Chapter 78: Extra 4
Ming Jian Su would never admit she was afraid to meet Feng Chiyue’s gaze. She scoffed, dismissing it as “nonsense,” then proceeded to prove her “bravery” in their daily life. She would occasionally glance at Feng Chiyue, and at first, when caught, she would instinctively look away. But seeing Feng Chiyue’s teasing smile, she would remember her goal: to defy Feng Chiyue. Why should she back down? Driven by this inexplicable competitiveness, she would only avert her gaze when Feng Chiyue looked away, covering her flushed face with her hand, her actions betraying her true feelings.
Having been promoted from a Heavenly Official to a Heavenly Emissary, Ming Jian Su wasn’t as busy as before, but it was still far from the carefree life she had envisioned.
Whenever she returned to their dwelling, there would always be a few bottles of elixirs on the table. Feng Chiyue’s alchemy skills were indeed superior to those of the Supreme Palace’s Immortal Monarchs. At least her elixirs contained no residual toxins, saving her the trouble of refining them further.
Their days passed like this, with no end in sight. She had considered becoming a wandering immortal, but the officials at the Heavenly Mechanism Department either brushed her off or informed her that, having already registered, she couldn’t change her status within the stipulated timeframe. Realizing she was bound by a “contract,” she felt a surge of frustration.
“Perhaps you need to become a Star Monarch to enjoy true freedom,” Feng Chiyue said, offering half-hearted consolation.
Ming Jian Su believed her.
“Is the Chaos Mirror really that interesting?” she asked, looking at Feng Chiyue, who seemed to be living a carefree life, her tone tinged with envy.
“It’s alright,” Feng Chiyue replied, not even looking up.
Ming Jian Su: “…”
On a bright moonlit night, Ming Jian Su was meditating in her room as usual.
Her goal was to become a Star Monarch, someone who could delegate tasks to subordinates.
The door creaked open. She didn’t need to guess who it was.
She remained still, curious about Feng Chiyue’s intentions.
Feng Chiyue walked towards her, her steps leisurely, her gaze fixed on her.
Ming Jian Su tried to pretend she was unaware of her presence, but Feng Chiyue’s fingertip landed on her cheek, gently stroking it at first, then gradually increasing the pressure, but always staying within a tolerable range, creating a strange sensation. She couldn’t take it anymore. She opened her eyes abruptly, meeting Feng Chiyue’s gaze, a hint of amusement in those dark depths. Her face flushed instantly. She grabbed Feng Chiyue’s hand. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp.
Feng Chiyue knelt before her, her hand throbbing slightly under Ming Jian Su’s grip, but she didn’t make a sound. She simply stared at her, waiting until her embarrassment deepened, then said slowly, “You’re always looking at me. Isn’t that an invitation? You also complained about the Chaos Mirror. I’ve stopped playing with it.”
Ming Jian Su was stunned. She had never issued such an invitation! She quickly released Feng Chiyue’s hand, but she seized the opportunity to embrace her. Ming Jian Su panicked and pushed at her shoulders, but she wouldn’t budge. “I didn’t…” she protested, but Feng Chiyue leaned closer, and a wave of inexplicable shame washed over her. She glanced at the candle flame flickering in the wind, her heart mirroring its movement.
“I like you very much,” Feng Chiyue said, her words blunt. She pulled back slightly, watching with amusement as Ming Jian Su’s face turned crimson.
Ming Jian Su: “…” She couldn’t meet her gaze. She struggled to control her erratic breathing, refusing to look into those captivating eyes.
Feng Chiyue leaned closer, her breath brushing against her cheek, then a warm, soft sensation, fleeting, on her lips.
Ming Jian Su’s eyes widened. She almost jumped up, but she was still trapped in Feng Chiyue’s embrace.
Feng Chiyue didn’t make any further moves. She simply lay down as if nothing had happened.
Ming Jian Su’s mind was in turmoil. She looked at her warily. “This is my bed,” she said.
“Okay,” Feng Chiyue replied, pulling Ming Jian Su’s sleeve over her face, as if to say, “I’m not listening.”
In the end, Ming Jian Su fled.
But Feng Chiyue visited her every night, simply holding her close, occasionally kissing her cheek.
Ming Jian Su tried to be firm, telling her it was inappropriate. But Feng Chiyue ignored her, continuing her nightly visits.
The crimson robes on the bed were always disheveled, as alluring as a blooming flower.
When Ming Jian Su once again protested, Feng Chiyue finally stopped pretending not to hear. She sat up, met her gaze, and asked, “You have countless ways to stop me, but you chose the weakest one. So, Elder Sister, you don’t really want me to leave.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement, her red lips curving into a seductive smile.
Ming Jian Su’s face flushed again, this time with anger and embarrassment.
