The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 41

“What happened?” Yue Wenqiu asked sharply, lifting the little turtle up by its shell, his gaze piercing.

The little turtle was already terrified by Jiang Luoyue’s condition; under Yue Wenqiu’s intense scrutiny, it began to tremble uncontrollably. However, it remembered the beautiful sister saying that the person waiting outside the secret realm was her Dao companion. Since he was her partner, he had to be trustworthy.

“The big sister killed the bad guys and saved me! She was so powerful just a moment ago—the bad guys couldn’t even touch her!” the little turtle explained, recounting everything to Jiang Luoxing and Yue Wenqiu.

“You’re a Cracked-Shell Turtle?” Yue Wenqiu scrutinized the little creature with doubt. The Dongyue Sect possessed a vast library, and Yue Wenqiu had seen illustrations of Cracked-Shell Turtles before; this little guy didn’t quite look the part.

“I was only recently born, so my shell patterns aren’t clear yet,” the little turtle replied. It suddenly realized the flaw in its lie: Jiang Luoyue wasn’t an original inhabitant of this world and didn’t know any better, but these people might. Relying on its inherited memories from its parents, it recalled a mantra that could disguise its identity, allowing it to grow up appearing as a common Cracked-Shell Turtle.

Yue Wenqiu nodded. It was just a hatchling, after all; perhaps it simply hadn’t developed yet.

Still, Jiang Luoxing and Yue Wenqiu felt a sense of helplessness. Luoyue had picked up another stray animal. She had done a good deed without asking for anything in return, whereas a normal cultivator would have demanded a familiar bond.

Just then, Yun Kaiji arrived with a group of Talisman Cultivators. He was shocked to see Jiang Luoyue unconscious and deathly pale.

“What happened to her?” Yun Kaiji pointed at Jiang Luoyue. Fortunately, fearing someone might be injured, he had brought an Alchemy Cultivator along. “Quick, check on her.”

After a brief examination, the Alchemist’s expression grew solemn.

The little turtle chirped anxiously, “The sister killed three bad guys with ease just now. I’m certain she wasn’t wounded!”

The Alchemist spoke with disbelief, “Fellow Daoist Jiang is suffering from a backlash after consuming a Realm-Passing Pill.”

“A Realm-Passing Pill? Only an Alchemist at the Nascent Soul stage or higher can refine those,” Yue Wenqiu frowned. “Li Changting is only at the Golden Core stage…”

“Did you see Jiang Luoyue eat any pills? Who gave it to her?” Jiang Luoxing turned his gaze toward the little turtle.

The turtle, still being held by Yue Wenqiu, scrambled its four legs against his wrist and sobbed, “I didn’t see anything…”

The group realized it was useless to ask this “idiot” turtle for answers.

The Alchemist administered some emergency medicine to Jiang Luoyue. “To help her recover, we need a specific medicinal herb called Seven-Star Grass. It is crucial.”

“Does our sect have any?” Yun Kaiji asked. If they did, they could return immediately to refine a cure.

“This herb is extremely rare. It’s mostly used specifically to neutralize the backlash of a Realm-Passing Pill,” the Alchemist replied. “Few people ever take such a pill; it’s a desperate tactic that harms the user as much as the enemy.”

Seeing their faces darken, the Alchemist quickly clarified, “She can recover without the Seven-Star Grass, but it will be a very slow process.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Luoxing’s eyes lit up. That’s right—she can recover slowly. His sister had a unique method of restoration: the Dual Cultivation method. It could not only break through cultivation barriers but also rapidly heal injuries—even a damaged spiritual root could be restored. Compared to that, a little backlash was nothing.

Jiang Luoxing looked at Yue Wenqiu, and the two exchanged a silent, knowing look. Yue Wenqiu understood and finally felt a sense of relief.

“It’s fine, we’ll go find it,” Yue Wenqiu said, patting Yun Kaiji on the shoulder. “Thanks for the help. We’ve been troubling you a lot lately.”

“Haha, no problem.” Yun Kaiji didn’t miss the unspoken communication between them, but he knew better than to pry. “Get her back quickly.”

Jiang Luoxing carried Jiang Luoyue in his arms. Seeing his intense possessiveness, Yue Wenqiu could only carry the little turtle. The turtle huddled quietly in his arms, shivering at the eerie atmosphere.

After Jiang Luoyue was brought back to the Song family residence, an Alchemist from the Xiyun Sect arrived shortly after to treat her.

Li Changting had been home refining pills while waiting for their return. In just a few days, he had produced two bottles of Spirit-Gathering Pills. If sold, each pill could fetch hundreds of spirit stones; if the grade were higher, people would fight to pay thousands.

When he heard they were back, he rushed out to greet them, only to find Jiang Luoyue unconscious.

Yue Wenqiu, his expression grim, tossed him a storage pouch. “These are the spiritual plants we picked for you.”

Whenever they gathered herbs, anything exceeding their sect’s tribute quota was kept for Li Changting.

Li Changting hadn’t expected them to remember him at a time like this. “What happened to Luoyue?”

He followed them into the courtyard. While the Alchemist treated her, Yue Wenqiu explained the situation.

Jiang Luoxing sat by the bed the entire time, his eyes fixed on Jiang Luoyue. Under the Alchemist’s care, the color slowly returned to her face, but her brow remained furrowed in pain.

“Puff!” Jiang Luoyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, yet her eyes remained closed.

“What’s happening?” Jiang Luoxing cried out in panic.

The medical cultivator hesitated, unable to give a clear answer. “The backlash is quite severe. We must obtain the Seven-Star Grass as soon as possible.”

“Or the inner core of a Nascent Soul-stage demon would work,” Li Changting added.

However, only Yue Wenqiu was at the Nascent Soul stage—and only at the early phase. Fighting a high-level demon alone would be exhausting and dangerous. Furthermore, where would they even find a Nascent Soul-level demon on such short notice?

As they fretted in anxiety, no one noticed a dark shadow flickering past the window.

Yue Wenqiu gripped the hilt of his sword. Both the demon core and the Seven-Star Grass would require searching through a secret realm. He could return to the sect and ask an Elder to intervene, but he didn’t know of any realms currently open.

Alternatively, they could head directly into Demon or Monster territory, but that risked inciting a conflict between the races.

“The Fengman Pavilion’s decennial auction is about to begin. We could try our luck there,” Yun Kaiji suggested, clapping his hands as the thought struck him.

“That’s right!” Li Changting’s energy returned instantly. “I’ll go refine more pills right now. I need to make as much money as possible before the auction starts.”

He looked at Jiang Luoyue on the bed, clutching the storage pouch she had brought him, feeling a pang of guilt. He was only at the early Golden Core stage, while the Alchemist Yun Kaiji had summoned was at the peak of the Golden Core stage. Li Changting knew he couldn’t help with the healing itself.

“Take good care of our Junior Sister,” Li Changting said, his eyes flickering with suppressed emotion. “If you need anything, you must tell me.”

“Don’t worry,” Jiang Luoxing replied, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly. “No matter what, I will take care of my sister.”