The Cool and Aloof Senior Sister Always Flirts with Me

Chapter 11: Ascending the Mountain (3)

"!!!"

Yan Jue froze, immediately tying her belt and glancing around. Only after confirming there was no one else nearby did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Although she was a modern person and didn't care much about such things, it seemed that in ancient times, accidentally revealing something in front of others was considered a big deal?! The kind of mistake that could lead to having to marry someone on the spot.

Recalling the look in Qi Xianqing's eyes earlier, Yan Jue silently repeated to herself, She's straight. She's straight. Then she turned and left.

That night, Yan Jue returned to the small wooden cabin. Sitting on the bed, she pulled out the herbs she had bought a few days ago and began to slowly tend to the dog bite on her arm.

In just a few days since coming back to the mountain, she had already been injured twice—what bad luck.

But...

She had already broken through to the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, and her body felt completely different from when she had first transmigrated here.

If, before, her body had been like a stagnant pool, now she could feel a flourishing vitality rising from within.

Yan Jue interpreted this as the original body having lived too comfortably by the male lead's side, causing her cultivator's body to gradually stagnate. However, being from the Fox Clan of the Ghost Palace, the original host's natural aptitude wasn't bad.

Since Yan Jue had crossed over and experienced many trials, it seemed to have awakened some dormant potential within the body.

Indeed, cultivation required fortuitous encounters. Living a peaceful life may be satisfying, but it wouldn't lead to rapid progress.

After treating her wound, Yan Jue closed her eyes and suddenly felt a surge of demonic energy in her chest. The next moment, she transformed into a fiery red fox.

Yan Jue leaped onto the windowsill, stretched, and then stepped outside.

She wasn't tired. Earlier that day, her cultivation had been interrupted halfway through by the dog demon, so she intended to go out and continue.

The moon hung high in the sky, and a cool evening breeze blew gently.

Her paws crunched softly on the fallen leaves beneath her.

As a fox, the original body had impeccable features—fiery red fur without a single blemish, with her belly as white as snow, like a lotus blooming in flames.

Before long, she arrived at Cihu Peak.

As Yan Jue approached the spiritual pond, just about to step closer, her steps halted abruptly.

In that instant, she sensed an overwhelming killing intent, and all her fur bristled in alarm.

Through the swirling mist, a woman stood by the lakeside with her hands behind her back.

She wore pure white robes, and with every step she took, electricity crackled around her feet, the wind howling fiercely.

Her expression was cold, each step graceful as though treading on lotus flowers.

A pitch-black longsword whistled overhead, shifting through various postures, slicing through the pitch-dark night sky, leaving behind a series of stunning afterimages. The sight reminded Yan Jue of the grand military parades she had seen in modern times, where planes roared powerfully overhead.

The silhouette was mesmerizing—so otherworldly, it was impossible to ignore. With just a glance, Yan Jue recognized her.

The person practicing swordsmanship by the spiritual pond was none other than Qi Xianqing, whom she had met earlier that day!