“Uh…”
Suddenly invited by An Lingran to cultivate together, He Qiu felt a bit torn, because the conflict between him and Luo Qianning wasn’t resolved yet, and the most painful part was that he couldn’t resolve it in front of An Lingran.
If he had to put it bluntly, there really was something shameful between him and Luo Qianning—after all, lifting her skirt was a pretty vulgar act…
After a moment of hesitation, He Qiu glanced at Luo Qianning across from him, then nodded in agreement:
“Yeah, it’s about time I went to cultivate.”
Just now, the look he gave Luo Qianning conveyed that the compensation terms from earlier would be discussed in the afternoon, and for now he had no choice but to go cultivate with Senior Sister Lingran.
However, seeing He Qiu about to leave with An Lingran, Luo Qianning wasn’t having any of it.
Slap.
Just as He Qiu passed by the girl’s side, his arm was suddenly grabbed.
Ahead, An Lingran noticed something was wrong and looked back, only to find Luo Qianning holding the junior disciple’s arm.
The cherry-blossom white girl looked up to meet the senior sister’s startled gaze, put her hands behind her back, and smiled brilliantly:
“Since both senior sister and junior disciple are going to cultivate, then Qianning will join too?”
“Conveniently, senior sister can guide junior disciple in Sword Arts, and I’ll be in charge of tutoring junior disciple in Spirit Arts.”
For a moment, the atmosphere froze again.
An Lingran was silent for a long while before finally speaking coldly:
“I think when the junior disciple is focusing on cultivation, he probably wouldn’t want too much noise around him, right?”
“Ah, well…”
The question was thrown to the person concerned, and He Qiu, caught between the two senior sisters, had absolutely no idea how to respond.
After a brief exchange of looks, seeing that He Qiu was also at a loss, An Lingran took the initiative to continue:
“Besides, I know a thing or two about Spiritual Cultivation as well. More than enough to tutor the junior disciple. No need to trouble Junior Sister Qianning today.”
“Is that so?”
Luo Qianning smiled ambiguously, and her tone grew increasingly hostile: “Senior sister is utterly masterful in Sword Arts with remarkable achievements—on that, I truly can’t compare…”
“But when it comes to Spiritual Cultivation, Senior Sister Lingran probably isn’t as skilled as I am, right? I remember that senior sister’s second cultivation path is Array Formation, and the third hasn’t even been unlocked yet. From that perspective, senior sister doesn’t seem to know all that much about Spirit Arts.”
“…”
Without a word, they stared at each other.
An Lingran half-closed her cold eyes, staring expressionlessly into the cherry-blossom girl’s eyes, her gaze full of warning.
Luo Qianning, completely unconcerned, responded with a confident, smug smile.
Finally, An Lingran took a breath, then let it out gently, and said in a low voice:
“Does junior sister mean she wants to have a competition with senior sister?”
The moment the silver-haired woman said those words, an icy chill burst forth.
The entire room was filled, shrouded, and covered by terrifying cold air.
The cold, faint smile in the girl’s beautiful eyes grew increasingly piercing.
She was genuinely displeased now, her brow filled with warning.
She didn’t want to share the cake—her stance was already clear.
But on top of that, Luo Qianning refused to read the room, insisting on fighting her for it, her words even brimming with provocation.
That was something An Lingran couldn’t tolerate.
She couldn’t understand what had gotten into this junior sister today, why she was determined to oppose her.
On the other end, after a brief moment of cold sweat and fear, Luo Qianning refused to back down, revealing her own edge, resisting the suppression of the senior sister’s Spirit Realm Seventh Stage with her Fifth Stage Spiritual Energy.
She had a stubborn temper too.
Honestly, when it came to occupying He Qiu’s time, she wasn’t at the point where she absolutely had to fight for it.
She just wanted him to respect her more, to keep her company—it hadn’t reached the level of some possessive, man-stealing obsession between a man and woman.
