Chapter 100: Qian Bingxue’s Painting Style is Off

Qian Bingxue could not help developing a little interest in Ye Wenxin. As her gaze fell on the girl, she noticed Ling Jue also happened to be looking at her.

When their eyes met, their gazes averted. Luo Miaoyi saw this by chance, quietly saying to Ye Wenxin, “We’re done for, Young Master Ling looked at Head Senior Sister.”

Ye Wenxin laughed at this, “Why does your little head think about these things all day long?”

“I’m worried for you.”

“Relax, these two can’t possible see eye to eye,” Ye Wenxin objected, stuffing a pastry into Luo Miaoyi’s mouth, her words carrying deep meaning.

Luo Miaoyi was more puzzled, “How is it not possible, they’re both beautiful.”

Luo Miaoyi was still unconvinced; in her eyes, Head Senior Sister was the best-looking person aside from the master. Although she was a little cold, she had countless admirers.

Ling Jue was also a remarkable figure, and their identities matched well. If they were to be together, it would be quite a tale.

“Well, how could there be romance when the genders don’t match.” Ye Wenxin showed a playful expression, but as the words left her mouth, she felt something was off. Although Ling Jue dressed as a man, fundamentally she was still a woman, so the statement might imply Ling Jue’s relationship with Qian Bingxue was likely.

“Oh, I see now. I understand.” Luo Miaoyi, however, seemed to grasp something from Ye Wenxin’s words, her sudden flash of insight causing Ye Wenxin a pang of guilt.

Regardless, the words were out, and Ye Wenxin continued to nibble on a pastry, asking passersby for information about nearby pharmacies.

With her stock of herbs depleted, Ye Wenxin intended to purchase some herbs that were unavailable in small towns, lest she be bored to death upon returning to the Azure Wings Sect.

As for the trip to Shura Hall, Ye Wenxin was confident she could infuriate that Hall Master with just three sentences.

As time passed, the group wandered around, listening to the discussions around them. Rumors about the thirteen-year-old Advanced Alchemist had spread, leaving Ye Wenxin marveling at the speed of the world’s gossip mill.

“Wenxin, you’re famous now.” Ling Jue listened to those rumors, worried Ye Wenxin had shown off too much.

“How was I supposed to know these people would have such big mouths? Anyway, it’s fortunate that we’re leaving tomorrow.” Ye Wenxin adjusted her mindset. For better or worse, as long as others did not cause her trouble, Ye Wenxin would naturally not bother to kill people.

Besides, now that her Iceborn Constitution was activated, if she used Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng’s identity, some people with a bit of brain might link the Demon Lord with Ye Wenxin.

When that time came, that would be the beginning of a nightmare.

Regardless, Ye Wenxin was determined to protect her peaceful life.

“Ah, I miss Fairy Fengya.” Ye Wenxin thought of Fairy Fengya and, in this moment outside, she longed for the leisurely life in the cave.

“Hmph.” Ling Jue’s expression darkened, but Ye Wenxin only laughed louder.

“I miss her quiet.”

“Little Sister Wenxin, do you mean I’m noisy?” Ling Jue was further dissatisfied, assuming Ye Wenxin was implying she spoke too much, unlike the quiet Fairy Fengya.

“How could that be? Fairy Fengya is the type who ignores the things happening outside her window, she would definitely not talk to others no matter what they say to her.” Ye Wenxin was helpless, hastily explaining the reason she liked Fairy Fengya.

Even if Ye Wenxin fed her a Spring Return Pill, Fairy Fengya remained quiet as usual, displaying no happiness, anger, sorrow, or pleasure; this was not within the realm of what the average person was capable of.

And due to caring too much about her, the recent Ling Jue would always make Ye Wenxin feel like Ling Jue was an abandoned mistress. Needless to say, Ye Wenxin dared not to voice this out loud, worried that Ling Jue would secretly slip her a Spring Return Pill in anger, and then that would truly be game over.

“Oh, sounds like Little Sister Wenxin seem to get along well with Fairy Fengya.” Ling Jue listened with even more suspicion. If she remembered correctly, Ye Wenxin was busy studying, while Fairy Fengya was busy in closed door training. There was no connection between them at all.

Ye Wenxin’s current tone was as if they already knew each other for many years.

“I know her, but she doesn’t really know me.” Ye Wenxin by no means minded the implications in Ling Jue’s words. Ever since Fairy Fengya became famous, Ye Wenxin had been gathering information about her.

Fairy Fengya’s whereabouts, the people she met, her activities, even how many disciples she took away, Ye Wenxin knew it all. The most serious incident was when she got so angry that she coughed up blood in the main hall, causing some elder of the Wind and Moon Palace to think there was an opportunity for rebellion. As a result, the rebel naturally died spectacularly, beheaded in public.

Thinking now, her actions straight up looked like what a crazy fan would do.

“Little Sister Wenxin really likes Fairy Fengya.” Ling jue was even more jealous seeing the slight tenderness in Ye Wenxin’s eyes, inadvertently revealing her girlishness. Noticing this, Ye Wenxin was scared witless and denied in a hurry.

“No, impossible, hogwash! Brother is the one I like most.” At first, Ye Wenxin wanted to call her ‘Big Sister Ling’, but unable to ignore the other two’s presence, Ye Wenxin had to forcibly change her wording.

