Ah No, My Unhinged Senior Sister Found Out I’m A Fox Demon! - Chapter 2

She opened her eyes.

The first thing that came into view was a curtain as thin as cicada wings, hanging from a wooden bed. Draped over her body was a cool silk quilt.

A small, round ring-shaped piece of jade hung against her chest, fastened tightly with a red cord. The moment Gu Chufu turned her head, she met someone’s concerned gaze.

The woman had an ethereal, immortal air about her. Her long hair was bound with a silver crown, a peachwood hairpin running horizontally through her dark, bluish-black strands. Silver cloud patterns adorned her plain white robe. Her face was kind and gentle, and she looked no older than her early twenties.

Yet she carried a calm, steady presence.

“Chufu, you’re finally awake.”

She lifted a hand and took a purple porcelain cup from the wooden table beside her, then brought it to Gu Chufu’s lips. The tea inside was a clear jade green, obviously brewed from top-quality leaves.

“Come—drink some water first. Your master will feed you.”

Gu Chufu’s pale lips touched the purple porcelain cup. The fragrance of the tea moistened her long-dry lips. She took a small sip and instantly felt refreshed from head to toe, the lingering taste rich and soothing.

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

Only after seeing her drink the tea did Xiang Xingzhu finally let out a breath of relief. At least the child had woken up. She should be fine now.

“I… I know I was wrong.”

Gu Chufu lowered her head, not daring to look into the woman’s eyes. Seeing that she was dressed in plain white sleepwear, she deliberately avoided her gaze.

Naturally, this little movement could not escape Xiang Xingzhu’s sharp eyes. Since when had this child become so timid? In the past, whenever even the slightest thing did not go her way, no amount of lecturing could make her listen.

“You’ve forgotten the rules again, haven’t you? You should say, ‘This disciple knows her mistake.’ It is also my fault for being too lenient with you on ordinary days… I’ve allowed you to become so improper.”

“This disciple… this disciple knows her mistake. I hope Master will forgive me.”

It was not that Gu Chufu did not know how to speak in this awkward ancient style. After all, she had studied for more than twenty years. But as a modern person, actually saying it out loud felt unbearably strange.

“Master, is Junior Sister awake?”

A figure in a water-blue robe hurried in, carrying a long sword in a white sheath. Her dark hair was tied behind her with a ribbon, her brows cold and stern. She had an extraordinary bearing, and her body stood as straight and elegant as green bamboo.

A young hero, gifted and brilliant.

This was the female lead who had been copying an encyclopedia of formations in the outer hall: Shen Jingjun.

She was also the male lead’s true love in The Sect’s Number-One Chosen One.

Gu Chufu could only force herself to stay calm. She braced a hand against the bed and was about to greet the female lead properly.

But she was so afraid that her whole body trembled… God, how could she not be afraid? In the novel, the female lead had a mutated lightning spiritual root. Later on, she even used a lightning-summoning technique to strike Gu Chufu to death while she was still alive. Charcoal-grilled fox meat, that was what it had been.

Yet her fearful trembling only made her look even weaker. Shen Jingjun quickly set her sword on the table and, with eyes full of worry, helped Gu Chufu sit up.

“Junior Sister, you don’t need to be afraid.”

“This matter is already over.”

Her embrace carried the scent of flowers from the courtyard. She held Gu Chufu tightly in her arms, her fingers running along her junior sister’s shoulder as she comforted her in a soft voice.

“If Junior Sister is still tired, then rest for now.”

She had originally been carrying out a sect mission. After finally killing a great demon, she had hurried back the moment she heard that her junior sister had fallen ill. She had flown on her sword without daring to delay for even a moment, rushing back to the sect first.

“Thank you for your concern, Master, Senior Sister. I still feel a little dizzy, so this disciple will rest now.”

In truth, she just wanted to give herself some time to play dead and calm down. Gu Chufu clenched the quilt tightly as countless images flashed through her mind. But no matter how long she kept her eyes closed—until night fell and the candles in the room were lit—she still did not return to modern society.

