Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 242: Chapter 34 Nonsense
 

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Upon reaching Shushan’s Qingluo Peak, the two returned to the Daoist temple for a brief rest.

This trip to White Jade Capital appeared unscathed on the surface, yet in reality, I had died countless times.

Even the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal’s habit of “killing without blinking” was nearly driven to the brink of collapse by tens of thousands of defeats and deaths, held together only by some unspeakable tenacity.

As soon as I returned to the Daoist temple, I immediately drowned myself in a pot of monkey wine to reward myself.

Ling Yunpo followed behind, wanting to speak, then hesitating, hesitating then wanting to speak.

Normally, flirting with Senior Sister An anytime and anywhere was effortless, and I could even enjoy her slightly coquettish glaring.

Yet when it came to professing love, I found myself somewhat at a loss as to where to begin.

In the end, Ling Yunpo was not prepared to take responsibility for Senior Sister An.

After all, I am a spy, and one day my true identity will be revealed; I cannot accompany Senior Sister An to the end.

However, Senior Sister An is so tender, protective, and attentive to the point of willingness to sacrifice everything for me, even her own life… To deceive and disappoint such a Senior Sister, even if Ling Yunpo could deceive his own conscience, he was afraid that he would be struck dead by Heavenly Thunder during the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Kunlun Mirror, listening to his inner monologue, remained silent, simply observing from the sidelines.

It’s alright, Guan Shui, just follow your heart. Don’t worry about failing Senior Sister An because such an opportunity will never come…

“Ah,” said Ling Yunpo with irritation, “Ah Jing, I remember when I first joined Qingluo Peak, you seemed to have advised me not to cause trouble for Senior Sister An, did you not?”

“Me? When did I say that?” the Kunlun Mirror asked in surprise.

“The one engaged to Junior Sister Xu was Qiu Changtian, what does that have to do with me, Ling Yunpo?” Ling Yunpo reminded him.

The Green Duckweed Sword exclaimed with a ‘Wow,’ uncertain as to what it was amazed by, but Ling Yunpo chose to ignore it.

The Kunlun Mirror fell silent.

At this point, it couldn’t possibly say, “Originally I was pure and only supported one female lead,” “Now you forcibly tarnish the image of the sole female lead, which is actually ungrateful and heartlessly disloyal; I’d prefer you to be caught and exterminated by them.”

After struggling to think for a moment, it stuttered as it spoke:

“After all, Senior Sister An likes you…”

“You’ve noticed too?” asked Ling Yunpo in surprise.

“Is it hard to notice?” the Green Duckweed Sword chuckled, “I think she’s just deceiving herself by masking it as ‘sisterly care for her junior brother.’ Just push a little harder and break through that thin veil, she certainly won’t be able to deny it.”

“I feel like both of you are waiting to laugh at me…” Ling Yunpo said suspiciously.

“No, no. Not at all,” both the mirror and the sword hurriedly retorted.

Ignoring them, Ling Yunpo walked to the back courtyard and saw An Zhisu heavily intoxicated in the pavilion, her graceful figure leaning carelessly against a pillar, radiating charm.

When it comes to Senior Sister’s figure, I must mention the time she returned bloodied, and I had once tended to her wounds—the curves of her body were simply breathtaking.

Unfortunately, since then, Senior Sister An has never returned injured again. Ling Yunpo suspected that instead of ceasing her sword duels, she would find someplace to hide and secretly heal before coming back.

Stepping into the pavilion, Ling Yunpo touched Senior Sister’s forehead.

It was a bit hot, and her flushed face didn’t seem feigned, so it looked like she was truly drunk.

The taste of alcohol itself isn’t pleasant. Many people relish what’s in their cups not for the pungent taste but for the drunken haze that helps them forget all their troubles, which seemed to be the case with Senior Sister An.

Based on what Ling Yunpo knew, Su Jian’s father was said to be a heavy drinker, so Senior Sister An was likely led astray by him.

“Hmm?” Feeling the weight on her forehead, An Zhisu hazily opened her eyes, “Junior Brother?”

“Why are you drinking all by yourself here, Senior Sister?” Ling Yunpo asked with a bittersweet smile, “Is something troubling you?”

