Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 53

Before Qin Yiqiu could speak, Su Jue, who was preparing to return the Dragon Blood Powder nearby, flared up upon hearing this. He pursed his lips and let out a soft, disdainful snort.

No matter what, he was the male lead of this book. Though not the most handsome by design, he had the haughtiest temper and well. exceptional skills in bed.

Recalling the novel’s content now, Luo Yunhuan wished she could gouge her own eyes out. She finally understood why the senior sister despised those who broke their vows so much.

“Don’t push your luck. Even if there’s a red thread of fate tying you and Senior Sister together, you should still keep your distance,” Su Jue suddenly interjected, causing Qin Yiqiu to look up at him before shaking her head.

“Junior Brother, do not be rude.”

“Senior Sister!”

Su Jue tried to awaken Qin Yiqiu’s true nature, but she impatiently extended her hand, forcing him to hand over the Dragon Blood Powder.

“You may leave.”

“I believe the other disciples still require your attention.”

In the end, Su Jue could only sweep his sleeve in reluctant frustration and depart.

For a moment, the area was left with only the two of them. Luo Yunhuan felt somewhat awkward. She didn’t harbor any intense hatred for the male lead, as this novel’s world was one where the female lead reaped all the benefits while everyone else was cuckolded.

Still, the way the male lead had just abandoned the senior sister and fled alone was utterly ungentlemanly, making it hard for anyone to regain favor with him.

“My junior brother has always been impulsive. Our master criticized him for it since childhood, but he never learned. I hope you can understand, Junior Sister,” Qin Yiqiu said, tugging at her robe. She had been sitting cross-legged but now shifted to kneel, allowing Luo Yunhuan to rest her head on Qin Yiqiu’s lap.

Though Qin Yiqiu didn’t voice her intention, the soft patting of her palm against her thigh betrayed her meaning, she was clearly permitting Luo Yunhuan to use her lap as a pillow.

Being perceptive, Luo Yunhuan immediately understood. Her eyes lit up, and she crept over like a cat, nestling her cheek against the other’s thigh, her plump cheeks puffing out slightly as she nuzzled contentedly.

Then, closing her eyes, she surrendered to exhaustion. After a full day and night of relentless travel, Luo Yunhuan was truly spent.

After all, she was just a modern soul the type who, after staying up late, could fall asleep standing the next day. She couldn’t possibly adapt so quickly to the cultivator’s grueling regimen of meditation without sleep.

Qin Yiqiu gazed down at Luo Yunhuan, studying her profile. The more she looked, the more beautiful she found her.

There was a mortal saying: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Qin Yiqiu had never understood it before wasn’t a person’s beauty or plainness apparent at a glance? Why add that it was unique only in a lover’s eyes? Wasn’t that just self-deception?

But now she understood. Her junior sister was lovely no matter how she looked. She lifted her hand, as if to stroke the other’s head.

After several hesitations, Qin Yiqiu recalled Luo Yunhuan’s promise to dual cultivate with her upon their return. She couldn’t allow herself to get too close now.

Her fingertips merely brushed through the strands of hair, careful not to touch the skin. Just a moment like this would suffice.

Qin Yiqiu closed her eyes.

Yet another person’s smiling face surfaced in her mind, the admiration in Yuan Dingshan’s eyes, tinged with a faint ambiguity. It was the same ambiguity she had seen in countless male and female disciples who had secretly tasted forbidden fruit.

If left unchecked, Yuan Dingshan might snatch Luo Yunhuan away from her side.

Shouldn’t this be exactly what she wanted most? Once her junior sister severed her romantic feelings, she wouldn’t continue pestering her.

So why was her heart churning with jealousy?

Qin Yiqiu couldn’t understand it.

But by the time she realized it, her fingers were already gently smoothing Luo Yunhuan’s hair, her fingertips brushing past the warm cheek, this delicate sensation was irresistible.

She wanted to touch her just a little more.

Qin Yiqiu lost herself in the moment, only to be startled awake by the crackling of the firewood beside her. She curled her fingers into a tight fist and withdrew her hand.

Had she become so useless now that she couldn’t even resist her own desires?

Qin Yiqiu felt frustrated.

But there was no time for her to dwell on it, as the stones on the ground began to tremble, and a rumbling sound echoed throughout the valley.

“Not good!”

Su Jue was the first to react.

“The beast tide is heading our way. Everyone, pack up quickly.”

Qin Yiqiu extended her spiritual sense, scanning the area outside the valley. Sure enough, she saw a dense, dark mass of wild beasts, as if they were specifically tracking her scent.

Though reluctant, it was time to wake her junior sister. Qin Yiqiu reached out and patted Luo Yunhuan.

“Hmm.”

A dissatisfied whimper escaped Luo Yunhuan’s lips. Being abruptly awakened from a deep sleep felt rather rude.

However, in a life-or-death situation, such things seemed far less inappropriate.

“Awake?”

“You and our junior brother should retreat first. This time, you probably don’t have many talismans left, so don’t force yourself to stay with me.”

As she spoke, Qin Yiqiu drew her lifebound sword a long, ice-blue blade forged from condensed heavenly water.

There was no risk of it breaking, as heavenly water was inherently formless. She had merely solidified it using her ice spiritual root technique.

Luo Yunhuan sat up.

Though she truly had no talismans left, if she fled now, she wouldn’t be able to carry out her original plan.

“No, I won’t run.”

Luo Yunhuan looked up at the sky.

“Eldest Senior Sister, the sun is about to rise. The Profound Moon will soon set completely, and the beast tide will calm down.”

If the legends were true, that would be for the best. Even if they weren’t, with the influence of the Profound Moon Illusion fading, the elders would soon find them.

“That’s right, Eldest Senior Sister. You protected us last time. We can’t run away again.”

Yuan Dingshan emerged from the crowd, looking every bit the sycophant.

Luo Yunhuan’s words, however, had a rallying effect.

The previously dispirited disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect struggled to their feet, one by one.

“Eldest Senior Sister, we can’t run anymore. Besides, dawn is almost here. Let’s hold on a little longer.”

Seeing her junior brothers and sisters so resolute for the first time, Qin Yiqiu didn’t refuse outright.

She merely replied in a cool tone, “Then be careful. Don’t push yourselves too hard. If your lives are in danger, retreat immediately.”

With that, she untied a jade pendant from her waist. It was exquisitely carved, depicting a coiling dragon surrounded by auspicious clouds.

“Keep this safe.”

She handed it to Luo Yunhuan.

After all, she was afraid the girl might die.

Qin Yiqiu was no child. Having cultivated for a century, she had long passed her hundredth birthday and witnessed countless cycles of life and death.

Yet this was the first time she had ever felt such fear.

“This jade pendant can protect people.”

Only after seeing someone take it did Qin Yiqiu finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As the thunderous rumbling grew closer, the first beast crashed through the rubble-filled valley wall and leaped out.

But before its claws could touch the ground, an ice spike pierced through its skull and abdomen.

Warm blood splattered across the ground.