Chapter 47: Junior Sister Xu Feels Endangered

“Qiu Daoist friend,” really only at the Qi Refining Rank?”

“Absolutely certain.”

“But I feel that Qiu Daoist friend’s demeanor is not inferior to that of a Golden Core True Person.”

“You flatter me, Daoist friend.”

“Why be so formal? Just call me Bi Lian.”

Qiu Changtian:

What exactly is this Penglai Daoist friend scheming? How could he not see it?

Clearly, she’s salivating over my body!

Although this Bi Lian is not unattractive, compared to Xu Yinglian, An Zhisu, Shi Liuli, and the like, she still falls short by a notch.

To draw a comparison, it’s like the difference between an average college and Tsinghua or Peking University.

Of course, that’s not the main reason; the main reason is that he and his junior sister have already arranged a Daoist Companion wedding.

As Qiu Changtian’s mind wandered, he heard Bi Lian casually probe:

“Does Qiu Daoist friend have a Daoist Companion?”

“…Yes.”

“I’ve heard it’s the Phoenix Immortal from Kunlun, Xu Yinglian?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Seeing Qiu Daoist friend hesitate, it must be that you’ve arranged the marriage, but have not yet fulfilled it, right?”

Bi Lian made such a guess, of course, she had her confidence.

That is because Cultivators strictly preserve their Yuan Yang, which doubles their efficiency in cultivation.

If they were already Daoist Companions, who knows when they might lose control, mix Yin with Yang, and affect their cultivation, which is why Cultivators generally are not keen on affairs of men and women.

Qiu Changtian did not answer but merely gave a wry smile by way of acknowledgment, which gave Bi Lian something to ponder.

Upon returning to the Kunlun Jade Void Peak’s office, Bi Lian immediately went to confirm the completion of her mission and pay her dues.

Qiu Changtian waited outside and happened to see Xu Yinglian descending with her Sword Light, greeting him:

“Senior Brother, are you out on an experience mission?”

“Yes,” Qiu Changtian replied with a gentle smile, “Junior Sister Xu, have you just soaked in the Kunlun Spring?”

Xu Yinglian appeared somewhat unnatural, perfunctorily saying:

“I’m also doing an experience mission, just got back.”

Qiu Changtian smiled without a word, the droplets at the end of your hair are still wet!

At this moment, Bi Lian came out of the office and saw Qiu Changtian conversing with a woman in white.

The woman in white was so stunningly beautiful, with Flying Sword beneath her feet emitting a red streak of light – if not the Phoenix Immortal, who else could she be?

Bi Lian hesitated for a moment, the feeling of inferiority that had briefly arisen was quickly replaced by another thought.

“Is this the Phoenix Immortal Xu Yinglian?” she asked Qiu Changtian with a smile.

“Exactly,” Qiu Changtian replied with a smile, “Allow me to introduce, this is Daoist friend Bi Lian whom I met on the last mission, from Penglai Yuqing View.”

Xu Yinglian nodded slightly, then suddenly noticed the underlying hostility well concealed in Bi Lian’s smiling eyes.

With her Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart, she instantly saw through the other’s hostility and intentions, naturally she wasn’t foolish enough to compete in this regard… compete my ass!

No one can defeat me in any way!!

No one!!!

Noticing the tense atmosphere, Kunlun’s Chief Disciple, No One, Qiu Changtian instinctively felt a bit uneasy, and immediately smiled:

“Then let’s part for now, Daoist friend Bi Lian. Next time you’re welcome to visit Golden Ridge in Kunlun.”

“Next time?” Bi Lian laughed with her hand over her mouth, “Does that mean I’m not welcome this time?”

Qiu Changtian felt somewhat embarrassed; was it necessary to be so literal over a mere courtesy?

Just as he was about to explain, he heard Xu Yinglian respond indifferently:

“Senior Brother Qiu has sword practice with me this afternoon. If Daoist friend Bi Lian is interested, you’re naturally welcome to join.”

Bi Lian resigned herself, as swordsmanship and Daoist Magic were the weaknesses of Yuqing View. If it were merely a discussion on the Dao, she might have been interested.

