Chapter 29: Green Tea? She’s the Thoughtful Little Sister
At the moment Lin Miaoxuan saw Chen Qianru, all her old and new grievances surged up at once. The pain of longing over the past three months overwhelmed her, and she erupted in fury.
“You shameless wench, seducing Senior Brother Cao!”
Lin Miaoxuan suddenly lunged forward. Chen Qianru was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. Yet she was not one to suffer losses—she retaliated instantly!
The clash between two immortals was so fierce that even thunder would have faded before them. Lin seized Chen’s arm, Chen pulled at Lin’s hair, and the surrounding disciples watched in awe.
Chen Qianru, refusing to be outdone, twisted around and declared boldly, “Lin Miaoxuan, I’ll say it straight—I like Senior Brother Cao. So what?”
“You don’t understand him at all—his talent, his dedication to the art of alchemy. How much do you really know?”
“I believe that once his cultivation reaches the seventh level of Qi Refining, he will become a true alchemist, standing equal to those so-called ‘Central Province’ masters.”
“As for you, you only covet his family background, hoping to latch onto the prestige of an alchemy family, isn’t that right?”
“Look at yourself—have you completed a single sect task in the past six months?”
“You hide away in your cave every day, living off Senior Brother Cao’s pills!”
Chen Qianru’s voice grew stronger, her arguments more forceful. “That’s right, I intend to win Senior Brother Cao for myself.”
“Unlike you, always taking and never giving, I can actually support him.”
“When he becomes an alchemist, I’ll be his apprentice. When he advances to a Foundation Protector, I’ll be his alchemist, refining pills to clear his path.”
In the scuffle, Chen Qianru inadvertently squeezed Lin Miaoxuan’s chest, her face stiffening with embarrassment and rage.
“Hah! Aside from your body, what else could possibly make Senior Brother Cao devote himself to you?”
Chen Qianru spoke with bravado, but inwardly she fretted, “I’ve heard male cultivators prefer the bigger ones…”
“Mine aren’t small, but they don’t quite measure up to Lin Miaoxuan’s…”
…
Meanwhile, the male cultivators nearby, pretending to listen to their juniors’ lectures but actually catching the gossip, couldn’t help but interject, “Well said!”
“Hey, junior sister, take it easy. I mean, that senior sister has guts—she’s willing to give everything for a man.”
But the junior sisters weren’t impressed. “Hah, say what you will, she’s still just a scheming mistress!”
“So, senior brother, you want to be seduced too? Ready to abandon me after a few sweet words?”
The men kept silent, faces twitching as they endured their juniors’ pinches, inwardly thinking:
“The ‘schemer’ in your eyes is, to me, a thoughtful and understanding little sister!”
…
Lin Miaoxuan, her face alternating between pale and flushed under Chen Qianru’s accusations, soon heard the voices of the women around her.
“That’s right, Chen Qianru, no matter how much you say, you can’t change the fact that you’re trying to steal my man!”
“I met Senior Brother Cao first, and we like each other.”
“You say he likes my body—so what? That’s exactly his type, and nothing you say will change it. Your tiny B-cup is laughable!”
Lin Miaoxuan thrust her chest forward, delivering a crushing blow.
“You—” Chen Qianru was rendered speechless.
At that moment, the crowd around Moon-Gazing Valley gathered, watching the two beauties quarrel and enjoying the spectacle.
“Damn, sisters, how handsome must Senior Brother Cao be? Now I’m curious!”
“Hah, listen to the tone—son of a noble family, second-generation cultivator, you know?”
…
Now even the female cultivators were intrigued.
Their senior and junior brothers began to complain.
“Wait, junior sister (senior sister), we get scolded for admiring beauties, but you can drool over handsome guys?”
“You don’t understand, senior brother (junior brother)—I’m just giving you a benchmark for future improvement.”
“But I only want to be myself, not imitate others.”
“Hah, you know nothing. Be good, listen—there’s always something to learn from others. Work hard, and maybe someday I’ll be jealous over you!”
Listening to their partners praise a man they’d never met, the male cultivators felt uneasy inside.
Suddenly, a figure flashed across the sky, leaving afterimages with every step.
Cao Xuan had mastered the Heavenly Gang Body-Stepping Technique to perfection.
On the way, he’d considered that Lin Miaoxuan and Chen Qianru might run into each other, but Moon-Gazing Valley was vast and crowded with couples, so he figured they might not meet.
Unfortunately, from afar, he saw the two locked in combat and realized he’d been too optimistic.
Cao Xuan’s form blurred as he appeared beside them.
“Stop!”
Neither had used true energy—their fight was like that of ordinary people, hair-pulling and wrestling.
On hearing his voice, they instantly gathered their true energy, ready to strike out at whoever dared interfere. But when they saw it was Cao Xuan, their eyes lit up and they stopped immediately.
Neither had expected him to show up, especially after three months without contact.
…
But their expressions soon darkened. Yes, three months without a word, and now he appears—clearly because of Miaoxuan (or Qianru).
…
The onlookers watched as the two girls suddenly distanced themselves, straightened their clothes, and adopted a pure, aloof demeanor. Someone sighed, marveling at how quickly girls could change faces.
But soon everyone’s eyes turned to Cao Xuan, eager to see what sort of man could inspire two top-tier beauties to fight over him.
The men clenched their teeth; the women waited with anticipation.
Yet, all at once, a collective thought rose: “This is it?!”
“Just an average face, a touch of poise, but nothing remarkable. If not for the single-striped blue robe, he’d hardly stand out at all.”
“But a single-striped blue robe marks him as an outer sect disciple, nothing more.”
The female cultivators were disappointed and kept silent.
Some of the men were elated, pretending to be annoyed, “See? He’s not even as handsome as me. What’s happening in the world?”
“Do beauties like ugly men now?”
Their words were immediately silenced by the women beside them. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m ugly?”
“No, I mean, he’s pretty ordinary—nothing to admire, don’t be upset, junior sister.”
The women snorted, feeling unlucky. They’d hoped to use him as motivation for their own partners—if he made something of himself, perhaps he’d be worth considering as a Dao companion.
But as a template, he clearly wouldn’t do.
…
Cao Xuan, seeing the two women separate, their clothes still a bit disheveled but their complexions healthy from long-term use of premium spiritual pills, felt reassured. There was no sign of despair or self-harm.
Lin Miaoxuan, seeing her long-lost Senior Brother Cao, had much she wanted to say, but her temper flared instead.
Chen Qianru felt the same—she’d missed him deeply, but now that they met, her blade was drawn.
“Senior Brother Cao, these past three months…”
They were ready to interrogate him, and Cao Xuan felt a tingling at his scalp—something ominous was coming.
He quickly raised a finger to his lips, preempting their questions.
“Shh!”
“Whatever you have to say, save it for later!”
As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, dazzling everyone present.