Chapter 1
Mo Shuangshuang stood on a ladder, her hands braced against the top of the wall. Her bright almond-shaped eyes were wide open as she tried her best to distinguish the faces of the group of female cultivators in the neighboring courtyard.
After staring for a long time, she scratched her head and asked Siming, who was floating beside her, in confusion, “Which one are you talking about?”
To her, all the cultivator sisters next door looked more or less the same. None of them was even as pretty as her eldest sister.
The female immortal who called herself Siming poked her on the head in exasperation. “Are you face-blind? The tallest one, wearing white!”
“Oh.” With such a specific description from Sister Siming, Mo Shuangshuang finally understood.
The guests staying in the courtyard next door were a group of cultivators from the Cangyu Sect. There were countless sects, large and small, throughout the cultivation world, and the Cangyu Sect was among the better-known ones.
Mo Shuangshuang, on the other hand, belonged to the Mo family. The Mo family had originally been considered a medium-sized sect, but after the family head passed away many years ago, Mo Aoshuang was left as the only person capable of holding things together. Unable to support the entire sect on her own, she watched as it gradually declined from a medium-sized sect to a small one.
This time, Mo Shuangshuang had accompanied her eldest sister, Mo Aoshuang, and her second sister, Mo Wenxue, to attend the Piling Cultivation Assembly. As for why a third-rate sect like theirs had been assigned accommodations right next to those of a top-tier sect?
Sister Siming said it was because Mo Shuangshuang had a special identity, so she was destined to stay next door to Wanqi Yu. As for what made her identity so special, Siming refused to explain in detail, merely saying that she would understand in the future.
Resting her chin in her hands, Mo Shuangshuang stared at Wanqi Yu in the neighboring courtyard. After studying her for a long time, she decided that the woman really was different from the others.
Sister Wanqi Yu’s face was a little fairer than everyone else’s, her eyes a little bigger, and her nose was straight. Her lips were a pale shade, and her hair was long and black. The expression on her face resembled the one her eldest sister wore whenever she was scolding her second sister, which somehow made Mo Shuangshuang feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Mo Shuangshuang murmured to herself, “She does seem a little prettier than the others?”
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In the neighboring courtyard, a tall, slender female cultivator dressed in snow-white robes was speaking to her junior sister with her eyes lowered. Sensing an unfamiliar gaze studying her, her brows shifted slightly, but she did not look up.
As the eldest daughter of the Wanqi family and the most outstanding disciple of the Cangyu Sect, she had long since grown accustomed to all kinds of curious gazes. Since this particular gaze carried no ill intent, she paid it no mind.
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Hearing Mo Shuangshuang’s praise, Siming immediately puffed out her chest and declared with pride, as though the compliment had been directed at herself, “Right? That’s our Divine Venerable Feiyu!”
Back in the day, what had Divine Venerable Feiyu been most famous for? Her beauty! Unfortunately, her temperament later proved so incredibly ruthless that everyone forgot she had originally taken the Divine Realm by storm with that face of hers.
Although she had now become the mortal Wanqi Yu and no longer carried her fearsome reputation, her beauty was still the real deal!
Just look at that graceful figure wrapped in layers of exquisite, snow-white silk, that smooth, jade-white skin, that raven-black hair, and that peerless face so beautiful that even the finest painter could hardly capture it! With such an enchanting figure and beauty capable of bringing kingdoms to their knees, how could this little girl possibly resist being utterly captivated?
“Divine Venerable Feiyu?” Unaware of the elaborate thoughts running through Siming’s mind, Mo Shuangshuang merely asked curiously.
Siming glanced at her, secretly frustrated by how slow the little girl was to catch on. She replied vaguely, “You wouldn’t understand. You’ll find out in the future.” She quickly changed the subject and urged, “Anyway, now that you know who Wanqi Yu is, your next task is to win her over!”
“Win her over? What does that mean?”
“It means making her like you!”
