I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 1

"I heard that Shang Can has come to Yan Yang."

It was just past noon, and the teahouse was bustling with people coming and going. Even those who usually paid no attention to worldly affairs couldn't help but react when they heard this, turning their attention to the old storyteller.

"Shang Can? The demonic cultivator who can command heavenly fire?"

"Who else could it be!"

In an instant, the teahouse erupted in chatter. Many people looked uneasy, and some more cautious individuals expressed doubt: "You can't go spreading rumors like that. Isn't Shang Can supposed to be staying in the Biluohuangquan, the land of the demon clans? Why would she come to Yan Yang at a time like this?"

"Yes, exactly!" The words "a time like this" struck a chord, and more people chimed in, "Coming to Yan Yang now would be like walking into a trap!"

"In less than ten days, the Celestial Sect will hold a Dao Debate Conference in Yan Yang, with all the righteous cultivators gathering here. Why would Shang Can dare to show up now?"

Before the fearful atmosphere could settle, the old storyteller shook his head solemnly and said seriously, "This isn't just some baseless rumor. Yesterday, someone saw Shang Can with their own eyes in the outskirts of Yan Yang. The news is bound to spread through the city soon."

"Wearing a white jade mask, commanding fire that never extinguishes," he stroked his beard and sighed, "It could be no one else but Shang Can."

The teahouse fell silent for a moment, before a buzz of murmurs broke out again. The conversations were mostly about things like, "She must be here for the Dao Lotus Seed, the prize for the champion of the Dao Debate Conference," and "It's about time. After so many years, the righteous cultivators haven't been able to catch her, but this is a great opportunity." Among the noise, someone muttered, "Shang Can... is she male or female? Is she good-looking?"

A wave of laughter erupted from the crowd. Even the storyteller couldn't help but chuckle as he cleared his throat and resumed his tale.

"Ah, dear guest, you may not know this, but Shang Can is shrouded in mystery. Forget about her looks; no one even knows her real name."

"Every time she's appeared, she's worn a white jade mask, and no one has ever glimpsed her true face. Many who tried to have ended up as nothing more than ashes, burned by her heavenly fire."

"But based on the accounts of those who've crossed paths with her, it's certain that Shang Can is a woman."

"Seven years ago, there was a civil war among the demon clans of Biluohuangquan. Shang Can appeared out of nowhere and, with swift and brutal means, helped the demon lord Wan Shao suppress the rebellion. Streams of fiery meteors fell from the sky, making the battle look more like a fireworks display than a war. Yet in just one night, the rebels were completely annihilated. The heavenly fire burned for three days and nights without extinguishing, lighting up the dark Biluohuangquan."

"Those who saw her summon the heavenly fire said that though she is a demonic cultivator, her dazzling presence was unparalleled. She truly lived up to the saying, 'What a night to witness this unmatched Shang Can—'"

"Old sir."

Before the storyteller could finish, someone interrupted him. Feeling slightly irritated, he looked over and saw a woman leisurely walking toward him. She placed a silver ingot on the table and gently pushed it in front of him.

"Why tell such boring stories?" The woman's voice trailed off lazily, exuding a carefree attitude. "The weather is so lovely today, how about telling something... less depressing?"