128 - Confession (Ying Cheng)

Chapter 128: I Like You Qi Xian Qing's words caused Yan Jue's heart to soften entirely. Yan Jue looked up steadily at Qi Xian Qing, unwilling to avert her gaze. The pace at which Qi Xian Qing drank gradually slowed. A faint crackling sound resonated around them. Someone, having drunk too much, couldn't even hold their jug steady. Time trickled by. For this competition, Xie Zi Jin from the Zhenhuo Sect had also signed up. She had already downed five jugs and her vision began to blur as her mind grew hazy. Out of the corner of her eye, she discreetly observed Qi Xian Qing. Spotting the ten or so empty jugs under Qi Xian Qing’s table, Xie Zi Jin's expression turned to admiration. The junior disciples of the Zhenhuo Sect had immense reverence for their senior sister. In this world, is there anyone else who could drink like Senior Sister, without a hint of change on her face? Certainly not. Moreover, this wine-tasting competition, on the surface, was merely about drinking, but it was truly a test of internal strength and true energy. If one's true energy was ample and internal strength robust, it could transform excess alcohol in one's system with no adverse effect. Another half hour passed; someone tossed their bowl aside and succumbed to sleep at the table. Through it all, Qi Xian Qing continued to sip her drink nonchalantly, the sunlight illuminating her lips with crystalline drops and a light flush warming her pale cheeks. Qi Xian Qing’s gaze fell on a dark-skinned girl not far away. Dressed in a short tunic, the girl was well-built and drank a gulp of strong liquor with her head thrown back. Liquor dribbled down her chin in a carefree manner. Qi Xian Qing had seen the girl during individual matches, apparently a contestant from the Mu Yin Sect named Cheng Xi, who had participated in previous drinking competitions. Qi Xian Qing had a vague sense that this was a formidable opponent, perhaps the only one on the field. Her façade remained unchanged as she continued her steady sipping. Gradually, fewer people lingered around Qi Xian Qing, while her collection of bottles grew. Yan Jue had ceased communication with Qi Xian Qing since earlier. Silently, she calculated how much Qi Xian Qing had drunk, narrowly perceiving the slight tremor in her hand holding the cup. Yan Jue frowned. An eerie silence settled over the Wulong Plaza. Every gaze was drawn to Qi Xian Qing. No one anticipated that Meng Heng Jun, the Zhenhuo Sect’s most formidable fighter, also possessed such extraordinary drinking stamina. At this moment, the red-faced Cheng Xi staggered to her feet and pointed at the attendant disciple: "Bring me another jug of Dukang Wine!" The crowd buzzed with surprise. Who would've thought Cheng Xi could still handle a jug of potent Dukang after drinking so much? Yan Jue almost felt inclined to admonish in disbelief, for now, only she and Qi Xian Qing were left standing. Unless Cheng Xi conceded, Qi Xian Qing wouldn’t relent easily. Yan Jue knew Qi Xian Qing’s disposition all too well. The attendant disciple responded with a "Right away!" and hurried over with a deep red jug of Dukang Wine. Before the attendant reached Cheng Xi, Cheng Xi swayed, lost her footing, and collapsed under the table. Everyone: "..." Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief and turned her gaze to Qi Xian Qing. Qi Xian Qing wasn't aiming to break any records. She merely didn't want to fall short of her mentor’s expectations. After Cheng Xi fell, she glanced at the scoreboard on the horizon to see her score surpass the highest, then set down the wine jar. Qi Xian Qing casually picked up the Bei Hai Xuan Tie at Yan Jue's feet, then stood up, her snow-white garment fluttering with the breeze. Despite having consumed so much alcohol, Qi Xian Qing maintained her ethereal and aloof demeanor, her face devoid of extra emotion. Yan Jue's heart twisted watching. The melodious sound of a bell tolled again, and cheers erupted. "Did I just see that? Meng Heng Jun won!" "Who knew Meng Heng Jun could fight and drink so well? Amazing, she’s really carrying the banner for Zhenhuo Sect at crucial moments." "Twenty-six jugs, can you believe it? Unlimited capacity!" This was the final entertainment match, and everyone’s spirits soared with excitement. Instinctively, Qi Xian Qing looked back, her bright almond eyes searching the crowd for Yan Jue. Yan Jue, donning a blue and white pleated skirt, lifted her eyes to meet hers across the distance. Qi Xian Qing saw Yan Jue beaming with happiness, giving her a thumbs up. Yan Jue frequently made such random gestures, and Qi Xian Qing was long accustomed to it. Her deep blush-colored eyes fixated on her momentarily before she prepared to leave. Yan Jue suddenly sent her a voice message: "Where are you staying tonight?" Qi Xian Qing paused: "After the awards ceremony, I might return directly to the Zhenhuo Sect." "Not feeling too well." When Qi Xian Qing claimed discomfort, it was genuine. After drinking so much earlier, it was remarkable she was still standing. Yan Jue's brow furrowed slightly; if Qi Xian Qing went back to Zhenhuo Sect tonight, who would care for her? Yan Jue replied, "Wait for me outside the Qin Yun Hall; I'll come for you later." Qi Xian Qing was taken aback, her deep eyes narrowing as she stared unwaveringly in Yan Jue's direction. Yan Jue: "Do you hear me? Don’t go with anyone else, wait for me to come get you." Zhao Wen excitedly approached: "Senior Sister, when did you develop such drinking capacity? We had no idea." Qi Xian Qing felt dizzy, and her footing was weak and unsteady. