When it came to making people angry, Miss Hua Jian’s talent was always reliably reassuring.
The more Linglong had wanted to see Hua Jian before, the more she now felt like hanging her up and giving her a good beating.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder—that was the truth of it.
The thought that Hua Jian might one day become her junior disciple made Linglong feel she really needed to ask her master for a Yǎng Xìng Xīn Fǎ, a method to cultivate patience, so she could maintain her composure in the face of Hua Jian’s natural, talent-like ability to provoke irritation.
“Don’t you think your words make people unhappy?” Linglong asked.
“If I made you eat my saliva, wouldn’t you feel disgusted?” Hua Jian countered.
Linglong tapped her chin, seriously pondering.
Was this really a question that required thought? Hua Jian’s eyes widened. She realized her understanding of Linglong was far too shallow—she never imagined Linglong could be such a pervert.
Saliva? That was someone else’s saliva!
This wasn’t even indirect kissing—it was a form of direct kissing, exchanging bodily fluids!
“If your saliva had the same unique effects as my dragon’s saliva, I don’t think I’d feel that way.” Finally, Linglong gave her answer.
Though Hua Jian could understand the meaning behind Linglong’s words and was willing to respect the habits of this half-personal Little Dragon Girl Saintess, being told face-to-face, “I’m willing to eat your saliva,” was still terrifying!
“Dragon nature is inherently lustful,” this saying certainly wasn’t wrong!
So mother dragons were naturally so uninhibited?
Seeing Hua Jian’s eyes shift with a strange expression, Linglong felt that Hua Jian might have misunderstood something.
“What I mean is, if your saliva were also an alchemical ingredient, I wouldn’t think a pill made from such an ingredient was inedible.” She continued explaining.
“You want to eat my saliva!”
“I think you’re a little too excited right now.”
“You harbor ill intentions toward me. Sure enough, you can’t suppress your true nature as a dragon…”
Oh!
Linglong swung her pink fists once again. That she, a good-natured girl, struck twice within a few sentences meant Hua Jian was truly one of a kind.
This kind of anger was different from other types of anger. When provoked or insulted, Linglong rarely showed emotional fluctuations. If others saw her strike, they might think she was angry—but she actually wasn’t.
She just thought that actions spoke louder than words, and hitting was simpler and more effective at letting others know her opinion.
But when she struck Hua Jian, Linglong was genuinely angry. She truly felt flames rising in her chest, compelling her to use her fists to interrupt Hua Jian’s nonsense.
After hitting her, seeing Hua Jian’s aggrieved expression somehow made Linglong feel a surprising relief, as if some of the pressure she had accumulated inside was released.
But she was still very angry.
Very angry Linglong didn’t want to talk to Hua Jian anymore. She pushed the door open with a stern face and walked out.
Not long after Linglong left, the Yaochi Senior Sister and Caidié, who had been eavesdropping outside, hurried inside. They hadn’t caught everything clearly but understood about forty to fifty percent of the conversation.
After all, the later parts weren’t sensitive topics, so the two had not lowered their voices.
Especially the last few lines were shouted so loudly that the senior sisters couldn’t ignore them even if they tried.
“Little Sister Hua Jian, you’re really amazing!” These girls now admired Hua Jian immensely. To say such things to Linglong required guts.
And to only get your head hit by Linglong afterward was even more impressive.
If others had said such things, the girls thought Linglong wouldn’t just use her fists; she would have struck the shameless person with lightning.
But this time, after hitting Hua Jian, Linglong stormed off, looking like a lovestruck girl scolded by her sweetheart—not just ordinary anger.
Something was off. Could Linglong Senior Sister and Hua Jian Little Sister really have some kind of relationship?
The girls silently exchanged looks, examining Hua Jian.
“Could Linglong Senior Sister and Hua Jian Little Sister really have something going on?”
“Definitely!”
“Hua Jian Little Sister is so beautiful. It’s normal for Linglong Senior Sister to like her, right?”
