Chapter 136
Just moments ago, Yu Yi had finally recalled that Qiong Ling often mentioned this name alongside Chu Feng—Qin Yi.
Yet she was certain, in both her past and present lives, she had never encountered such a person outside these walls.
Would Manzhi, who seemed particularly attentive to Chu Feng, know anything about him? Since even her mother brought it up, Yu Yi felt unusually curious. However, when Manzhi turned around, narrowing her fox-like eyes thoughtfully, she asked, “Who is Qin Yi?”
“The name sounds so similar to Chu Feng.” Suddenly, Manzhi’s expression darkened, her entire fox form brimming with intensity. “He’s likely one of her paramours.”
Speechless, Yu Yi wondered how Manzhi could deduce a paramour from the name alone, without any further information. Moreover, at the moment, Manzhi appeared as a big fluffy ball, making it impossible to discern her intentions through those fox eyes. Unable to gauge more from her expression, Yu Yi decided not to press further and instead changed the topic, asking, “When will you be able to change your form?”
“Pfft, no need to rush. Just wait until she returns from Beiguo Immortal Palace.”
With that, the silver fox swished its tail and sauntered away, its gait exceedingly arrogant. Even Yin Bi, who accidentally bumped into her, whispered to Yu Yi, “Sister Manzhi seems quite irritable today.”
“Don’t mind her,” Yu Yi replied.
Yin Bi nodded hesitantly.
Yu Yi gently pushed aside the kitten nuzzling against her, but as it persistently pounced back, she extended a finger to prod its head, watching the plump little feline sway unsteadily.
So utterly clumsy.
Yu Yi chuckled, playing with the kitten for a while. Only after seeing it stumble multiple times, its glossy black fur tousled, did she finally stop. When she looked up, Yin Bi had not yet left.
Ever since recovering from her injuries, Yin Bi usually stayed outside, rarely lingering near Yu Yi. So why was she here today? Yu Yi raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
Only then did Yin Bi respond, handing over a pouch. “…Elder Song asked me to purchase monster cores, and I’ve acquired all of them.”
Yu Yi glanced inside—half the pouch was filled with lightning attribute monster cores, exactly what Song Pianxian had instructed to buy for this “wind-thunder leopard”.
Fortunately, the cultivation technique “Tao Tie,” named after the legendary gluttonous beast, lived up to its reputation. It truly allowed her to absorb and transform energy indiscriminately, including that from monster cores. These treasures would not go to waste.
Yu Yi casually picked up a seventh-rank thunder hawk’s core, examined it against the light, then tossed it to the kitten. With a few paws, the cat swiftly embraced the round inner core and began crunching away contentedly.
Rubbing the kitten’s ears, Yu Yi said to Yin Bi, “Mm, you may withdraw now.”
Yin Bi finally departed.
As the door opened and Yin Bi stepped out, the rustling of wind through foliage filled the air. The breeze brushed past Yin Bi, swirling into the room and causing the green bamboo cornered there to sway melodiously.
With a click, the door closed, and the wind ceased.
The kitten set down the half-eaten monster core, ears twitching as it looked towards the door, nose quivering.
Yu Yi’s hand, entwined around the cat’s tail, paused, mirroring its gaze and softly sniffing the air.
In the wind, a familiar scent drifted momentarily before vanishing without a trace.
Having brought Tang Miao back, Song Pianxian took it upon herself to oversee his recovery and address any issues he faced on his cultivation path. Finally, she asked him, “Have you registered for the Tianfeng Union?”
“This disciple has indeed signed up for the individual competition and teamed up with several fellow cultivators for the group event,” Tang Miao replied, his eyes shining brightly. “There are still a few days until the Tianfeng Union begins. Regardless of whether I’m fully healed by then, this disciple wishes to give it my best effort.”
“I heard from Ninth Miss earlier that Lingyun Sect is sending their elders and disciples to participate as well; they should arrive in two days. Would Master like to meet them?” Tang Miao seemed much more carefree than during his time at Lingyun Sect, as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders, making him visibly lighter and imbuing him with youthful enthusiasm.
As for the news he mentioned, Song Pianxian was already aware of it. She didn’t express her opinion but was pleased to see the young man’s ambition. In encouragement, she bestowed upon Tang Miao a few rare magical artifacts. Just as she was about to offer further words of motivation, someone called out from outside:
“Cultivator Tang, are you here? Ninth Miss Qian has come looking for you.”
Had Qian Duoduo come chasing Tang Miao so soon after his return? Song Pianxian’s expression flickered subtly, suddenly finding Lu Yi’s claims somewhat plausible.
Moreover…she glanced at Tang Miao, recalling that even back at Lingyun Sect, her disciple was quite popular among female cultivators.
Yet Tang Miao seemed oblivious, treating it as casually as if his brothers were visiting. With unwavering sincerity, he said:
“I forgot to mention to Master earlier, Ninth Miss also wishes to join our team for the Tianfeng Union. She likely came to discuss this with me.”
The city lord’s most cherished daughter wanted to join their ragtag, peasant squad? Moreover, Qian Duoduo was already at the peak of Primordial Infant stage, close to breaking through, while Tang Miao was merely a Gold Core cultivator.
