Chapter Six: The Perils of Speeding

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The Festival of a Hundred Blossoms was the event male disciples found most intriguing, but Ning Xianyu, a self-professed slacker, had no interest whatsoever. At this moment, she was flying around outside in Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s body, truly experiencing the joys of a cultivator for the first time.

[System, this is exhilarating! No wonder so many people fantasize about cultivation. Ignoring Earth’s gravity is simply thrilling!]

The system chuckled as well: [You have me to thank for that. If you were cultivating on your own, how many thousands of years would it take before you could walk through the air?]

At this, Ning Xianyu felt the urge to smack him: [Enough with the self-congratulations. If you’re so capable, why not just give me thousands of years’ worth of cultivation at once, instead of getting me into all this trouble?]

Now, she was wearing Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s face, even being threatened by the man himself—her life in his hands. There was nothing to feel accomplished about.

The system, ever tactful, mumbled quietly: [Life isn’t perfect…]

[Then why are you called the Wish-Fulfilling System?]

She retorted sharply, nearly crashing into a mountainside before she hurriedly steadied herself.

Terrified, she realized that Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s spiritual power was too strong and hard to control; in her excitement, she had almost blasted away the entire mountain.

It was said that, years ago, Xuan Yuan Tunhan had single-handedly flattened two mountains simply because he disliked the immortal mushrooms growing there. With such a volatile temper, no wonder his inner demons were so powerful.

Du Juezi’s eyebrows and beard had been blown upward by the fierce wind she brought, and he stared in a daze as the ancestor, whom he had just parted from, appeared again with an even more intimidating presence. He couldn’t help feeling nervous.

“An-ancestor, I absolutely won’t tell anyone about that incident, rest assured.”

Xuan Yuan Tunhan stood before him, face cold and expressionless, even icier than usual, which only made Du Juezi’s thoughts spiral.

Could it be that what he saw—the ancestor kneeling before a young girl—was so humiliating that the ancestor had decided to kill him to keep it secret?

And why did the ancestor call that little girl ‘ancestor’? Whose ancestor? The ancestor’s ancestor?

But he didn’t know: at that moment, the other soul inside Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s body was simply petrified.

[Oh my stars, if I hadn’t braked fast enough, I would’ve had an intimate encounter with this old codger—ugh!]

[Host, there are a thousand roads, but safety is the first priority. Speeding is ill-advised.]

[Shut up!]

It took her a while to collect herself before she coldly spat out a few words and turned to leave.

“Prepare at once. We’re going to Huayin Island for the Festival of a Hundred Blossoms.”

She did her best to mimic Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s imposing air, thinking she’d finally managed it, but behind her, Du Juezi revealed a sinister smile.

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“Yes, Ancestor.”

The Festival of a Hundred Blossoms was a grand event. Many disciples hoped to attend, for if they could win the favor of a Huayin Island disciple as a cultivation partner, their own progress would be doubled with half the effort.

Inner sect disciples had to compete fiercely for the chance to go. As for the outer sect—those with mixed spiritual roots and low cultivation—they could only listen to this gossip on the sidelines.

Chang Qi knocked on Ning Xianyu’s door again: “Ning Xianyu, if you don’t get up and do your chores, the steward will kick you out of the sect.”

Honestly, she’s always lazy, but staying inside all day—does she not want to get by anymore?

Ding Hong arrived as well, knocking on the door with concern: “Sister Xianyu, are you all right? Are you feeling unwell? Maybe you should see Elder Xiyao.”

Chang Qi scoffed, “As if—she wouldn’t part with a few spirit stones. Besides, would any inner sect elder bother with us outer sect disciples?”

As they spoke, a sudden gust of fierce wind swept by, and then someone landed in the courtyard—someone who should never have appeared there.

[Ha! Safe landing—full marks!]

Ning Xianyu applauded her own safe flight, only to see her two senior brothers standing at the door, staring at her in terror.

“You, you…”

Chang Qi quickly pulled Ding Hong down to kneel. “Greetings, Ancestor!”

This was the ancestor of Jade Immortal Sect, whom they’d only glimpsed from afar once before. They might not have seen his face clearly, but the aura that kept all at bay, and that chilling expression—it could be none other than Ancestor Xuan Yuan.

The two were puzzled as to why the sect’s ancestor would appear in an outer sect disciple’s courtyard, only to see him stride coldly and expressionlessly past them into Ning Xianyu’s room.

They dared not say a word, and then they saw him skillfully rummaging—not, cleaning up inside, then leaving with a bundle slung over his shoulder.

Only after Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s presence disappeared and they could no longer sense his spiritual pressure did the two collapse to the ground, gasping for breath.

“What just happened? Why did the ancestor take Ning Xianyu’s bundle?” Chang Qi was baffled, unable to figure it out.

The light in Ding Hong’s eyes gradually faded. “Sister Xianyu won’t be coming back.”

Once entangled with the ancestor, how could she possibly return?

Chang Qi stared at him in stunned silence.

Ning Xianyu carried her bundle back. As soon as she entered the sleeping hall, a violent gust of wind greeted her, and she fell to her knees.

“Ancestor, wh-what’s wrong?”

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What sort of capricious temperament was this, always ready to kill at a moment’s notice?

“You used my body to pack your belongings?”

This woman was utterly audacious. He’d only looked away for a moment, and she’d already used his body as she pleased.

He was seething with murderous intent. His hand slowly rose, and he truly wanted to erase her consciousness and turn her into a puppet.

Sensing his killing intent, Ning Xianyu prostrated herself, forehead pressed to the ground. “Please spare me, Ancestor! I’ve only just reached the Qi Refining stage, so I needed to bring a few things to change for you when you go out—otherwise, you’d be in an awkward position.”

Her cultivation was too low. If she didn’t change clothes or bathe, she’d start to smell. She certainly didn’t want rumors of “outer sect disciple Ning Xianyu doesn’t bathe” circulating after returning to her own body.

[System, save me! How did he know I went out to get my bundle? Does he have some kind of all-seeing system in his head?]

The system teased idly: [That’s because his soul is powerful. In the entire Jade Immortal Sect, if he wishes to see, he can observe everything anyone is doing.]

[My goodness, that’s terrifying. He doesn’t spy on female disciples bathing, does he?]

“Silence!”

Xuan Yuan Tunhan thought to himself that using her body had many drawbacks—she was simply too noisy.

He truly couldn’t understand how two women could be noisier than ten thousand ducks.

And as for bathing, did he need to sneak a look?

No, that wasn’t the point.

“Henceforth, without my orders, you are not to leave my side. Without permission, you are not to use my body for anything. Otherwise, you’ll never need to change clothes again for the rest of your life.”

“Yes, understood.”

Ning Xianyu rose cautiously, even handing over the bundle kindly: “These are disciples’ clothes. When they get dirty, you can—change.”

Suddenly, she remembered: with Xuan Yuan Tunhan occupying her body, how would he bathe or use the latrine?

[System, this is all your fault! He’ll see everything—my innocence!]

Xuan Yuan Tunhan’s face grew even icier, his heart ablaze with murderous fury.

How had this disciple even entered the sect, if she still needed to use the latrine?