Inside the attic, Zi Menghan was still doing chores all alone.
Just now, the Primordial Saintess had left with Young Master He.
The two were like a newlywed couple, holding hands as they went out, embracing each other while flying on the sword—how ambiguous…
Moreover, before leaving, she even said something about going to dual cultivate, without any regard that Zi Menghan could hear.
Being the revered Primordial Saintess admired by thousands, yet so frivolous, openly fooling around with her own Junior Brother in broad daylight—utterly shameless!
Zi Menghan watched from a corner of the room, feeling deeply unsettled, as if she were a lowly peeping tom.
But despite her displeasure, she didn’t dwell on it.
He Qiu was, after all, the Saintess’s fiancé. She was at best an outsider who had cut in halfway, without any right to criticize.
Moreover, most importantly, Zi Menghan was terrified of An Lingran from the bottom of her heart, with psychological trauma.
How would she dare to provoke the Primordial Saintess’s man?
She simply considered last night a moment of emotional impulse—an accidental mishap. She’d be more careful next time…
Thinking this, Zi Menghan tidied up the bed and sat down to rest.
With He Qiu gone, she was alone in the room.
At times like this, there was no need to continue playing the role of a “maid.”
She could finally relax her guard.
thump~
The girl pounced, her body spread out like the character “大” as she lay on the bed, rolling back and forth.
After a moment, having relaxed enough, Zi Menghan got up somewhat helplessly and stretched.
“By the way, I should investigate He Qiu’s background.”
She remembered something very important.
She was the princess of the Demon Sect.
Although, due to some complicated reasons, she had been forced to infiltrate the righteous sect Longyin Sect and serve as a maid to a righteous disciple, Zi Menghan couldn’t really forget her identity. She was no little servant girl!
While Young Master He is away, I should do something meaningful…
For example, investigate his background, his secrets, his true identity.
He Qiu was entangled with two popular Senior Sisters, Luo Qianning and An Lingran, in ambiguous relationships.
Combined with his suspicious behavior over these days, it was enough to prove that He Qiu was no ordinary person—there must be a huge secret behind him!
And Zi Menghan was now living under someone else’s roof, too passive.
If she couldn’t proactively grasp He Qiu’s secrets, she would only end up like last night—being humiliated, afraid to act.
‘Today, I’ll first search Young Master He’s bedroom…’
With that thought, Zi Menghan began to act.
But just as she was about to open the wardrobe, her gaze was unnaturally drawn to an ancient book on the bedside.
Her intuition told her that this ancient book was worth studying—it should be some kind of cultivation method.
A cultivation method was also crucial intelligence for cultivators.
If she could grasp the specific method the enemy practiced, she could formulate a plan based on its weaknesses, and at a critical moment, catch them off guard…
Zi Menghan was very concerned about He Qiu’s “weakness.”
Her own weakness was firmly in his grasp, and she urgently needed a weakness of He Qiu’s to break free from the controlled relationship.
While lost in these thoughts, she had already closed the wardrobe and walked to the bed to flip through the ancient book.
But as soon as her hands touched the book, the girl froze.
Her deep purple beautiful eyes widened, and a cold sweat trickled uncontrollably down her forehead.
She seemed to sense a surging, terrifying Sword Intent, too scared to move.
This…
“This is actually a Seven-Grade High-Quality Sword Manual!!”
Zi Menghan was dumbfounded.
The value of this sword manual was immeasurable.
If placed outside, it would be a treasure that could cause a bloody storm.
Countless bigwigs from both righteous and evil paths would covet a sword manual of this quality.
And the most absurd thing was that such a high-quality sword manual was now placed flat on the bedside by the outgoing Young Master He, like a tattered old newspaper, without being treasured at all.
Wasn’t he afraid it would get dusty?
Wasn’t he afraid it would be stolen by thieves?
Wasn’t he afraid it would be accidentally knocked to the ground and damaged?