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wen pushed her back a few steps; sensing something, he quickly supported her: "Sorry, Senior Sister." Chen Yi Nan, standing nearby, urged: "Senior Sister, hurry and claim your prize at Qin Yun Hall. I remember the winner of the drinking contest receives an excellent bottle of Lotus Wine, which is among the finest in the world." After stabilizing herself, Qi Xian Qing walked out of her spot. Her steps remained steady; without the heavy scent of alcohol, no one could tell she’d just consumed so much. - Qin Yun Hall. Since today was the final entertainment match, the elders' speeches were exceptionally long, likely because the wine-tasting left many attendees incapacitated, and the hall was sparsely populated. Qi Xian Qing stood, expressionless, listening. The elder concluded the speech by dusk. Only then did Qi Xian Qing receive her prize. The Lotus Wine was encased in a jade bottle, cool to the touch, with the lid securely sealed. Outside Qin Yun Hall, the setting sun spilled like blood. Qi Xian Qing lazily leaned against a pavilion bench, her long legs swinging as the intoxicating alcohol buzz gradually reached her head. Qi Xian Qing closed her eyes briefly. "The sky’s about to darken, Senior Sister, let's head back to rest," Zhou Leng, standing by Qi Xian Qing's side, wore an odd expression. Qi Xian Qing had consumed many jugs earlier, seeking points with strong liquor specifically; even a man would struggle after downing ten plus bottles of hard liquor in one go. Zhou Leng understood precisely what it meant for Qi Xian Qing to drink so many. In all probability, Qi Xian Qing wasn't entirely coherent now. Despite appearing calm, the more collected Qi Xian Qing acted, the more Zhou Leng felt unnerved. Qi Xian Qing’s vigilance was notably high; typically, she wouldn't allow anyone close in such a condition. Zhou Leng was allowed proximity because she was Qi Xian Qing's trusted junior disciple, arguably one of the more reliable people by her side. But despite being evidently intoxicated, Qi Xian Qing remained there. What was there to say... Zhou Leng hesitated, suddenly sensing a wave of spiritual energy behind her. Spinning around, Zhou Leng abruptly saw Yun Zhen alighting gracefully, treading the breeze to land outside the pavilion. The ruddy sunset sky had nearly faded, leaving a warm red light draped against the darkening night expanse. A refreshing evening breeze drifted through. Yun Zhen approached with a soft smile: "You performed excellently, Xian Qing." Yun Zhen was in high spirits. Initially considering victory lucky after two wins, she hadn’t anticipated her disciple showing such promise with yet another win. Now the Zhenhuo Sect achieved an entertainment grand slam, hahahaha. Qi Xian Qing barely lifted her gaze in response. She mustered the strength to stand up and wanted to bow in respect. Yun Zhen held Qi Xian Qing steady, "No need for formalities, not after drinking so much." Turning to Zhou Leng, Yun Zhen instructed, "You may return." Zhou Leng hurriedly replied, "Yes." Yun Zhen watched Zhou Leng's retreating figure, then looked back at Qi Xian Qing, "Xian Qing, do you wish to return to Zhenhuo Sect tonight, or…?" Qi Xian Qing: "I'm waiting for someone." Yun Zhen: "Hmm?" The words barely left Qi Xian Qing’s mouth when footsteps echoed on the cobblestone path. Yun Zhen turned abruptly, spotting Yan Jue in her clean blue-white pleated skirt, carrying a wooden pot as she approached. Yan Jue froze the moment she saw Yun Zhen. Yun Zhen appeared a bit surprised, "Xiao Yan?" Looking back and forth between Yan Jue and Qi Xian Qing, Yun Zhen suddenly recalled the incident at Mount Fuxian, her face revealing a teasing smile. Yan Jue felt a chill under Yun Zhen’s gaze. She bowed respectfully, "Master." Yun Zhen: "So Xian Qing was waiting for you, Xiao Yan, wasn’t she?" Yan Jue's face flushed completely, and her eyes began darting anxiously as she struggled for a response. Qi Xian Qing, ever candid, nodded, "Indeed." Hearing this, the amusement in Yun Zhen's eyes deepened. She naturally understood the nature of her disciple's character. Although Qi Xian Qing appeared amiable and respectful outwardly, she was in fact exceedingly cautious. Qi Xian Qing resembled a small