Limuqun’s eyes grew hazy, as memories floated to the surface like blocks of ice.
That was when he had just joined the Cloud Expanse Sect.
As an Outer Sect Disciple as ordinary as could be, she had to run back and forth every day between life and cultivation, barely able to keep up with it all.
He had no background, no patron, and even the cultivation talent he once prided himself on didn’t count for much here.
A shattered Dao Heart drifting like catkins in the wind, a fate tossed about like duckweed in the rain.
Little by little, no matter how steadfast his Dao Seeking, he couldn’t help but begin to doubt.
Can I really seek immortality?
He looked at those elders in the sect, those who were already advanced in years and forced into seclusion until death, and found himself distracted.
Would he end up like them?
Two lifetimes as a person, and in the end, just frittering away the years, living a mediocre life?
No, I can’t just sink into despair like this.
In order to stand out in the upcoming Outer Sect Grand Competition in a few days, he dug out a cultivation technique he’d once come across by chance.
This technique was extremely powerful and not difficult to cultivate; the only challenge was that it required the consumption of precious Spiritual Bird Eggs in tandem with cultivation.
But at that time, as an Outer Sect Disciple, he could barely eat Spirit Beast meat a few times a year, let alone find a Spiritual Bird Egg.
After much thought, he made a bold decision.
He would break the sect rules, risk his life, and sneak into the inner mountains of Spirit Beast Peak to steal an egg!
It had to be said, the goddess of luck really did favor Limuqun in some way.
He managed to accept a job cleaning the beast pens on Spirit Beast Peak, and with this guise, blended in successfully.
He even managed to take advantage of the Spirit Raven’s absence while it was out foraging, and finally stole the Spirit Beast Egg he so desired.
Just as he was preparing to leave, a crisp, angry voice drew his attention.
“Die die die! Elder Sister, you old busybody who pokes her nose into everything, go die! Second Elder Sister, you curse-obsessed weirdo who uses me for experiments every day, go die! Third Senior Sister, you love-brained fool, you should die even more times!!”
Hiding in a corner, Limuqun curiously poked his head out, only to see a petite, adorable girl with pink hair styled in a bun, furiously berating three Roast Pigs in the beast pen on Spirit Beast Peak, scolding each in turn.
The sight of this girl left Limuqun utterly stunned—even after two lifetimes, he had never seen a woman of such beauty. “Beauty that shames the moon and flowers, that could topple cities and kingdoms”—for the first time, these words had a concrete meaning to him.
At the time, Limuqun’s Dao Heart was not yet firm, and he couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances.
But what didn’t match the girl’s striking appearance and cute aura was her venomous tongue—her curses rolled out without pause, sending shivers down Limuqun’s spine.
Forget it, I should just leave this troublesome place quickly.
He tiptoed to leave, but somehow, a dried branch just happened to appear beneath his foot.
With a sharp “crack,” both he and the girl looked up in alarm.
Limuqun turned to run, but the girl was clearly faster than he was.
With a stumble, she caught up and pinned him against a tree trunk, glaring and asking, “What did you hear just now?”
Of course, Limuqun wasn’t a fool; he knew if he said the wrong thing, he might never recover.
No, no, think carefully.
Suddenly, inspiration struck. Bracing himself, he looked up and blurted out something completely unrelated: “So cute!”
That sudden declaration stunned the girl, who froze on the spot and asked incredulously, “What did you say?”
“I said, Fairy, you’re so cute!” Limuqun, knowing that shrinking away would only make him look more suspicious, straightened his back and said earnestly, “Fairy, you’re absolutely adorable when you curse people.”
“Huh?” The girl stared, and after a moment retorted, “Don’t you know who I am?”
But Limuqun just kept talking, “What does it matter who you are? I just genuinely think you’re very cute, Fairy.”
“Nonsense, pure nonsense.” Flushed from the unexpected praise, the girl still protested angrily, “You saw me cursing, and you’re just saying this because you’re afraid I’ll punish you, aren’t you?”
“Fine, fine! Now your crime has another count—being a glib-tongued liar!”
Limuqun shook his head, replying sincerely,
“I mean every word. How could it be a lie?”
“I’ve met many fairies, and without exception, they all put on airs, acting as if only they are the most reserved and pure in the world, above even a speck of dust or filth. The world’s full of fools who believe that fairies are all saintly maidens, living off dew, untouched by the mundane.”
“But what they don’t realize is, fairies are people too, with their own feelings and desires, their own emotions. Their feet sweat and, uh, might even stink—well, that I can’t be sure of.”
The more Limuqun spoke, the more impassioned he became. In the end, it almost sounded heartfelt.
“In short, Fairy, you’re nothing like those mass-produced, packaged fairies. You’re so real, so adorable! This is exactly what a fairy should be like in my imagination!”
The girl blinked her large eyes. Whether she was really fooled by his nonsense or not, she actually asked, “What’s your name?”
“Li—Limuqun.”
After a moment’s thought, Limuqun still chose not to lie.
After all, the girl obviously had an extraordinary background—who knew if she had a way to find out his real identity.
“Remember what you said today for the rest of your life.”
With those words, the girl actually let Limuqun go.
Wan’er.
The memories faded, and Limuqun slowly opened his eyes.
The identity of that girl went without saying—she was none other than Jiang Wan’er.
That was the story of how he and Jiang Wan’er first met.
From that day on, she seemed to cling to him, appearing every so often to “humiliate” him.
Limuqun used to treat this as a trivial thing, never taking it to heart.
But after experiencing so many things lately, he felt his own insight had taken a giant leap.
Now, thinking back, Limuqun realized the last words Jiang Wan’er said back then were a naked threat:
You must remember everything that happened today, because I’ll pester you for life.
So it turned out that, ever since he stumbled upon her secret that day, she’d marked him in her heart.
Limuqun clenched his fists.
No wonder, when he used the system to check her interests, there was only one line—“Wants to raise Li Senior Brother.”
She clearly saw me as prey, maybe even a pet!
Even more so, looking back on his cultivation journey, ever since he met Jiang Wan’er, his rise had been meteoric, eventually joining the inner sect and becoming Luozhilan’s disciple.
The naive Limuqun of the past thought it was just his effort and talent that brought him all this.
But looking back now, it was obvious that Jiang Wan’er had been secretly helping him all along!
So I wouldn’t run away, so I’d obediently stay by her side—she’d even go so far as to help me ascend to the inner sect behind the scenes?
The hidden hand of fate, weaving for a thousand miles,
No wonder she’s the Saintess of the sect—what a terrifying mind!
He held the slip of paper in his hand, but it felt unbearably heavy, scorching hot.
Jiang Junior Sister, do you really think you can make me submit with tricks like this?
You’re gravely mistaken!
I’ll use these Immortal Path Supplies to train ruthlessly!
When the time comes to achieve the Dao, who’ll be whose pet—it’s still undecided!
Clutching that pink Storage Bag—still seemingly warm with Jiang Wan’er’s touch—Limuqun, reminded by its warmth, dared not waste another moment.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate and cultivate.
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