the air as Gongsun Muhan stepped in front of her.

“Senior sister!”

Feng Jie quickly caught the person in her arms. “Are you alright?”

Gongsun Muhan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said softly, “It’s nothing.”

Her cultivation was advanced, and her physical body was stronger. A single burst of spiritual energy was nothing to her.

Seeing this, Tan Feng suddenly thought of a better plan, one that might truly compel Gongsun Muhan to willingly break the divine contract and hand over the Bixin Sword.

“Senior sister, why are you so foolish? Here, take these, they’re all the pills the sect leader gave me earlier. You must take them!”

Feng Jie desperately wanted to empty her entire pouch of pills. She shoved them all into Gongsun Muhan’s hands.

Gongsun Muhan stared blankly at the three bottles of pills in her hands, watching as her junior sister continued rummaging through her pouch. Helpless, she could only tug gently at Feng Jie’s sleeve again.

Tan Feng curled his lips slightly into a strange smile on the side, it seemed he was determined to obtain the Bixin Sword.