animal that preferred to hide away and lick its wounds. Typically, after drinking like this, she’d find a quiet place to rest and reappear the next day as though nothing had happened. But here she was, waiting for Yan Jue... Indeed, it seemed Qi Xian Qing genuinely liked Xiao Yan a lot. Yun Zhen approached leisurely and gently patted Yan Jue on the shoulder. "Take good care of Xian Qing tonight." Yan Jue: "..." As soon as Yun Zhen finished speaking, Qi Xian Qing staggered over, placing a hand on Yan Jue's arm. When Qi Xian Qing got closer, Yan Jue caught a whiff of the strong scent of alcohol on her. The fragrance of a celestial spirit body was usually sweet and clean; it was the first time Yan Jue had detected this kind of scent on Qi Xian Qing. The usual sweet aroma mixed with the smell of alcohol didn’t become unpleasant; instead, it added a mature and sensual allure to Qi Xian Qing. Yan Jue maintained her bow of respect towards Yun Zhen, ignoring Qi Xian Qing. With her vision blurred, Qi Xian Qing reached out in vain, failing to grasp Yan Jue. Qi Xian Qing squinted, barely perceptibly furrowing her brows, and yanked Yan Jue's sleeve forward. Caught off guard, Yan Jue stumbled, falling into an embrace as Qi Xian Qing wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin wearily on Yan Jue's shoulder. Scenting the pure, milky fragrance from the girl, Qi Xian Qing finally relaxed and let out a soft sigh. Yun Zhen watched, wide-eyed and incredulous, before finally speaking, "Is this proper?" Yan Jue hurriedly chimed in: "It's okay, I act like this when I drink too." Yun Zhen: "Xiao Yan, let me tell you something." As she gently patted Qi Xian Qing's back, Yan Jue respectfully replied, "Yes, Master." Yun Zhen said, "In everyday interactions, don’t indulge her too much." Yan Jue was taken aback. Yun Zhen furrowed her brows slightly, seemingly envisioning a scenario: "I’m genuinely worried she might lock you up one day." Yan Jue: "?" Yun Zhen patted Yan Jue's shoulder, offering her something with a concerned expression. "Look after Xian Qing tonight. If she tries anything, use this—" Presented before her was a long, slender black rope. In the fading light of the setting sun, the rope shimmered with a faint glow, its intricate knots appearing strong and secure. Yun Zhen explained, "This is the Heart-Penetrating Cord. It can bind anything before you according to your will. Should you struggle against Xian Qing, use this." "Prepare for Xian Qing tonight." Before Yun Zhen’s words could sink in, Qi Xian Qing had already sensed that her master was stirring things up between her and Yan Jue. Qi Xian Qing furrowed her brow subtly, lifting her gaze slowly to send a reproachful look towards Yun Zhen, seemingly displeased. Yun Zhen found it amusing yet couldn’t help but sigh. There was nothing she could do—she knew her disciple’s temperament all too well. Outwardly cool and composed, but with a fiercely possessive streak towards what she cherished. The last time they parted, Er Niang had specifically warned her that if anything happened to Yan Jue at Wulong Mountain, she wouldn’t let it slide. Yun Zhen kept this warning in mind, not daring to let Xiao Yan suffer grievances. "…" With Yun Zhen's departure, Qi Xian Qing lowered her head and fell silent for a breath or two. Just as Yan Jue worriedly looked at her, anxious she might be upset, Qi Xian Qing slowly lifted her head, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly as she pulled something from her sleeve. It was the Bei Hai Xuan Tie. It had reverted to its typical form. If it weren't merely a magical implement, Yan Jue would have given it a few thumps. Holding the Bei Hai Xuan Tie in her hands, Yan Jue silently recited an incantation, and it lengthened, transforming into a golden collar. The two returned to the Ice Peach Grove, where Qi Xian Qing lay against the bed with closed eyes, silent. Yan Jue brought the sobering soup, watching as Qi Xian Qing slowly drank it. As Yan Jue stood to leave, Qi Xian Qing grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, wrapping her arms around her from behind, her warm breath brushing against the nape of Yan Jue's neck. Qi Xian Qing lazily nuzzled her, "Where are you going?" Yan Jue, sensitive due to her approaching cycle’s end, felt overly sensitive. Instinctively, she tightened her hold on Qi Xian Qing's arm. "To fetch water from the washroom." Qi Xian Qing: "Turn around." Sensing something odd in her tone, Yan Jue turned cautiously, only to be met with a kiss from Qi Xian Qing. Qi Xian Qing's body was soft; perhaps due to intoxication, her kissing skills left much to be desired. Pushed onto the bed, Yan Jue not only bumped her head but also had her tongue awkwardly bruised several times. Finally unable to bear it, she pushed Qi Xian Qing away, "Qi Xian Qing! Your kissing is really..." Qi Xian Qing paused her actions, looking up at her. As Yan Jue sighed in relief and tried to