Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 75

Is this the kind of dual cultivation technique you practice?

Qin Yiqiu’s eyelashes trembled slightly. If it were anyone else, she would have long lost her temper. If it were not a disciple of the sect, she would have directly pierced the heart of such a scoundrel who dared make such a request.

But the person before her was her junior sister no matter what, she could not bring herself to do it.

Moreover, she had indeed made a promise, and she was determined to fulfill it no matter what.

The Buddhist sect often said that monks do not speak falsehoods. Although the Cloud Sword Mountain Sect did not have as many rules as the Buddhist sect, it was similar in principle words spoken must be honored.

“Do you really want this?”

Qin Yiqiu closed the book with her fingers.

Such a shallow cultivation manual did not require her to flip through it page by page. A quick scan with her spiritual sense was enough to grasp its entire essence.

“Isn’t Senior Sister stating the obvious? Otherwise, why would I go through all the trouble to smuggle this forbidden book into the sect?”

Luo Yunhuan smiled, serene and natural.

Qin Yiqiu glanced around the room. It was tidy, with no signs of any living beings. She raised her hand slightly, and a faint blue spiritual light flowed from her fingertips, piercing through the roof and forming a barrier around the bamboo grove.

A barrier had been set up it seemed Senior Sister was serious this time.

Luo Yunhuan’s heart raced with excitement.

She watched as the person before her stood up.

“Junior Sister, which one do you want to practice?”

There were many cultivation methods in this book, not just one, which was why Qin Yiqiu asked such a question.

Before coming, Luo Yunhuan had already carefully studied the book. To be honest, she wasn’t sure either, but the best way to solve the dilemma of indecision was to choose everything she liked.

“All of them.”

Luo Yunhuan was like a young lion unaware of its own limits, making the most excessive demand.

“Your body won’t be able to handle it.”

Qin Yiqiu sighed inwardly. For a Qi Refining stage cultivator like Luo Yunhuan to make such an outrageous request it truly was a case of “a newborn calf fears no tiger.”

“How could that be.”

Luo Yunhuan slowly moved closer, wrapping her arms around Qin Yiqiu’s slender waist. The smile in her eyes rippled outward in waves.

“Senior Sister is the gentlest. You wouldn’t let me suffer. Besides, now that we’re together, Senior Sister, you can’t just think of yourself, you have to let me enjoy myself too.”

Her finger traced Qin Yiqiu’s lip, which felt slightly cool, perhaps due to the influence of her Ice Spirit Root.

Remembering what the system had told her that Senior Sister’s mysterious background was a hidden quest, Luo Yunhuan felt a surge of motivation. First, she would secure the favor points.

She would thoroughly enjoy the skillful hands of her senior sister.

Then, she would tackle the hidden quest.

“Yunhuan, indulging in greed is not a good habit.”

Qin Yiqiu frowned but did not press further. After all, she had made a promise, and as long as it was within her ability, she would fulfill it.

A deep blue silk sash, embroidered with elegant magnolia flowers, fell to the ground. This was Qin Yiqiu’s waistband. The fuzz on the flower stems was embroidered with white-gold thread, invisible to the naked eye.

But under sunlight, the fuzz on the stems would refract a golden glow.

People often said that ancient clothing was already a marvel of craftsmanship, born from the dedication and perilous efforts of artisans. Yet, the attire of the cultivation world was even more intricate and refined.

Luo Yunhuan pulled her thoughts away from the belt and looked again, only to see Qin Yiqiu’s flawless jade-like skin.

Her collarbones, in particular, were strikingly beautiful, with a faint blush nestled in the hollows, making one’s fingers itch to reach out and touch them.

“It will take three days to complete the cultivation.”

Qin Yiqiu lowered her head, her trembling fingers gently resting on Luo Yunhuan’s waist.

“Junior Sister, you must endure.”

Her cool, soft words drifted lightly into Luo Yunhuan’s ears as Qin Yiqiu parted her pink lips and pressed a kiss to the curve of her ear.

