Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 67

Watching the frantically rising conquest points, even the system couldn’t help but grin wildly. It had just increased by two points earlier, and now, with the gift of clothing, it had risen by another three points.

This meant the host had successfully unlocked two opportunities for draws.

Moreover, she had unlocked 30% of the conquest value!

In terms of conquest and favor, this was considered exceptionally fast. However, considering the setting of this world in the book, it was inherently easy for men and women to develop feelings.

Even the path of heartlessness would, to some extent, be influenced by the world within the book.

So, the host had turned misfortune into a blessing. But the system couldn’t very well remind the host to draw now, as Luo Yunhuan was still being affectionate with Qin Yiqiu.

By the time the two returned to their rooms together, the sky had grown very dark, with moonlight cascading down. In the courtyard, some spiritual herbs and plants stretched their leaves, absorbing as much of the sun and moon’s essence as possible.

“Rest well these next few days. I’ve asked someone to find a few books on talisman masters for you; they should arrive tomorrow.”

Qin Yiqiu had heard Luo Yunhuan mention wanting to buy clothing for her while they were in the secret realm, so she had prepared in advance, writing to acquaintances and asking them to collect rare talisman books for her.

Preferably ones with annotations from great masters, so it would be easier for her junior sister to study.

Talisman masters were already scarce, and many great masters held onto the belief that “teaching an apprentice starves the master.” As a result, high-level talisman knowledge was rarely passed down.

This time, Qin Yiqiu had expended considerable connections and spent a great deal of spirit stones to gather over a dozen books with detailed annotations.

“Really?”

Luo Yunhuan’s eyes instantly lit up like stars in the night sky. Boldly, she rose on her tiptoes and rubbed her cheek against Qin Yiqiu’s chin, truly resembling a kitten that had just been given a fish.

Why was she being so clingy?

Qin Yiqiu found it a bit strange but still smiled and nodded.

“Would I lie to you, junior sister? Of course, it’s true.”

Luo Yunhuan had been solely focused on conquering Qin Yiqiu, never expecting to receive a gift in return. Her heart swelled with emotion, she had never thought Qin Yiqiu would show her such excessive favor.

After all, the path of heartlessness was a formidable thing. But now, it seemed the outcome was far from certain.

Everything often turned out differently than one expected.

Seeing that the senior sister had been appeased, they parted ways at the door. Luo Yunhuan waved her hand, her eyes sparkling, as a farewell gesture for the day.

“See you tomorrow, senior sister.”

She fluttered away like an elegant butterfly, passing through the dense clusters of flowers and plants until she reached her side room.

“See you tomorrow.”

Qin Yiqiu raised her hand, mimicking her junior sister’s wave. Even after the figure had disappeared from sight, she stood there dazed, her hand still slightly swaying in the air.

Only after a long while, when nothing remained but the moonlight scattered on the ground, did Qin Yiqiu snap out of her reverie. She lowered her gaze to the dress she was wearing and, for some reason, felt a sweet warmth ripple through her heart.

Her fingers brushed against the fabric cool and silky smooth.

Qin Yiqiu had received countless gifts over the years. Her master’s gifts were the most extravagant, while those from her junior disciples were mostly clever trinkets.

The gifts from the Qin family typically came in baskets filled with cultivation resources.

Only her junior sister’s gift felt the most heartfelt and fitting.

Though thinking this might sadden her master, Qin Yiqiu, being an honest person, couldn’t deceive her own heart.

Luo Yunhuan returned to her room.

She collapsed directly onto the bed, thinking, That was close too close!

So, the senior sister was jealous of Yuan Dingshan.

No wonder the favorability points had dropped for no apparent reason. Was it really that straightforward?

But as long as she identified the cause of the problem, everything could be resolved smoothly.

At least she wasn’t completely in the dark now. Just as Luo Yunhuan was about to get some proper rest, she heard the system’s notification sound. The system seemed hesitant to disturb her, as the tone was quite soft.

[Dear host, you still have two draws remaining. Are you sure you don’t want to use them? You can save them for next time if you prefer.]

Hearing this, Luo Yunhuan suddenly remembered that she still had drawing opportunities.

“Draw both at once,” she said.

Although many claimed that single draws could yield miracles, Luo Yunhuan didn’t believe in such superstitions. A true lucky draw master could achieve wonders whether drawing one at a time or in batches!

However, this time, she definitely wouldn’t replicate the previous streak of consecutive top-tier rewards. Luo Yunhuan only managed to draw prizes that slightly improved her spiritual root aptitude and marginally enhanced her comprehension.

Wow so even these things can be upgraded? she thought.

If she maxed out her intelligence points, wouldn’t she become the next Einstein?

Of course, that would require an ample amount of luck.

Luo Yunhuan closed her eyes and focused her mind, sensing the changes. Her meridians could indeed absorb a bit more spiritual energy than before, and she felt she had more inspiration when contemplating the runes in the talisman manual.

Who knew the system’s draw feature could be so useful?

As she marveled at this, Luo Yunhuan drifted into a dream. However, this time, it wasn’t a pleasant dream but a nightmare.

In the dream, everything was shrouded in a hazy mist. Once again, she found herself by the clear spiritual spring. Qin Yiqiu stood there unclothed, her long black hair cascading down her back, reaching all the way to her legs.

“Senior Sister?” Luo Yunhuan covered her nose, afraid she might rudely get a nosebleed.

Dreams felt incredibly real. If one didn’t realize they were dreaming, it was easy to mistake the dream for reality.

Luo Yunhuan was no exception. In that fleeting moment, she had already accepted the dream as real.

The figure before her turned around. Mist swirled around her collarbones, tinged with a faint blush, making it impossible to see clearly. Droplets of water slid down her snow-white skin, disappearing into the depths below.

Luo Yunhuan closed her eyes, her steps trembling.

“Luo Yunhuan, do you like Yuan Dingshan that much?” The voice of the person before her was icy, the words seeming capable of freezing the very blood flowing in her veins.

“I don’t like him.” Luo Yunhuan stumbled backward, utterly confused as to why the senior sister would say such a thing. But perhaps her steps were too frantic, as she tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground.

“Liar! You two were laughing and talking together!” Qin Yiqiu’s expression grew even colder, making Luo Yunhuan feel as if she’d rather die.

“Do you know how much it hurts me?” Qin Yiqiu’s voice was filled with pain.

Luo Yunhuan watched as the figure before her drew closer. The pale skin dazzled her eyes, and for a moment, she even forgot the pain in her foot.

Of course, in her sleep, Luo Yunhuan couldn’t realize that one doesn’t feel physical pain in dreams, only the panic of impending harm.

“Junior Sister, how could you seduce two people at once?” Qin Yiqiu’s hand suddenly materialized an ice sword, its tip pressing against Luo Yunhuan’s throat. The scene felt eerily familiar, as if it had happened before in the ice cavern.

Dreams are chaotic and disordered, blending memories together and weaving them into an invisible net that tightly ensnares a person.

“I didn’t. Yuan Dingshan and I were merely traveling together.”

Luo Yunhuan sounded aggrieved.

She was on the verge of tears.

“Is that so?”

“Still, I must thank you. If it weren’t for you, junior sister, I wouldn’t have been able to overcome this trial of love.”

Qin Yiqiu raised her left hand, and a vibrant red thread slowly materialized.

With a single slash of a sword, the red thread was severed, completely broken.

“From tonight onward, there will be no ties between us.”

“Junior sister, go and become cultivation partners with Yuan Dingshan.”

“I set you free.”