The person who came to light the candles was Shen Jingjun. In the wavering candlelight, she wore a thin gauze dress and walked quietly to Gu Chufu’s side, looking at her face with pity in her eyes.

“Junior Sister, I know you’re still pretending to sleep. Are you afraid Master will punish you?”

This junior sister of hers had been greedy since childhood and had never been easy to look after. If it had only been the spiritual herbs and plants grown in their own medicinal garden, then so be it.

But this time, she had truly eaten up all of Elder Ruocao’s precious treasures. It was no wonder the elder had flown into a rage. Those fruits only bore once every hundred years, and eating just one could grant more than ten years’ worth of cultivation. Elder Ruocao had originally prepared them for the disciples of the Medicine Hall. Who could have expected an unexpected troublemaker to charge in halfway and ruin most of them? His fury had surged up, and in a moment of carelessness, he had struck Junior Sister so hard that she was severely injured.

Shen Jingjun understood this clearly. A faint smile hung on her lips as she looked gently at her junior sister.

This little thing had probably been scared silly after being beaten by Elder Ruocao, which was why she was now pretending to be too ill to get up.

“If you’re truly that afraid, I’ll sleep with you. You’ve clung to Senior Sister since you were little. Surely now that you’ve grown up, you haven’t started disliking me, have you?”

It was also a good chance for her to check how serious the injuries on the little one’s body really were.

Hearing that, Gu Chufu did not dare keep pretending to sleep anymore. She hurriedly opened her eyes and tried to sit up to refuse. Good heavens, she had lived this long and had never shared a bed with another woman before.

Her parents had divorced when she was very young and had each started new families of their own. She had been raised by her grandmother alone since childhood. Although she had been lonely, she had also been happy. But a few years ago, her grandmother had passed away from illness too.

Perhaps her parents felt they owed her something, because at least they had never shorted her on tuition or spending money.

The reason Gu Chufu still refused to face reality, even now, was because she had been just about to succeed in getting into graduate school.

Who the fuck could accept this!!!

“N-No need… Senior Sister.”

But the moment she finished speaking, a sharp pain twisted through her stomach. It was as if her insides had been overturned by stormy waves. The pain made Gu Chufu curl up like a shrimp.

The quilt was wrinkled and crumpled by her movements.

Her expression twisted deeply from the pain… How could it hurt this much?

“Oh no. You must have eaten too many of those fruits!”

Gu Chufu’s cultivation practice had always been inconsistent—fishing for two days and drying the net for three. She often grew playful halfway through training, so even now, she was only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Shen Jingjun’s brows furrowed slightly.

Even a Foundation Establishment disciple who ate just one of those fruits at a time would need a long while to digest it. Gu Chufu had eaten so many in one breath. It would have been strange if her stomach did not hurt.

“It hurts… It hurts so much…”

How could a modern person possibly endure pain like this? Gu Chufu felt as if her intestines were being forcibly torn apart. She pressed both hands tightly against her stomach.

The pain nearly brought tears to her eyes, and her toes curled. Her small, thin body looked especially frail. Because of her constant writhing, most of her white inner robe had loosened, exposing one fragrant shoulder.

“Forgive me… Junior Sister.”

Pressing her index and middle fingers together, Shen Jingjun tapped the acupoint on Gu Chufu’s neck. Gu Chufu immediately passed out. Her entire body collapsed unconscious on the bed. Her complexion was abnormal, blood surging beneath her skin, and even her soft lips had been bitten so hard by her own teeth that two bloody marks remained.

If Shen Jingjun did not circulate her spiritual power now, Junior Sister’s life would likely be in danger.

Shen Jingjun climbed onto the bed and gathered Gu Chufu into her arms. Sitting cross-legged, she began to meditate.

She had to guide the accumulated spiritual energy into Gu Chufu’s internal organs, meridians, and channels.

Only then could she help Gu Chufu smoothly digest the spiritual energy clogging her blood vessels and meridians, allowing her cultivation to rise dramatically.