Chapter 90 Junior Sister Switches to the Path of Ruthlessness 1 Junior Sister
[Welcome to the world of cultivation. The information for this small world has been sent. This mission is to seduce the male supporting character, Lin Yuwan.]
"Thump—"
After a splash, the voices of three or four boys mingled together.
"Oh no! Junior Sister has fallen into the pond!"
Who can swim?
"Master, Master, come quick! Junior Sister is drowning!"
A chubby hand struggled to its way out of the water, grasped at the air in vain, and then frantically slapped the surface of the water. The icy water made it impossible for her to open her eyes. She shouted "Help!" a few times, but choked and couldn't speak.
A force in the water wrapped around her feet, trying to pull her deeper. She was dragged into the water and turned around in a daze. Through the haze, she saw a boy's face that was innocent yet like a demon.
Before anyone could see clearly, the white-robed master arrived on the wind. With a flick of his long finger, his pinkish-white figure broke through the water's surface and was gently placed on the ground.
Yun Chiyi choked on the water and coughed for a long time. She squinted at the faces that surrounded her.
"Junior sister, is something the matter?"
The eldest brother half-squatted down and patted her back to help her catch her breath: "Were you scared? Don't be afraid, junior sister."
Several senior brothers chimed in, saying, "It's freezing cold. Quickly take your junior sister back to her room. Her cultivation level is low; she might catch a cold."
Yun Chiyi coughed until her face turned red, shook her head, and raised her trembling hand to point at the pond: "Master, Lin Yuwan also fell in..."
As if waking from a dream, Chang Heng raised his hand again, and a wet boy fell next to Yun Chiyi with a thud. The cold wind howled, and he lay curled up, trying to cough but unable to.
Yun Chiyi recovered and realized how cold it was. She stood up with a livid face, lifted her skirt with one hand, and touched Lin Yuwan on the ground with her foot. Her crisp voice trembled slightly: "Hey, you're not dead, are you?"
Lin Yuwan turned her head away, her wet hair covering most of his face, revealing only his reddened eyes. He was breathing heavily as he looked at her.
Yun Chiyi was startled by his gaze and trembled as she took a few steps back.
He was the one who pulled her by the foot underwater just now; this guy was trying to drown her.
Yun Chiyi's brow twitched slightly, then he stared at Lin Yuwan. This usually quiet ten-year-old boy would slaughter the entire Chengming Sect two years later. Yun Chiyi would be no exception; of the dozen or so people in Chengming, he hated her the most.
At this moment, Lin Yuwan knelt on the ground, curled up with his frozen body. He buried his head low, and his thin shoulders trembled from the cold weather.
Yun Chiyi had just entered the world and wanted to see his appearance clearly and learn more, but her senior brother Bai Qi took off his cloak and covered her shoulders: "It's cold outside, let me take you back inside."
She was led away from the pond, and when she tried to turn back, Bai Qi's shoulder blocked her view.
Not long after, Yun Chiyi returned to her room. After taking a bath, she wrapped herself in a thick quilt and stared at the charcoal fire in the room with her round eyes.
The Chengming Sect is a small sect. Chang Heng, the most powerful cultivator there, is only at the Golden Core stage. Yun Chiyi was picked up by Chang Heng at the age of three and has been cultivating for ten years, but she is still at the lowest level of Qi Refining. It can be said that she has neither talent nor comprehension.
In short, they're cannon fodder.
The system's voice didn't wake Yun Chiyi up; instead, she felt incredibly sleepy.
Yun Chiyi dozed off with her eyes half-closed. She couldn't understand what kind of deep-seated hatred Lin Yuwan had for Chengming that led to the burning of even the dogs in the yard.
Moreover, he's only at the Qi Refining stage; where would he get such great abilities?
Could it be that her daily humiliation of him has caused him to harbor so much resentment?
Based on past experience, the system knows right from wrong and won't let Yun Chiyi seduce a purely evil demon. There must be some catalyst for a villain to be a villain.