Ling Jue smiled softly, “It’s fine, Wenxin can like whoever she desires, I’m not greedy, just leave a place for me, hm?”

The words were so cheesy that even Luo Miaoyi beside them almost jumped up, but Ye Wenxin just gave a wry smile, unsure how to respond.

The human heart was both vast and small; it was good enough if her heart could allow one person inside. Although the feeling that Ling Jue gave her was very good, Ye Wenxin still bore some rejection.

She could not shake off the feeling that if she agreed, this sisterhood would undergo a qualitative change.

“So stingy,” Ling Jue could not help but mutter to herself at Ye Wenxin’s lack of reaction. The girlish demeanor paired with her current handsome appearance was so weird that it gave Ye Wenxin goosebumps.

“When you can truly be yourself, I’ll consider leaving you a spot,” Ye Wenxin surrendered, but she set up a flag, neither disappointing Ling Jue, nor giving her too much hope.

To Luo Miaoyi, the two sounded like they were talking in riddles. She glanced at Qian Bingxue beside her, an aggrieved look on her face.

“You and him don’t suit,” Qian Bingxue once again reminded Luo Miaoyi.

Luo Miaoyi lowered her head in response, and then after a long time she raised her head to look up at the sky. The moonlight was just right tonight, but a few drops of rain came from nowhere, making the moonlight somewhat chilly……

Night quietly departed, and early morning arrived again, repeating endlessly.

Ye Wenxin had not slept together with Luo Miaoyi last night, enjoying a quiet alone time. As for Luo Miaoyi, Ye Wenxin heard she sneaked into Qian Bingxue’s bed in the dead of night, and there was nothing more after that.

“Little Sister Wenxin, are you up?” When the day just slightly brightened, Ling Jue came over to knock on the door again.

Ye Wenxin ran over to open the door for Ling Jue, her eyes subconsciously looked around inside, yet she realized there was no one else except Ye Wenxin.

“Why are you by yourself?” Ling Jue was confused, so Ye Wenxin told her the matter about Luo Miaoyi running to Qian Bingxue’s room last night.

“Isn’t she afraid of her senior sister, why would she run over there?” It became increasingly strange the more Ling Jue thought about it, and odd images naturally emerged in her mind.

Shura Hall was famous for their dual cultivation technique, giving Ling Jue the persistent feeling that it had become hard for Luo Miaoyi to control her emotions, so she went to her senior sister for some ‘private’ time.

“I guess she went to seek comfort.” Ye Wenxin could not help but have dirty thoughts. She locked eyes with Ling Jue; both were curious about what transpired between Luo Miaoyi and Qian Bingxue during the night.

“How about we go check it out?” Ye Wenxin made a suggestion, but Ling Jue hesitated.

“It’s no big deal, just taking a look,” Ye Wenxin tempted further, and after some thought, Ling Jue reluctantly agreed. The two moved towards Qian Bingxue’s room.

Little did they know, when they knocked on the door, the attendant had beaten them to it, informing them that the two ladies had already gone downstairs.

“It seems like they really did something last night,” Ye Wenxin speculated further, earning a glare from Ling Jue. “This girl, what are you thinking at your young age? Even if Shura Hall’s cultivation method is like that, it doesn’t mean they did anything like that.”

Ling Jue’s words were reserved, but that handsome face could not help blushing.

Seeing Ling Jue’s contradictory demeanor, Ye Wenxin did not bother justifying it and swiftly headed downstairs, expecting she would witness the affectionate scene between the icy beauty Qian Bingxue and Luo Miaoyi.

When she went downstairs, Luo Miaoyi was wearing a large cotton-padded coat and sipping on watery porridge, looking extremely ill.

“So, Miss Luo, what did you and your Head Senior Sister do last night?”

“Head… Senior Sister didn’t let me sleep on the bed, so I had to lean against the table. As a result… I caught a cold,” Luo Miaoyi explained the reason for her current condition, making Ye Wenxin even more aware of the stark gap between reality and ideal.

The so-called ‘senior sister and junior sister story that had to be told’ was nowhere to be found. And one of the parties involved, Qian Bingxue, acted as if she had not heard Luo Miaoyi’s plight, leisurely sipping her morning tea, looking refreshed as if she had slept well…

Luo Miaoyi’s cold did not change everyone’s plans. Right after finishing their meal, Qian Bingxue summoned her flying magic item. Luo Miaoyi was sneezing while she got on, her sickly appearance looking increasingly pitiful.

Having such a senior sister, one could not help but wonder whether Luo Miaoyi was lucky or unlucky.

“I’m asking quietly, is your Head Senior Sister good to you?” Ye Wenxin could not resist gossiping again, and the naïve Luo Miaoyi immediately replied, “Of course she is.”

“How so?”

Luo Miaoyi opened her mouth to answer, but after thinking for a while, she could only smile awkwardly, seeming unable to pinpoint exactly what was good about her Head Senior Sister.

“Forget it, just take this pill first.” Ye Wenxin looked at Luo Miaoyi with even more sympathy in her eyes. She thought that the people from Shura Hall were probably all good, innocently sweet women like Luo Miaoyi.

However, when Ye Wenxin stepped into the legendary Shura Hall, she realized that the legends were true.

(End of Vol. 1 – The Demon Lord’s Escape Progress: 1%)

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