Mo Chenxue wanted to say more, but during their exchange just now, her affinity toward him had been steadily dropping…
It had already fallen to -60%!
His voice had always been alluring—any girl who heard it would feel her heart flutter.
But with her, for some inexplicable reason, his charm only made her affinity plummet!
Mo Chenxue lowered his gaze.
Perhaps she was traumatized from jumping into the lake and had lost her wits…
In that case, trying to coax her further would be a waste of time. Better to let her rest and recover before trying again.
With that thought, Mo Chenxue said gently, “Junior Sister, rest well for now. I’ll come see you another day.”
With that, he curved his lips into a smile, rose, and left.
Only after watching the man walk out of the room did Luo Qingyan let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing onto the bed as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
That perverted senior brother was finally gone!
As Mo Chenxue stepped out of the girl’s room, the smile on his face vanished instantly.
It seemed he had underestimated the difficulty of the system’s task.
What was even more bizarre was that, aside from himself, the system had also approached six other people, all with the same mission—to earn Luo Qingyan’s affinity.
The system had even set up an affinity ranking for the seven of them.
The ranking didn’t display real names; each person had a code name. His was “Xuan.”
The others were “Mei,” “Mie,” “Cang,” “Ming,” “Yu,” and “Jue.”
Mo Chenxue didn’t know who those six individuals were, but he had a vague feeling that none of them would be ordinary.
His original 50% affinity had ranked first in the system, but now that it had dropped to -60%, he was dead last.
The others all had 0% affinity.
This meant they hadn’t yet appeared in Luo Qingyan’s world.
At this thought, Mo Chenxue’s expression relaxed a little. The one closest to the water catches the moon first—he was still the most likely to succeed.
And she was at that age of budding romance, naive and knowing nothing. Girls like that were the easiest to seduce. With a little effort, she would surely fall for him again…
On the bed, Luo Qingyan stared gloomily at the ceiling, sorting through the plot of the novel.
The Ask-Immortal Sect was a prestigious sect in the Cultivation World, comprising seven peaks.
Among them, Mystic Sword Peak, where Mo Chenxue resided, was the main peak and the foremost of the seven, specializing in sword techniques.
Additionally, Alchemy Medicine Peak specialized in pill refinement and healing, Mage Peak in formations and talismans, Artifact Casting Peak in forging blades and magic artifacts, Beast Taming Peak in beast taming, and Treasure Hoarding Peak in financial management.
As for her own peak, it was called Joyful Peak, and it specialized in comedy.
The original novel didn’t describe Joyful Peak much, as it was merely a cannon-fodder peak used for comic relief. Joyful Peak had scarce resources; while the other peaks were brimming with talent, Joyful Peak had only a handful of people, making it the most useless in the entire Ask-Immortal Sect…
Just then, a cheerful shout came from outside the door.
“Junior Sister! You’re finally awake!”
A young man with sharp brows and bright eyes burst in.
He wore a neat cultivator’s robe, his dark hair tied into a high ponytail with a fiery red ribbon. He was dashing and spirited, his gaze lively and full of vigor.
Luo Qingyan looked at him in confusion. “You are?”
The young man was shocked. “You don’t recognize me? I’m your Second Senior Brother, Dongfang Che!”
So he was a senior brother from Joyful Peak—one of her own.
Luo Qingyan smiled sheepishly. “After I jumped into the lake, I lost my memory. I can’t remember anything right now…”
“Right,” Dongfang Che nodded, diagnosing her. “Judging by your condition, it looks like something’s wrong with your head. Probably got water in it when you jumped into the lake.”
Luo Qingyan: “…”
Dongfang Che comforted her. “Don’t worry. Your head was never that sharp to begin with, so a little more water won’t make much difference.”
Luo Qingyan said gratefully, “Thanks. Hearing you say that actually makes me feel a lot better.”
Dongfang Che pulled out a shriveled Spirit Fruit. “Here, eat this quickly. It’ll help calm your nerves.”
Luo Qingyan stared at it. “Aren’t we too poor to grow any Spirit Fruits on our peak? Where did this come from?”
Dongfang Che grinned sheepishly. “This was a new disciple welfare gift I got when I joined the Ask-Immortal Sect a few years ago. I never ate it, so it’s gotten a bit dried out. Don’t mind it—just eat it quickly!”
Luo Qingyan understood. Spirit Fruits were precious, and her Second Senior Brother had been saving it all this time because he couldn’t bear to eat it.
But today, he had taken out something he’d treasured for years and given it to her without the slightest hesitation!
This silly Second Senior Brother of hers would one day die because of Mo Chenxue too…
At that thought, Luo Qingyan clenched her fists, grinding her teeth in fury.
Mo Chenxue, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!!
At Mystic Sword Peak, Mo Chenxue had just lifted his teacup when a system notification suddenly echoed in his Sea of Consciousness.
[Affinity -30]
[Warning: Host’s current affinity: -90%]
With a “crack,” the man crushed the teacup in his hand into fragments.
What was she doing?!
He wasn’t even by her side, yet her affinity was still dropping—and by a full 30% at once!!
For a moment, he had the urge to strangle that little girl.
Mo Chenxue’s expression suddenly darkened like a storm cloud.
The disciples nearby were terrified.
“Senior Brother, you… what’s wrong?”
Mo Chenxue gave a light cough, his expression returning to normal as he said calmly, “It’s nothing. I’ve been cultivating too intensely lately and didn’t control my strength well.”
He raised his hand gracefully, clearing away the broken pieces and replacing them with a new teacup.
…
Luo Qingyan pushed the Fire Spirit Fruit toward Dongfang Che. “Thank you, Second Senior Brother, but I’m fine now. You should eat this fruit yourself.”
“Absolutely not!”
Dongfang Che said firmly, “That jump into the lake scared me half to death! Thanks to you all these years, my cultivation has been able to stay solidly second-to-last in the Ask-Immortal Sect… If you die, I’d immediately become dead last! So I will never allow you to die!”
Luo Qingyan: “…” Second Senior Brother looked so spirited and confident, yet he was also a slacker student.
Dongfang Che urgently shoved the Spirit Fruit into her hands. “Eat it quickly, or I won’t be able to eat or sleep in peace.”
Luo Qingyan had no choice but to accept the fruit.
Even though it had been stored for several years, it still tasted sweet.
Dongfang Che watched her eat the Spirit Fruit and let out a relieved sigh. “At least my second-to-last position is secure now…”
Luo Qingyan ate the fruit, her heart filled with worry.
With cultivation at dead last and second-to-last, how could they possibly survive a sect-wide disaster?
Three years from now, Mo Chenxue would go on a killing spree.
How could she stop the tragedy from happening?
Report him to the Sect Master? No—before the murderer revealed his true face, he would always be the gentle and refined head disciple. No one would believe her words…
Persuade him to let go of his hatred? Even more impossible. A blood debt like that couldn’t be resolved with a few words. He wouldn’t listen to her advice; instead, he’d kill her to silence her…
So, of all thirty-six strategies, running away was the best!
Having made up her mind, Luo Qingyan said to Dongfang Che, “Second Senior Brother, I think we’re probably not cut out for Immortal Cultivation. Staying in the Ask-Immortal Sect has no future anyway. If a disaster ever strikes, we’d be dragged down with it!”
“How about we go our separate ways? You return to your Gaolaozhuang, and I’ll go back to my Liusha River… Um, do you still remember where my home is?”