After Forcibly Taking Senior Sister - Chapter 3

Senior and Junior Sister were extremely familiar with each other, but that was absolutely no reason a Golden Core cultivator would fail to notice the movements of the person beside her.

Yun Ningqing probably felt that the scene would become very awkward if she woke up, so she pretended to be deeply asleep. Senior Sister and Junior Sister both understood it perfectly well. Only this evil thing did not know.

—Senior Sister had frightened Lulu. She had to give her a little compensation, right?

Ji Linglu’s eyes shifted beneath her eyelids. Although she was still extremely wary of this strange thing, a few traces of contempt inevitably arose in her heart, while even more of what remained was boundless hatred.

She could never understand exactly how the private feelings between her and her Senior Sister obstructed anyone else. Why were there always so many people rushing forward one after another to stop them? And now, even this strange thing that was neither human nor ghost wanted to interfere. It had not hesitated to make her be reborn, all for the sake of separating them.

No, that was not right. In her previous life, she had already fallen. If someone wanted to do something to Senior Sister, would that not have been the best opportunity?

No matter how famous Yunzhong Jun had been, no matter how many people she had killed, what deterrence could a dead person still have? She would only be unable to protect the treasure she could not let go of even in death.

So in her previous life, Senior Sister must have loved her deeply and refused to even glance at anyone else. That was why this strange thing had no other choice but to defy heaven and change fate for her, returning everything to a time before it could no longer be salvaged. Then it planned to “reform” her, so she would willingly hand Senior Sister over to someone else…

Hateful! It deserved to die!

The aura around Ji Linglu fell into disorder for an instant, killing intent surging endlessly in her heart.

When she heard a tiny rustling sound from beside her, Ji Linglu immediately became well-behaved. The violent thoughts in her heart instantly scattered like smoke and clouds, leaving only softness behind.

Ji Linglu lay on her side, eyes tightly shut, still holding one of Yun Ningqing’s arms in her embrace. It was a very obedient, very dependent posture.

She could feel that after Senior Sister woke up, she lowered her eyes and gazed at her for a long time. Her gaze fell lightly and gently on Ji Linglu’s cheeks and the cinnabar mole between her brows, as if checking how she had slept and whether she had had a nightmare—this was the very excuse Ji Linglu had used to climb back into Yun Ningqing’s bed.

Or perhaps she was simply looking at the obedient appearance Ji Linglu had while asleep.

Ji Linglu’s skill at pretending to sleep grew increasingly perfected. No matter how much she thought in her heart about wantonly getting close to the Senior Sister separated from her by an entire lifetime, she restrained herself, and her face betrayed nothing.

What if she threw herself into Senior Sister’s arms before she even had the chance to act spoiled, only to be struck by the ghostly thing’s lightning? Whether it hurt or not did not matter, but she absolutely could not let Senior Sister notice anything was wrong and worry for her again.

In truth, what she feared most was that if the ghostly thing could not see any results from reforming the so-called vicious female supporting character, it would fly into a rage and choose to harass her Senior Sister!

Having returned to live this life again, she still had this much patience. If she could not protect Senior Sister well, then no matter how many lifetimes she returned for, it would have no meaning at all.

In the next moment, Yun Ningqing moved again. She helped Ji Linglu brush aside the stray hair on her forehead and tucked it behind her ear, then tucked in the corner of the blanket for her before quietly and carefully getting out of bed.

The first thing she did after getting out of bed was not to dress herself, who was wearing only a pure white inner robe. Instead, she took out the clothes Ji Linglu would wear during the day, folded them neatly, and placed them on the chair so Ji Linglu would see them as soon as she woke.

Then she arranged the mountain-foot pastries Ji Linglu had been talking about wanting to eat these past two days on the table—yesterday, because of the matter of Qingqing and the poems, Yun Ningqing had forgotten to take the pastries out.

Yun Ningqing did not want Ji Linglu to think Senior Sister was angry and no longer liked her, so she left a note, telling Ji Linglu to eat properly, practice her sword properly, and that Senior Sister did not blame Lulu.

