“Mas… Master…”
“Why are you crying?” The white-haired Immortal Lord drifted in and patted Jiang Bingbing’s forehead.
“…”
“Don’t cry.”
As he spoke, he patted Jiang Bingbing’s forehead again.
“…”
Isn’t comforting someone supposed to involve patting the top of their head? Why does this master pat foreheads instead?
He and the eldest senior sister are quite similar.
Neither knows how to care for others.
Distracted by this master, Jiang Bingbing felt less upset. She wiped her tears and stood up.
“Do you remember how you fell into that place?” Immortal Lord Qingxue leaned in and sniffed.
Only after confirming there was no foul odor did he feel comfortable getting closer.
“…”
Awkward.
She saw it!
If he thinks she smells bad, he shouldn’t be so obvious about it—it’s really hurtful, okay!
“I don’t know…” Jiang Bingbing shook her head, stepped forward, and tugged at Immortal Lord Qingxue’s sleeve. “Master, hungry…”
She hugged his sleeve and swayed back and forth.
They’ve all achieved fasting.
But she hasn’t!
“Don’t worry,” Immortal Lord Qingxue spoke softly, slowing his pace. “Your second senior brother is busy in the kitchen right now.”
“We’ll go to the main hall for a meal later.”
“A meal?” Jiang Bingbing tilted her head.
Xie Yingnan, who had followed closely, couldn’t hold back. “Yes, even immortals have to eat.”
??
Jiang Bingbing experienced her second shock since transmigrating. Don’t cultivators fast and avoid eating?
One Fasting Pill can sustain them for ten days without food.
They endure bitter cultivation.
Novels are all lies, huh.
“Little junior sister, candied hawthorn!” Xie Yingnan leaned his upper body forward with a smile. “I specially begged second senior brother for this. It’s made with century-old red fruits.”
She was initially reluctant because of his mischievous face.
But hearing “century-old red fruits,” Jiang Bingbing’s eyelashes fluttered. She eagerly extended her small hand. “Wow! Bingbing wants to eat!”
Just as she was about to grab the candied hawthorn,
the guy opposite pulled his hand back. “You can eat it, but you have to tell Master what mischief you were up to earlier.”
“…”
Not only is this person cold and ruthless in private, but he also holds grudges.
All she did was wipe her hands on his clothes.
Who told him to scare her?
Jiang Bingbing remained unmoved, pursing her little lips tightly, her round eyes fixed on the candied hawthorn.
After staring at it, she looked up pitifully at Immortal Lord Qingxue. “Master, Bingbing wants to eat…”
What she was really thinking was:
Let’s see how amazing these century-old red fruits are!
Can they whiten skin, remove acne, fade spots, or reduce wrinkles?
“Ying Nan, don’t tease your little junior sister. Look how eager she is.”
Immortal Lord Qingxue lived up to his name.
White hair, blue robes, features as delicate as a painting, and an air of extreme elegance.
The weather was so hot that even the big yellow dog was panting under a tree to cool down. Yet, when she got close to her master, a wave of cold air enveloped her, like approaching a freezer in 39-degree heat.
It was wonderfully cool.
Xie Yingnan didn’t dare defy Immortal Lord Qingxue. He handed the candied hawthorn to Jiang Bingbing but turned his back to the master, mouthing two sentences silently.
She grinned and took the candied hawthorn, carefully observing him.
What he said was, “Little fool, it’s poisoned.”
“Do you dare eat it?”
“…”
Jiang Bingbing was only pretending to be naive, but she had to act as if she didn’t understand. The original Jiang Bingbing, however, was genuinely naive and truly wouldn’t have understood.
She felt quite annoyed.
After all, her modern self was already dead. This second life was like a freebie.
Why should she indulge bad people?
She glanced down at the candied hawthorn and suddenly felt like messing with this scheming third senior brother.
Jiang Bingbing took a big bite. The red fruit was sweet and sour, flooding her taste buds. Before she could savor it, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Xie Yingnan: “??”
Immortal Lord Qingxue grew anxious, quickly bending down to check Jiang Bingbing’s breathing. At the same time, he spoke sternly, “Ying Nan, what happened? Bingbing just took a bite of the candied hawthorn.”
“Master, I don’t know.”
Xie Yingnan was utterly bewildered.
Immortal Lord Qingxue said, “Carry your junior sister back.”
“……” Xie Yingnan felt resentful inside but showed no sign of it on his face. “Master, why not let Second Senior Brother take a look?”
Wen Yuzhao had some knowledge of medicine and was also a Wood Spiritual Root cultivator. Immortal Lord Qingxue nodded and said, “Call him over.”
Xie Yingnan took out a white jade pendant from his robe.
He channeled spiritual power into it.
Muttered a few words into it.
A soft, glowing white light emanated from around the jade pendant.
Faintly, a gentle voice could be heard from within, “I’ll be right there.”
Not long after they carried Jiang Bingbing into the room, Wen Yuzhao hurried over.
He still had an apron for cooking hanging around his neck.
“Yuzhao, quickly check what’s wrong with your junior sister.”
Xie Yingnan stepped aside, head lowered, his eyelashes concealing the expression in his eyes. It was unclear what he was thinking.
Wen Yuzhao stepped forward to examine her.
After a moment, he let out a relaxed sigh, turning around while rolling up his sleeves. “Master, junior sister is fine.”
“Then why did she faint for no reason?”
Wen Yuzhao’s lips twitched slightly, looking both amused and exasperated as he said, “Junior sister ate too quickly and choked.”
“In her panic, she passed out. I used my spiritual power to dissolve the red fruit stuck in her throat and convert it into spiritual energy.”
Upon hearing this, Immortal Lord Qingxue struggled to maintain his composure. After a long pause, he managed to say, “Then why hasn’t she woken up yet?”
The three people in the room fell into an odd silence.
After a while, Wen Yuzhao finally said, “She ate well, got full, and fell asleep.”
“……”
Immortal Lord Qingxue held his forehead, while Xie Yingnan was speechless.
Jiang Bingbing slept until the next day before waking up.
She hadn’t expected it either. Originally, she had wanted to trick Xie Yingnan but nearly ended up harming herself instead. What she hadn’t anticipated even more was how incredible things in the cultivation world truly were. The spiritual power from just one red fruit had made her feel so blissful that she couldn’t help but fall asleep.
Groggily, she crawled out of the wooden plank bed.
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside. “Junior Sister, you’re awake? We need to hurry.”
“?” Jiang Bingbing turned her head in confusion.
Seeing her dazed and silly expression, Liu Zheng knew that even if she explained, Jiang Bingbing might not understand.
Nevertheless, she patiently explained.
“Today is the Sect’s Spirit Bonding Day. All disciples in the sect must enter the Sword Tomb to choose their own sword spirits. For a Sword Cultivator, having their own sword spirit is what makes them a true Sword Cultivator.”
So that was it.
But she couldn’t cultivate and was considered a fool—what could she possibly do inside?
“Master also asked the Sect Leader if you could be exempted from entering, but this is a sect rule. All disciples must enter the Sword Tomb after turning fifteen.”
Liu Zheng said in a lighthearted tone, “Junior Sister, just follow your senior sisters and brothers. Once we return safely from the Sword Tomb, I’ll buy you candied hawthorn.”
She paused while packing her things.
With a resolute and impassioned expression, she declared:
“When I come back, if I’m chosen by a sword spirit, I must confess my feelings to him—”
Stop talking!
“……”
Oh no.
Jiang Bingbing wept inwardly. With a flag raised like that, there was an eighty percent chance she wouldn’t return safely.
She really was.
One head, four times the trouble.