Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 41

However, Luo Yunhuan couldn’t hear much of the discussion, because the next moment, she had already entered the Mystic Moon Secret Realm.

Luo Yunhuan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she surveyed her surroundings. Layers upon layers of withered leaves covered the ground, towering ancient trees reached for the sky, their bark covered in moss, and the only sound in her ears was the chirping of birds.

It was just like a primeval forest.

A few groans of “Ouch” came from nearby. Without much thought, Luo Yunhuan knew it couldn’t be Qin Yiqiu making such pitiful sounds it was clearly someone else.

Luo Yunhuan felt her palm tightly held by someone. It seemed her senior sister was still by her side, so she lifted her gaze to look.

Sure enough, she saw Qin Yiqiu, whose ice-blue eyes were scanning the Cloud Sword Sect disciples who had clumsily tumbled onto the withered leaves.

A faint trace of disdain flickered in her gaze.

“Didn’t I warn you? Entering the secret realm comes with a sense of weightlessness. Be careful.”

The disciples flushed with embarrassment, scrambling to their feet and brushing off the leaf debris from their clothes.

“Senior Sister, it’s our fault for not maintaining our balance properly.”

“Enough. Let’s focus on finding the other disciples first.”

Only after saying this did Qin Yiqiu realize their hands were still intertwined, tightly clasped together in front of so many disciples.

Like mandarin ducks with necks entwined.

This was truly misleading.

Qin Yiqiu hurriedly released her hand, forming a fist and coughing lightly against her lips.

“Follow me. The sect master has put me in charge of this mission to ensure every disciple’s safety. So, in this expedition, your fellow disciples’ lives come first, and opportunities second. Understood?”

As the leading orthodox sect, the Cloud Sword Sect had no shortage of rules. They firmly believed that while the chance to attain immortality was important, if one acted selfishly, even if they obtained a great opportunity, they would inevitably succumb to demonic cultivation and lose their way.

“Yes!”

All the disciples responded in unison.

Qin Yiqiu led the way at the front, while Luo Yunhuan began scouting the surrounding fruits, thinking to herself: If she were to use the Tear of the Succubus, she couldn’t just fall ill for no reason. The only excuse would be to claim she had eaten a wild fruit that had the effect of stirring emotions.

So, she needed to find something with that kind of effect nothing too potent, just enough to fool her senior sister.

After all, most fruits in the cultivation world had side effects. It would be better to use the Tear of the Succubus, as the system could remove the buff at any time.

With this in mind, Luo Yunhuan quietly opened the system’s plant encyclopedia. Since her level was relatively low, she could only unlock a limited number of plant entries.

Still, she managed to find a few passion-inducing herbs that could cause loss of control.

Glancing at the red dots marked on the map, Luo Yunhuan silently waited for the group to set up camp.

Because, although finding the disciples was the top priority, everyone also needed to gather spirit herbs and hunt. Qin Yiqiu always managed both tasks simultaneously.

So, after locating one group of disciples, she had everyone set up camp.

Most disciples prepared to hunt and gather herbs, while a smaller group continued to spread out in a spider-web pattern to search for others.

“Senior Sister, I’m going herb gathering!”

Luo Yunhuan twirled her storage pouch, looking up at Qin Yiqiu, who stood on a tree branch, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

“Mm, don’t wander too far from the camp. Otherwise, if you encounter danger, the others won’t be able to assist you in time.”

Qin Yiqiu nodded, watching Luo Yunhuan’s graceful figure fade into the distance, a faint melancholy settling in her heart.

Strange?

Why did she feel sad when her junior sister walked away?

Her palm pressed against her chest, as if even her heartbeat had slowed. So this was the ache of a tugged heartstring was it truly so unbearable?

On the other side, Luo Yunhuan remained completely unaware that Qin Yiqiu’s heart had been thrown into turmoil because of her several times already. Her steps were light and carefree. With the system’s navigation, finding the herb she needed was a matter of moments.

Luo Yunhuan opened the illustrated guide and carefully compared it to the small plant growing at the edge of the cliff, topped with a single red fruit.

[Love Fruit: A specialty of the host’s continent. This fruit contains a potent hallucinogenic toxin. If consumed by an animal, it will induce a state of feverish madness. PS: Alchemists refining Passion Pills must not add too many!]

Luo Yunhuan:

Was it really necessary to emphasize that?

It seemed some foolish hosts must have thought one fruit wasn’t enough and deliberately tossed extra into the cauldron.

Leading to irreversible tragedies.

But she only needed a tiny bit.

Thinking this, Luo Yunhuan still dug up the entire plant, roots and all just in case it might come in handy later.

Having found the fruit she wanted, Luo Yunhuan lost interest in gathering more herbs. Instead, she followed the main group and practiced hunting.

Her Freezing Talisman worked quite well, allowing her to capture a few small demon beasts.

The blood and bones of these demon beasts could be used to craft talismans, making it a fairly fruitful harvest.

By the time she returned to the camp, night had fallen. Qin Yiqiu’s tent was the most luxurious, adorned with golden ornaments that chimed softly in the wind. Protective runes were embroidered onto the fabric layers of warding spells.

The senior sister had said she could stay with her these days.

Luo Yunhuan took a deep breath and decided to take a drop of Succubus Tears before entering the tent.

[Host, are you really ready?]

Standing outside the tent, surrounded by the clamor of voices, the dim lamplight from inside casting shadows on her face, Luo Yunhuan hesitated. Was she really going to use such a despicable method to earn favor points from her senior sister?

She wasn’t sure.

If last time could be blamed on the system’s meddling, this time the absurdity would be entirely her own doing.

“I’m ready.”

Her palm clenched tightly around the small vial of Succubus Tears.

“System, if anything goes wrong, you have to immediately cancel the potion’s effects, okay?”

“I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of senior sister!”

Still uneasy, Luo Yunhuan reiterated her instructions to the system and only relaxed after receiving confirmation.

She uncorked the vial and used just a few drops enough to avoid losing her senses completely.

The liquid had no taste or scent.

Feeling her cheeks grow warm, Luo Yunhuan reached out with her fair, delicate fingers and lifted a corner of the tent. Inside, she could see the exquisite furnishings. The tent was clearly enchanted, the interior was over ten times larger than it appeared from outside. A faint scent of incense wafted out, not sandalwood, but something that soothed restlessness and brought calm.

Probably a calming incense of some sort.

“Senior sister, are you there?”

“I am.”

A voice came from inside the tent, and Luo Yunhuan walked straight in. Her cheeks flushed too quickly, like a ripe, soft peach on the verge of rotting.

“What’s wrong?”

Qin Yiqiu was only wearing a snow-white inner garment, her long hair cascading loosely. She had just returned from a hunt, having slain a Golden Core-level great demon beast, so her clothes were splattered with some grimy blood.

She could only change into another outfit.

“I think, something’s wrong with my body.”

Luo Yunhuan stepped closer, her footsteps growing unsteady toward the end.

Suddenly, she understood just how much resolve and perseverance Qin Yiqiu had needed that day to withstand the effects of the Tear of the Succubus.

Truly worthy of one who cultivates the Path of Emotionlessness.

Because Luo Yunhuan was already losing control, her entire body collapsing into Qin Yiqiu’s embrace.

“Can you check for me, if I’ve eaten something wrong?”

Luo Yunhuan’s nose brushed against Qin Yiqiu’s collarbone, her words carrying a scorching heat.