Yu Suisui had a strong ability to adapt to her environment. Having only transmigrated a few days ago, she was already accustomed to the rhythms of life in this new world.
Moreover, with the constant rain over the past two days, the pitter-patter outside her window had further improved her sleep quality.
She hadn’t visited the North Peak these days, nor had she asked anyone to bring Xie Rongjing over. Just like how there was no need to rush to prove oneself when starting a new job, she didn’t feel like chasing after Xie Rongjing everywhere.
Still, she couldn’t just leave him entirely unattended.
She climbed out of bed, casually tied her hair into a high ponytail, and picked a black Storage Bag from the pile of colorful ones the original owner had left behind, intending to use it to pack gifts for Xie Rongjing.
Helping someone to the very end fit well with the persona of a kind-hearted “young lady.”
Yu Suisui placed two bottles of Bi Ying Paste and a bottle of internal strengthening elixirs into the bag—the original owner had always taken these to regulate her health, something akin to health supplements in later generations.
She didn’t dare to include any other Medicine, as she wasn’t a Medical Cultivator and had no knowledge of pharmacology. If she accidentally caused harm, it would only worsen an already difficult task.
Hmm… What else was missing?
Weapons were out of the question—Xie Rongjing had no Meridians and couldn’t wield blades or spears. Food and daily necessities didn’t seem necessary either, as the Tian Zhao Sect lacked neither.
That should do it. Yu Suisui picked up the Storage Bag, planning to entrust it to the guardian of the Moonfrost Bridge to deliver to Xie Rongjing.
“Is the young lady going out?”
A maid in a light green palace-style dress hurried over with quick, small steps, blocking Yu Suisui’s path.
It was the maid named Fu Ling. Although the original owner’s social circle was small, this maid occasionally spoke up. Yu Suisui nodded. “Yes, I’ll be back soon.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Fu Ling noticed the Storage Bag in the young lady’s hand, and she couldn’t help but frown.
She had acquaintances at the North Peak and knew that the young lady had been with the Devil Seed a few days prior. The young lady had rarely ventured out before, so today’s outing was likely related to that Devil Seed again.
How absurd! What was the young lady thinking?
Getting so close to the Devil Seed—while those at the North Peak didn’t dare say anything to the young lady, they had no problem pointing fingers at Fu Ling, as if she, too, held the little beast in high regard.
It was utterly humiliating.
“If the young lady insists on meeting people she shouldn’t, this servant will have no choice but to report it to the Sect Leader,” Fu Ling blurted out, growing angrier by the moment.
Yu Suisui indeed stopped in her tracks, looking at her in surprise.
Heavens, how dare she threaten the young lady… Realizing her slip of the tongue, Fu Ling quickly lowered her head.
Yet, after the initial shock, she felt little fear.
Unlike the other young lady of the Tian Zhao Sect, the eldest young lady had a gentle, placid temperament and was easily swayed, always going along with whatever others said without argument or ambition.
As the most influential maid by the young lady’s side, Fu Ling had a fair amount of confidence. She knew: the young lady would never hold it against her.
Yu Suisui truly wouldn’t get angry over such a trivial matter.
Hmm… It just meant she needed to find a new personal maid.
Threatening to report a direct supervisor to higher-ups was a major taboo in any workplace. Though she had just graduated, she understood this basic principle.
Thinking about dismissing Fu Ling, Yu Suisui’s attitude became even more amiable. “Alright, then I won’t go.”
I’ll go after I’ve dismissed you, so you won’t have a chance to tattle.
Fuling secretly felt a bit smug and couldn’t help continuing to complain: “You’re absolutely right, Miss. You missed Madam Qin’s lesson a few days ago, and she’ll be coming again in half an hour. If you’re still not here…”
Yu Suisui maintained a polite smile.
Madam Qin? Who was that?
She didn’t even recognize the name.
After Fuling finished speaking in one breath and saw that the young mistress remained as unresponsive as before, she completely relaxed: “I’ll fetch Zhaoshui for you!”
Yu Suisui actually knew what Zhaoshui was.
It was that qin displayed in the main hall, with its beautiful jade-green body that stood out prominently. It was specially maintained and cleaned, with even the bottom board spotless without a speck of dust.
Thinking back carefully, she vaguely recalled something like this.
Madam Qin was also a qin cultivator responsible for teaching the original host how to play the qin.
This story teaches us: No matter which world you’re in, missed lessons must be made up. Yu Suisui had no objection to this. In the few days since she transmigrated, she only occasionally sensed the Cultivation World atmosphere through breathing Spiritual Qi, and hadn’t tried proper cultivation yet.
Since she was already here, she naturally wanted to experience the customs of the Cultivation World.
Her fingers brushed across the qin strings, casually plucking a few notes that rang like clear spring water scattering across jade plates.
Faint Spiritual Qi overflowed from Yu Suisui’s fingertips. The music, like gurgling spring water, washed away the fatigue in her heart, clearing her mind and making her whole body feel comfortable.
She was slightly surprised for a moment.
So this is what being a cultivator feels like.
According to common knowledge: When Sound Cultivators reach the First Realm, their music can boost listeners’ spirits and provide small Spirit Energy enhancements to teammates during battles.
Now at the Second Realm, Yu Suisui’s qin music could also calm people’s spirits and mental states, making it quite suitable for comforting those who had suffered trauma.
While miraculous to ordinary people, compared to the other eight specializations, it didn’t seem particularly amazing.
Not to mention others, Yu Suisui was quite familiar with Spirit Cultivators: Second Realm Spirit Cultivators could already release massive fireballs and use various dazzling spells, far surpassing Sound Cultivators in both visual effects and damage output.
