Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 47

The deep blue robe was stained with blood, like vibrant red plum blossom petals scattered in clusters across the hem.

Luo Yunhuan’s abdominal clothing was already soaked through with a large patch of crimson, a truly horrifying sight. Qin Yiqiu moved at the speed of light, darting to Luo Yunhuan’s side.

“Junior Sister, are you alright?”

Qin Yiqiu asked with visible anxiety. Seeing the relentless beast tide closing in on them once more, she didn’t hesitate. Swiftly, she wrapped her arms around Luo Yunhuan and carried her away from the surging horde.

As they fled, Qin Yiqiu pressed a hand against the other’s wound, channeling spiritual energy in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

The beast tide wasn’t targeting them specifically, so it didn’t pursue them individually. Yet, wherever it passed, only ruins remained. Several elders observing from outside the secret realm naturally witnessed this scene.

Each was worried about their own disciples, but faced with such a ferocious beast tide, the elders couldn’t subdue it with a single strike. They could only rescue the disciples they spotted one by one, pulling them out of the secret realm.

Qin Yiqiu found a mountain peak. Like a flood, the beast tide wouldn’t actively climb slopes but followed the flat terrain.

At the summit stood a massive rock, which served as perfect cover. Even if a demon beast suddenly attacked, they wouldn’t be left standing defenseless.

“Junior Sister, your injury is severe. I need to treat it forgive my intrusion.”

In such a situation, clinging to propriety and modesty would only hinder them. After speaking, Qin Yiqiu extended her pale hand to undo Luo Yunhuan’s waistband.

She had untied her own waistband countless times, but doing it for someone else, though not entirely unfamiliar, she had done it for her junior sister once or twice before.

Why did it always leave her so flustered?

Qin Yiqiu inwardly scolded herself for her incompetence, but her hands never stopped moving. The sight of the blood gushing forth was truly unsettling and nerve-wracking.

Luo Yunhuan nodded weakly.

Too afraid to look at her own wound, she leaned against the sharp, cold rock behind her, forcing her gaze to settle on her senior sister’s face.

It seemed to be the first time she had seen such a panicked expression on her senior sister’s face. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her ice-blue eyes were wide with tension, unblinking.

Luo Yunhuan’s abdomen was flat, perhaps from a life accustomed to hardship, there wasn’t even a trace of muscle. Beneath the thin layer of skin and flesh, the outline of her bones was visible.

Her thinness was heartbreaking.

Perhaps later, she should set up a small kitchen in the courtyard and have the master prepare daily snacks and meals, so her junior sister could gain some weight.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Qin Yiqiu quickly retrieved a medicinal powder from her storage ring. Using her ice-based cultivation technique, she encapsulated the filthy blood in an ice sphere, forming a nearly blackish-red ball of grime.

“This powder is refined from flood dragon blood. It was a gift from our master for my coming-of-age ceremony. It should be very effective against wounds inflicted by Golden Core-level demon beasts, but it will be painful. So, Junior Sister, please bear with it for now.”

Qin Yiqiu’s voice was gentle, completely devoid of the coldness she reserved for outsiders. But even as she spoke, her hands didn’t pause. As she sprinkled the powder, the flood dragon’s blood emitted a faint golden glow.

“It hurts.”

Luo Yunhuan’s eyes welled up with tears from the pain. Unable to endure it, she reached out and clung tightly to Qin Yiqiu.

Caught off guard by the embrace, Qin Yiqiu’s fingers trembled, nearly dropping the dragon blood powder her master had bestowed upon her. She quickly tightened her grip to secure it.

Luo Yunhuan’s robes were still open, revealing her delicate collarbones and the subtle curves beneath. Any glance felt like a transgression, yet the sensation of being held tightly was undeniably different especially with Luo Yunhuan’s faint floral fragrance and softness, which made resistance impossible.

Qin Yiqiu’s heart teetered on the edge of surrender, but her hands mechanically followed her own command, patiently dressing the other. She then combed through Luo Yunhuan’s hair with her fingers, neatly tucking it behind her small ears before continuing to clean the grime and wounds on her junior sister’s face.

The facial injuries weren’t as deep as the one on her abdomen, so less of the golden medicinal powder was needed. Using her fingertip, Qin Yiqiu applied it bit by bit.

“Mmm.”

Luo Yunhuan’s body began to tremble. Clutching Qin Yiqiu tightly, she rested her chin on the other’s shoulder, softly inhaling from the pain. Each breath tugged at Qin Yiqiu’s heart, stirring thoughts she knew she shouldn’t entertain.

Pressing her lips together, Qin Yiqiu could almost taste the metallic tang of blood. This couldn’t go on. If it continued, it wouldn’t be long before she and her junior sister would both end up at the Severing Emotions Platform.

As the wounds on Luo Yunhuan’s face began to visibly heal, Qin Yiqiu lifted her gaze to the sky, as if seeking escape. A bright full moon hung overhead, so immense it seemed to occupy half the sky.

With just a glance, Qin Yiqiu recalled the legends of the Mystic Moon Secret Realm: the millennium full moon not only triggered beast tides but also randomly selected individuals for trials. No one knew the criteria for selection, but regardless, it was wise to avoid its light.

Just as she prepared to carry her junior sister to a safe place shielded from the moonlight, a sharp pain pierced Qin Yiqiu’s head. It felt as though she were being dragged into a whirlpool in the ocean, unable to break free. In an instant, she lost consciousness.

The next moment, Qin Yiqiu found herself in the one place she never wished to see the summit of a mountain, flattened and paved with white stone bricks. Intricately carved lotuses adorned the tiles, and with no vegetation in sight, the mountain breeze swept through, bringing a touch of coolness.

This was a place established by the founding ancestor, who had severed his final attachments to the mortal world here to ascend to immortality. At the center of the plaza stood a stone stele, inscribed with three bold, flowing characters personally carved by the founding master of the Cloud Sword Mountain Sect:

Severing Emotions Platform.

Those who cultivated emotionless techniques and encountered barriers, if unable to overcome their tribulations alone, required assistance to sever either romantic ties or familial bonds. Typically, a master would sever a disciple’s attachments, cutting ties of love if the disciple was too devoted to someone, or severing longing if they were too attached to family.

Qin Yiqiu had never been here before, as her master had once said she had no need for it. Yet now, a century later, it seemed her time had come.

She had only occasionally passed by this place while flying on her sword or riding the wind, so she knew what it looked like. But how had she ended up here in the blink of an eye, when just moments ago she was still inside the Mystic Moon Secret Realm?

She felt as though she had forgotten something very important, but for the moment, she couldn’t recall what it was.

Qin Yiqiu was lost in confusion.

Just then, a booming voice, loud as a great bell, pierced her eardrums.

“Yiqiu, what are you still hesitating for? I’ve already used the Fate Mirror to reveal the red thread for you. You must sever it now!”

“Qiu’er!”

The repeated calls made Qin Yiqiu lift her gaze. She realized that her junior sister was no longer in her arms, and she was now gripping her lifebound sword.

Wrapped around the tip of the icy-blue longsword was a red thread. The sword tip trembled, yet she couldn’t bring herself to strike.

Because kneeling on the ground was a woman, her face deathly pale, her body devoid of any living aura, her breaths so faint and gentle they were barely perceptible.

And the red thread emerged from that person’s wrist, winding around Luo Yunhuan’s little finger and wrist in coil after coil.