Chapter 147 - 137 Tenderness Belonging Solely to Dan Wulan_2

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The ice crystals shimmered, her garments and long hair dancing in the cold wind, as if an immortal had descended from the clouds to the mortal realm. Moonlight rested upon Dan Wulan's back, creating a faint, graceful silhouette. She seemed to recall his somewhat overbearing manner, yet his actions had been so tender while feeding her medicine. A bitter arc formed at the corners of Dan Wulan's lips. Why were there so many women around him? —Couldn't his tenderness belong only to me? In her heart, she didn't want to see Su Bei's 'cheap' tenderness—available to his disciples, his sisters, that woman from Mo City, and even those injured female disciples of the Sword Sect... In his heart, am I only a junior sister? A tear silently formed at the corner of Dan Wulan's eye. She lifted her head, trying desperately not to let it fall. A gust of wind rustled past, carrying the faint sound of leaves to her ears. Dan Wulan furrowed her delicate brows, puzzled, and followed the sound. Why would there be leaves in winter? The winter wind swept through the curtains, bringing a cool caress to her face. Dan Wulan stopped in her tracks, staring blankly at the numerous young tree saplings before her. As the cold wind blew, the saplings remained unaffected, enveloped in a warm glow, as if meticulously cared for. Tiny, rustling leaves had already sprouted from them. They were peach trees. Her Senior Brother had once promised to plant No-Sword Peak full of peach trees for her. The tear she had fought so hard to hold back now burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam, streaming uncontrollably down her face in the cold winter. Dan Wulan raised a jade-like hand to gently cover her vermilion lips, her vision blurring with tears as she looked at everything before her. She slowly approached, reaching out to touch a peach tree swaying in the wind. As if sensing Dan Wulan's feelings, the peach tree seemed to lean towards her, allowing her gentle caress. An unknown amount of time passed before a rare, gentle smile graced Dan Wulan's lips. She lifted her head, tucked back a few stray strands of hair, and looked at the moon in the vast sky, at the repaired pigsty in the distance, and at the peach trees standing proudly in the harsh winter. She murmured to herself, "Senior Brother, is this the tenderness that belongs only to your junior sister?" "..." 「...」 Xiao Ruoching felt the Energy of Great Dao gradually consolidating within her and nodded with satisfaction. Although she was only at the Half-Step Golden Core stage, she possessed the strength to battle even those at the Late Stage Golden Elixir! An eighteen-year-old at the Golden Core Realm! In her previous life, apart from Miss Die Yi from the Sacred Land, she had never heard of anyone reaching this realm at such a young age! This was all thanks to her Master! Without Master's First Grade Creation Pill, how could I have reached this realm so quickly? She then took a deep breath, her sword's radiance flaring as she executed a flourish and called out, "Sword Two, Just Like The First Sight!" A silver-white sword light flickered. Xiao Ruoching's figure moved like a fluttering butterfly, her toes tapping lightly on the ground, leaving behind a lotus imprint with each touch. She took eight consecutive steps, each leaving a mark, forming what seemed like a path of blooming lotuses. One step, one lotus; step by step, lotuses bloomed. However, upon reaching the ninth step, she grunted, and her body stumbled to the ground. Xiao Ruoching gently climbed to her feet, wiping snowflakes from the corner of her mouth, and said bitterly, "It seems I'm still lacking a bit." "I wonder when I'll truly grasp the essence of Sword Two." "..." Sheathing her sword, Xiao Ruoching tidied her clothes, donned the Snow Fox Cloak Su Bei had given her, and headed towards the pigsty where Su Bei was. A smile played on Xiao Ruoching's lips as she murmured to herself, "I'm already at the Half-Step Golden Core Realm." "I really must thank Master properly!" "..." 「...」 Dan Wuque placed the empty cup back in its original spot. Lying on the bed, she propped her head with one arm and turned on her side to watch Su Bei. She then crossed her slender legs, twirling an ankle. Her bare feet, with small, pearl-like toes resembling grains of rice, casually rubbed against the bed before curling up. Her eyes remained fixed on Su Bei, unblinking. Su Bei slapped his forehead. Seeing this, he sighed and said, "Hmm, your sister was just here. I managed to anger her away." Dan Wuque furrowed her brows, her cowlick swaying. She looked at Su Bei with a puzzled expression and asked, "How could my sister be angered away?" As she spoke, Dan Wuque suddenly felt a burning sensation spread throughout her body. It started as a slight warmth in her Dantian. Then, she felt weakness in her limbs, and her eyelids grew as heavy as lead. Dan Wuque thought she was just tired from taking care of her sister recently. She shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed, let out a long yawn, and muttered to herself, "So tired... a bit sleepy." "Why is it so hot in this room?" "..." Then, she began to experience a sensation she had never felt before. Was it desire? Mixed with a strange yearning? She felt that her Senior Brother before her had never looked so handsome; she wanted to hold him tight... Su Bei watched as Dan Wuque, her cowlick more animated than usual, seemed to become increasingly odd. A blush spread rapidly across her cheeks. He asked with suspicion, "Eighth Junior Sister, what's wrong with you?" He then stepped forward and touched her forehead. A scorching heat instantly transferred to his palm. Su Bei swallowed hard, muttering, "Could it be a fever? No, that can't be right. How could a cultivator get a fever?" Dan Wuque felt Su Bei's large hand on her forehead, and the indescribable sensation intensified. Under the flickering candlelight, her slightly parted lips appeared even more lustrous. "Senior Brother..." Dan Wuque felt her consciousness gradually drifting away, and then... (...) —It seemed only this way could her body find some comfort. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. Su Bei watched this bizarre scene unfold with growing concern. This feeling Dan Wuque was giving him... it was just like the one he had felt from Mo Li in Mo City not long ago. But something was off. Mo Li had taken an aphrodisiac powder. How could Dan Wuque have taken it? How could *she* have possibly ingested such a thing? Seeing Dan Wuque begin to tear at her own collar, Su Bei gulped and quickly grabbed her hands, saying sternly, "Eighth Junior Sister! Eighth Junior Sister, can you hear Senior Brother speaking?" Dan Wuque fluttered her eyelashes, her cowlick spinning uncontrollably. Then, her long, slender legs suddenly hooked around Su Bei's waist. Her slender arms wrapped around Su Bei's neck, her hot breath fanning his face. "I can hear... Senior Brother, Junior Sister feels so uncomfortable... Let me hug you for a while..." "..." Seeing Dan Wuque's face flush crimson, Su Bei, already in the Selfless Realm, struggled to keep his head raised, trying to break free. However, Dan Wuque hugged him even tighter, her face as red and hot as a tomato. Then Su Bei couldn't hold back any longer and, whether intentionally or by accident, fell onto Dan Wuque. —Like an octopus, Dan Wuque clung to Su Bei. "Senior Brother, you... move a little." (...) Su Bei instantly hissed. Just then, the ill-timed sound of footsteps came from the doorway. Su Bei grew anxious, trying to get up, but Dan Wuque wouldn't let him. The two remained in a deadlock... Then— A cool, clear voice drifted in, tinged with unmistakable joy, "Master, your disciple..." Xiao Ruoching walked in, then halted mid-step. Before she could finish her sentence, she stared dumbfounded at the scene before her, her mind going blank. What is Master doing with Eighth Uncle? Why is this happening???

Chapter 147 - 137 Tenderness Belonging Solely to Dan Wulan_2

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