Could it be…
In Young Master He’s eyes, a sword manual of this level was placed just like an idle book!
Zi Menghan’s hands holding the sword manual trembled slightly.
Connecting this with He Qiu’s hidden background, she suddenly felt a bit panicked.
Although, as the Demon Sect princess, she had seen seventh-tier cultivation methods before, and it wasn’t worth being shocked as a heavenly treasure.
But the key issue was that Zi Menghan’s own cultivation was only at Spirit Realm Sixth Stage.
She wasn’t qualified to cultivate or truly access seventh-tier methods.
All along, she could only look on with admiration and envy.
Yet He Qiu possessed a seventh-tier sword manual, and even casually placed it on the bedside, as if he was already tired of looking at it…
To Zi Menghan, this was undoubtedly a huge hint—He Qiu, Young Master He’s hidden cultivation level might have already broken through to the seventh stage!
Could it be that when he was being pursued by demon cultivators that night, he had deliberately hidden his cultivation?
His true goal was to lower Zi Menghan’s evaluation of him, making her think he was nothing special, and ultimately achieve the plan of “drawing the snake out of its hole”!
Gulp…
The girl broke out in a cold sweat.
The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became.
Last night, while suffering from poison, she had actually dared to attempt to ambush a big shot at Spirit Realm Seventh Stage with her sixth-stage strength?!
If he really got angry, showed his true cards, stopped pretending, and erupted with seventh-stage cultivation, subduing a mere Demon Sect princess would be as easy as reaching into a pocket.
He would truly do as the rumors said—rub Zi Menghan’s face into the ground.
How deep was his concealment?
No…
Wait a minute!
Just as Zi Menghan caught her breath from the previous fear, the moment she looked at the ancient book in her hand, she seemed to discover another blind spot that had been overlooked, this time even more shocking.
That was: why did Young Master He place this seventh-tier sword manual on the bedside, such a conspicuous spot?
Could it be…
He did it on purpose?
He had long known that when he was away during the day, Zi Menghan would rummage through boxes and cabinets, making small moves.
Therefore, before leaving, He Qiu deliberately placed the seventh-tier sword manual on the bedside, with the goal of letting the treacherous Zi Menghan discover it.
Was this a warning and a show of force to me?
Was this also within his calculations?
Zi Menghan’s head buzzed.
She couldn’t help but doubt her life.
He Qiu’s identity was like layers of enticing lotus flowers—the more curious she became, the more wicked thoughts she had, the deeper she sank, eventually falling into the trap again and again, scared speechless by the true face of the pistil, becoming more submissive and respectful to him.
Today, let’s leave it at that…
Can’t afford to provoke, can’t afford to provoke.
Even this princess is scared, okay…
Extremely guilty, Zi Menghan swallowed her saliva and carefully placed the cultivation method back on the bedside, daring not to continue searching He Qiu’s secrets.
She really couldn’t court death anymore.
Zi Menghan felt that she should honestly fulfill her duties as a “maid” and stop testing He Qiu’s limits.
If she brought fire upon herself, she wouldn’t even have time to cry.
As the saying goes: Curiosity killed the cat, including catgirls.
Some things are better left uninvestigated…
…
He Qiu followed An Lingran, flying all the way to the Origin Sacred Land for the so-called dual cultivation…
Oh no, it should be called accompanying cultivation.
It was the Senior Sister accompanying and guiding his training, not training in the male-female sense.
Jumping off the Ice Sword, the young man curiously observed the scenery of the Origin Sacred Land.
He took a deep breath of cool air and was involuntarily shocked by the powerful Spiritual Energy in the air.
He had never felt so refreshed and exhilarated before.
“So this is the Origin Sacred Land where Senior Sister usually goes into seclusion…”
He Qiu murmured.
Beside him, An Lingran put away her Ice Sword, tidying her dress that had been messed up by the wind, and casually asked back as if chatting:
“What, Junior Brother wants to move in and live together?”
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