Luo Yunhuan’s legs nearly gave way instantly, and she stumbled backward. Qin Yiqiu wrapped an arm around her, turning them in a small circle before guiding them both down onto the bed.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

“You can still back out now.”

The composure Luo Yunhuan had just managed to regain was once again stripped away by Qin Yiqiu.

Luo Yunhuan’s gaze swept over her senior sister’s graceful figure, and a stubborn refusal to admit defeat rose within her. In the past, she had believed she simply had no interest in romance.

But now, upon reflection, it was only because she had never encountered someone so beautiful. Just a slight smile from Qin Yiqiu was enough to captivate anyone’s heart and soul.

“I’m not afraid!”

Luo Yunhuan lifted her head, pressing their foreheads together, and returned the kiss with initiative. Her soft, warm breath brushed against Qin Yiqiu’s cheeks, sending tremors straight to the heart.

Qin Yiqiu had no intention of being outdone.

She returned the kiss gently, tenderly.

Bit by bit, they sank deeper, losing themselves in the moment.

Luo Yunhuan had been absent from classes for several days in a row, and Yuan Dingshan was growing increasingly anxious and worried. He even pleaded with Yuan Renlin to take him to the main peak once more.

Unlike his aimless cousin, Yuan Renlin had been accepted as a disciple by an elder and was the closed-door disciple of the sect’s Talisman Hall Master.

Though called a closed-door disciple, he only had two senior brothers above him.

When they arrived at the main peak, before they even began to ascend, Yuan Renlin already understood, the Great Senior Sister and Luo Yunhuan had not returned.

“Junior Brother, let’s go back. Junior Sister Yunhuan isn’t here.”

“But, she hasn’t attended classes for days. Senior Brother Yuan, do you think something might have happened to her?”

Yuan Dingshan’s brows were furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly, his face full of concern. Yuan Renlin couldn’t stand seeing his cousin so distraught over a woman.

But deep down, he understood.

Because he had experienced such feelings himself.

“Later, I’ll take you somewhere. Once we’re there, use the invisibility talisman I gave you don’t use your own, or the Great Senior Sister will detect it.”

“Then you’ll see for yourself how Junior Sister Yunhuan is doing.”

Qin Yiqiu had only just returned from a debate a few days prior, so it was unlikely she had gone back to the debate hall. Nor was it her scheduled time to cultivate in the ice cavern.

If she wanted to avoid prying eyes, the most likely place was the bamboo cottage the sect leader had personally built for her.

The bamboo cottage wasn’t located on the main peak but near a lake, close to the lotus pond, and had been designated a restricted area.

Yuan Dingshan nodded blankly.

He still struggled to accept that Luo Yunhuan had spent several consecutive days with Qin Yiqiu, but the image of Luo Yunhuan rushing excitedly toward Qin Yiqiu after class that day was seared into his mind.

Yuan Renlin led him to a bamboo forest. Entering the restricted area required extreme caution, those unfamiliar with the hidden paths could easily be caught by the patrolling enforcement teams.

But Yuan Renlin had cultivated in the sect for a hundred years and knew these areas like the back of his hand. He deftly maneuvered around the enforcement disciples.

They ventured deep into the bamboo forest.

Yuan Dingshan obediently stuck the invisibility talisman his cousin had given him onto his body. Although it was the same type of talisman, with identical runes on the paper and made from the same materials, the power exuded varied greatly depending on who inscribed it.

Yuan Renlin was already considered the most skilled talisman master among the younger generation of the Cloud Sword Mountain Sect. Once applied, even the tiny insects fluttering in the air failed to notice the two of them.

After crouching behind the rock for a long time, the door of the small bamboo hut finally opened, and a woman in a cyan long skirt stepped out first.

Her brows and eyes were tinged with a rosy flush.

Traces of redness seemed to linger around her neck.

“Cousin, did Junior Sister Yunhuan get bitten by mosquitoes?” Yuan Dingshan asked in confusion through telepathy.

Yuan Renlin:

This foolish cousin of his understood nothing, yet he still dreamed of pursuing someone.