Only after everything was done did Yun Ningqing dress herself, then push open the door and walk out with calm, unhurried steps.

Ji Linglu silently opened her eyes. Her gaze lowered, staring infatuatedly at that patch of night that was still dark as ink.

The system was utterly dumbfounded by what it saw—why didn’t she just feed the meal directly into the vicious female supporting character’s mouth?

The protagonist shou was practically a mother-type girlfriend!

No wonder the vicious female supporting character would not turn back even after crashing into the southern wall, and still wanted to drag the protagonist shou with her to the Yellow Springs even in death.

No, no, no! The protagonist shou and protagonist gong were the ones born to be a pair. No matter how good the protagonist shou was, toward the vicious female supporting character, it was only the affection between Senior and Junior Sister, absolutely not true romantic love.

The protagonist shou had her own destined woman. The vicious female supporting character was nothing more than an insignificant passerby in the process of her and the protagonist gong overcoming countless hardships to be together!

Yes, exactly!

The system earnestly and patiently advised, [Seeing the protagonist shou do all these things for you, aren’t you touched? Such a good person as her should naturally be with someone who is already good!]

Ji Linglu withdrew her clinging gaze and laughed loudly. Her face showed mockery, and in an instant, she returned to normal. As if she did not understand the meaning behind the ghostly thing’s words, she nodded in agreement and said, “That’s right. Senior Sister and Junior Sister, born to be a pair, childhood sweethearts, with affection as deep as the sea. Could anything be better than that?”

She completely changed from the obedient girl she was when Yun Ningqing was present. The corners of her eyes lifted, one leg crossed over the other, her movements wanton and unrestrained. Her lips seemed to smile yet not smile, her gaze full of ridicule. This was entirely the posture only Yunzhong Jun would have.

Communication failed!

Release electricity!

Electrocute this bastard who was deliberately pretending not to understand the system’s words!

At this moment, the system came to a realization. Just by looking at the vicious female supporting character’s awful nature, it was afraid that sooner or later, it would become the Thunder God and Lightning Mother!

It decided to reason properly with its host.

[The protagonist shou should not be together with a vicious villain!]

Ji Linglu’s eyes flickered, and she sneered again and again. “Then may I ask, exactly what was so vicious about me in my previous life?”

It was only because she had blocked someone else’s path. It was only because Senior Sister loved her. It was only because her existence was like a fishbone stuck in the throat of the so-called protagonist gong!

Treasures were born of heaven and earth. Was she not allowed to take them?

If others killed her, was she not allowed to kill them?

She and Senior Sister had grown up together. What was wrong with her pursuing Senior Sister?

On what basis did everything change to a different set of standards when it came to her?

Ji Linglu did not accept it, nor would she acknowledge it!

In her previous life, Yunzhong Jun had never treated others kindly, but she had also been too lazy to actively make enemies of others. There was only one exception: she was extremely ruthless toward enemies, and would never stop until she had exterminated them completely.

Since they dared to make an enemy of her, why did they not dare to bear the price of opposing her? Could it be that she was supposed to wait for them to come bully her Qingqing!?

Some people simply deserved to die. Had there been so few instances of people taking advantage of her Senior Sister’s good temper to push their luck and press forward step by step? Why had no one stepped forward then to preach these grand principles? Why was it that the moment it was their turn to resist, everything became their fault in every possible way?

It was only that Yunzhong Jun’s sword had not been fast enough. Otherwise, who would dare defy her feelings for Senior Sister!

“Someone who is already good? They only bullied us because we had no master to protect us and because my Senior Sister has a good temper! They all deserve to die!”

Mingguang Zhenjun was a heroic woman who had died saving the world. And yet? Had her two disciples not still been bullied to this extent?

Qingxuan Sect could not possibly mistreat the Mingguang Peak lineage. On the surface, their treatment was naturally equal to everyone else’s. Other sects and powerful experts could not openly show dissatisfaction toward the disciples of a hero either. But the foundations Mingguang Peak had accumulated generation after generation, and the immense reputation and legacy Mingguang Zhenjun left behind—who would not covet them after seeing all that?

