“Hey, Junior Brother, don’t you really want to spend some time alone with your Senior Sister and discuss… the profound mysteries of swordplay?”
Exhaling softly into his ear, Luo Qianning’s beautiful eyes curved into two crescent moons.
She looked naturally yet immensely charming, a temptation that could be called a killer for any straight man.
However, He Qiu didn’t buy it at all—
“No, there’s no need.”
He even wanted to quickly shake off the hand Luo Qianning had wrapped around his arm.
‘Truly powerful figures are all profound, mysterious, and keep a low profile… This silly girl who brags about being a master is obviously a “cloud player” who pretends to know what she’s talking about!’
‘If I learn the sword from her, I’ll definitely end up ruined.’
‘Woman, don’t interfere with my sword practice!’
With a face full of resistance and disgust, He Qiu tried to shake off this clingy Senior Sister, only to find that her grip was too strong to break free.
“Humph!”
Luo Qianning let out a muffled groan of shame and anger, stomping her feet in frustration.
She had clearly seen the disdain in He Qiu’s eyes just now—naked disdain!
She, Luo Qianning, was a famously popular Junior Sister in the sect.
She had the looks, could play both the cute and mature roles, and possessed both cultivation level and talent.
Yet, after acting so cute and inviting him so coquettishly, she was actually being despised by a new Junior Brother?
This was too strange.
“You, you’re not allowed to leave! Make yourself clear!”
Luo Qianning gripped He Qiu’s arm tightly.
He Qiu looked pained, feeling as though he had been entangled by a woman who was making a scene over nothing.
“It’s not that, I just don’t have anything to say…”
“Say it! Why did you reject me!”
As Luo Qianning spoke, she puffed out her cheeks and questioned him even more angrily, “Wait, that’s not right. Why do you even have the right to reject me? Are you very powerful? What right do you have to look down on a Senior Sister’s kind invitation! Tell me!”
“I never said I looked down on you. I just like practicing alone. Is that not allowed?”
“No! Am I, your Senior Sister Qianning, not good-looking? Why do you insist on practicing all alone? Or do you like men? You have a beautiful Senior Sister accompanying you and you still look unhappy. You, you, who do you think you are! Waaaaah—you’re so annoying, you brat! Why are you so hateful? As a boy, can’t you just humble yourself a bit and give in to a girl who wants to be a little willful?”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Luo Qianning talked herself right into a breakdown.
She was flustered, truly flustered.
She balled up her small fists and pounded them against He Qiu’s chest, but she didn’t actually use any force, so it didn’t hurt at all.
‘I’ve been caught by a nonsensical woman…’
‘So annoying, so noisy…’
He Qiu’s brows twitched slightly.
He still looked like he found the whole thing a hassle, as if he were looking at a clueless little sister from next door.
The last shred of respect he had for her as a Senior Sister vanished into thin air.
This expression, this look in his eyes…
Luo Qianning saw it all, and her heart burned with rage until her organs practically ached.
The attack power was low, but the insult was immense!
Luo Qianning, who had always been popular in the sect and pampered by her fellow disciples, had never been treated with such cold indifference!
“Darn it! You brat, you’ll regret this sooner or later!”
After struggling for a long time, Luo Qianning finally let go of He Qiu.
Then, in another fit of shame and anger, she turned to leave.
But halfway through her departure, the young girl seemed to suddenly remember something.
She turned back and stared at He Qiu with a resentful gaze.
“Junior Brother He Qiu, could it be that you like big-chested mature women like Senior Sister Ling Ran? That’s why you’re not interested in me, right? It must be that! I clearly smelled a cold aura on you just now that is similar to Senior Sister Ling Ran’s!”
“I don’t. Senior Sister Qianning, stop talking nonsense.”
He Qiu denied it, feeling utterly helpless.
But obviously, Luo Qianning was in the middle of a tantrum and wouldn’t listen at all.
She continued to follow her own guesses, offering a warning:
“Humph! Don’t blame this Senior Sister for not warning you. Senior Sister Ling Ran is a cold woman and very boring. Practicing swordplay with her… You, you’ll definitely die alone and become a steel-straight man that no one likes!”
“Uh, thanks for the reminder, then.”
Wiping the sweat from his brow, He Qiu nonetheless saw her off politely.
On the other side, seeing that even after she had said all that, her Junior Brother’s attitude remained so cool and polite, Luo Qianning couldn’t help but grit her teeth.
She felt a bitter taste in her heart.
This kind of indifference—pushing people a thousand miles away while still maintaining etiquette—was extremely similar to that of the cold-hearted Primordial Saintess.
However, compared to An Lingran, Luo Qianning felt that He Qiu had more of a scholar’s mortal nature.
He was a few degrees closer to being human than An Lingran, and his personality was gentler and calmer.
Overall, although she didn’t like the impression he gave, it wasn’t as repelling as the iceberg Saintess.
He Qiu wasn’t exactly repulsive; he was mostly just infuriating!
That cold, desireless, and ascetic personality didn’t seem like that of an adolescent boy at all!
Luo Qianning felt that her personal charm as a girl had been defeated—totally and utterly defeated.
In this regard, Luo Qianning’s view of He Qiu was fundamentally different from An Lingran’s.
“Humph, nerd!”
“Just go practice blindly by yourself!”
With another resentful snort, the girl left without looking back.
This time, her anger had truly flared up.
She was going to go down the mountain and buy ten sticks of candied haws and eat ten sugar men just to vent her frustration!
He really didn’t know what was good for him.
She had tried so hard to act cute for him, yet that Junior Brother didn’t feel a single heartbeat…
He was definitely asexual, or he just liked big chests, or he was just a total bore!
Everyone said that being cute was justice and that it worked everywhere in the world, but this logic didn’t seem to apply to He Qiu.
“Ugh…”
Looking into a jade mirror, the young girl pinched her soft, tender face, feeling extremely bewildered.
To be fair, regarding Luo Qianning’s natural cuteness alone, even Saintess An Lingran couldn’t compare.
Many new disciples who had just entered the sect regarded Luo Qianning as their “first love” in their dreams.
Her number of suitors among her peers was not one bit less than that of the Saintess.
Although Luo Qianning lacked the temperament of a high and mighty celestial like the Saintess, her lively, cute, and approachable personality had instead become one of her greatest advantages.
Countless disciples felt that admiring the Saintess was too far-fetched and unrealistic.
Thus, they changed their focus, making Luo Qianning their person of interest.
This made people feel that the goal was closer to reality and more relatable.
At the very least, when they met her normally, they dared to step forward and say hello without being frightened into silence by the Saintess’s iceberg-like temperament.
So, logically speaking, a young, innocent boy of Junior Brother He Qiu’s age shouldn’t be able to resist the charms of a cute Senior Sister like Luo Qianning!
It just didn’t make sense.
After finally getting a new Junior Brother, Luo Qianning thought she could finally escape the seniority of being the “Junior Sister” of her master and experience the feeling of being a respected Senior Sister for once…
But she never expected to be met with disdain at their first meeting.
This made her even angrier!
“He’s just a newly admitted Junior Brother. I kindly offered to teach him swordplay, and he actually doesn’t appreciate it and despises me instead… I refuse to believe it. Next time, I’ll make him fall for me and have him begging for my attention, calling me Senior Sister with every breath!”
“Junior Brother He Qiu, we’ll see about that!”