Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 28

Qin Yiqiu stumbled and fell unexpectedly. Before she could even react, someone had already leaned over her.

Her physical strength shouldn’t have been this weak, but this was a dream, so anything unreasonable could become reasonable. Even her own diminished abilities felt entirely natural.

However, the other person was a classic paper tiger. After briefly overpowering Qin Yiqiu, she had no idea what to do next.

Luo Yunhuan was at a loss.

Her fingers tentatively explored as she brushed open the collar of Qin Yiqiu’s robe.

But in that fleeting moment, her wrist was seized. Qin Yiqiu recalled the booklet she had read in the underground library.

People often say that what one thinks about during the day, one dreams of at night.

This must be what it feels like.

Since she had already resolved to overcome the trial of love, she shouldn’t let herself be dominated by a mere dream not even a lingering, illicit dream that should never have arisen.

She had to take control!

Just as depicted in that booklet, the spider spirit initially played the role of the temptress, wrapping its prey layer by layer in silk, the sticky threads clinging to the skin, making escape impossible.

But as the story unfolded, the cultivator gradually gained the upper hand.

She softly recited spells to suppress the demonic beast, plastering talismans all over the spider spirit’s shoulders.

Qin Yiqiu didn’t need to go to such lengths. With her formidable strength, she didn’t have to imitate that weak female cultivator who relied on Daoist arts to restrain the spider spirit.

She simply raised her hand and pressed down on her junior sister’s slender, soft waist, then lowered her head, her cool nose lightly brushing against the other’s skin.

In Qin Yiqiu’s eyes, she saw Luo Yunhuan’s panicked expression just like the spider spirit’s shock when the prey it had ensnared in its web turned the tables.

Their lips met, and at first, the coldness of Qin Yiqiu’s lips seemed to melt against the warmth of the other’s skin.

Her slender fingers traced along Luo Yunhuan’s waist, and Qin Yiqiu could feel the subtle tremors running through her.

How strange?

Why did this dream feel so real?

“Don’t be afraid.”

Even in her own dream, Qin Yiqiu chose to offer gentle reassurance. But the aloof fairy had one peculiar trait: though her words were comforting, her actions never ceased.

Luo Yunhuan pressed her lips together.

She tried her best not to let any strange sounds escape.

Heavens!

Wasn’t this the golden legend she had drawn?

Why was she so utterly passive in this dream?

But no matter how much she screamed inwardly, Luo Yunhuan was completely overwhelmed.

She retreated step by step, already stripped of all defenses, with nothing left to lose.

Only her rapid, panting breaths and slightly feverish skin served as proof to Qin Yiqiu of just how real this dream was.

Luo Yunhuan slept until the afternoon before waking.

Her room was small but fully equipped, with all the necessary furniture gradually arranged in place.

She had also spent a little extra to buy some calligraphy, paintings, and sculptures to decorate the space, making it feel quite cozy.

Luo Yunhuan glanced at the slightly open window, where a cool breeze drifted through, rustling the white bed curtains.

She rubbed her eyes, the events of the dream still vivid in her mind. Patting her cheeks, she tried to shake herself into full alertness.

Damn it!

Shouldn’t dreams be her domain?

How did she end up being overpowered by the very person she was dreaming about?

Is this the power of a Golden Core realm expert?

Truly terrifying.

Luo Yunhuan couldn’t help but feel a surge of resentment in her heart, especially recalling the sensation the cool fingertips brushing past her jaw, the slight suffocation when they gently clasped her neck.

Every detail.

She remembered it all vividly to this day.

But what was worse, she noticed something unusual. Not only was her body drenched in a layer of sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, but it seemed even her legs were affected.

In such a situation, even a cleansing technique might not fully resolve it.

After much deliberation, Luo Yunhuan decided to find a secluded spot to wash off the sweat. The spiritual spring where her senior sister meditated and cultivated seemed like a good option.

But if she happened to run into the head senior sister there, it would be like “awkwardness opening the door for awkwardness.”

After a moment’s thought, Luo Yunhuan scanned the map and finally found a remote little lake, rarely visited. As long as she set up a concealment array, it was unlikely anyone would disturb her.

Having made up her mind, Luo Yunhuan hurried out the door.

She rode a celestial crane and, in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, arrived at the shimmering, rippling lake. Luo Yunhuan set up the array flags for the high-level concealment array she had purchased.

Only then did she feel at ease, placing her robes on a nearby rock.

She happily stepped into the water, the coolness enveloping her, washing away all the grime.

Luo Yunhuan was enjoying her bath, completely unaware that Qin Yiqiu had also opened her eyes at that very moment, a light sweat beading on her forehead as well.

Was this a dream?

Qin Yiqiu was dazed for a moment before accepting the reality.

She had broken her vows in the dream!

Although the Path of Emotionlessness did not require preserving one’s essence or abstaining from women, for her, this was an unspeakable humiliation.

An Emotionless Path that couldn’t resist temptation, what kind of Emotionless Path was that?

It was nothing more than an ordinary person enslaved by desire.

Qin Yiqiu clenched her fists tightly, her heart aching, yet at the same time, she knew that deep down, there was also a sense of pleasure.

How could people be like this?

No… no, she was merely using Luo Yunhuan. That had been clear from the start.

She had asked her junior sister to help her overcome the tribulation of emotions. She would never develop feelings, nor could she.

Just as Qin Yiqiu was lost in self-doubt, she suddenly felt someone knocking on her door. Through her spiritual sense, she saw it was none other than the vice-captain of the enforcement squad.

“Head Senior Sister, something terrible has happened!”

The person looked frantic.

“What happened?”

Qin Yiqiu straightened her clothes, her expression unreadable, and appeared calmly before the vice-captain.

She was still wearing the sect’s inner disciple robe, a light blue gown that, much like Qin Yiqiu herself, was unassuming and free from strong worldly desires.

“Someone was bathing in the lotus pond planted by the Patriarch. However, that person used a high-level concealment array, and we couldn’t find them. We had no choice but to seek your help, Head Senior Sister.”

Bathing in the lotus pond was forbidden.

This wasn’t because the Cloud Sword Mountain Sect was stingy or prohibited boating or wading, but because the lotus pond also housed a golden toad raised by the Patriarch.

The golden toad could gather wealth and spiritual energy, making it something of a mascot for the Cloud Sword Mountain Sect. With this toad around, the sect’s mineral exploration team made numerous new discoveries every year.

Although the Patriarch was a sword cultivator, he took great pleasure in cultivating flowers and keeping pets. The things he left behind casually continued to bless the Cloud Sword Mountain Sect.

The deputy captain noticed something amiss because he observed the fish in the lotus pond were unusually active a phenomenon that only occurred when someone had secretly entered the water.

“That person might not know about the existence of the Golden Toad. I suspect it’s an exchange student from another sect. But if the Golden Toad ends up snacking on them, how is our Cloud Sword Mountain Sect supposed to compensate for it?”

The deputy captain was deeply uneasy.

Qin Yiqiu, however, was no stranger to such incidents.

Since taking charge of the enforcement team in his teens, he had encountered bizarre occurrences like this every few days.

Glancing toward his junior sister’s room, Qin Yiqiu nodded calmly, pretending as if nothing were wrong.

“Take me there.”

As for that ambiguous, dreamlike encounter it was best not to mention it to Luo Yunhuan.

Otherwise, he would have nowhere to hide his old face from embarrassment.