escape, she realized too late that she, too, had picked up a faint scent of alcohol on her body. Her heart skipped a beat. As Yan Jue moved, she suddenly heard Qi Xian Qing exhale deeply, whispering, "Am I boring?" Yan Jue: "…Why would you think that?" Qi Xian Qing: "There’s so much I don’t know." "But I’ve already started to learn." Yan Jue: "Learn... what?" Qi Xian Qing looked at her for a long moment, then stood up, pulling Yan Jue towards the window. Her steps were tentative, unsteady. Curious, Yan Jue supported her as they walked. Before them stood Qi Xian Qing’s study desk, its shelves laden with dense ancient tomes. Qi Xian Qing extracted a light green box, returning to the bed to open it, spilling out its contents. Yan Jue: "..." They were colorful illustrated books. Without saying anything further, Qi Xian Qing furrowed her brow slightly, worrying as she quickly flipped through the pages, her arms trembling slightly. Suddenly perceiving something, Yan Jue secretly panicked. Perhaps her attitude earlier on the bed had been too off-putting, as Qi Xian Qing’s mesmerizing almond eyes had, unbeknownst to Yan Jue, turned red. Desperately trying to calm her mind, Qi Xian Qing struggled with these illustrated books. Though familiar, their content evaded comprehension. As Yan Jue glanced at the books, she involuntarily gulped, picking up one adorned with fox illustrations. The picture books were quite risqué, and on the very first page, Yan Jue came across a young girl with a tail straddling another woman, leaning down to kiss her. Perturbed, Qi Xian Qing suddenly felt arms wrapping around her waist. Yan Jue embraced Qi Xian Qing, gazing up at her elegant features, speaking softly, "It’s alright, let's try again." It was almost as if she was coaxing her. Returning to bed, Qi Xian Qing held Yan Jue lightly, her fragmented kisses falling on the girl’s forehead. Having already experienced the first attempt and fearing Yan Jue might despise her, Qi Xian Qing moved with especial caution. Kisses trailed downward, from soft lips to the hollow of the throat. Yan Jue adored Qi Xian Qing, and lying there with Qi Xian Qing nuzzling against her, she felt as though she might ignite inside and out. It was unbearable... Qi Xian Qing closed her eyes lazily, contentedly holding her. Yan Jue glanced around, cautiously saying, "Senior Sister, let’s take a bath first." Qi Xian Qing: "Study first." Yan Jue: "..." Watching Qi Xian Qing, Yan Jue suddenly felt an urge to scratch her head. Abruptly, she remembered Yun Zhen’s rope. Unwilling to listen to reason, Qi Xian Qing might be better off tied up and taken for a bath. Qi Xian Qing dearly loved cleanliness, and if she slept like this, she’d feel awful in the morning. Thinking as much, Yan Jue's eyes flitted furtively as she retrieved the Heart-Penetrating Cord from her master’s storage pouch. She was halfway through invoking the spell when Qi Xian Qing noticed. Qi Xian Qing caught her hand, gripping the black rope with the other, and asked softly, "What is this?" The fragrance of a celestial spirit mixed with mild liquor wafted through her senses, and Yan Jue's mind went blank for a split second. Yan Jue: "Master gave it... I wasn't planning to use it." Qi Xian Qing squinted at the black cord for a while, seemingly pondering its function. Being a highly spiritual object, being with Yun Zhen for so long, the black cord had developed its own sentience. Though Yan Jue only chanted half the spell, the next moment the cord, understanding her intention, acted on its own, wrapping snugly around Yan Jue’s wrist. Yan Jue’s mind buzzed, her entire body tensing up. Yan Jue’s pale skin made the black cord stand out starkly, the intertwining extremes of black and white strikingly pronounced. Her eyes widened slightly, startled, yet so captivating that it was hard to look away. Qi Xian Qing couldn’t help but gaze in awe, sincerely admiring, "Junior Sister is truly beautiful." Yan Jue: "..." Qi Xian Qing leaned in, enveloping her lips with a languid kiss, alternating between pressing and lingering. The kiss was filled with a surging sensation, causing Yan Jue's tail to slip out involuntarily. As Qi Xian Qing kissed and caressed her, Yan Jue's hands remained tightly bound, a dull ache spreading from her wrists. Despite her attempts to struggle, she was utterly immobilized, and a few uncontrollable sounds escaped her as her tails trembled slightly. This was bad... Her ears were about to pop out too... With a swift "whoosh," the bindings on her hands were suddenly released. Yan Jue clutched the bed sheets tightly. "Qi Xian Qing..." Yan Jue's pale face flushed an intense red, her mind swirling as if she, too, were drunk. This couldn't go on... Hearing her voice, Qi Xian Qing slowly released her. Their lips parted, the dim candlelight revealing a glistening thread of intimacy. Qi Xian Qing then leaned down to lap up the remaining moisture. Yan Jue felt as if she were