Chapter 7

In the flowerpot, Xi Zhou gasped for breath, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to explode.

Heavens, her grass life had almost been lost. She had returned just in time.

No, wait. How had she returned to this blade of grass again? Could she still turn into a human?

Now did not seem to be the time to think about that. She looked at Zhai Wangyou, who had lit a candle with a cold expression, and her leaves trembled.

It was over. Eldest Senior Sister seemed to have turned dark. She would not torture her for a confession again, would she?

The paper and ink on the table had not been put away yet. Xi Zhou hurriedly dipped her leaf into the ink and lowered her head to write frantically:

Eldest Senior Sister, put the sword away. I’ll confess. I’ll confess everything.

Ask me quickly. I’ll tell you everything I know.

Zhai Wangyou looked at the Dream-Entering Grass, which seemed terrified, and her gaze paused slightly. She silently put away her sword.

“You actually can transform?”

Xi Zhou was just about to shake her leaves, but then she remembered the ink-splashing incident from last time. She silently lowered her head and carefully wrote on the paper:

No. Just now was an accident. I saw a fox demon trying to do something improper to you, and in my panic, I transformed.

She really did not know.

How had she suddenly transformed, then suddenly returned to the pot?

It seemed to have something to do with her emotions being extremely tense.

Zhai Wangyou stared at the Dream-Entering Grass in the flowerpot and silently released her spiritual sense, spreading it in all directions. She searched the entire courtyard, but did not discover even the slightest trace of demonic aura.

A fox demon? Something improper?

The one with improper intentions was probably someone else entirely…

She was silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, “When you said you transformed in a moment of panic, was it the same as just now?”

Because she was afraid, she had hidden back inside the grass?

Or rather, because her mind had been highly focused, she had been able to change form in a moment of urgency?

Xi Zhou thought back carefully, but she still could not make sense of it. She could only write:

I’m not sure either.

Zhai Wangyou seemed to have expected this answer. She directly drew her sword, pointed it at the Dream-Entering Grass’s thin stem, and said coldly, “A mouthful of lies. Absolutely absurd. If you do not transform right now, I will destroy this grass.”

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Xi Zhou to write an explanation, she directly swung the sword.

The blade carried an unstoppable sharp force as it slashed toward the Dream-Entering Grass. Only when it was a hair’s breadth away did it barely stop.

Zhai Wangyou withdrew the sword and looked at the graceful woman standing beside the table.

Xi Zhou clutched her chest and let out a long breath.

Too terrifying. She had almost become a soul beneath the sword.

Zhai Wangyou stared at her for a few moments, then took out a clean set of clothes from her storage ring. “Put them on. Remember the feeling from when you transformed just now.”

Hearing this, Xi Zhou understood too. Eldest Senior Sister had not really wanted to kill her. She had wanted to help her transform. It was just that the method was a little extreme…

She looked at what she was wearing and silently took the clothes. When she had transmigrated, it had been summer, and she had been asleep, so she was wearing summer pajamas.

For the conservative people of ancient times, it might be a little too bold.

Especially now that it was autumn. She could already feel a chill on her body.

After putting on the clothes, Xi Zhou obediently sat at the table. She dipped her right index finger into the ink and wrote:

Do you have a brush?

Zhai Wangyou said nothing. Her eyes were like a deep pool, calm and without ripples.

Xi Zhou understood. It seemed Eldest Senior Sister had not prepared that thoroughly. Of course, she herself had not expected this either.

She dipped her finger in ink again and continued writing:

Just now, there was a fox demon trying to do something improper to you. I swallowed a bead from its stomach. Or maybe I swallowed the fox demon itself.

After writing, she looked at Zhai Wangyou.

There should not be any major problem, right?

Zhai Wangyou was also looking at Xi Zhou. The woman sat upright as she wrote. Her delicate and refined features seemed to lack a bit of a young girl’s softness, but they had gained a unique calmness. Her every movement carried a faint scholarly air.

Zhai Wangyou’s gaze shifted, and she looked [bailiantales.com]elsewhere. “Last time, when you did that to me… did you use a dual-cultivation technique?”

Xi Zhou’s fingertip trembled.

Dual cultivation?

She understood that term, but… what did it have to do with her?

She shook her head and wrote:

I also don’t know what happened. I was asleep at first, then when I opened my eyes, I was in your dream. I couldn’t control myself either.

That was right. She had not been able to control herself at all. Even later, absolutely…

Zhai Wangyou’s face turned cold. “I had lost all my cultivation, yet after waking from that dream, all of it had recovered.”

How should this situation be explained?

Xi Zhou froze when she heard this.

She had that kind of function?