Upon mentioning this, An Zhisu suddenly burst into tears, caught Ling Yunpo off guard with a hug, and sobbed:

“Junior brother, I am sorry… I shouldn’t have had such bad thoughts…”

Ling Yunpo: ??????????

At this moment, he wasn’t sure how many question marks he would need to express the confusion on his face.

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Bad thoughts? What bad thoughts? Could Senior Sister be planning to kill me… Mmm! Mmm mmm mmm!

Before he could even ask, he was embraced around the neck by Senior Sister An and buried into her chest, which made even breathing difficult.

“Senior Sister really doesn’t want you to leave…” Under the influence of the alcohol, her tone was mournful, broken and sobbing, and she rambled on without end, “The situation at Qingluo Peak is indeed bad, but… but Senior Sister really doesn’t want you to leave…”

Towards the end, it seemed less like she was venting her frustration through drunkenness and more like she was acting spoiled and willful.

It took Ling Yunpo some effort to struggle free from the excess flesh, and then he took her into his arms, gently patting her back for comfort, but his eyes flickered with a hint of doubt:

Could it be possible that Senior Sister is actually pretending to be drunk right now, taking the opportunity to confess to me…

“No chance.” the Kunlun Mirror spoke out, “I’ve scanned her, she’s truly drunk.”

“Oh.” Ling Yunpo sighed and then saw An Zhisu struggle out of his embrace with a flushed face, turn around to hug a pillar, and cry out:

“Master… Your disciple has let you down, had bad intentions towards my junior brother…”

As she spoke, her voice gradually turned into sobbing and she fell silent.

Since Senior Sister is indeed drunk, does that mean… everything she’s saying now is the truth?

Ling Yunpo moved behind her and asked in a low voice:

“Tell me, what bad intentions are you talking about?”

“Your disciple originally only wanted to be his Senior Sister…” An Zhisu’s eyes were blurred with drunkenness, and her voice trailed off, “but doesn’t want to be… just his Senior Sister forever…”

“Then what do you want to be to him?” Ling Yunpo asked patiently.

The response he received was the even sound of breathing; Senior Sister had already fallen asleep hugging the pillar.

“Ah, really.” Ling Yunpo stared at An Zhisu’s defenseless sleeping face, his heart filled with complex feelings, unable to decide whether he was happy or guilty.

“Let’s take Senior Sister back to her room first.”

The next morning.

An Zhisu slowly woke up on the bed, feeling a severe headache as if she hadn’t recovered from a hangover.

She silently circulated her True Yuan, passing it over the many major acupoints on her head, and her consciousness immediately cleared up.

Clutching her head, she vaguely remembered the events of the previous day and couldn’t help but groan.

She remembered accumulating too much pressure in White Jade Capital and then drinking a lot of alcohol in the pavilion by the creek upon returning, eventually even forgetting to use her True Yuan to dissipate the alcohol, ending up completely intoxicated.

As for who brought her back, it went without saying.

Uh, I hope I didn’t say anything foolish when junior brother found me, right?

At this thought, An Zhisu had the urge to bang her head against a wall.

To show herself in a bad light while drunk was a minor issue; what’s worse was if she had said something nonsensical in front of her junior brother and lost the dignity of a Senior Sister!

Regarding her “drunken behavior”, An Zhisu really had no confidence.

She straightened her clothes slightly, then walked out of the Daoist temple.

Seeing Ling Yunpo practicing swordsmanship in the open space in front of the temple, An Zhisu subconsciously straightened her face, planning to rectify yesterday’s misconduct and authoritatively said:

“Junior brother, your swordsmanship is not bad, but there are some areas for improvement, such as…”

She gave some scattered comments, but then saw Ling Yunpo looking at her with a strange expression.

“Junior brother! You, what are you doing…” An Zhisu tried to put on a senior sister’s authority, sternly scolding him, but her voice involuntarily softened as she spoke.

“Senior Sister, you are really beautiful.” Ling Yunpo said with a smile.

“Ah, is that so?” An Zhisu said frantically, only then realizing she had been too hasty getting out of bed and had forgotten to dress her hair and put on her hairpin. Her long black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders like a vast waterfall.

She quickly covered her face, turned around, and hurried back into the Daoist temple, bashfully leaving behind a sentence:

“I’m going to tidy up!”