about to explode, her entire being a blazing inferno, tears clinging to her long lashes. Meeting Qi Xian Qing's deep, dark eyes, something in her mind snapped. Yun Zhen had advised her to guard against Qi Xian Qing. But she simply couldn't. Her feelings for this person were too strong... Anything the other did, she could tolerate. Resting her hands upon Qi Xian Qing's shoulders, Yan Jue stared at her for a moment before, like a deflated balloon, raising her hand—marked with a red line from the rope—to firmly embrace Qi Xian Qing’s neck. Burying her head into Qi Xian Qing's neck, she murmured softly, "Do whatever you want." The room fell silent, save for the flicker of candlelight by the window. Yan Jue's heart pounded, feeling Qi Xian Qing still. Truthfully, she preferred for Qi Xian Qing to have her when she was fully aware, so that she could truly feel hers. But if it was Qi Xian Qing, anytime was fine. A gentle warmth pressed against her forehead. Qi Xian Qing gazed at Yan Jue for some time. "Thank you, Junior Sister." Having drunk so much today, her way of thinking differed from usual. If she really did something now, it would be unfair to Yan Jue. Qi Xian Qing lowered her gaze, her eyes lingering affectionately over Yan Jue's face. The girl's white skin had a hint of red, like a red lotus blooming in the snow. Standing up clumsily, Qi Xian Qing staggered towards the bathroom. "Time for a bath." Yan Jue was slightly taken aback. At last, Qi Xian Qing was ready to bathe. Yan Jue quickly got up, bustling about, fetching clean clothes from the wardrobe and following Qi Xian Qing closely. Squinting, Qi Xian Qing stepped inside the screen and without expression, began undoing her belt and outer robe before Yan Jue, revealing her exquisite curves and porcelain skin, which made Yan Jue reflexively shut her eyes in fright. The bathtub was surrounded by swirling steam. Qi Xian Qing turned back to Yan Jue, her expression softening as she took her hand. "Come in." With closed eyes, Yan Jue's surroundings turned into pitch blackness, her senses heightened. Come in? Where to? She followed Qi Xian Qing, raising her eyelids just a sliver. Suddenly stepping on something, her heart seized, and she stumbled straight into the warm water. "Plop—" Qi Xian Qing reacted swiftly, raising a hand to cradle her neck to prevent a collision, yet Yan Jue was still startled, clutching Qi Xian Qing’s shoulders tightly. Both fell into the water. - Yan Jue learned firsthand how terrifying it was to see a typically composed person completely inebriated. Flushed and clinging to the bathtub, she found herself embraced by Qi Xian Qing, who observed her intently. The ripples circled them. After finishing her wash, Qi Xian Qing dried her hair, waiting. Yan Jue cleaned herself thoroughly in the tub before getting out. Seated on the bed, Qi Xian Qing expressed a desire to stroke the little fox cub. Yan Jue insisted she sleep, but she refused. Left with no choice, Yan Jue transformed into a small red fox. In the dim light, the little red fox sat on the floor gazing up at her, with large black ears flattened against its head, and whiskers twitching gently. Qi Xian Qing: "Turn around." Yan Jue bared her teeth, hissing at Qi Xian Qing as she grudgingly spun in circles before her. Leisurely reclining on the bed, Qi Xian Qing's eyes twinkled with laughter. "Jump." With a leap, Yan Jue wagged her six big tails, continuing to grumble at Qi Xian Qing. Exhausted from spinning, she finally jumped onto the bed, into Qi Xian Qing's lap, her heart still racing. Absentmindedly, Qi Xian Qing smoothed her fur, feeling a growing pain in her throat, her mind becoming even more muddled; with the effects of the potent wine lingering, she was nearing her limits. Closing her eyes, Yan Jue was on the brink of sleep when she heard a gentle whisper by her ear, "Ah Jue." Yan Jue's ears twitched, glancing up at her. Qi Xian Qing: "I like you." Yan Jue instantly blushed, stifling a soft whimper as all six tails tucked tightly together. - The following day dawned beautifully. The first rays of sunshine pierced the room, birdsong barely audible from outside. Waking up, Qi Xian Qing pressed her aching temples. Although she generally had a high tolerance, she’d drunk quite a bit yesterday —some of it was exquisitely brewed spirit wine, not easily absorbed. As a result, her head still felt slightly fuzzy. Lifting the soft blanket, Qi Xian Qing paused faintly as she noticed something. A small red fox lay beside her, its fur a vivid scarlet, paws skyward, whiskers slightly twitching, and its furless belly a pale pink under the sunlight. Qi Xian Qing vaguely remembered last night's events. Watching the fox, she hesitated momentarily before gently patting its belly. Yan Jue opened her eyes, the clear amber eyes filled with confusion. Then, lifting a small black paw, she stretched. Returning to her human form, Yan Jue curled beneath the covers, with