Yet Mingguang Zhenjun’s fame was too great, and her death too earth-shattering, too blameless. The disciple she left behind was only at the Foundation Establishment stage and had even accepted a disciple on her master’s behalf, picking up an infant still in swaddling clothes to keep as her Junior Sister. One older child dragged along one younger child, and the two of them stumbled their way through growing up. The only ones they could rely on were each other.

And yet, in just two hundred years, Mingguang Zhenjun’s second disciple, Yunzhong Jun, died tragically at Baima Pass. Then what good ending could Fairy Ningqing possibly have?

It was precisely because Ji Linglu understood this perfectly that she refused to repeat the same mistakes.

In the past, Yun Ningqing had always been the one blocking the outside storms for Ji Linglu. Ji Linglu did not want to live under Yun Ningqing’s wings. She also wanted to protect Yun Ningqing. What was wrong with that?

Now, Yun Ningqing got out of bed before dawn only to participate in Qingxuan Sect affairs. Otherwise, Mingguang Peak’s position would only become even more awkward and delicate—everyone treated Yun Ningqing and Ji Linglu like fragile glass cups, not letting them touch any real authority, nor allowing them to handle trivial matters, troublesome matters, or dangerous matters. Outside the sect, they had no reputation of their own either. Whenever people mentioned them, they only called them Mingguang Zhenjun’s disciples. If this continued for long, how were they supposed to conduct themselves?

The system had something to say. [In your previous life, you became a tyrant everyone wanted dead! Other tyrants at least had followers. You were all alone! Don’t you understand how serious this is? Isn’t that enough to make you repent?]

Ji Linglu closed her eyes for an instant, suppressing her monstrous hatred. Then she curved her lips, her tone practically tender and affectionate. “With Yun Ningqing by my side, what need do I have for anyone else?”

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!]

[In any case, with this system watching you, I absolutely won’t let you interfere in the beautiful love between the protagonist gong and shou!]

Ji Linglu lowered her eyes. No one knew what she thought of, but she laughed happily.

[…Host, are you okay?]

The system was greatly alarmed. It had not even had its host for a full day yet. Surely she had not already been angered into madness by it?

“I’m very well.” Ji Linglu’s brows relaxed, and she said lightly, “That’s right. What do your protagonist gong and shou have to do with me? I only want Yun Ningqing.”

She could understand what vicious female supporting character, villain, and protagonist meant, but she did not understand gong and shou. She supposed they were also existences opposed to an evil person like her. And she had figured it out—there was some reckless, death-seeking thing coveting her Senior Sister in secret.

The system no longer even had the strength to scream. It felt that the one who should be driven mad was clearly itself.

It was fine, it was fine!

If the vicious female supporting character were easy to reform, she would have reined herself in at the edge of the cliff long ago. It would not have needed to step in. This current state was normal…

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!]

A continuous stream of screams rang through Ji Linglu’s mind, deafening. She only felt it was wonderfully pleasant.

One person and one system parted on bad terms.

The system felt it needed to catch its breath before it could continue communicating with this stubborn host. Otherwise, it would be angered into malfunctioning right after leaving the factory!

Ji Linglu was also too lazy to press her victory. Winning against a ghostly thing had no real pleasure to it.

The sky was just beginning to brighten. She got up and put on the clothes Yun Ningqing had prepared for her, then left the room and sat on the rocking chair beside the bitter bamboo. With hot tea, she began eating the pastries Yun Ningqing had left behind. The light in her eyes flickered between brightness and darkness, and tears nearly fell.

She was born far too beautiful, with an austere radiance that made her seem inviolable. Dressed in crimson robes with a single red mark between her brows, she was so intense she looked as if she would throw herself into the flames in the very next second. When she lowered her eyes in sorrow, her grief did not ease, giving her a deathly, breathtaking beauty—like clouds in a dream, snow beyond the clouds, spring within the snow.

The system resolutely refused to admit that it was secretly admiring its host’s supreme beauty. Just one glance, and even its anger faded.

“Are you still angry with me?”