The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 77

Jiang Luoyue was genuinely curious as to why Yun Jian had saved them. If he was suspicious of them, why keep them by his side?

She stole a glance at his profile. His features were sharp and well-defined, but his eyes held a constant air of indifference toward everything—except when he was refining. Only then did a flicker of focus appear in his gaze.

During the process, Yun Jian would occasionally stop, seemingly contemplating the design of his creation. Li Changting stood guard beside him throughout. After about a day and a night, Yun Jian finally finished.

“This is a device for warmth. I made one before, but it always felt too dry. This one should be much better,” Yun Jian explained.

Jiang Luoyue blinked. Since transmigrating, she had experienced so much that she had almost forgotten the modern world. Hearing Yun Jian’s description, she realized: This is just a space heater.

The “dry” one he mentioned before must have been like a standard air conditioner.

“If you’re refining an artifact, why do you need me to grind ink?” Jiang Luoyue asked, confused.

Yun Jian looked at her as if she had asked the most obvious question in the world. “We all have things to do. You can’t just be idle, can you?”

Jiang Luoyue: …?

Does being the Demon Sovereign mean you can just ignore people’s feelings like this?

“After refining, I usually like to paint to relieve my fatigue,” Yun Jian explained nonchalantly.

Jiang Luoyue hadn’t expected the supposedly nefarious Demon Sovereign to be a “literary youth” who enjoyed immersing himself in his own world of art and calligraphy.

Seemingly sensing her reluctance, Yun Jian tossed a small bell to her.

“Here. A gift. Work well for me from now on,” Yun Jian said coolly, bribing her with a magical tool just like that.

“What is this?” Jiang Luoyue peered at the bell in her hand.

“The Soul-Sobering Bell. A single ring can plunge an enemy into a dazed state, allowing you to strike. The stronger the opponent’s divine sense, the shorter the duration of the stun,” Yun Jian explained.

He didn’t forget Li Changting either. “You’re a healer? Then take the Rebirth Bell. Ringing it helps restore a person’s life force.”

“Just trifles I refined when I was bored,” Yun Jian added. “Since I want you to stay and keep me company, I should show some sincerity. I was inconsiderate earlier.”

What a… polite Demon Sovereign.

Li Changting and Jiang Luoyue exchanged a bewildered look. For some reason, Jiang Luoyue felt that the Sovereign’s personality was remarkably similar to Gu Wangfeng’s—the result of long-term social isolation. Gu Wangfeng looked like an unreachable “flower on a high peak,” yet she had plucked him quite easily.

Based on this brief interaction, the Demon Sovereign seemed quite reasonable. However, they still didn’t dare ask about the missing cultivators. What if he was currently just treating them like amusing pets?

“Look at those silly expressions on your faces,” Yun Jian grumbled, setting down his brush.

He had been ready to paint a portrait for Jiang Luoyue, but seeing her and Li Changting staring blankly at each other in deep thought, his creative mood vanished instantly.

“Fine, you two may leave. The puppet will take you to rest,” Yun Jian waved them off.

The puppet led them away, but to their surprise, it guided them to different rooms.

“We can’t stay together?” Li Changting looked at Jiang Luoyue, feeling a bit helpless. Jiang Luoyue didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone either; after all, Li Changting was “just” an Alchemist.

“There is no need for concern. In my Demon Palace, no one can harm you,” the puppet opened its mouth, speaking in a very mechanical, AI-like tone.

This was clearly Yun Jian speaking through the puppet.

“It seems his senses are linked to the puppets,” Jiang Luoyue whispered to Li Changting.

The puppet turned its head and stared at her. “Understand the truth, but don’t speak it aloud.”

With that, the puppet made a “please” gesture, clearly refusing to back down. Jiang Luoyue had no choice but to sleep in a separate room. Her room was the one they had shared initially, and she noticed that Li Changting’s room was much smaller than hers.

Since spiritual energy couldn’t be used in the Demon Palace, Jiang Luoyue couldn’t enter the Floating Wave House or contact Gu Wangfeng.

“Don’t worry, I’m still here,” Luan Yao’s voice popped up.

Jiang Luoyue felt a small measure of comfort. “At least I have you.”

Luan Yao had never been to the Demon Palace before—mostly because it didn’t exist during the era she lived in.

“What was the Demon Abyss like back then?” Jiang Luoyue asked curiously.

“The Demon Abyss was a mess of chaos. No one could step up to lead, and the life of the demons was much worse than it is now,” Luan Yao explained. “But soon, the first Demon Sovereign appeared. Demons admire strength; they follow whoever is the strongest. The Sovereign defeated everyone and naturally took the throne.”

“Later, when people from other planes invaded to steal resources, the demons actually fought side-by-side with us,” Luan Yao added.

Jiang Luoyue pondered this, then a thought struck her. “Wait, so I could actually try to ‘win over’ the Demon Sovereign too?”

“You don’t suspect him anymore?” Luan Yao asked with a laugh.

“Hmph, I’ll give it a shot first and see,” Jiang Luoyue replied.

“You’re getting quite good at this,” Luan Yao remarked, remembering how Jiang Luoyue had struggled to accept multiple partners at the start.

The next morning, the puppet came for Jiang Luoyue very early.

“What do you want with me? Why didn’t you call my Senior Brother?” Jiang Luoyue followed the puppet, chatting incessantly. The puppet simply ignored her.

“I know you can hear me, stop pretending,” she said, poking the puppet’s shoulder. Still no response.

Jiang Luoyue sighed and followed along. Little did she know, Yun Jian was secretly annoyed by her boldness and lack of “shame.” By the time she reached him, he was sitting there with his usual aloof expression.

“Come grind ink for me,” Yun Jian said, not even lifting his eyelids.

“No refining today?” Jiang Luoyue asked.

She truly didn’t mean it in a complaining way, but Yun Jian clearly misunderstood.

“You find such a small task troublesome?” Yun Jian grumbled, making room for her beside him.

“Not at all,” Jiang Luoyue pouted slightly and stood by his side to grind the ink.

As she drew closer, Yun Jian caught a faint, lingering scent from her. He knew that cultivators from the immortal sects—both male and female—loved using incense. He usually loathed it, but he found her scent surprisingly pleasant.

For demons, as their cultivation rises, they often struggle with losing their sanity—what the immortal sects called “falling into demonhood.” Yun Jian felt this discomfort occasionally but could usually restrain it. Yet, smelling her now, he felt an inexplicable sense of calm wash over him.

Jiang Luoyue noticed he had frozen mid-motion. She figured he was probably thinking about his next stroke. Since he had already painted quite a bit, she leaned over to take a look.

When he had mentioned he liked painting, she expected something grand and beautiful. Instead… it was incredibly abstract.

On the paper was a creature whose species was unrecognizable. Jiang Luoyue squinted, trying to identify it, and barely managed to make out the shape of a cat.

Probably a cat.

“Not a bad cat, right?” Yun Jian asked.