Xiao Xinran’s lips twitched as she gripped the longsword at her waist, suddenly seized by a craving to slash something.
“I say, why didn’t you tail me after class today? So you’ve been waiting for me here all along!?”
“Eek! It’s you—w-what a coincidence?”
Ji Shiyu shrank her neck, honestly not here to stir up trouble, just out foraging for food, but unfortunately Senior Brother Yun wasn’t around.
If nothing else, that cherry-like mouth had already been tamed by Oily Boy, the exquisite taste lingering in her soul, unforgettable.
“It really is quite the coincidence. If, one day, your neck accidentally runs into my sword, that’ll be a coincidence too!”
“No story without a twist! I only ever ‘accidentally’ fall into little sisters’ hearts, you know!”
Ji Shiyu’s corny pick-up lines slipped out effortlessly, making Xiao Xinran gag and pretend to retch.
In the heroine’s eyes, Ji Shiyu was already equated with a heartless flirt who toyed with innocent young men’s feelings, making a fool out of that big dummy Xiao Yun.
Not wrong, not wrong at all—she’d seen through to the truth behind appearances, just got the wrong target.
Miss Xiao raised her sword and chased the sneaky Yellow Weasel out of Celestial Phenomena Peak.
The two bickered their way past Sighing Peak’s Dao Arena, spotting a tall figure in the distance training hard under the scorching sun, facing off against ten rampaging wooden puppet men.
“Hah!”
Jing Tan’er was drenched in sweat, her entire body soaked through, yet her keen spiritual sense never let up, the sound of splitting air constantly ringing out, the momentum fierce.
Xiao Xinran covered her mouth in surprise.
“Even during lunch break? Is there anyone more hardworking than this?”
“So diligent? If hard work was all it took, what would a peerless genius like me be needed for!”
Ji Shiyu wiped her nose, thoroughly enjoying the recent admiration from her fellow disciples.
A Shenhua Sect Outer Sect Disciple had defeated the infamous Bloodthirsty Banner Demon, Chi Jiu—the news spread like wildfire, another defeated foe added to her record, boosting her fame on Sighing Peak yet again.
Naturally, it was all thanks to a certain Yun’s handiwork, hiring water armies to spread the news across public forums—five coins per comment.
While Yellow Hair was basking in her glory, Ao Tian was fretting.
Now, the two of them were like stars in the darkness, fully exposed to the eyes of lurking enemies.
Before they’d even secured the Qi Luck of Dongji, they’d already attracted big trouble.
And it all started with Yun Liu and Xiao Xinran.
Not good, not good at all!
“We’ve been completely played! Seems I still underestimated that brat—how does he know you so well?”
“Who, Oily Boy? Sigh, guess it’s my own fault for being too charming. It’s only natural he can’t resist—this is what they call King Xiang dreaming, Goddess of Stars indifferent.”
“…….”
Ji Shiyu pressed her forehead. Being a beautiful girl was exhausting; being too popular was a real headache.
All signs pointed to that brat being hopelessly infatuated, a tsundere who said one thing but did another—Yellow Hair grew more convinced!
Yun Liu was a good person, an excellent cook too, and treated her well.
He’d even broken off his engagement, single-mindedly “pursuing” her.
But…
I treat you like a pigeon, and you want to flip me?
Now was fantasy hour—Yellow Hair had already crowned Oily Boy as her number one fan, adding another general to her ranks of admirers.
She didn’t dislike hanging out with Yun Liu, in fact, she quite enjoyed being fed by him.
“You can even chat with air by yourself—are you sick or something?”
“How did you know? Lovesick for you!”
Ji Shiyu made a heart with her hands, stuck out her tongue, and her greasy little face thoroughly disgusted Xiao Xinran.
Yellow Hair was the legendary social cow—far scarier than a social phobic!
Xiao Xinran looked toward the Dao Arena, fists clenched, fighting spirit blazing.
She wouldn’t lose to Ji Shiyu, nor to any other random woman.
“Jing Tan’er or a demonic person, it doesn’t matter—no one can stop me. From now on, I’ll be the one to protect Xiao Yun!”
The girl made up her mind, vowing solemnly.
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“What about me, what about me? Can’t you protect me too, just like last time? Actually, I’m not as strong as Senior Brother Yun brags, hehe, hehehe!”
Some people could provoke everyone just by opening their mouths, maxing out aggro.
“You? You’re the late sun of Biyang, the newborn light of Dongxi, the rosy mist of the dawn, the bamboo of Meima at dusk!”
The hot-tempered heroine flicked her ponytail, spitting out words through gritted teeth, poetry at her lips.
“Wow, what beautiful poetry—just like my name! Is it for me?”
Ji Shiyu’s eyes sparkled with starlight, which made Ao Tian nearly burst with laughter, her scalp about to be pecked apart.
“Yes! As a reward, copy it a hundred times and recite it another hundred. Now scram, don’t follow me, I’m off to cultivate!”
“One hundred times isn’t enough, ten thousand wouldn’t be too much! I’m great at cultivation—if there’s anything you didn’t understand in class, I can teach you!”
Seeing Yellow Hair still hanging on behind her, chattering non-stop, Xiao Xinran narrowed her eyes. Her straight black hair suddenly burst into flames, gradually turning red.
A strange grin returned to the girl’s delicate face—a red-hot warning!
“Hiss!”
Ji Shiyu instinctively backed away, recalling the hellish scene in the side courtyard that night, flesh melting in an instant.
Though her body burned with heat, her heart was icy cold.
“Can’t you understand human speech? We’re even now. If you bother me again, I won’t mind finishing you off three years early!”
Xiao Xinran’s tone was icy, the Flame Goddess awakened—she was a different person in an instant.
Ji Shiyu counted on her fingers, pouting, not understanding why they could joke one moment and turn hostile the next.
Still, Xinran’s fiery temper was cute—snap and she’d explode, even her hair sticking up.
“What’s with you all of a sudden? Still holding a grudge? I really didn’t mean to climb into your bed, at least not that night! Oh, and just now, I didn’t mean to climb into Senior Brother Yun’s bed either!”
“I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time—if I had a brain, I wouldn’t use it. I just like to play.”
With Ao Tian’s sarcastic tone, Xiao Xinran’s flaming hair rose higher, waves of heat surging.
“You! Really! Are!”
Boom!
Moments later, a miniature mushroom cloud rose from Sighing Peak, the explosive roar startling the patrolling disciples—they thought the demonic sect was invading again.
“Too much! Just because I don’t get angry, you think I’m a sick cat?”
Yellow Hair sprinted all the way to Shenhua Pavilion, looking like a chunk of charcoal fresh from the furnace.
Even her Cloud Robe, newly imbued with Spirit Control Attribute, was scorched in several places.
Phoenix Hatchling chimed in, “Exactly! Just a Concubine daring to talk to the Yun Family Couple’s Main Wife like that—back in the day, she’d have been dunked in a Pig Basket! Show her what you’re made of, let Xiao Xinran know who the real main wife is!”
“That’s right, that’s right! As long as I get serious, Oily Boy will be obediently…”
Hm?
Something felt off…
Ji Shiyu screamed in frustration, smacking the trouble-making chicken head.
“Waaah, so annoying! Ever since I came to East Pole Province, nothing’s gone right—not a single peaceful day!”
“You perv, you mean your luck with girls hasn’t gone well! Get your priorities straight! Things were going fine until you had to go looking for trouble. No amount of Fortune can save you from your own sabotage.”
Ao Tian cursed furiously—such a good hand ruined, a piece of rotten mud that just couldn’t be shaped.
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