only her head visible, standing a bit awkwardly with a stray lock of hair sticking up. Softened by affection, Qi Xian Qing clasped Yan Jue's wrist, bending to plant a light kiss on her. Suddenly, something nudged onto her shoulder. Momentarily startled, Qi Xian Qing noticed Yan Jue closing her eyes, her hand pushing gently on Qi Xian Qing's shoulder. Qi Xian Qing queried softly, "Ah Jue, what's wrong?" Hearing Qi Xian Qing's voice softened Yan Jue's heart, though she continued feigning indifference, emitting a hum and saying lightly, "I'm very angry. Think about how to appease me." Qi Xian Qing fell silent for a moment, seeming to recall last night's occurrences. While she hadn't completely forgotten, her recall of the details was somewhat hazy. Rarely did she get drunk, and typically after drinking, she'd just go to sleep. What happened last night… Perhaps her antics had indeed vexed Yan Jue. Attempting to mollify Qi Xian Qing, Yan Jue quickly dressed beneath the cover of the quilt. Qi Xian Qing got out of bed. With her undergarments on, Yan Jue finally sat up, smoothing her disheveled hair when she unexpectedly saw Qi Xian Qing moving about, bending to pick up her embroidered satin shoes lost in last night's chaos. Qi Xian Qing came over, leaving Yan Jue guessing her intent. Suddenly, the realization dawned on her. Yan Jue's lips gradually curved into a smile, her feet sinking into the soft carpet. Kneeling beside the bed, Qi Xian Qing methodically helped her put on silk socks, then shoes. Qi Xian Qing's cool hands clutched Yan Jue’s slender, fair ankle. A sudden shiver raced up Yan Jue's spine, and her ear tips flushed bright red. Feigning nonchalance, Yan Jue diverted her gaze. Once Yan Jue's shoes were on, Qi Xian Qing helped her robe up, catching a glimpse of the red marks on Yan Jue's wrist. The marks were faint, hardly considered injuries, but conspicuous given Yan Jue's fair skin. Qi Xian Qing knitted her brows slightly, the memory of last night a bit foggy, even with some recollection remaining. Raising Yan Jue's hand and gently caressing it, Qi Xian Qing pressed her lips against it. "What happened here?" Locking eyes with Qi Xian Qing, Yan Jue felt the urge to exaggerate, "You tied me up." Qi Xian Qing: "..." Really, she was too naughty. "You know how much trouble you gave me last night, don't you? Making me turn into a fox, spin, jump." And not even a treat for doing so. Yan Jue nonchalantly asked, "As compensation, shouldn't you act as my ‘servant’ for a few days?" Raising an eyebrow, Qi Xian Qing questioned, "Servant?" Yan Jue explained, "It means serving me when I'm tired, carrying me around, and ensuring I don’t bump into things. If you did that for a few days, my anger might just dissipate." Qi Xian Qing studied her closely, those typically calm black eyes surprisingly appearing somewhat confused. Unable to hold back anymore, Yan Jue stifled her laughter while heading for the door: "Forget it if you won’t." Qi Xian Qing seemed perplexed: "But aren’t I already your servant?" Yan Jue could no longer contain her laughter, yanking on Qi Xian Qing's sleeve as she erupted in mirth. - After the last wine tasting competition, team matches would ensue. Once the entertainment contests concluded, the secret realm of the Five Dragons would open daily, increasing from two to five hours each day. Returning to the dormitory, Yan Jue couldn't resist raising her hand, glancing at the plaster on her wrist. Qi Xian Qing’s plasters were always effective, cool and soothing on injuries. Now, the redness had completely vanished. Yan Jue yawned as she placed the precious Lotus Wine Qi Xian Qing had used to cheer her up on the table. As soon as it touched the surface, the greedy Bei Hai Xuan Tie detached itself from her neck and looped around the wine repeatedly. Yan Jue remarked, “...As if you could actually drink.” Bei Hai Xuan Tie remained silent, and Yan Jue continued her self-talk, “Are you as formidable as Meng Heng Jun?” Still, there was no response. Suddenly, Yan Jue noticed a gourd on the table she hadn’t seen before. Shaking it gently, it produced a crisp sound, and upon opening, she found it filled with spirit-nurturing pills. This was likely sent by Yun Rang via flying crane, meant to trade for the second soybean clue. Yan Jue knew it was safest to get Yun Rang to prepare spirit-nurturing pills. Since she refused to ally with Yun Rang, the only way Yun Rang could access her clues was by purchasing them. She was in charge, and this meant she could request anything she wished. The condition of requiring two hundred spirit-nurturing pills could either be seen as a deliberate challenge or something else Yun Rang needed to interpret. However she chose to perceive it didn’t matter because Wulong Gate strictly forbade disciples from privately trading clues, meaning Yun Rang wouldn’t publicize this transaction. Even if someone investigated, the trail would lead only back to Yun