Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 70

Qin Yiqiu didn’t have many friends, but she wasn’t entirely without them either. When she went out today, she noticed her junior sister meticulously tending to the flower seedlings in the garden.

She had initially intended to greet her, but seeing Luo Yunhuan so absorbed in her task, humming a soft melody as she worked, Qin Yiqiu decided against it.

Yesterday, she had done many outrageous things forcing a kiss on her junior sister, wrongly accusing her and after a night of reflection, Qin Yiqiu felt nothing but self-loathing.

But self-reproach was pointless. Condemning herself as scum or a beast wouldn’t change anything. What truly mattered was how to make amends and find a suitable gift.

Coincidentally, she was meeting a few friends from other sects today to discuss the Dao. After some thought, Qin Yiqiu decided to seek their advice.

The gathering was held at the foot of Cloud Sword Mountain Sect. A city had gradually formed there over time originally nonexistent, but as mortals sought immortality and cultivators sought the sect’s protection, houses were built, and the settlement grew from a village into a city.

Most of Cloud Sword Mountain Sect’s disciples were selected from the mortals living below the mountain, though only a dozen or so were chosen each year. Talent was rare, yet the desire to cultivate was widespread.

Under the protection of a major sect, the city had no need for walls. Buildings sprawled in an orderly yet natural arrangement pavilions, towers, blue tiles, and white walls.

The city housed many venues for Dao discussions. To prevent Qin Yiqiu from being disturbed, Qin Wangyu had specially built a secluded hall for such gatherings.

Normally, the hall was tended only by a couple of minor spirits responsible for cleaning. Occasionally, Qin Yiqiu would lend it to other junior disciples.

Most of the time, however, the place remained quiet, with only the rustling leaves and whispering winds for company.

About a dozen people had gathered for the discussion today.

Most were prodigies from other sects, yet no matter how proud or arrogant they were, each greeted Qin Yiqiu with a respectful bow and clasped fists.

This wasn’t due to her status or position, but because she had earned their respect through sheer strength.

“Daoist Yiqiu, it’s been a while. How fares your cultivation?” a woman asked, her voice clear and melodious like a nightingale’s song.

“My progress has been stagnant,” Qin Yiqiu admitted truthfully. If anything, she had been tormented by emotional turmoil lately, how could she possibly advance?

Not regressing was already something to be thankful for.

“Why is that?”

“It’s been some time since we last met. Usually, among us, you’re the one who leaves everyone in the dust, Yiqiu.”

The speaker smiled and reached out, but didn’t dare pat Qin Yiqiu’s shoulder. It was said that the Path of Emotionlessness could freeze a person to death, so they all kept a respectful distance, careful not to overstep.

“Many things have happened these past few months. I’m not sure where to begin,” Qin Yiqiu replied, closing her eyes.

She wasn’t lying the past few months had indeed been eventful. But admitting that Luo Yunhuan had disrupted her cultivation of the Emotionless Art was too embarrassing.

After all, everyone looked up to her as a model. If they learned that even she had stumbled in such a way, it might shatter their confidence in cultivation.

However, not everyone present was completely in the dark. A few of the older, more experienced cultivators exchanged knowing smiles.

It was clear they had heard about Qin Yiqiu’s impending trial of love, as this was no secret within the Yun Jian Mountain Sect everyone knew about it.

After exchanging pleasantries at the entrance for a while, they proceeded into the lecture hall. The hall was spacious, furnished only with meditation cushions and portraits of the sect’s founding ancestors.

Although Qin Yiqiu cultivated the Path of Emotionlessness, which in principle left little room for discussion with others, she also practiced spiritual cultivation. Thus, it was still necessary for her to gain some understanding.

These discussions could last as long as a month or as short as three to five days. With so many gathered together this time, they engaged in a month-long discourse.

Everyone shared the insights they had gained during their cultivation or the secrets they had uncovered while exploring mystical realms, all for mutual growth and progress.

Those who could participate in such discussions were generally close companions, second only to cultivation partners.

By the end of the month, Qin Yiqiu’s cultivation had improved, and she had fully stabilized her mid-stage Golden Core realm.

Reaching mid-stage Golden Core in just a hundred years was faster than even her own master, but it also meant she faced tribulations sooner.

As everyone clasped their hands in farewell and prepared to leave, Qin Yiqiu hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up to one of the women.

“I have something to ask you.”

The woman was strikingly beautiful, and when she looked at someone, her eyes seemed to ripple like spring water.

“What is it?”

The woman giggled charmingly, her gaze falling on Qin Yiqiu’s hand resting on her shoulder.

“I had no idea you could be so forward, Yiqiu, taking the initiative to touch someone’s shoulder.”

Qin Yiqiu withdrew her hand as if shocked, the tips of her ears flushing a delicate pink, like the petals of a peach blossom.

“No, I wanted to ask you.”

“Hmm?”

The woman crossed her arms, watching Qin Yiqiu intently. She had clearly noticed the other’s flushed ears a truly astonishing sight in her eyes.

“If you’ve made a woman sad, what should you do?”

Qin Yiqiu stammered over her words, nearly biting her tongue. She had never asked anyone such a presumptuous question before, but she desperately wanted to know the answer.

After all, she was certain she had hurt her junior sister that day. Even though Luo Yunhuan had hidden it well, how could Qin Yiqiu have missed the tears shimmering in her eyes?

The woman was clearly taken aback. Qin Yiqiu, who always held herself aloof and treated everyone with impartial detachment, asking such a question?

“What happened? Did you make some girl cry while enforcing sect rules?”

“I’ve told you before, matters of dual cultivation can’t be strictly controlled. Why not ask your master to revoke that rule? Just enforce it for those who need to preserve their foundational essence.”

Qin Yiqiu shook her head gently.

“The disciples in our sect are still young. If we don’t impose strict regulations, they might make grave mistakes.”

But she didn’t want to dwell on the topic with the woman, so she brushed past it lightly and fixed her ice-blue eyes on her.

“I made someone sad, so I want to make amends. If I can cheer her up, that would be best.”

The woman knew well that Qin Yiqiu’s temperament likely broke the hearts of many young men and women, but she couldn’t fathom why Qin Yiqiu would ever want to console anyone.

Who could it be?

Who held such significant sway?

Her curiosity grew intensely, but she refrained from asking directly. They had been engaging in these discussions for years and understood each other’s temperaments to some extent.

Qin Yiqiu was not one to share personal matters openly, and asking him directly now would only earn his displeasure.

“Women, for the most part, are reasonable. I believe as long as you, Yiqiu, sincerely apologize no matter what you offer as a gesture she will gladly accept it.”

However, the woman still answered Qin Yiqiu’s question earnestly.

Her finger lightly touched her own lips, the crimson color vivid and striking.

“Yiqiu, an apology isn’t about what you offer as compensation, but whether your heart truly understands the mistake and vows not to repeat it.”