To be honest, Yun Chiyi knew very little about Lin Yuwan. When he officially appeared in the story, he was already a villain. He made a strong impression in the original text for thirty chapters, fought the male lead for three days and three nights, and was finally killed by the male lead's sword.
The door creaked open, startling Yun Chiyi, who jerked her head up, a look of surprise flashing across her childish face.
It's true what they say, don't talk about ghosts behind their backs, and here it comes.
Lin Yuwan came in carrying a bowl of medicine.
He changed into a blue disciple's robe, tied his hair back up, and revealed his forehead. Chengming was indeed a small and humble family; his senior brothers were all unremarkable in appearance. Only Lin Yuwan, though young, already had beautiful features, thick and dark eyelashes, and clear black and white eyes. However, he was somewhat thin, with little flesh on his cheeks, which made his eyes appear even more sinister.
"Junior sister, take your medicine."
Lin Yuwan placed the medicine bowl on the table, turned around and was about to leave. Her back was thin, and her waist was frighteningly thin.
"Stop right there! Who gave you permission to leave?"
Yun Chiyi jumped out of the warm bed, picked up the medicine, took a sip, and frowned: "The medicine is so bitter, how am I supposed to drink it? There are candied fruits on the shelf, go and get them for me."
Even for such a small matter, Lin Yuwan was already used to it, and she gritted her teeth as she went to get the candied fruit.
Yun Chiyi sat close to the charcoal brazier, her feet tucked in from the cold: "Lin Yuwan, did you intentionally push me into the water today?"
Lin Yuwan's gaze froze for a moment as she brought over the wooden box containing candied fruit: "Senior sister, are you trying to slander me?"
Yun Chiyi's voice gradually rose: "I was standing perfectly fine on the side. If you hadn't pushed me, how could I have fallen?"
"Lin Yuwan, you must never forget that it was I who kindly rescued you and brought you back to our sect a year ago, otherwise you would have starved to death in the mountains long ago."
Yun Chiyi finished her medicine in one gulp, her face scrunched up from the bitterness. She hurriedly grabbed a candied fruit and stuffed it into her mouth. She pointed to the charcoal brazier and said, "You're not allowed to go anywhere. You'll stay here and watch the fire for me."
Lin Yuwan frowned and pursed her lips, speaking in a low and soft voice: "Senior sister, I still need to cultivate."
There was no fire in his house and no medicine to take, so it would be strange if he didn't get sick the next day. And if he got sick, he would hold a grudge against her. It was a losing proposition.
Yun Chiyi said firmly, "Didn't I say you're not allowed to go?"
Lin Yuwan stood quietly for a long time, and after several unsuccessful attempts to refute, he squatted down and approached the charcoal brazier. The warm heat spread and enveloped his body, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He secretly moved to the side.
After settling Lin Yuwan in, Yun Chiyi glanced at him and saw that he was relatively safe, so she felt relieved for a while.
She picked up the pastry on the table and ate the whole thing in one bite.
Cultivation emphasizes fasting and avoiding impure air. Since no one in her sect strictly disciplined Yun Chiyi, she became accustomed to being unrestrained, eating and drinking as she pleased all day long.
The pastries masked the bitterness of the medicine, and her complexion softened considerably. She stood to the side to warm her hands before climbing back into bed.
"It's all your fault that I'm dizzy. I'm going to take a nap now. If I wake up and find the fire is out, you'll be in big trouble."
Lin Yuwan didn't even turn her head.
Yun Chiyi stopped making a fuss, pulled the blanket over herself and went to sleep. For some reason, perhaps because she had just entered this world, she felt extremely tired.
When she woke up again, it was getting dark. Lin Yuwan was still squatting by the fire in the same position, turning the embers from time to time.
Yun Chiyi rubbed her sleepy eyes, propped herself up on her hands, and sat up, yawning.
There was a knock on the door twice, and then the voice of the eldest disciple, Bai Qi, came through the door.