Rang. After verifying the contents, Yan Jue wrote down the second clue on paper and sent it to Yun Rang. In theory, all teams involved in the group competition would eventually acquire the clues. The sect periodically announces answers to previous clues. The group competition serves as a catalyst to ensure all participating disciples feel engaged. Yan Jue understood it wouldn’t be long before everyone had the second clue. Yun Rang came to her for an early advantage. --- Wulong Plaza bustled with activity. Yesterday’s final entertainment match had just concluded, and nobody anticipated that Qi Xian Qing, known for her divine presence, would turn out to be such a wine connoisseur. The secret realm had yet to open, so everyone stood gathered, enthusiastically discussing the events of the previous day. "What’s even crazier is that Qi Xian Qing drank so much strong liquor yesterday. She looked the same after drinking as she did before—it's unreal." "Right? The treasured brews held by Wulong Gate aren’t to be underestimated. My roommate joined the wine tasting competition and ended up scrambling up a tree to mimic a monkey once back." "And our Senior Sister seemed to hold back too—it appeared she stopped drinking once she surpassed Cheng Xi's score, making me suspect her tolerance far exceeds what we saw." Within the crowd, Qi Xian Qing stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the unopened secret realm above. Xie Zi Jin, standing beside her, wore a sullen expression. Xie Zi Jin had also participated in yesterday’s wine competition, collapsing after five or six jugs and spending the night vomiting. She almost didn’t wake up today. Seeing Qi Xian Qing like this, Xie Zi Jin couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, "Senior Sister, were you alright last night?" Qi Xian Qing replied, "Yes, I was fine." "I slept soon after getting back." Xie Zi Jin asked, "How do you drink that much and still fall asleep without fuss?" Qi Xian Qing had always avoided causing trouble—the idea of drunken antics seemed forever distant to her. Xie Zi Jin was green with envy. Du Ming observed Qi Xian Qing from a distance, longing evident in his eyes. "Even if Senior Sister was drunk, I'd gladly care for her all night." Yan Jue interjected, "You wouldn’t want to." Du Ming: "Why, have you?" Yan Jue: "…I may not have, but being with someone who’s drunk isn’t exactly pleasant." Du Ming: "Senior Sister is an exception. I wouldn't mind being forced upon by her." Yan Jue: "..." Standing nearby, Duan Lu Xi chuckled, adding, "In relationships, you have to be careful not to indulge your partner too much. I know a junior sister who was always clinging to her dao partner and eventually got dumped." "Just because you’re drunk doesn't mean you can do as you please." Their conversation was interrupted as an elder clad in a purple-red robe ascended the stage, cheerfully announcing, "The secret realm is about to open. Have all of you prepared to explore the new world?" At its core, Wulong Sect is much like a school. Down below, the disciples shouted in unison, "We're ready!" With two fingers, the elder traced gently through the air, prompting the arc-shaped secret realm above to emit a soft glow. The gateway to the secret realm opened. Instantly, waves of golden light unfurled across the sky. Disciples activated their magical implements and began flying in one by one. Yan Jue had already informed her team that, since the second clue hadn't been deciphered, today's group contest would still be a day of free activity. As soon as the secret realm opened, Yan Jue descended. Waiting beneath a towering ancient cloudsong tree, she soon spotted Qi Xian Qing approaching on her celestial sword, Candlelight. Today, Qi Xian Qing wore a long skirt in deep ink shades, her long hair loosely tied. Possibly due to yesterday's excessive drinking, her complexion remained pallid, and she looked fatigued. Spotting Yan Jue beneath the tree, Qi Xian Qing’s almond-shaped eyes curved slightly, "Have you been waiting long?" Her team members weren’t as easily convinced as Yan Jue's, resulting in the delayed action. Yan Jue replied, "My legs are sore." She didn't elaborate, but Qi Xian Qing understood her meaning immediately. Qi Xian Qing hurried over, whispering, "Why didn't you find a place to sit?" Yan Jue responded, "It’s dirty on the ground." Qi Xian Qing: "I'll carry you, okay?" Standing close, Qi Xian Qing gently placed a hand on Yan Jue's shoulder. Yan Jue inhaled Qi Xian Qing’s scent, feeling her legs weaken. Yan Jue agreed, "Mm..." Qi Xian Qing squatted slightly for Yan Jue to climb on, smiling as she looped her arms around her neck. The secret realm was vast, offering ample space for them to draw close without worry. Together, Yan Jue and Qi Xian Qing soon located the stream from the other day, quickly following it to where Sect Master Mu Zhong Zi’s soul resided. The cave entrance remained chilling and filled with a