Song Pianxian’s thoughts swiftly connected many dots, but she maintained her composure and simply said, “Go ahead. Once you’ve spoken with them, return to your room for rest; there’s no need to come back here.”
“Yes, disciple will take his leave now.”
After Tang Miao departed, Yu Yi didn’t immediately seek Song Pianxian out, granting her a rare moment of solitude. Seizing this opportunity, Song Pianxian mentally reviewed recent events.
Since encountering Lu Yi, they had traveled from Dilang Province to Tianfeng Province. Along the way, they discovered that someone intended to harm Yu Yi, indicating treachery within Lingyun Sect. Identifying the culprit wouldn’t be difficult either.
If finding medicine for Yu Yi weren’t their top priority, Song Pianxian would have already brought her back to Lingyun Sect to confront that father-daughter duo and meticulously extract the truth.
She wondered who from Lingyun Sect was present at this year’s Tianfeng Pavilion gathering…
Lost in thought, Song Pianxian interlaced her fingers. After the failed assassination attempt, she and Yu Yi began sharing a room—
As if meticulously untangling threads of silk like spider webs, Song Pianxian scrutinized each detail with care. Her fingertips, light as butterflies, touched down gently here, their delicate wings fluttering softly.
It was this moment.
Song Pianxian had always been a light sleeper, and in this world, cultivators rarely needed rest; they often substituted sleep with meditation instead. As someone who had Transcended the Calamity, her need for slumber was even less. Yet on that one night…
Her memories were missing.
Upon waking, both Yu Yi and herself appeared unharmed, everything seemingly normal.
It couldn’t have been done by someone with higher cultivation than hers. Aside from coveting Yu Yi’s treasures, there was no other apparent reason anyone would target them.
No further speculation needed.
Song Pianxian tightened her loosely clasped hands into a firm grip, slowly exhaling with a soft sigh. “Yu Yi,” she murmured.
It seemed the little master held additional, more covert means of controlling her life-substituting puppet—methods not documented in the available information.
But why control her?
The wind’s force quickly dissipated, and the rustling of green bamboo gradually faded away.
That faint presence vanished entirely, as if it had been merely Yu Yi’s imagination.
Click.
The door opened again, but this time Song Pianxian entered.
“Pianxian.” Surprised momentarily, Yu Yi swiftly concealed her guarded expression, subtly shielding the contracted beast’s perked-up ears. “Finished talking with Tang Miao?”
Song Pianxian acknowledged her, walking towards Yu Yi.
Seated on the stool, Yu Yi slightly tilted her head to look up at Song Pianxian.
Warm white light flooded through the open door, enveloping her as she approached along the threshold between light and shadow.
Radiant like spring, luminous as snow.
Despite Song Pianxian’s undeniably enchanting appearance, Yu Yi always perceived something distinctly different about her. With growing clarity, Yu Yi realized that what captivated her wasn’t simply the puppet’s exquisite form.
Whenever the soul within the puppet gazed quietly at her, Yu Yi felt a warmth spreading throughout her body—just as now.
Pianxian, Song Pianxian.
Yu Yi had become remarkably adept at displaying the demeanor she knew Song Pianxian favored.
Her eyes gently curved, lips turned upwards, slightly parting to reveal small dimples, and softly lifting her lashes to meet Song Pianxian’s gaze.
Yu Yi wore a pure and radiant smile. “Oh, you finally came to see me after speaking with him for so long.”
“Here, I’ve already fed the monster core you brought—it enjoyed it immensely.”
In the past, whenever Yu Yi spoke like this, Song Pianxian would respond with a voice tinged with amusement, its sweetness making one’s bones tingle.
But today…
Yu Yi’s right hand froze on the contracted beast’s back, barely perceptible if not for the slight tremble at her fingertips.
Song Pianxian approached closely and leaned down to look directly at Yu Yi.
Yu Yi held her breath.
Those eyes gazed straight into hers, as if within that brief moment of contact, they could pierce through the carefully concealed layers of darkness—unveiling it completely.
Yu Yi lowered her lashes, evading the gaze.
What was wrong with Song Pianxian? Should she speak? And what should she say?
No one could answer.
Silence filled the room, the air growing tense.
Yu Yi curled her toes against the floor, preparing to lean away from this unsettling Song Pianxian.
But in the next instant, a hand clasped the back of her head.
Too late to escape; there was nowhere to hide.
Yu Yi blinked rapidly.
Unfazed by Yu Yi’s heightened awareness, Song Pianxian only chuckled softly. Her full red lips gently pursed, exhaling a gentle warm breeze onto Yu Yi’s face.
It carried a faint fragrance, moist and soothing, yet slightly…ticklish.
Afterward, Song Pianxian straightened up, playfully teasing the little black cat and murmuring lightly:
“Why is this little leopard shedding so much?”
Her curved finger rested under the kitten’s chin as she glanced sideways, her voice tender enough to make hearts flutter:
“It’s getting all over my Yu Yi’s face.”
My Yu Yi.
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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