The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 53

“Luoyue…!” Both Yue Wenqiu and Lin Xi stood by her side, but seeing her dazed and hollow expression, neither dared to disturb her.

However, the backlash from the Realm-Passing Pill finally arrived. Blood began to seep from Jiang Luoyue’s eyes, nose, and ears. As she turned her head toward them, her body went limp, and she began to collapse.

Fortunately, Yue Wenqiu caught her in time. Feeling the warmth and security of his embrace, Jiang Luoyue managed to force a small smile before her eyes slipped shut and the world went dark.

“What’s happening to her?” Lin Xi cried out, his voice tight with panic.

“It’s the backlash from the Realm-Passing Pill,” Yue Wenqiu said, his expression grave. Sensing that the little fox was on their side, he didn’t hide the truth.

“How does she even have such a thing?” Lin Xi asked, bewildered. In the current cultivation world, there shouldn’t be an Alchemist alive capable of refining it; it was a feat reserved for those at the Soul Transformation stage or higher.

“Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t,” Yue Wenqiu replied. He didn’t know the source either, but he knew better than to pry into her secrets.

“Then what do we do? She was already badly injured, and now there’s the backlash!” Lin Xi paced around Yue Wenqiu in frantic circles.

“Seven-Star Grass can mitigate the effects,” Li Changting said, finally emerging from the side room. He had been unable to help during the fight, and seeing Luoyue so broken made his heart ache with guilt.

“Right. We came to Fengman Pavilion specifically to bid for it, but Luo Xiuping took it,” Yue Wenqiu noted. He now realized that the master of Fengman Pavilion was the Young Master of the Demon Tribe—no, the Lord of the Demon Tribe, Lin Xi.

When Luo Xiuping’s body and soul had dissolved, his belongings had clattered to the floor: his sword, his storage pouch, and various accessories.

“I’ll go look,” Li Changting said, running over to sift through the remains. He quickly slumped his shoulders in defeat. “The storage pouch has a restriction seal on it.” As a “glass-cannon” Alchemist, he felt useless; he had hidden during the fight, and now he couldn’t even break a simple seal.

“Lord Lin, do you have any spare Seven-Star Grass?” Yue Wenqiu asked, looking at Lin Xi. Since they had fought side-by-side, he figured it was best to be direct.

“I remember there being Seven-Star Grass in the Demon Tribe’s Secret Realm, right?” the little turtle’s voice piped up as it poked its head out from Li Changting’s arms.

“Yes, the Secret Realm has it…” Lin Xi looked at the turtle suspiciously. “But how do you know that? Inside the Secret Realm, there is a graveyard of Divine Beast remains. After they fall, only we foxes can enter that place.”

The four Great Divine Beasts and others like the Baize, Xiezhi, and the Nine-Tailed Fox had perished long ago. That forbidden land was accessible only to those with the Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline—a bloodline Lin Xi’s branch possessed. Because of this powerful blood, their lineage was rare, often having only one child per generation.

Lin Xi didn’t mind. If he only had one child, he would pour all his love into them, just as his parents had done for him.

The turtle pulled its neck in. “I’m a demon too! Why wouldn’t I know?”

Lin Xi picked the turtle up by its shell. “But that place is supposed to be a secret known only to me.”

The turtle immediately retracted its head and limbs into its shell, refusing to say another word.

“Alright, stop teasing him,” Li Changting said, snatching the turtle back. The turtle was family; he wasn’t about to let an outsider like Lin Xi bully him.

“Fine. But I can’t give you the Seven-Star Grass for free,” Lin Xi said, his gaze lingering on the unconscious Jiang Luoyue.

Yue Wenqiu pursed his lips, disliking the way the fox looked at her. He shifted his body slightly to shield her from Lin Xi’s view. However, he had to admit—if Lin Xi wanted to join their “extended family,” his Soul Transformation power would be a massive asset.

“Come back to the Demon Realm with me. I’ll go pick the grass myself,” Lin Xi proposed.

“Deal,” Yue Wenqiu agreed immediately. Luoyue’s condition wouldn’t allow for any delay.

Lin Xi noticed that while Li Changting and Jiang Luoxing clearly disapproved of him, they both deferred to Yue Wenqiu. He was surprised by how much authority the Dongyue disciple held over the others.

“Let’s move,” Lin Xi said. He popped a spiritual recovery pill into his own mouth and tossed a bottle to Yue Wenqiu. “Share these. I have arrangements to make.”

He left Wenqing behind to handle the aftermath at Fengman Pavilion, as he was the most skilled in administration. Wenwu, who was simpler but stronger, would accompany Lin Xi to protect him.

Lin Xi was a man of refined tastes; he rarely flew on a sword, preferring his luxurious Spirit Boat. The vessel was piloted by a fox demon at the Nascent Soul stage, ensuring a safe and swift journey.

Inside the lavishly decorated cabin, several plates of spiritual fruits and pills were laid out. “Master Yue, you’re injured. Eat and recover,” Lin Xi said. “I’ve told the pilot to head for the Demon Realm at maximum speed.”

He then turned to Li Changting. “You should know a recipe to temporarily suppress the backlash. There’s a quiet room next door where you can refine pills without being disturbed.”

“Understood.” Li Changting felt a weight lift from his chest. Seeing how composed they were gave him hope. I wonder if Junior Sister will have another ‘miraculous recovery’ this time, he thought, scratching his head.

“That cauldron of yours—I was the one who sent it,” Lin Xi added suddenly.

Li Changting was confused. “Wait, why would you help me? But… thank you.”

“I wouldn’t have helped you if you weren’t Jiang Luoyue’s Senior Brother,” Lin Xi huffed, thinking the man was a bit of a blockhead. Li Changting didn’t argue; he grabbed his cauldron and hurried off to work.

Inside her own consciousness, Jiang Luoyue felt her body was heavily damaged. She knew she needed to find Gu Wangfeng in the Taixu Realm, but she couldn’t move or recite the incantation. Only her mind remained clear, waiting for Gu Wangfeng to pull her soul down for “Spiritual Union.”

After what felt like an eternity, she finally tumbled into the Taixu Realm. Upon entering, she found herself surrounded by gently drifting peach blossoms.

“Why are we under the peach trees? Aren’t we going inside?” she asked, realizing that in her soul form, her body was free of injuries.

“Did you face the one who killed your parents again?” Gu Wangfeng asked, ignoring her question.

“Yes,” she replied obediently.

“Did you kill him?” Gu Wangfeng raised a hand to stroke her forehead, replenishing her spiritual energy.

The warmth flowed through her. She caught his hand, pressing it against her cheek and nuzzling into his palm affectionately. “He’s dead, but I didn’t kill him,” she whispered, and began to tell him the story of how Zhao Ziyan had ended Luo Xiuping.