The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 47

Yue Wenqiu hadn’t expected the breakthrough lightning tribulation to arrive so swiftly. Jiang Luoyue, however, felt it was long overdue; after all, she hadn’t achieved a breakthrough during her previous Spiritual Union with Gu Wangfeng, which had left her waiting in anticipation.

But they were currently in a densely populated area. They weren’t sure if they could make it to safety in time.

“Don’t worry, we’ll use Haste Talismans,” Yue Wenqiu said. He pulled out two talismans, slapping them onto himself and Jiang Luoyue. He then summoned his sword, took flight, and grabbed Jiang Luoyue’s hand to pull her up behind him.

They shot out of the window, streaking across the sky in an instant. Behind them, the thunderclouds grew denser, the roar of thunder echoing right in their ears as white bolts of lightning chased them relentlessly.

Once they reached a safe, deserted area, they each drew their weapons and defensive artifacts to face the tribulation.

“Your defensive bracelet should be able to withstand this,” Yue Wenqiu noted, glancing at the jewelry on Jiang Luoyue’s wrist.

Jiang Luoyue raised her arm to look at it. “You gave this to me.” She remembered clearly—it was the gift Yue Wenqiu had given her during her first visit to the Dongyue Sect.

“Yun Kaiji gave it to me,” Yue Wenqiu clarified calmly as he prepared his own defensive gear.

A lightning tribulation is something every cultivator fears, yet simultaneously craves. If you fail to survive the strike, you might be blasted back to your original form; the higher your cultivation, the stronger the lightning. Some even perish within the storm. However, the lightning also tempers a cultivator’s body, and some are even able to gain sudden insights from the experience, allowing them to advance successfully.

“Moving from the early to the mid-Nascent Soul stage is only a minor advancement. The lightning shouldn’t be too terrifying,” Jiang Luoyue said.

Since they were at the same cultivation level, the intensity of their tribulations was identical. They decided to stand together and weather the storm as a pair.

Instead of her peach branch, Jiang Luoyue drew the Green Infant Sword she had received from the little turtle. Under the violet glare of the thunder and the white flashes of lightning, the sword emitted a faint, eerie green glow.

Bolt after bolt of heavenly lightning struck down. Jiang Luoyue and Yue Wenqiu exerted every ounce of strength just to remain standing. By the fourth strike, they were both looking rather disheveled and soot-covered. Just as the fifth bolt was about to fall, a figure was suddenly hurled toward them.

The figure took the full force of the lightning strike. Jiang Luoyue and Yue Wenqiu were startled, but the diversion allowed them both to complete their breakthrough. Their dantians felt warm and nourished, overflowing with abundant spiritual energy.

They stood up and looked at the person on the ground, who had been charred black by the heavenly lightning. Jiang Luoyue leaned down and realized the person was still alive. To survive a Nascent Soul-level lightning strike meant this person’s cultivation was quite high. But where did he come from?

“Don’t go near him,” a crisp, vibrant voice rang out.

Jiang Luoyue looked toward the source and saw a handsome young man. He was so refined he could almost be called beautiful, especially his bright, spirited eyes that reminded her of a small animal. A white, fluffy scarf was draped around his shoulders, looking soft and pristine.

Seeing Jiang Luoyue dazed, the young man frowned and repeated his warning, “Don’t get close to him. It’s dangerous.”

Jiang Luoyue & Yue Wenqiu thought: “From the looks of it, you seem like the dangerous one here.”

The young man sighed at their wary expressions. “I assume you are here for the Fengman Pavilion auction? If so, don’t go looking for trouble.”

Yue Wenqiu agreed. He intended to leave with Jiang Luoyue immediately. He cupped his hands in a polite gesture. “Indeed. We only came here today to face our tribulation; we saw nothing else out of the ordinary.”

The young man nodded. Just as they were about to depart on their swords, he spoke again, looking specifically at Jiang Luoyue. “Tomorrow, at the small side door on the southeast corner of Fengman Pavilion, someone will have… two VIP tickets for the auction waiting for you. Go and collect them.”

The young man nearly said “four tickets,” but caught himself just in time to avoid revealing how much he knew about their group. He could simply add a new rule to the guest list later.

“Understood. Many thanks,” Jiang Luoyue replied. She didn’t ask about his connection to Fengman Pavilion; though curious, she decided to accept the favor, as the man clearly bore no ill will.

Despite the strange encounter, they quickly put it out of their minds.

The young man watched them disappear into the distance, then sighed and looked down at the charred body on the ground. The fallen man, seeing the youth’s attention diverted by the beautiful female cultivator, had hoped to crawl away, but he was quickly restrained by the arriving subordinates, Wenwu and Wenqing.

“Young Master,” Wenqing called out, awaiting his orders.

“My dear nephew… I underestimated you,” the man laughed miserably, revealing white teeth against his blackened face. Every breath he took was a puff of black smoke. “I never imagined you survived, let alone grew stronger.” As he spoke, his eyes filled with a venomous resentment.

The young man was a connoisseur of beauty; looking at such an ugly sight made him feel physically uncomfortable.

“It wasn’t a matter of underestimating me; you were simply outmatched,” the youth said indifferently. He drew his longsword—Yinxue (Singing Snow)—a blade left to him by his late father, capable of killing a person without leaving a soul behind. Without a shred of mercy, he plunged the sword through his second uncle’s chest, watching as the man’s soul shattered into nothingness.

The man collapsed, his body slowly turning into dust that drifted away with the wind, leaving no trace behind. The sword in the youth’s hand hummed softly.

He stroked the blade. “You’re happy for me too, aren’t you? I’ve finally avenged my father.”

He had never suspected his father’s death was tied to his second uncle. When he was a child, his uncle had played with him and even sneaked him treats when his father forced him to practice his martial arts. The youth sighed and turned to leave, Wenwu and Wenqing following close behind.

The next morning, Jiang Luoyue and Yue Wenqiu prepared to head to the southeast door of Fengman Pavilion.

“Sister, you’re leaving me behind again,” Jiang Luoxing pouted. He shot a stealthy glare at Yue Wenqiu. Why does he get to go again?!

“Oh, stop it. I told you, we’re just going to pick up the tickets, not to play,” Jiang Luoyue laughed. “This was a stroke of luck for me and Wenqiu last night.”

“By the way, Senior Brother Li, let me take your pills. I’ll ask if they can take them now and sell them for us,” Jiang Luoyue said, reaching out her hand to Li Changting.

Li Changting dazed for a moment before nodding with a smile. “Alright.” He pulled out the jars and bottles from his storage pouch and handed them over. “This is our entire family fortune.” He spoke with such gravity it felt like he was handing over a royal seal.

Jiang Luoyue giggled. “Got it!”

Tickets for the Fengman Pavilion auction cost a significant amount of spirit stones, and VIP seats were even more exorbitant. They were truly getting a bargain here.

“Only a fool passes up a bargain,” Jiang Luoyue said with a grin. “This way, we only have to worry about buying tickets for the two of you.”

The little turtle blinked. Wait, why is she looking at me?

“Why is someone a ‘fool’ (literally: ‘turtle’) if they don’t take a bargain?” the little turtle asked, tilting its head while nestled in Li Changting’s arms. “Is this a mandatory lesson in the human world?”