What about Third Realm Sound Cultivators? Yu Suisui continued searching through her memories and found that Sound Cultivators at the Third Realm did gain some offensive capabilities: they could disrupt enemies’ minds with melodies and slightly distort their attacks.
If cultivated to the Fourth Realm, they seemed to gain confusing and hypnotic abilities, which sounded impressive but could only be used against those with lower cultivation levels – making them quite impractical in actual combat. If your cultivation was already higher than your enemy’s, would you even need these techniques?
As for higher realms, Yu Suisui didn’t know, but judging from the previous progression path, there probably wouldn’t be any powerful skills later on.
Thus she understood: This Sound Cultivator path was completely like the bottom-tier class in online games.
No wonder none of the major sects were related to Sound Cultivation. This thing required substantial time investment, and even when mastered, seemed rather useless – First and Second Realms provided positive buffs to teammates, Third and Fourth Realms applied negative buffs to enemies… If it had any proper combat capability, it wouldn’t be so completely lacking in proper combat capability.
Even as a support role, it couldn’t compare to Medicine Cultivators and Array Cultivators – one could save lives, the other could set up arrays, making them honored guests wherever they went.
But complaints aside, she had no intention of changing the original owner’s major.
Her current body had just turned sixteen, only a year younger than the main antagonist. According to the plot, within a year at most, she would have to die for Xie Rong Jing, bringing this mission to a perfect conclusion.
Amidst her wandering thoughts, Madam Qin arrived.
She was a gentle-looking female cultivator who appeared to be in her early thirties, but cultivators lived long lives, so her actual age was uncertain.
She conjured a brown guqin adorned with maple leaves using Spirit Energy—Sound Cultivators at the Triple Realm or higher could fuse their life-bound instruments into their bodies, summoning them at will when needed. Highly unscientific, but very much in line with the cultivation world.
After one lesson, Yu Sui Sui felt that cultivation was somewhat different from what she had imagined.
She had witnessed Tian Zhao Sect’s Spirit Cultivator disciples during their training sessions, and her own experience was incomparably easier than theirs.
Though called a lesson, it essentially consisted of Madam Qin playing a piece from the score once, after which the remainder of the time was solely Yu Sui Sui’s solo practice. Whether she played seriously or casually, Madam Qin never offered guidance, only politely offering praise.
“You played quite well.”
“You’ve improved again, Young Miss.”
However, Yu Sui Sui didn’t blame her. After all, Madam Qin was merely a Triple Realm Sound Cultivator. Ever since the original owner broke through to the Second Realm, she had no idea how to proceed with teaching.
If anything was strange, it was the original owner’s father who took the crown.
Given Yu Qianqiu’s connections, he could easily have hired a Fifth or Sixth Realm Great Sound Cultivator from outside to teach his daughter. Yet he insisted on finding someone within a Spirit Cultivator sect to instruct her. Who knew what he was thinking?
Objectively speaking, aside from occasionally praising “Young Miss is so talented,” Madam Qin didn’t have much else to offer.
Whatever, it didn’t matter.
After seeing off Madam Qin and incidentally dismissing Fu Ling, Yu Sui Sui picked up the black Storage Bag containing the medicine and headed out.
“Young Miss is so talented!”
Yu Sui Sui: …
Again?
She focused her gaze and saw that the speaker was Pei Lin, standing atop his sword.
“Young Miss’s qin music is truly exquisite!” Pei Lin praised. “The lingering notes are endless and unbroken. In your melody, this subordinate seemed to behold mountains and lakes he had never seen before—like a gentle flowing stream, like crashing waves against the shore. The world says the female cultivators of Li Yin Pavilion are peerless beauties, but that’s only because they haven’t witnessed our Young Miss’s elegance… I dare call you the Light of Sound Cultivators! If Young Miss ever wishes to compose original music, this subordinate will surely engrave its rhythm in his heart.”
Yu Sui Sui: ………
How could he say all that with a straight face? Even flattery should have some basic logic.
She suddenly felt inspired to compose a piece on the spot.
She’d title it “My Sect Leader Daddy.”
Perhaps because the Young Miss’s gaze was too direct, Pei Lin finally had a moment of clarity.
“…This subordinate speaks nothing but the truth,” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “It’s been raining these past couple of days, and I’ve been feeling rather stifled in my chest. But just now, passing by your courtyard gate, hearing such a melodious tune—I suddenly felt much happier inside.”
Really? That’s great.
Since you’re in a good mood, how about running an errand for me?
“Could you deliver this to Xie Rong Jing for me?” Yu Sui Sui activated her righteous little white flower persona. “You know… he’s so badly injured. I’m worried the wound medicine might not be enough…”
Pei Lin took the Storage Bag, weighing it in his hand.
When he picked it up, Yu Suisui noticed a large pink rabbit embroidered at the bottom of the bag.
…She should have realized earlier—someone as delicate as the original owner wouldn’t have been given a pure black storage bag.
According to the young lady, this contained medicine for the Devil Seed’s wounds?
Pei Lin hesitated. Though Yu Suisui had persuaded him once before, his hatred for the Devil Seed was too deeply ingrained. Helping once was enough; he truly didn’t want to do it again.
Moreover, it wasn’t proper for a young lady of noble status to keep associating with the Devil Seed.
Pei Lin decided to advise her against it. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the young lady blinking her large eyes, gazing at him with hopeful expectation.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, her palm-sized face free of makeup, and her eyes clear and pure, like those of a young spirit deer in the forest.
The young lady had always been gentle and quiet, and Pei Lin hadn’t known much about her before. But now he understood: beneath her delicate appearance lay a compassionate heart.
Faced with such a gaze, not wanting to betray this kindness, he silently nodded and resigned himself to being a dutiful deliveryman.
Next time—he would definitely make things clear to the young lady and not let her be deceived by the Devil Seed!