"Junior sister, I've brought you dinner."
Yun Chiyi threw off the covers and ran out of bed, two small dimples blooming on her cheeks. She opened the door with a big smile, but immediately smelled the aroma of stir-fried lettuce, and her expression turned sour.
What's so delicious about lettuce?
Bai Qi smiled, but when he saw Lin Yuwan squatting on the ground, his smile gradually disappeared: "What's Junior Brother doing in your room?"
Yun Chiyi didn't seem to care much: "I was just discussing the mental cultivation method with my junior brother."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuwan focused only on turning the brazier.
"When did Junior Sister become so diligent? Master will be very happy to know."
Bai Qi brought only a plate of stir-fried lettuce and a bowl of corn rice. He put them on the table, and Yun Chiyi glanced at them again, but she really had no appetite at all.
She tugged at Bai Qi's sleeve, stood on tiptoe to look at her senior brother who was two heads taller than her: "Senior brother, could you at least bring me a brown sugar steamed bun tomorrow? Vegetarian dishes are tasteless, and I won't have the energy to cultivate if I eat them."
Bai Qidao said, "Cultivators should purify their minds and reduce their desires, and they should especially restrain their appetites."
Yun Chiyi shook his sleeve: "Senior Brother!"
Bai Qi's expression softened, and he said helplessly, "Just this once."
As easy to talk to as ever, Yun Chiyi nodded with a smile.
Before leaving, Bai Qi took Lin Yuwan away. They had to take pills on the first and fifteenth of each month to consolidate their cultivation. Originally, Lin Yuwan's cultivation was low, and according to the rules, he could only receive one pill a month. However, he was exceptionally talented and had dual spiritual roots, so Chang Heng made an exception for him.
Yun Chiyi also had pills, one every seven days, a privilege even Bai Qi didn't enjoy. However, no matter how many pills she was given, it was all in vain; the original owner wasn't cut out for cultivation.
After dinner, Yun Chiyi put on her cloak and circled around Chengming a few times to observe her surroundings.
The Chengming Sect stands halfway up the mountain, with a waterfall to its right. It is the dead of winter, and a cold wind blows, carrying with it the chilly air and damp moisture of the mountain forest, causing Yun Chiyi to involuntarily hug her shoulders.
She jogged past the pond, her pink hair ribbons fluttering in the cold wind. Suddenly, she caught sight of several disciples practicing their inner cultivation techniques in the training room. Yun Chiyi stopped and peered inside with a curious gaze. They were a group of young men who were in a period of transition, all of whom Chang Heng had picked up from outside.
Chang Heng is usually stern and doesn't smile much, so why does he like picking up children so much?
Yun Chiyi went back to rest after getting tired of walking around, but she had slept too much in the afternoon and couldn't fall asleep while listening to the long cries of the mountain birds outside.
She stared wide-eyed until the cold moon hung high in the sky, then threw off the covers, got out of bed, and pulled out the Clarity Mind Manual that had been hidden under the bedding.
Living a muddled life is not an option. She needs to secretly improve her cultivation and find a way to save her life first, before figuring out how to win over Lin Yuwan and avoid Chengming's tragedy.
As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope."
She had just turned a page when the melodious sound of a flute suddenly drifted in from outside the window. The flute music sounded somewhat familiar and drew her attention. Immediately afterward, a distinct rhythm of drumming followed, echoing the flute music and resonating with the beating of her heart.
Upon closer listening, she could even hear indistinct human voices, broken and intermittent, with varying intonations, like singing, but speaking in a language she couldn't understand.
Yun Chiyi got goosebumps on her arms.
After a short while, the sound of the flute gradually faded away, and the drumbeats ceased. Yun Chiyi decisively put down her cultivation technique, lifted her skirt, stood up, and quietly pushed open the door to search for the sound of the flute.
She had just opened the door and was about to look around when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, followed by tinnitus. Everything went black before her eyes, and she let out a soft groan before collapsing straight down in front of the doorway.
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