“Come on, go dual cultivate with Senior Sister!”
“Dual cultivation?”
He Qiu’s mouth twitched, a little intimidated by An Lingran’s sudden assertiveness.
The latter realized her slip of the tongue and smiled, correcting herself:
“Just joking. What Senior Sister meant is, it’s time to go train… or has Junior Brother no longer need my company for practice?”
By the end, An Lingran blinked, her tone carrying a hint of pleading and unease, mixed with a fair amount of coaxing.
Faced with that kind of question, He Qiu didn’t even need to think before shaking his head in denial:
“Of course I do. Senior Sister’s foundation is profound. I hope you’ll continue to look after me on my future path as a sword cultivator.”
To He Qiu, An Lingran wasn’t just his senior sister—she was half his teacher.
He truly couldn’t do without the support of someone as capable as her.
As for An Lingran, when she first saw her junior brother constantly revealing his talent, she’d had a bit of self-doubt, worrying that he’d been hiding his true skill all along and no longer needed her guidance.
But now it seemed He Qiu still relied heavily on her.
That relationship hadn’t changed.
So An Lingran cherished their current bond.
She had to firmly hold on to the opportunity to tutor her junior brother and win over the one she had her eyes on.
“Then, no time to waste. Come with Senior Sister?”
As she spoke, An Lingran prepared to bring He Qiu back to the Origin Sacred Land to train.
The spiritual energy there was abundant, the environment quiet and elegant—unquestionably a blessed spot for any cultivator.
And as the Primordial Saintess, mistress of the Origin Sacred Land, An Lingran was more than happy to lend her private cultivation ground to He Qiu.
She was determined to properly groom her junior brother into a talent—
First, set a small goal: teach the little junior brother to become a young sword immortal!
With He Qiu’s talent—mastering the Fine Snow Sword Manual in just seven days—plus having the Primordial Saintess herself as his teacher, this small goal shouldn’t be hard, right?
Of course not.
As long as the junior brother listened obediently and trained diligently, it was a hundred percent achievable!
Daydreaming about the day when He Qiu would become a young sword immortal, then tearfully and gratefully marry his saintess senior sister, An Lingran’s heart swelled with joy.
Feeling confident, she took He Qiu’s hand and led him all the way to the door.
Then she summoned her sword spirit, stepped onto the front of the blade, and turned back to signal He Qiu to get on, ready to fly back to the Origin Sacred Land.
“Senior Sister, fly a little slower…”
He Qiu stepped onto the sword as well, looking uneasy.
After the roller-coaster-like sword flight experience with Luo Qianning, he was still a bit scared.
An Lingran was a little puzzled.
She hadn’t expected that her little junior brother might actually be afraid of heights.
But seeing it this way, his uneasy, timid expression as he tried desperately to hide his fear was really cute.
She wanted to tease him.
“Actually, Senior Sister’s sword flight is pretty fast. If Junior Brother isn’t steady, you can hold my waist.”
As she spoke, a barely visible smirk curled at the corner of An Lingran’s lips.
The words were pure nonsense, said on purpose.
A Spirit Realm Level 7 sword cultivator with Twin Sheng Spirit Veins—how could she possibly be unsteady while sword flying?
An Lingran just saw He Qiu being a little anxious and couldn’t resist scaring him, purely wanting him to hold her…
She wasn’t pretending anymore.
She just wanted his body.
“…”
Behind her, He Qiu wore a grim expression.
He felt like this scene was familiar:
Back then, Luo Qianning had flown ridiculously, straight up into the clouds, leaving him unable to stand steadily, his legs shaking badly from fear, so he’d ended up embracing her slender waist.
Could it be that Senior Sister Lingran was going to pull the same trick?
Were they really from the same sect, both fond of doing this?
Did Master Xue Yin teach them that…
Good sisters, please don’t do this anymore.
This junior brother is really scared.
After mulling it over, He Qiu still had a serious psychological shadow.
Being scared by An Lingran like that made him even more panicked.
So he decided not to be shy anymore and directly hugged the silver-haired woman’s soft waist from behind—thump.
Eh…?
Huh?!
Huh?!
Up front, An Lingran’s beautiful eyes froze.
She looked down and found that the boy’s arms had somehow wrapped around her waist, the position rather ambiguous.
Blushing, the silver-haired woman bit her lip lightly, her pretty face unable to hide a pink flush.
Actually, she’d just said that casually.
She never imagined her junior brother would be so decisive—hugging without any hesitation or pretense.
Was this a hint that, psychologically, he wasn’t averse to her body…
Of course, An Lingran didn’t mind.
Feeling her junior brother’s warmth and the pressure of his embrace, An Lingran’s mood soared, and she took off on the sword.
As the altitude increased, the boy’s arms around her tightened nervously, as if afraid she would drop him and run away.
It was clear he was really uneasy, which was why he held on.
An Lingran loved this feeling.
She could clearly sense that He Qiu couldn’t do without her.
Who wouldn’t want to be relied on by someone they liked?
Preferably for him to never be able to leave her.
But thinking about her junior brother’s past deeds, An Lingran didn’t think he was a coward.
He had stood alone against dozens of elite demon cultivators—would he really be scared of something as trivial as sword flight?
Could it be that he really did have acrophobia?
The congenital kind.
Thinking that, An Lingran dialed back her playful mood, focused on flying steadily, doing her best not to let the sword vibrate and scare He Qiu.
She was soft-hearted after all; she wouldn’t mess around just because she wanted his body.
Behind her, He Qiu noticed that the ice sword beneath his feet was incredibly stable, and he finally relaxed a bit.
Was he really afraid of heights?
Afraid of heights, but not completely.
Only a little scared—no more than that.
Originally, of course, he hadn’t been afraid of heights.
But after being scared by Luo Qianning, he’d developed acrophobia—not congenital, but an acquired psychological scar that wouldn’t fade easily.
Thankfully, An Lingran’s ice sword was rock steady.
Even at high speed, it flew smoothly without turbulence, the blade so stable it couldn’t be more so.
He Qiu felt it was about the same experience as riding an airplane in his previous life.
Except airplanes were enclosed, while Senior Sister Lingran’s ice sword was convertible, showing that her control was even better.
But even with the steady flight, He Qiu didn’t let go.
He found holding his senior sister’s waist gave him a strong sense of security, and her body fragrance was pleasant and pure.
Since she didn’t seem to mind, he shamelessly kept holding on.
Holding my fiancée senior sister’s waist should be fine, right…
No problem, perfectly reasonable.
Lost in thought, He Qiu couldn’t help but entertain a willful idea.
Senior Sister Lingran was far too good to him; he couldn’t resist relying on her.
But he didn’t plan to marry her, so doing this made him a scumbag, irresponsible.
Fine, I just want to take advantage of Senior Sister. I’m pathetic.
After wrestling with himself, He Qiu gave up.
Besides, even in the conservative, feudal world of cultivation, it wasn’t said that a woman’s waist couldn’t be touched, right?
Strictly speaking, this wasn’t sullying his senior sister’s chastity.
So, no need for guilt. Just hug and be done with it.
He Qiu completely freed his mind from restraints, holding An Lingran’s soft waist all the way, feeling thoroughly at ease.
He had to admit—women were quite nice, at least in terms of smell.
When you hugged them, your brain released dopamine, making him feel satisfied and comfortable…
Maybe going to dual cultivate with Senior Sister isn’t so bad?
He Qiu thought to himself.
…
Inside the attic, Zi Menghan was still doing housework all alone.