Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 27

By the time she finished buying flowers at the market, dusk had already fallen. Luo Yunhuan hurriedly made her way up the mountain with a basket on her back, the flower petals inside trembling with each step.

She recalled the minor spells she had learned before. Although she still couldn’t master skills like sword flight, using them for quick travel shouldn’t be a problem.

Luo Yunhuan closed her eyes and focused her energy, feeling a gust of wind rise beneath her feet, carrying her forward.

She might not have the Somersault Cloud, but borrowing the wind’s power was feasible. Without needing to walk, Luo Yunhuan drifted all the way back to the main peak.

In her mind, she pondered that if she grew closer and closer to the senior sister, she would inevitably attract envy and provoke trouble. Shen Anshou was just a simpleton and wouldn’t pose a threat to her.

But if a few lunatics showed up.

Her life would be in danger. So, she had to prepare in advance and buy some life-saving talismans to carry with her.

Having made up her mind, Luo Yunhuan decided to secretly purchase some protective magical artifacts and talismans the next day.

Upon returning to her room, she first planted the flowers in the holes she had dug earlier, patting the soil firmly with a small shovel before heading inside.

Luo Yunhuan used a cleansing spell to rid herself of the dirt and grime. She had to admit, the world of cultivation was wonderful, sometimes even bathing became unnecessary. After using the cleansing spell, she was spotless, without a trace of impurity.

With everything prepared, Luo Yunhuan climbed into bed.

She sat cross-legged, pretending to meditate seriously.

But she wasn’t actually meditating. Instead, she quietly summoned the system panel and first asked the system whether the senior sister was still in meditation.

Only after receiving an affirmative answer did she dare to take the next step. With an excited heart and trembling hands, she tapped the “Enter Dream” button.

In the next moment, Luo Yunhuan felt her vision go blank as she fell into a pitch-black cave.

The system no longer followed her. Tentatively, she called out to it several times in her mind and even cursed at it, but it didn’t react at all.

Pinching her cheek, she could only feel a faint, elusive pain. It seemed this was indeed a realistic dream even pain could be simulated.

After adjusting to the darkness for a while, Luo Yunhuan continued deeper into the cave. At first, the path was rugged, but as she ventured further, she noticed candlelight flickering in the depths.

There, a slender woman sat cross-legged, likely deep in meditation and cultivation.

Luo Yunhuan focused her gaze. In the dim light, half of that handsome profile was shrouded in shadow. Who else could it be but the senior sister?

However, the clothes the senior sister wore were tattered and even patched completely unbefitting the status of a sect heir.

But there was no mistaking that face. Realizing this was the senior sister’s dream, Luo Yunhuan understood that anything unreasonable was possible here.

She slowly moved forward but suddenly noticed that her own clothes had changed. What was going on?

Did this also have to align with the senior sister’s dream?

Confused, Luo Yunhuan looked down and indeed found herself wearing a sheer black gauze, beneath which her snow-white skin was faintly visible.

These clothes were really.

Her ears flushed red with embarrassment.

But!

She hadn’t come into the dream to feel embarrassed. She had to flirt with the senior sister as much as possible and secure more conquest points.

Luo Yunhuan made up her mind and approached Qin Yiqiu. She reached out and placed her hand on the other’s shoulder, pausing in thought for a moment before boldly stroking Qin Yiqiu’s smooth, cool chin.

The original owner’s fingers were somewhat rough after all, as an outer sect disciple who worked year-round, how could her skin remain as tender as tofu? Yet in this dream, her fingers were unexpectedly delicate.

Luo Yunhuan caressed without restraint, thinking to herself, Even if the senior sister were to stab me to death right now, I wouldn’t actually die. So why not do whatever I want?

Her fingertips teased Qin Yiqiu’s chin, stroking gently as if coaxing a kitten. The touch was light, but it stirred a peculiar sensation in her heart.

If the system were here, it would surely scold her: Host, host! You used this legendary golden opportunity just to tease your target like a cat?

Luo Yunhuan was immensely grateful that the wretched system couldn’t follow her into the dream.

Just as she was enjoying herself, the person before her suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed Luo Yunhuan’s hand, and condensed spiritual energy into a translucent, ice-blue longsword. The blade shimmered with a frosty mist, its tip pressing directly against Luo Yunhuan’s throat.

“Who are you?” Qin Yiqiu’s icy blue eyes were filled with vigilance.

She had been deep in meditation when she felt someone lightly stroking her chin, a touch that was both scorching and tantalizingly ticklish. Though aware this was a dream, she treated the intruder as a demonic illusion and mercilessly attacked with her ice-element spiritual arts.

But as her vision cleared, the face before her gradually became recognizable.

“Yunhuan?”

Qin Yiqiu knew that dreams often reflected one’s daytime thoughts. Since this wasn’t a demonic illusion, it could only be a dream born of her own desires.

Luo Yunhuan felt the awkwardness of being caught red-handed. She nervously tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and flashed a smile as radiant as a blooming peach blossom in spring.

“Hello, Senior Sister…” Her voice trembled with guilt.

But then it struck her, why should she be afraid? She had used the system’s golden opportunity to enter this dream, where she could do as she pleased! Even if she were to manhandle the senior sister, the other couldn’t possibly harm her.

With that thought, Luo Yunhuan’s movements grew bold again. She slowly closed the distance between them, her confidence bolstered by the sight of Qin Yiqiu’s patched-up robes.

This is just a dream! No matter how much I provoke Senior Sister, nothing will happen.

“Of course, I missed you that’s why I appeared in your dream.”

Though the words were somewhat cloying, coming from Luo Yunhuan’s charming lips, they inexplicably failed to evoke any disgust.

Qin Yiqiu fell silent. She wanted to wake herself up, to escape this absurd dream, but though she could usually break free from dreams with ease, this time she found herself utterly trapped as if held in place by an invisible force.

“You must be some spider demon, You’re not my junior sister. I must have read too many of those frivolous books to conjure such a dream.”

Qin Yiqiu closed her eyes, murmuring under her breath.

Luo Yunhuan: ?

What is Senior Sister talking about? I don’t understand.

“I am not a spider demon!”

Luo Yunhuan reached out again, cupping Qin Yiqiu’s face in both hands. With a firm press of her palms, she could see the usually stern face of her senior sister slightly distorted, looking utterly adorable.

“I am Luo Yunhuan.”

With a forceful push, Qin Yiqiu tumbled backward onto the cold stone bed.

Watching her senior sister’s disheveled hair, Luo Yunhuan felt her heart skip several beats the scene was overwhelmingly sensual.

No, this alone was not enough.

Her tongue swept across her lips as ambition surged within her.

This was a dream, after all the perfect moment for indulgence.