The other party deliberately said they were practicing swordsmanship, which was obviously a way of rejecting her.

But this also served to test out the fact that this Phoenix Immortal did indeed care about Qiu Changtian, and her possessiveness was exceptionally strong.

How amusing.

“Since that’s the case, I won’t impose any further,” Bi Lian said with a smile, “Should Senior Brother Qiu have some free time to visit the East Sea, you’ll be warmly welcomed.”

There were two key points in this statement, one being the ambiguous phrase “warmly welcomed,” and the other only mentioning Qiu Changtian but not Xu Yinglian.

Xu Yinglian naturally could also understand the hostility in it, and her smile became increasingly cold and grim.

Bi Lian gracefully rose on her Flying Sword, exchanging one final look with Xu Yinglian in midair:

Go fuck yourself.

And with that, she disappeared into the horizon, going to find her junior brothers and sisters.

Xu Yinglian turned her head around, and one could imagine just how sour her expression was, staring at Qiu Changtian with a gaze that seemed to freeze everything.

“Ahem.” Qiu Changtian coughed, feeling oddly as if he had been caught cheating by his wife, and started to explain that mission, “Previously, it was because her junior brothers and sisters had been trapped while exploring a cave heaven in the Qinling Mountains…”

“There’s no need to explain to me,” Xu Yinglian cut him off and said sarcastically, “Senior Brother Qiu is so sociable; how could I dare to comment whimsically?”

“Junior Sister, listen to my explanation…” Before Qiu Changtian could finish, a large group of Kunlun disciples suddenly emerged from the Hall of Duty, looking as if they had just formed a team to take on a mission.

“Ah, isn’t that the Chief Disciple?” someone with sharp eyes shouted, and immediately a whole crowd rushed up, greeting him warmly and excitedly.

“Senior Brother Qiu, good day!”

“Senior Brother Qiu has been radiating vigor lately, a sign of flourishing luck!”

“Chief Qiu! We’ve taken on a mission to find Spirit Grass, would you like to join us?”

“Senior Brother Qiu, Senior Brother Qiu! Is it true that you still don’t have a Daoist Companion?”

The onlooking disciples, primarily female, gradually turned the conversation toward teasing and bantering—after all, everyone knew that Chief Qiu was always genteel and would never get mad at this.

Qiu Changtian cheerfully responded to the situation, surrounded by laughter sweet and clear.

Xu Yinglian’s eyes twitched for a moment, and she subconsciously wanted to leave quietly on her Flying Sword.

However, she then thought that leaving this way would appear shameful, as if she, the legitimate Junior Sister, was losing out to these shameless brats?

“Losing out”… The words emerged in her mind, and Xu Yinglian found herself unable to move her legs.

Murderous intent.

Thick, heavy murderous intent.

Chief Qiu, surrounded by fellow disciples, suddenly received, as if from some distant sister, a glare like that of a ghastly demon, sending an involuntary shiver through him.

After politely dismissing his admirers, Qiu Changtian managed to get free and came to Xu Yinglian’s side, only to see the Junior Sister taking up her Sword Light without a word and leaving.

Qiu Changtian hurriedly followed on his Flying Sword, saying with a laugh:

“Could it be that Junior Sister is jealous?”

Xu Yinglian:

If this were a novel, perhaps only a string of ellipses could express the feeling she had right now—speechless, wanting to swear.

“Alright then,” Qiu Changtian sighed, “it seems like jealousy.”

Xu Yinglian:

She revealed a terrifying expression, one that seemed to say, “Say another word, and I’ll scatter your ashes.”

“Oh, Junior Sister,” Qiu Changtian continued, “I suddenly understand why you’re always so cold.”

He said with a gentle smile:

“Because if you weren’t, the number of fellow disciples pursuing you would only be greater, not fewer, than those who admire me.”

Xu Yinglian’s expression softened slightly, and after a long while she finally said:

“Senior Brother.”

“What is it?”

“Losing one’s Yuan Yang can hinder the speed of cultivation,” Xu Yinglian said indifferently.

“So, I hope Senior Brother will take good care of himself.”

Qiu Changtian: ?