Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 63

This position must be particularly uncomfortable to sleep in, Qin Yiqiu thought with a faint, helpless smile as she stepped forward, crouched down, and helped the other person remove her shoes.

Luo Yunhuan’s shoes were dusted with a layer of dirt, but aside from that, there was no other filth, a clear indication that she usually paid great attention to cleanliness.

Once the long boots were off, a pair of snow-white socks was revealed.

Qin Yiqiu had never before performed such a servile task, so she was somewhat unpracticed, yet she didn’t find it troublesome in the least.

Luo Yunhuan’s feet were small and delicate, but unlike the soft, tender soles of a wealthy young lady, they bore the marks of traversing mountains and rivers and performing miscellaneous chores none of which she had shied away from.

Especially noticeable were the reddish patches on her heels, clearly the result of walking for days within the secret realm.

As if struck by a sudden thought ice could reduce swelling Qin Yiqiu raised her hand, and dense frost gathered in her palm.

As an all-around talent, Qin Yiqiu had naturally studied healing arts, so she infused the icy mist with a faint, therapeutic glow.

The red marks on Luo Yunhuan’s heels quickly vanished.

Qin Yiqiu then cleansed her hands with a purification spell after all, having just touched someone’s feet, it wouldn’t do to touch their face next. She lifted Luo Yunhuan, supporting her as she settled her onto the bed.

She pulled over the silky quilt and draped it over Luo Yunhuan.

Qin Yiqiu stared blankly at Luo Yunhuan’s serene sleeping face, her heart swirling with countless thoughts. In the end, she couldn’t resist reaching out to brush aside the stray hairs on the other’s forehead and leaning down.

Her heart raced wildly.

Qin Yiqiu planted a soft, gentle kiss, as if a string named “indulgence” was tugging at her, urging her to go further.

How could a single kiss ever be enough?

Her neck, her skin.

All of it was what Qin Yiqiu longed to touch. Unconsciously, she began to slowly descend, but the moment her nose brushed against Luo Yunhuan’s feverish skin, it was as if she had abruptly awakened from a dream.

How could she do something so absurd?

Taking advantage of her junior sister’s slumber like this, wasn’t it just like those lecherous scoundrels in folk tales who harass innocent women?

Qin Yiqiu tapped her forehead, steadying her mind, and moved to the meditation cushion beside the bed. She pulled out the ice-attribute heavenly-tier spellbook from her robe.

The text within was abstruse and difficult to decipher, so interpreting even a single line required immense concentration. Yet, precisely because of this, time flew by like a fleeting white colt passing a crack. By the time dawn broke, Qin Yiqiu had only managed to decipher two or three lines.

But she remained completely unaware, still immersed in the book.

Luo Yunhuan frowned, feeling as though half her face had gone numb from being pressed against the pillow, and the corners of her mouth felt sore. Oh no had she been drooling?

That would be so unladylike.

Luo Yunhuan hurriedly sat up and touched the corner of her mouth. Her fingers came away completely dry thank goodness. thank goodness.

She hadn’t done anything so embarrassing after all. Otherwise, to have done such a thing on her senior sister’s luxurious quilt would have been utterly mortifying.

Luo Yunhuan got out of bed, her bare feet stepping onto the thick, deep blue carpet. Only then did she realize with a start that, at some point, her shoes had been removed.

Even her outer robe had been taken off, leaving only her snow-white inner garments.

There was no need to wonder who could have entered her room. Luo Yunhuan lifted her head and finally noticed the silhouette of another person in the room.

That person was sitting cross-legged, shoulders occasionally shifting clearly engrossed in reading.

With a playful thought in mind, Luo Yunhuan tiptoed silently across the carpet, her movements as light as could be. She reached out and covered her senior sister’s eyes with both hands.

“Yunhuan, you’re awake?”

Qin Yiqiu’s voice carried a hint of laughter, accompanied by a sound as crisp as pearls falling. She hardly needed to guess who was covering her eyes.

After all, even with her vision blocked, she could still extend her spiritual sense. So, covering the eyes was utterly useless against a cultivator.

Luo Yunhuan let go, feeling a bit bored.

“Senior Sister, you returned last night, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you wake me?”

Luo Yunhuan lowered her gaze to her boots. Although she had advanced to the peak of Qi Refining, physical exhaustion was hard to dispel quickly without meditating and circulating her energy.

Especially these feet, which had trekked through mountains and rivers in the secret realm for a month. Yet, at this moment, all the soreness had vanished.

Replaced by an indescribable comfort.

There was no need to wonder who had massaged her feet.

“If you were tired, you should rest. Why would I wake you?”

Qin Yiqiu shook her head with a smile.

A brief silence fell between them. After exchanging a few more lighthearted remarks with her senior sister, the two went about their own tasks.

One practiced talisman crafting, while the other studied cultivation techniques. Occasionally, Luo Yunhuan would seek Qin Yiqiu’s guidance when she encountered something she didn’t understand.

Time flew by, and soon the airship arrived at the sect.

Luo Yunhuan remembered she needed to prepare clothes for her senior sister, so she hurriedly jumped off the airship.

“Senior Sister, I have some things to buy. You should head back to the main peak alone first!”

Luo Yunhuan called out from the entrance, her tone brimming with eagerness, leaving Qin Yiqiu standing there in a daze.

A thought crossed Qin Yiqiu’s mind: Could her junior sister be going to find Yuan Dingshan?

Perhaps driven by a woman’s intuition, Qin Yiqiu stepped onto the deck and extended her spiritual sense, tracking her junior sister’s figure. She watched the strands of black hair fluttering in the wind, as if the faint scent of flowers still lingered in the air.

Luo Yunhuan navigated through the bustling crowd and finally stepped out of the airship’s main gate. Qin Yiqiu withdrew her spiritual sense, as she could now see her junior sister from the deck above.

Her figure appeared small, like an ant.

But a cultivator’s eyesight was naturally sharp. Even from hundreds of feet away on the airship, or across several mountains, she could clearly make out the face of the person before her.

Luo Yunhuan was indeed heading toward the sect’s market, and Qin Yiqiu felt a slight sense of relief.

Just as she thought this, she noticed someone rushing over hurriedly in the distance. The person moved with such haste that they nearly stumbled.

Yet, their eyes held a deep, intense affection so palpable that anyone who met their gaze would understand the overwhelming admiration they carried.

“Junior Sister Yunhuan, what a coincidence!”

Yuan Dingshan scratched his head sheepishly. In truth, he had been waiting outside the airship all along. Though he wasn’t sure if she had disembarked, he had made sure to be among the first to leave the ship.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off, Yuan Dingshan had indeed managed to encounter Luo Yunhuan.

“What’s so coincidental about it?”

Luo Yunhuan was puzzled. Wasn’t it just a chance meeting after disembarking? With such high probability, there was nothing surprising about it.

“We’ve met again!”

“By the way, Junior Sister Luo, you’re heading to the market, right? I plan to go as well. Everyone has returned from the secret realm with abundant gains, so the market must be bustling right now.”

“Alright.”

Luo Yunhuan did not refuse.

The senior sister had said that fellow disciples should help and support one another, so it would be good for her to befriend a few who could lend a hand when needed.

Little did she know, Qin Yiqiu, standing on the flying ship, was gripping the wooden railing so tightly her fingers nearly splintered the wood.

Love, hatred, obsession, and infatuation these were emotions that someone cultivating the Path of Heartlessness should never experience.

Yet now, it seemed she had felt far too many of them.