Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 5

Luo Yunhuan looked up and saw Qin Yiqiu standing on the bamboo treetops. For a moment, she was stunned. Although the female lead in this novel was designed as a delicate, pampered character who only needed to lie there for countless men to flock to her, her appearance wasn’t described as strikingly beautiful. Instead, she was portrayed as more charming and adorable.

The author had devoted more effort to describing Qin Yiqiu, yet it was precisely this kind of person who repeatedly interrupted the female lead’s intimate moments with others in the book. It gave off a feeling akin to being chased by a malevolent spirit in a horror game thrilling and intense.

One had to admit, the senior sister was truly beautiful. It was the author’s ultimate twisted satisfaction to have such a radiant and upright character harbor jealousy toward the female lead.

But she couldn’t afford to indulge in admiration for too long. Completing the mission was what mattered most. Luo Yunhuan let go, and the light blue and white sect disciple robes scattered on the ground.

She covered her cheek, which was already slightly swollen. Clearly, the slap had been delivered with considerable force. A faint metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth, at the corners of her lips, and on the tip of her tongue.

Qin Yiqiu’s gaze inevitably fell upon Luo Yunhuan.

She found it strange, why was this young girl so frequently bullied? Although the Cloud Sword Sect often had rule-breaking disciples, the serious offense of bullying fellow sect members was rarely committed. Yet, in just the past few days, she had encountered it repeatedly. It was truly peculiar.

However, Qin Yiqiu had witnessed the entire incident from start to finish, so there was no room for misunderstanding or doubt about intentional wrongdoing.

She descended gracefully.

The outer sect disciples, seeing this, hurriedly knelt down. Though kneeling on the steps looked rather absurd, it was far better than facing the senior sister’s wrath later.

“Does it hurt?”

The same words, spoken without any fluctuation in tone, yet Qin Yiqiu’s eyes held a rare trace of concern.

Her master had tasked her with maintaining the sect’s peace and order. She had failed in her duty, allowing this junior sister to suffer injustice, even if she was merely an outer sect disciple. She herself was at fault.

“It doesn’t hurt much. I’m used to it.”

As Luo Yunhuan spoke, her voice trembled slightly, and she inadvertently aggravated the wound at the corner of her mouth, making her appear even more pitiable. But this wasn’t an act it genuinely hurt like hell!

After all, even though it was part of her act, the beating was real.

“You’re lying.”

Qin Yiqiu’s eyes shifted, and though she didn’t smile at her junior sister’s clumsy lie, her heart inexplicably trembled. How strange, This feeling hadn’t surfaced since she began cultivating the Emotionless Art in her childhood.

It was probably just an illusion.

Qin Yiqiu didn’t dwell on it further.

From the moment she was born, her master had taken her from her family and brought her to the sect. At three years old, she began learning to read, and the first thing she studied was the Emotionless Art.

By the age of five, she had already reached the first stage. As her mental cultivation grew stronger, she could harness more spiritual power, and her ability to recover vitality and stabilize her meridians improved significantly. This allowed her to wield even the most perilous and unorthodox sword techniques with ease.

Now, she had reached the seventh stage.

To advance to the eighth stage of the Emotionless Art, she would likely need to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

But her master always said there was no need to rush, to take it slowly. Even when he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, he had only barely reached the seventh stage of the Emotionless Art.

“It does hurt a little, but Senior Sister just helped me purge the pill toxins a few days ago. I don’t want to trouble you again.”

Luo Yunhuan’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, this wasn’t an act, but genuine excitement from speaking so closely to a beauty, especially since Qin Yiqiu’s every breath carried a sweet fragrance.

Ah, I really want to take a bite out of her.

Qin Yiqiu was like an ice-chilled pear: cool and crisp on the surface, yet undeniably sweet and enticing. That sweetness didn’t need to be tasted to be known just a glance at her radiant, lustrous appearance was enough.

“This kind of thing isn’t a bother.”

“As the sect’s disciplinary inspector, it’s my duty to look after you junior disciples.”

Qin Yiqiu spoke with righteous conviction, while Luo Yunhuan’s delicate face remained faintly flushed. Although those three had indeed bullied the original host, today’s incident was entirely her own scheming.

Still, they deserved it, so she felt no guilt whatsoever.

“Living in the outer sect, do you often get bullied?”

Qin Yiqiu had already witnessed this twice. She understood that those with weak personalities were ill-suited for cultivation, and saving them once or twice wouldn’t permanently shield them from being bullied.

If she wanted to protect this pitiful girl, there was only one other way.

Her master often said: if you have the ability to do something, you should do it. Don’t force yourself acts of kindness that require little effort should be done often, but those that demand too much need not be overdone.

Otherwise, it would disrupt the Emotionless Art.

And entangle one in too much karma.

“A little.”

“But with Senior Sister saving me so many times, they probably won’t dare anymore.”

Summoning her courage, Luo Yunhuan took a step forward, risking being frozen to death, and reached out to tightly cling to Qin Yiqiu’s arm.

That rich, subtle fragrance grew stronger and closer, carrying a biting chill.

The male disciples behind them widened their eyes, nearly popping out of their sockets. In over a decade of following their senior sister, they had never seen anyone so bold.

Was this girl not afraid of freezing to death?

As a soft touch brushed against her arm, the ripples in Qin Yiqiu’s heart grew stronger, like a stone tossed into a pond of autumn water, disturbing the surface ripples and fallen leaves alike.

This was the junior sister’s chest.

The moment Qin Yiqiu realized this, her ears turned an uncharacteristic shade of red, but the flush vanished almost instantly as she suppressed it.

The Emotionless Art demanded no desire, no wants, no attachments.

Only a heart as still as water could unleash the art’s full strength and power. She couldn’t allow external distractions, this was merely a minor touch.

“No, people won’t stop doing evil just because I’m around. Otherwise, there’d be no need for daily patrols in the sect.”

Qin Yiqiu saw things clearly.

“Your personality…”

The words “too weak” stuck in her throat it wouldn’t be good to criticize her junior sister so bluntly.

Wait, why should she hold back just because the other girl looked pitiful?

“Your personality is too weak, making you an easy target. I’ll transfer you from the outer sect to my courtyard. You’ll only need to tend to the plants and flowers.”

For the last time, Qin Yiqiu extended an olive branch. She knew that with such a temperament, a one-time rescue wouldn’t suffice, so she opted for a permanent solution.

No sooner had she spoken than the girl clinging to her broke into a smile.

Her eyes sparkled like stars.

“Thank you, Senior Sister!”

The words came out like the cheerful chirp of a bird. Qin Yiqiu felt something stir within her, her fingers tightening around her sword scabbard, unable to comprehend this strange emotion.

However, Luo Yunhuan received feedback from the system.

[Host, affection value unlocked: 0.5. Keep up the good work!]

[Your punishment has been lifted, but since the affection value has not yet reached 1, the first-time reward will not be issued. It will be distributed when the affection value reaches 1.]

Luo Yunhuan: What the hell?

What does an affection value of 0.5 even mean?

This is way too damn unfair.

You lousy system, if you’re so bold, just make it 0.001.

Just drag my progress to death already.