Mo Shuangshuang immediately let out an “Ah!” and said dejectedly, “But I don’t know how to make other people like me.”
She was too embarrassed to tell Sister Siming that she was already fifteen years old and barely had any friends. That Sister Wanqi Yu looked incredibly capable at first glance. Would someone so impressive really be willing to become friends with her?
Siming shook her head and patted her chest confidently. “Do you know what I, Siming, do? I’m the one who writes the destinies of mortals. With me here, what are you afraid of?”
But if Sister Siming was so powerful, why did she still need to ask her for help? Mo Shuangshuang gave her a worried glance and remained silent.
Seeing that the little girl was still so dispirited, Siming decided to tempt her with a reward. “Don’t you want to restore your family’s former glory and make the Mo family a medium-sized sect again? Or even take it a step further and stand shoulder to shoulder with the three great sects?”
Mo Shuangshuang hesitated. “Is that possible?”
Siming nodded solemnly. “Of course. Why would a goddess like me bother lying to a little girl like you? Let me ask you this: Do you want to become someone important?”
Someone important? Did that mean becoming as powerful as her father and mother, someone everyone looked up to?
Mo Shuangshuang’s heart began pounding wildly at the thought. She covered her little face with her hands and exclaimed excitedly, “Yes!”
She wanted to become someone important! She wanted her eldest sister to stop working so hard, her second sister to stop making fun of her, and both of her sisters to see her in a whole new light!
“Then do exactly as I say and make Wanqi Yu like you!”
“Mm!”
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While Mo Shuangshuang was chatting with Siming, she had made no effort to keep her voice down. Several female cultivators in the neighboring courtyard glanced in her direction more than once. Seeing the little head peeking over the wall and apparently talking to itself, they exchanged looks and began whispering among themselves.
“Junior Sister, look over there…”
Following the direction her junior sister was pointing, Wanqi Yu spotted a small, round head peeking over the wall. Its owner had a youthful face and wore her hair in two tiny buns. She was gazing in their direction with bright, eager eyes.
When the little girl met her gaze, not only was she unafraid, but she even raised her arm and waved enthusiastically at her.
A look of astonishment crossed Wanqi Yu’s delicate face. She had not expected the owner of that gaze to be so young. She was about to ask who was staying next door when the little round head suddenly disappeared behind the wall.
Wanqi Yu was momentarily taken aback, then a faint smile appeared in her eyes. Her senior sister, Ji Xing, asked in surprise, “Junior Sister, what are you looking at?”
Wanqi Yu withdrew her gaze, and the expression on her face quickly faded. She replied indifferently, “Nothing. Just a little stray cat.”
“A stray cat? Are there stray cats around here?” With her hands clasped behind her back, Ji Xing looked her up and down thoughtfully.
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After watching for a while, Mo Shuangshuang skipped happily back to her room. Before long, she emerged carrying a fresh, juicy peach. Holding it up in front of Siming like a child showing off a treasure, she said, “This is a peach from Xinghe City that Eldest Sister brought back. I heard it’s the same variety as the Queen Mother of the West’s immortal peaches!”
Such precious Xinghe peaches were extremely rare, and her eldest sister had only managed to bring back one. She couldn’t bear to eat it herself, so she had given it to Mo Shuangshuang instead. After thinking for a moment, Mo Shuangshuang took out a small knife and divided the peach into three equal portions.
She could give one-third to Sister Wanqi Yu and the other two portions to her eldest and second sisters.
She knew that making friends required giving gifts. Whenever someone came to her second sister asking for a favor, they would always slip her a red envelope.
“Second Sister said this is called bribery.” Looking like someone who knew exactly what she was doing, Mo Shuangshuang declared confidently, “Once Sister Wanqi accepts my gift, she’ll be too embarrassed to refuse to be friends with me.”
Siming: “…”
Why did she have the feeling that there was something a little wrong with Mo Shuangshuang’s head?
It was just her imagination… right?
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