So, what Luo Qianning came to see He Qiu about today didn’t have to be resolved right now; talking about it another day would work just as well.
But what really bothered Luo Qianning was An Lingran’s scrutiny and wariness of her, as well as An Lingran’s eagerness to take He Qiu away.
This made the former feel incredibly aggrieved—she felt that the senior sister was suspecting her of stealing a man!
Admittedly, her relationship with the junior disciple was a bit complicated, and they had crossed certain lines, but she was only interested in him, wanted to play with him.
How could that be called liking, or stealing a man?
An Lingran suspecting that was like saying Luo Qianning, the most popular and beloved junior sister, had completely fallen for the junior disciple He Qiu after just a few days of interaction, throwing herself at him like she couldn’t live without him!
But that was a misunderstanding! How could Luo Qianning be such a frivolous, wanton woman?
How could she possibly have improper thoughts about her senior sister’s fiancé so casually?
She clearly just wanted to throw a little tantrum, make the junior disciple apologize to her, and then, as originally planned, regain his respect…
As for “liking” and all that, how could it be decided so easily!
So, Luo Qianning felt that she had been looked down upon and doubted by her senior sister, and she was very unhappy about it.
Was she really that kind of person?
So, the more An Lingran cared, the stronger her possessiveness, and the more Luo Qianning sulked and refused to give ground!
Because of some past events, Luo Qianning never liked this icy-cold senior sister An Lingran to begin with.
After today’s high-handed grabbing of He Qiu and showing off, she couldn’t stand it even more.
Why should He Qiu belong exclusively to her?
Because they were “fiancé and fiancée”?
But in the end, that was only “engaged”!
It wasn’t actually married.
What could a mere marriage engagement prove?
And more importantly, that day He Qiu publicly rejected An Lingran.
It was obvious he had no feelings for the senior sister.
So, An Lingran’s possessiveness over He Qiu could at best be called unrequited love.
Therefore, He Qiu’s true identity was still the shared junior disciple of both Luo Qianning and An Lingran—their status was equal.
That being the case, Luo Qianning felt she wasn’t in the wrong.
Why should she give in just because An Lingran scared her?
What kind of twisted logic was that?
Today, she refused to accept it.
Why should the senior sister suspect her of being a sneaky cat just because she saw her chatting with the junior disciple?
Questioning Luo Qianning’s character?
Today, she was going to fight back!
Make this aloof Saintess An Lingran sweat a little too!
“Alright then, if senior sister wants a competition, then junior sister will accompany you~”
With a cold smile, Luo Qianning responded.
…
In the corner of the room, Zi Menghan was trembling, her entire body suppressed by the icy Sword Intent.
As a Demon Cultivator, she absolutely couldn’t withstand this.
Without a doubt, An Lingran was truly angry!
When it came to An Lingran’s Spiritual Energy and temper, no one understood it better than Zi Menghan, who had personally experienced her on the battlefield!
Compared to her own identity as the Demon Sect Princess, Zi Menghan felt that the silver-haired woman before her was the real born “demon witch.”
If she truly reached the peak of her anger, she would go berserk—when enraged, rivers of blood would flow for ten thousand miles!
Zi Menghan was terrified.
She had a special “trauma” specifically for An Lingran.
The moment she sensed the latter’s Spiritual Energy, she would recall the silver-haired girl who slaughtered indiscriminately on the battlefield back then.
She was truly scared right now.
In this Longyin Sect, Young Master He was unfathomable, An Lingran was her natural enemy, and even a girl her age like Luo Qianning dared to face the Primordial Saintess head-on and fight over a man—a fearless warrior…
Zi Menghan was now deep in enemy territory, panicking like crazy.
She suddenly realized that in this entire Xueyin Lineage, she—a dignified Demon Sect Princess and a genius demon girl at Spirit Realm Sixth Stage—couldn’t afford to provoke a single one of them!
Damn it, what kind of devils were these people—
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