Cloud Expanse Sect, Heaven Mist Peak.
Inside a spacious, brightly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast a soft glow on the bed, painting a scene of exquisite beauty.
The young girl’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she buried her rosy face into the pillow.
Her calves, clad in white silk socks, swung back and forth on the bed. Each movement caused a mesmerizing ripple where skin met fabric.
“Idiot senior brother, idiot senior brother, idiot senior brother.”
She extended her small, delicate fist, pounding on the pillow in her arms as if it were a stand-in for someone, releasing all her pent-up embarrassment and frustration onto it.
“How dare he, a mere Lower Cultivator, how dare he.”
“He absolutely must be punished!”
Though her words sounded like accusations, coming from the girl they seemed unusually powerless.
More like… a kind of playful teasing between lovers.
Of course, she had no idea how utterly enchanting her coquettish manner was, enough to leave many cultivators who admired her daily completely dumbfounded.
Instead, she looked at the pillow, now bent from her hammering, and felt a bit sorry for it.
How should she punish him?
Should she make the idiot senior brother go clean the nests of the spirit birds on Spirit Beast Peak?
Or send him to Spirit Plant Peak to gather herbs?
Better yet, why not have him serve her exclusively here on Heaven Mist Peak?
No, no.
He—he even said those things to me.
If I made him my servant, he’d definitely sneak some improper moves…
Thinking of this, Jiang Wan’er’s pretty face flushed even deeper.
Maybe, maybe I should let him off this time.
Yes, as the Sect’s Saintess, I must learn to be magnanimous.
“Hmph, idiot senior brother, this time Wan’er won’t hold it against you.”
“But from now on, you’re never allowed to talk to me like that again, okay?”
She gently smoothed the edge of the pillow, straightening it back to its original shape before revealing a smile she hadn’t even noticed she was wearing.
“Oh dear, has it been a long time since I last gave idiot senior brother any Dandelicacy?”
Finally breaking free from her own inner turmoil, Jiang Wan’er realized it had been quite a while since she delivered any Danchamber to Limuqun as promised.
If senior brother didn’t receive his pills on time, would he be upset… puh, puh, puh, how could Jiang Wan’er think that way?
She was the Sect’s Saintess, Heaven’s Chosen, the future hope of the Sect.
What’s a couple of days’ delay to idiot senior brother?
Hmph, he has improper thoughts about me, so letting him wait a few days isn’t nearly enough!
This time, I’ll just leave him hanging for months—let him cool off and reflect on the gap between us, so he won’t dare to have any more delusions.
That’s right, that’s the plan!
The thought of Limuqun anxiously waiting outside the Wooden Hut brought an involuntary smile to her lips.
“Idiot senior brother, as a Lower Cultivator, you must understand the difference between you and someone like me, Heaven’s Chosen. Don’t get any more improper ideas, okay?”
She hugged the pillow and said fiercely before drifting off into a sweet dream.
Early the next morning, restless and anxious, Jiang Wan’er hurried toward Congealed Fat Peak, carrying a pouch full of Danchamber.
It’s, it’s not like I want to see senior brother or anything.
I just don’t want to delay his cultivation.
Yes, I’m the Sect’s Saintess, Heaven’s Chosen, the future hope of the Sect.
I can’t let some trivial matter interfere with the cultivation of the Sect’s disciples.
I’m only fulfilling my duties as Saintess!
Comforting herself with these thoughts, she landed by the Wooden Hut at the foot of Congealed Fat Peak.
“Sen-”
She steadied herself and called out loudly as usual.
But before she could finish, her throat tightened as if something had caught it, and no sound escaped.
There was someone inside.
And, a woman?
Peering through the window, on that familiar wooden bed—
A figure dressed in a white Taoist robe, her ample curves nearly overflowing, lay there clutching senior brother’s pillow like an octopus.
Her entire face was buried in the pillow, each breath heavy with panting, accompanied by… a coquettish voice that Jiang Wan’er was too embarrassed to describe.
In an instant, a wave of overwhelming grievance and sorrow surged through Jiang Wan’er’s heart.
She clenched her fists so tightly that tears the size of beans swirled in her eyes.
Idiot senior brother—no, despicable heterodox cultivator! How could you—
But this sadness didn’t last long.
As the voluptuous figure lifted her head, Jiang Wan’er froze in place.
All the complex emotions in her heart vanished, replaced only by boundless shock.
On the bed, that breathtakingly beautiful face, naturally flawless, flushed with a seductive rosy glow.
Her delicately sculpted nose twitched slightly buried in the pillow, while her full, rounded thighs rubbed together uncontrollably.
If Jiang Wan’er hadn’t seen this face before as the Pill Fragrance Immortal Fairy, she would have thought this shameless demon cultivator had appeared from nowhere.
But she recognized it perfectly.
Pill Fragrance Immortal Fairy—Luozhilan!
No, this can’t be.
Did senior brother lie to me? He and his master aren’t as hostile as he claimed.
No, the Headmaster also mentioned this matter before, and senior brother’s usual demeanor was nothing like a fabricated deception.
Then there’s only one answer.
She stared at Luozhilan on the wooden bed.
The famed and formidable Pill Fragrance Immortal Fairy, known for her aloof personality and unapproachable demeanor, was actually a lovesick disciple who refused to admit it—a shameless woman!
Good heavens!
Jiang Wan’er was stunned by her discovery.
This was just too… too—
She couldn’t describe her feelings: a strange mixture of relief, sadness, sympathy, and even a touch of jealousy she refused to acknowledge.
Idiot senior brother, what would you choose?
Of course, I mean, which teacher to cultivate with…
Her heart tangled in a thousand emotions, leaving her utterly helpless.
At that moment, the voluptuous figure on the bed, as if satisfied, smiled blissfully and got up to leave the Wooden Hut.
Before leaving, she pulled out one of senior brother’s inner robes from the wardrobe and slipped it secretly into her Storage Ring, murmuring:
“That wretched disciple… who knows where he’s gone.”
“Ah, if he doesn’t come back soon, there won’t be many old clothes left.”
Pervert!
Jiang Wan’er’s heart surged with turmoil, but in reality, she quickly covered her mouth, holding her breath and staying completely silent.
Only when Luozhilan’s figure disappeared from sight did she finally dare to exhale.
“Huff, I have to tell idiot senior brother this news.”
“Yes, this kind of pervert, idiot senior brother will definitely hate her!”
With these thoughts, she wiped the tear tracks from her cheeks and prepared to fly away.
But just then, a slender hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her back.
That cold voice was like falling into an abyss.
“What were you just about to tell that wretched disciple?”
It’s over. It’s all over!