The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 55

The System felt a bit bashful after the praise. “Oh, stop it. I can exchange them for you. They’re just mundane items that cultivators have no use for, so they aren’t worth much. I’ll just charge you two Favorability points.”

“Deal,” Jiang Luoyue accepted happily.

At that moment, Wan’er, who was standing in the courtyard, saw Jiang Luoyue. He pounced on her with excitement, giving her a big hug.

“Heavens, Sister Luoyue! Was that your breakthrough tribulation? What realm have you reached now?”

“Late-Nascent Soul stage! With a little more hard work, I’ll be at the Soul Transformation stage!” Jiang Luoyue said with a grin.

“Wow!” Wan’er was both shocked and full of admiration. “Sister, you’re almost as amazing as Master!”

Jiang Luoyue gave a proud hum and pulled some delicious food from her storage pouch—roast chicken and pastries made by Jiang Luoxing. “Wan’er, try these.”

Wan’er shot a nervous glance at Gu Wangfeng. Usually, his Master didn’t allow him to eat regular food, providing only Inedia Pills for sustenance. His Master claimed that “mortal food distracts the heart from the Dao.”

“Ahem. Go ahead and eat,” Gu Wangfeng said, looking away. The only reason he didn’t cook for Wan’er was because he didn’t know how and was too lazy to learn; since he had a surplus of Inedia Pills, he just fed those to the boy.

Wan’er gave him a deep bow. “Thank you, Master!”

Jiang Luoyue began cooking the white peach sago. Wan’er sat beside her, feasting on the mortal delicacies while staring at the pot. As the aroma wafted out, his mouth watered uncontrollably.

“Why is the ‘rice’ getting more transparent the longer it cooks?!” Wan’er asked in wonder.

“This is called sago. It’s supposed to do that. Once it’s transparent, it’s cooked—it’s very chewy and bouncy,” Jiang Luoyue explained while stirring.

Wan’er clung to her side, eyes sparkling as he waited. Gu Wangfeng squeezed in on Jiang Luoyue’s other side. “Wan’er, don’t crowd Luoyue. You’re a young man; what are you doing crowding a girl like that?”

Wan’er blinked. “Master, are you seriously getting jealous of a child?” He felt a bit wronged. “Master likes Sister Luoyue, and I like her too. We’re all staying together; isn’t that nice?”

Gu Wangfeng was amused. “Fine. Just eat. Mortal food is full of impurities—at this rate, who knows when you’ll finally reach the Golden Core stage.”

Wan’er pouted. Jiang Luoyue was surprised; she had assumed Gu Wangfeng was a very strict teacher, but Wan’er was only at the Foundation Establishment stage despite living in a place overflowing with spiritual energy. While it might be due to average talent, it was clear Gu Wangfeng wasn’t pushing him hard. She couldn’t help but smile; the cold-faced Gu Wangfeng was actually quite soft-hearted.

“What are you smiling at?” Gu Wangfeng asked, puzzled.

Jiang Luoyue leaned into his ear, her voice a whisper meant only for him. “I’m laughing because you’re a classic ‘cold face, warm heart.’ Just like how you’re usually so aloof, but when the time comes… your body is so hot.”

Gu Wangfeng’s ears turned beet red. “How can you say such things out loud?” He hadn’t expected her to drop such suggestive comments, and it left him incredibly flustered.

Wan’er looked at them with wide, innocent eyes. “Master, Sister Luoyue, what are you whispering about?”

“Nothing. Watch the pot,” Gu Wangfeng replied, naturally refusing to answer.

Once the sago was ready, Wan’er served himself a massive bowl. “It smells so good! It’s delicious!” He began inhaling the dessert.

Even Gu Wangfeng’s eyes widened slightly upon tasting it. It really was good. “You’re very skilled at making these sweet drinks.” He clearly enjoyed it, but since he was never one for gluttony, he set the bowl down after a bit.

After Jiang Luoyue finished one bowl, she couldn’t manage another drop. Seeing that Gu Wangfeng was finished, she said, “Wan’er, you can have the rest.” Wan’er happily polished off every last bit.

Soon, it was time for Jiang Luoyue to leave. Gu Wangfeng was loath to see her go, but he hadn’t forgotten the prophecy: if he entered the mortal realm, a great catastrophe would follow. He had to stay.

“See you next time,” Jiang Luoyue stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss.

“Mm. Next time,” Gu Wangfeng replied, his voice deep and tinged with a hint of melancholy. Those three words—next time—were the only ripples in his long, solitary life of cultivation.

Jiang Luoyue’s soul returned to her body, and she woke up shortly after. Li Changting had been refining pills right in her room, and he tried to feed her one the moment she stirred.

Lin Xi, unaware of her soul-traveling, was pacing with worry. “What’s going on? Why isn’t she waking up? I even went and got the Seven-Star Grass!”

Just then, Jiang Luoyue groaned. “So noisy…” She rubbed the back of her head, feeling a slight ache.

Jiang Luoxing and Li Changting immediately jumped up. “Junior Sister, does your head hurt? Let me massage it for you,” Li Changting offered, moving in.

Jiang Luoxing looked like he was about to breathe fire. Why is this guy suddenly so attentive? “Move over,” he snapped, grabbing Li Changting’s arm.

“I’m an Alchemist; I’m better at this,” Li Changting said, blinking innocently.

“Then just teach me how to do it!” Jiang Luoxing didn’t budge. He found Li Changting’s “harmless” look incredibly irritating.

“But Junior Sister is hurting right now; there’s no time to teach you,” Li Changting said, then looked down at Luoyue. “Junior Sister, do you feel better? If you do, I’ll stop.”

“I feel much better,” Jiang Luoyue waved them off. “Thanks, Senior Brother, no need for a massage.”

Li Changting stepped back immediately, appearing very respectful. This left Jiang Luoxing with no room to stay angry.

“Where did you get that Realm-Passing Pill?” Lin Xi asked. As the master of Fengman Pavilion, he was an expert at making money, and a pill like that would fetch an astronomical price.

“Why do you want to know?” Jiang Luoyue looked at him warily.

Lin Xi cast a disdainful glance at Li Changting. “Among your group, he’s the only Alchemist, and he’s just reached the Nascent Soul stage. There’s no way he could refine a Realm-Passing Pill.” He huffed. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your secrets. I’m a businessman. I just want to know the source, or have you sell them to me directly.”

Jiang Luoyue nodded. He was the Lord of the Demon Tribe and owned the money-printing machine that was Fengman Pavilion; Lin Xi was probably the one person on earth who didn’t lack money.

“We’ll talk about that later. First, how much did my Senior Brother’s pills sell for? Let’s settle the bill,” Jiang Luoyue said, holding out her hand for the payment.

Lin Xi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I’m trying to talk a major business deal with you, and you’re asking for that change?”

Jiang Luoyue just shrugged. Her intent was clear.

Lin Xi signaled Wenqing to pay up. Wenqing understood and handed a storage pouch to Jiang Luoyue. “Fellow Daoist Jiang, there are fifty thousand spirit stones inside, along with the receipts for your review.”