Linglong was a great beauty, but Hua Jian was no less stunning—her large, colorful eyes were even more enchanting than Linglong’s golden, sharp pupils.
Linglong’s golden eyes carried a strong aura that compelled submission.
Hua Jian, on the other hand, gave off no pressure. Instead, she radiated youthful vitality, accompanied by a faint but unmistakable mischievous vibe.
The latter outshone the former when she spoke—so much that, as the saying goes, it was a pity she had a mouth.
“Hua Jian Sister, that sister just now was so scary!” Caidié had no complicated thoughts. With Linglong gone, she clung to her favorite Hua Jian Sister for comfort.
“Linglong isn’t a bad person; she just doesn’t have much expression on her face.” Hua Jian was helpless against Caidié’s closeness. She couldn’t just slap the little girl away.
A little butterfly naturally wanted to be close to her little flower.
After speaking a kind word for Linglong, Hua Jian put on a stern face and began poking Caidié’s forehead with her finger.
At first, Caidié endured it, but after many pokes, she finally couldn’t help but use both hands to protect her head.
“Hua Jian Sister is bullying me!”
“I’m teaching you. Look at what you’ve done. Did I teach you like this before?” Hua Jian glared at Caidié with frustration.
As Hua Jian’s first direct disciple, being caught on her first mission was a disgrace to their sect’s dignity!
“Ugh…” Caidié lowered her head pitifully, knowing she was in the wrong.
The Yaochi girls watching the scene nodded secretly—this Hua Jian Little Sister was quite responsible, knowing how to discipline the little bear cub Caidié.
“What did you do wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have attacked senior brothers and sisters or stolen their things…” Caidié mumbled softly.
“And?”
“Ugh… is there more?”
Confused, Caidié looked up. Wasn’t that how she apologized before? Was there another mistake she hadn’t admitted?
“How did I teach you? If you want to cause trouble, don’t do it in crowded places. If you get caught, who else will get caught? You have to go outside, do your job, and run—never get caught at the tail end.” Hua Jian tapped Caidié’s head.
“These last few attacks didn’t even change locations properly. You’ve completely forgotten what I taught you!”
The Yaochi girls listening felt something was off. Was this teaching a bear cub? It sounded more like a big bear cub teaching a little bear cub how to cause trouble.
…
After a while, Wanling Sect finally sent a few decent-looking girls with plenty of gifts to redeem Caidié from the Yaochi base.
It wasn’t right to keep their direct junior sister at another sect’s base. If word got out, it would look like Wanling Sect treated Caidié badly, so her direct disciples didn’t even want to return.
With Caidié gone, Yaochi finally calmed down, but everyone’s gaze toward Hua Jian had become strange.
They clearly heard every little trick she told Caidié—each one so irritating it made them wonder just how dark a heart was hidden beneath Hua Jian’s adorable appearance.
“Little Sister Hua Jian, were you serious about what you said just now?” one girl asked cautiously.
“Half true, half false. Many of those methods I haven’t actually used, so I don’t know how effective they are.” Hua Jian shook her head. The more advanced tricks didn’t apply in a low-level scenario.
This secret realm was even more boring—they’d have to evacuate at a set time with no chance to block bridges or gates.
“But the sneaking methods at the start were true. After all, Caidié and I have weak front-line combat strength. To stand a chance against other cultivators, we have to use such means.”
The Possession Path was the ultimate art of using cunning to defeat strength. If you exclude fully determining the opponent’s equipment, it was just ordinary sneaking and catching others off guard.
Some cultivators’ methods were naturally suited to playing dirty—no one could deny them the right to fight.
“To you, using poison and sneak attacks may seem despicable, but it’s all for the sake of victory. Who’s nobler than whom? Those who prefer direct confrontation only praise their way because they have stronger frontal power.”
“They claim their combat style is noble and must be respected. Why? Are we sneaky cultivators not entitled to rights? Our choice of combat doesn’t violate any moral code!”
Hua Jian rested her cheek on her palm, angrily voicing her thoughts.