sense of lifelessness. Upon entering the cavern, Sect Master Mu Zhong Zi’s spirit floated out from a jar. Mu Zhong Zi regarded Qi Xian Qing, "Xian Qing, you’re here?" Even as a spirit, the sect master retained the dignity and pride of an eighth-realm cultivator. Despite being alone in the cave, enduring endless fear, he managed to keep a composed demeanor in front of Qi Xian Qing. To Mu Zhong Zi, Qi Xian Qing was like a daughter. Seeing her return, the weight he'd carried in his heart eased. Observing Mu Zhong Zi, Qi Xian Qing's expression showed no ripple of change. Her aura always remained cool and aloof, intimidating without a smile. Facing those eyes, Mu Zhong Zi felt a twinge of unease, "What’s the matter? Why are you staring at me like this today?" Yan Jue suddenly chimed in, "Sect Master Uncle, how can you prove you're truly the sect master?" "Do you doubt I'm not the real sect master?" Mu Zhong Zi's whiskers bristled, eyes widening with indignation. "I am undoubtedly the sect master." "Nonetheless, the current situation is dire and caution is advisable," Qi Xian Qing added, drawing two fingers gently through the air, a light cyan halo emanating. "Sect Master Uncle, my apologies." Soul search! Upon seeing her movement, Mu Zhong Zi felt the impulse to curse. The quiet cave echoed with the sect master's cries. Never had he imagined that, as an eighth-realm cultivator, he’d be subjected to a soul search by his own disciple. But perhaps it was for the best... As long as Xian Qing trusted him enough to take him away, any relief from his solitary dread in the cave would suffice. Half an hour passed before it all finally ceased. Retracting her divine sense, Qi Xian Qing, witnessing Mu Zhong Zi's spirit thoroughly exposed, knelt low in apology, "Sect Master Uncle, my deepest apologies." The sect master's remnant spirit was already weak and couldn’t withstand Qi Xian Qing’s scrutiny. Following her soul search, Mu Zhong Zi’s spirit grew fainter, nearly blending with the surrounding air. But despite glaring in frustration, Mu Zhong Zi found himself powerless against his disciple, left merely muttering in exasperation. Pulling out two prajna leaves from her sleeve, Qi Xian Qing offered, "Sect Master Uncle, please rest here temporarily." Mu Zhong Zi watched as she slowly unfolded the prajna leaves on the ground, moving his lips to ask, "Xian Qing, have I treated you well?" Now as a spirit, even if he retained remnants of his eighth-realm power, he was weak due to the lack of incense offerings. In this world, spirits can exist, but only thrive through incense devotion. Without it, they gradually become mindless soul wraiths. In recent days, within the dark cave, the sect master had experienced unparalleled fear, making him now feel like an old, anxious man. He wanted to understand his standing with Qi Xian Qing, ensuring she wouldn't abandon him. Reassuring him, Qi Xian Qing replied, "Rest assured, Uncle. I will not abandon you." The sect master finally revealed a contented smile, gently floating down to rest on Qi Xian Qing's prajna leaf. Watching from the side, Yan Jue found the scene inadvertently amusing. Suddenly, Mu Zhong Zi recalled something: "Xian Qing, where is Chu Fu?" Back when Chu Fu joined, Sect Master Mu Zhong Zi had high hopes for him. Mu Zhong Zi had promised Chu Fu's father to take extra care of him, even going so far as to promise to find him a good wife and had instructed Qi Xian Qing to look after Chu Fu. However, during this group competition, Qi Xian Qing hadn’t been accompanying Chu Fu. Instead, by her side was a young disciple whom Mu Zhong Zi had never seen before. He found this odd. Qi Xian Qing replied, "Chu Fu fell into demonic possession." Mu Zhong Zi frowned slightly. "Demonic possession? He's from such a loyal and honorable lineage. How could that happen?" Sitting on the ground, Qi Xian Qing recounted the recent events to Mu Zhong Zi. As he listened, Mu Zhong Zi's expression grew increasingly grave. Mu Zhong Zi said, "First, take me out. We can discuss this further once we're outside." Qi Xian Qing acknowledged, "Yes." She carefully rolled up the prajna leaf on the ground. As Mu Zhong Zi's spirit was enveloped by the prajna leaf, he caught a glimpse of that fresh-faced, flower-like young disciple moving close to Qi Xian Qing, affectionately grasping her hand. Yan Jue swung Qi Xian Qing's hand back and forth, "Let's go." Qi Xian Qing turned to look at her, a slight smile forming at her lips. "Where do you want to go later?" "I'm heading to the nearby forest to pick some fruit." "Shall I join you?" Noticing this intimate gesture and the affectionate tone of their conversation, Mu Zhong Zi was momentarily taken aback before his entire figure was cocooned by the prajna leaf. Nevertheless, he didn’t dwell too much on it; after all, such exchanges between two girls were fairly common. He knew Qi Xian Qing was quite popular among her peers at the Wulong Sect.