No, to be precise, doing this and that between her and Eldest Senior Sister had a repairing effect?

Could it really be some kind of cultivation technique? This was too fantastical.

Seeing her fall silent in thought, Zhai Wangyou continued asking, “Do you know how to do it or not?”

Rumor had it that dual cultivation could rapidly raise one’s cultivation. After serious injuries, one could also recover quickly through the technique. However, this method was ultimately a shortcut, and most of those who practiced it were evil beings. Therefore, it had always been despised by the righteous path.

She had only heard of it and did not know the key points.

But she had never heard of a shattered inner core being repaired, let alone overnight. The only possible explanation might be that so-called dual-cultivation technique.

Hearing Zhai Wangyou ask again, Xi Zhou rubbed her temple and could not help feeling a trace of self-doubt.

Dual cultivation?

Was it the meaning she understood?

Did she know how? Did she not know how?

Could it be that the one-night “philosophy session” with Eldest Senior Sister last time…

Was some kind of dual-cultivation technique? Otherwise, how stolen content could Eldest Senior Sister’s cultivation suddenly recover?

She silently looked at her own finger. Now that she had a guess, it seemed she should verify it.

Xi Zhou’s heart moved. Her finger trembled slightly as she wrote:

How about… we try again?

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold.

Zhai Wangyou silently bit the corner of her lip. Sure enough, the one with improper intentions was not some imaginary fox demon. It was the person before her.

“How—do—you—want—to—try?”

Eldest Senior Sister’s voice was low and slow, the final syllables drawn out extremely long. It was clearly a simple question, but when the tone fell into Xi Zhou’s ears, it sounded like another sentence entirely:

Which way do you want to die?

She sucked in a cold breath. Facing Zhai Wangyou’s gaze, which was as frozen as ice, she hurriedly wrote without thinking:

Last time, maybe your cultivation recovering was just a coincidence. We should not try it. If there is a chance, I’ll find someone else—no, I mean if there is a chance, I’ll think of another way to verify it.

She changed direction in time [stolen content]with the latter part, but because of a sudden, inexplicable guilty conscience, Xi Zhou still returned to the flowerpot.

Speaking of which, why was she feeling guilty? She had not done anything wrong to Eldest Senior Sister.

No, that line of thought was wrong too…

The candlelight flickered. The space before Zhai Wangyou became empty again. Her gaze fell on the Dream-Entering Grass in the flowerpot.

This grass had just said she would find someone else…

Zhai Wangyou lowered her brows slightly, her eyes icy. “Very well. Go find someone else and try it.”

After saying that, she picked up the flowerpot, went out, and placed it on the flower rack outside the window, squeezing it together with a pile of unknown flowers and plants.

The door closed, cutting off the warmth of the room. The night in the courtyard was dark as ink, and the cold wind blew from time to time.

Xi Zhou: “…”

Eldest Senior Sister seemed to have darkened even more. Had she been kicked out of the room?

Was it because she said she wanted to try with Eldest Senior Sister?

Or because she said she wanted to try with someone else?

Xi Zhou shook her leaves.

Eldest Senior Sister was simply burning the bridge after crossing it. Just now, in order to save her, Xi Zhou had dared to swallow anything.

Yet this woman repaid kindness with resentment and threw her outside to blow in the cold wind.

Eh? Wait. She could transform now, and she even had a physical body. Why was she letting this woman dismiss her so casually?

A moment later.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking rang out in the courtyard. The disciples in the side rooms woke up, but before they could go out and see what was going on, they heard the sound of a door opening, immediately followed by the sound of it closing. Outside, silence returned once more.

Judging from the sound, it seemed to have come from the main room.

In the middle of the night, who had come to visit Eldest Senior Sister?

Inside the main room, Xi Zhou kept her eyes straight ahead as she carried the flowerpot over and placed it on the table. Then she dipped her finger into the ink and wrote:

I won’t try with you, and I won’t try with anyone else. I only want to stay in the room.

She did not know which sentence had angered Eldest Senior Sister. In any case, a wise person did not fight when the odds were against them. Those with ambition knew when to bend and when to stand tall. Once she had the ability in the future, she would rise up and sing her victory.

Seeing Zhai Wangyou press her lips together without speaking, Xi Zhou wrote again:

I saved you just now. Last time, I may have saved you too.

The person before her still did not speak. Xi Zhou took a deep breath.

Fine. This path would not work. Then she would change strategies.

Her finger moved lightly, adding a few more words onto the paper:

It’s so dark outside, and so cold too.

Author’s Note:

Mini Theater~~

Xi Zhou: Author, hurry up and arrange for Eldest Senior Sister to get injured.

Zhai Wangyou: So the one with improper intentions really is you, grass.