Though persuasive, everyone’s expressions were strange. This sounded a little off.
Could sneak attacks really be this popular now?
Little Sister Hua Jian really was not to be judged by appearance…
…
The next morning, Linglong dragged Hua Jian out of the training room.
After spending the whole night free-riding the training room, Hua Jian was refreshed. A large sect was indeed a large sect; the spiritual energy inside was as rich as water, boosting her cultivation speed exponentially.
If not for Linglong pulling her away, she might have soaked in there for a whole month.
“What’s that strong scent? Did you use some kind of incense?” Linglong pinched her nose, frowning slightly.
The room was filled with an unusually strong floral fragrance that unsettled her—a scent far from ordinary.
Linglong’s first thought was that Hua Jian had used some spirit item that emitted floral aroma to accelerate cultivation, but she quickly dismissed this idea.
She didn’t think Hua Jian would waste money on expensive and ineffective items.
“No, probably just because the room is too small, so the scent can’t disperse.” Hua Jian shook her head. She knew that when cultivating, she unconsciously emitted a fragrance that attracted Spirit Beasts, but she had never realized this aroma could be so concentrated.
After all, she had never had the chance to cultivate in such a closed training room before.
Linglong summoned a breeze to sweep through the fragrant room. When the scent gradually faded, she finally released her pinched nose.
Her action of rejecting the smell seemed to upset Hua Jian slightly.
“Is my scent really that bad?”
Everyone who smelled her fragrance said it was lovely—how could Linglong be so picky as to pinch her nose?
“It’s not bad, but too much is too much. When it’s too strong, it becomes unpleasant.” Linglong spoke in her eternally calm tone, revealing her true thoughts. “Besides, this scent gives me a bad feeling.”
“Huh?”
“After this secret realm ends, I’ll take you back to Yaochi and have my master examine your constitution.” Linglong continued.
Hua Jian had a special constitution. That much was obvious, but special constitutions varied widely and required experienced high-level cultivators to judge.
Linglong’s master, the current Saint Sect Leader of the Yaoci Holy Sect and one of the few Spirit Saint-level experts in the world, was undoubtedly the perfect person to consult.
Of course, if you ruled out Linglong’s other motives for bringing Hua Jian back to Yaochi—this probably wasn’t just about examining her constitution.
“Are you trying to kidnap me to Yaochi?”
“Uh… you know?” Linglong nodded calmly without showing any embarrassment at being seen through.
This was bound to be known. Linglong knew she wasn’t good at hiding her inner thoughts. After saying that, smart Hua Jian would certainly guess her meaning.
“I already said, I don’t want to join the Saint Sect.” Hua Jian muttered quietly.
“You don’t really understand Yaochi. Why not learn more before making a decision?” Linglong showed no reaction to Hua Jian’s refusal.
She believed that once Hua Jian truly understood what Yaochi was like and removed the Saint Sect filter from her mind, she would happily join this big family.
“The Saint Sect isn’t what you imagine. Everyone is really nice.”
“The guy who gave you trouble yesterday didn’t seem like a nice person.” Hua Jian retorted irritably.
“That was a Wanling Sect disciple, not Yaochi.” Linglong reminded her that there were differences between sects, and Wanling Sect people could not represent Yaochi.
Everyone in Yaochi was a beautiful, kind-hearted girl—unique in the world!
“You have plenty of time to think about it. You can make your decision slowly over these days. I won’t force you.” Linglong paused, then got to the real reason she came to find Hua Jian. “I’ve already gathered our sect’s stronger Spirit Masters for combat. We’ll head to the place you mentioned around noon.”
That was Linglong’s main reason for coming.
“Only you Yaochi people? Even if you can defeat that Spirit King Ling Wang Corpse, what do you plan to do about the demonic cultivator afterward?”
Hua Jian thought Linglong’s decision was too hasty. This time, they were facing two Spirit King-level enemies, one of whom was a brutal demonic cultivator.
They should bring more people along.