She wanted to throw Feng Chiyue out, but her hand, resting on her waist, moved gently, involuntarily.
Feng Chiyue, accustomed to taking advantage, leaned closer. Instead of kissing her cheek, she brushed her lips against the corner of Ming Jian Su’s mouth, her tongue teasingly tracing its outline.
Ming Jian Su’s heart pounded, her mouth dry, her body stiff.
Feng Chiyue looked at her and smiled. “Are you happy, Elder Sister?” she asked. Her hand slid down, her fingertips tracing circles on Ming Jian Su’s chest.
Ming Jian Su’s eyes were hazy, her mind blank. She didn’t even hear what Feng Chiyue was saying, and before she knew it, she was lying down. She didn’t resist Feng Chiyue’s touch. After all, her tolerance had gradually increased.
But the Phoenix Care Manual hadn’t mentioned anything about taking care of her in bed!
One thing led to another, and their monotonous life finally gained some excitement.
But she still needed to earn Cinnabar Jade, even more diligently now, to achieve her goal of freedom sooner.
Ming Jian Su often went to the battlefield, while Feng Chiyue, averse to leaving their dwelling, preferred to stay in their cave.
Feng Chiyue often said, “I like you, Elder Sister” and “I miss you,” but Ming Jian Su didn’t believe her. Most of the time, it was she who initiated conversations, and Feng Chiyue would only reply with a few words. She never contacted her first.
She was probably watching plays on the Chaos Mirror or arguing with other immortals, not caring about offending them. Was she planning to become a recluse? What if she was ambushed on the road? There was no such thing as “justice” in the Heavenly Court. Ascending here felt like entering a den of thieves.
A hundred years after her ascension, Ming Jian Su, without any backing, finally reached the point where she might be promoted to Star Monarch.
Rising from Heavenly Official to Heavenly Emissary was achievable, but ascending from Heavenly Emissary to Star Monarch depended on fate.
When she returned with the good news, Feng Chiyue was fully immersed in a heated argument on the Chaos Mirror.
The news had already spread: the East Abode Master position was vacant and a new one would be chosen soon. The immortals were speculating about potential candidates.
Feng Chiyue didn’t see her Elder Sister’s name mentioned, and she felt a surge of displeasure. She didn’t care if she knew those officials or not. She launched into a tirade, insulting everyone.
Everyone was useless except her Elder Sister.
But those officials argued back, bringing up Heavenly Princess Chu Yi, claiming that, if not for her noble status preventing her from accepting a lower position, the East Abode Master title would undoubtedly be hers.
Heavenly Princess? Feng Chiyue had no recollection of her, but anyone who stood in her Elder Sister’s way deserved to be scolded.
Hearing footsteps, she put away the Chaos Mirror and greeted Ming Jian Su with an innocent smile.
Ming Jian Su sighed, not bothering to ask what she had been doing. After all, it wasn’t the first time she had lost to the Chaos Mirror. She considered her words carefully, then told her about the East Abode Master selection.
Feng Chiyue sat cross-legged on the bed, her chin resting on her hand. “Are you confident, Elder Sister?” she asked, smiling.
“Of course,” Ming Jian Su replied without hesitation. Dealing with those incompetent fools wouldn’t even require her to draw her sword. She paused, then asked, “What if I lose?” The small wooden hut in their cave had already been transformed into a grand palace, but it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t even compare to her Dharma Hall in the lower realm, let alone the Heavenly Palace. She frowned slightly, worry etching a faint line on her forehead.
A glint of malice flashed in Feng Chiyue’s eyes. “That’s impossible,” she said. If her Elder Sister lost, it would mean the Heavenly Court was blind. And what good were blind immortals? They would only get themselves into trouble sooner or later. They might as well head to the Yellow Springs early and secure a good spot.
Ming Jian Su didn’t notice her fleeting killing intent. She smiled and walked towards the bed.
Feng Chiyue took her hand, pulling her down, and straddled her lap, her arms around her waist.
Ming Jian Su kissed her, their breaths mingling, the atmosphere growing intimate. She looked up at Feng Chiyue and asked, “Do you like me, Junior Sister?”
“Yes,” Feng Chiyue replied without hesitation, then, with a confused expression, added, “You’ve asked me this several times over the past hundred years. Isn’t that enough?”
Ming Jian Su: “…” She really didn’t want to hear another word from Feng Chiyue right now.
A human immortal, ascended from the lower realm, without any backing, aspiring to become the East Abode Master… naturally, there were many obstacles.
Many immortals challenged her. Her fingers itched to fight, but she restrained herself, not sending them to the cycle of reincarnation. After all, she couldn’t kill without reason.
Finally, she was promoted.
According to the Heavenly Court’s rules, as long as you had enough Cinnabar Jade, you could purchase your current dwelling.
She didn’t want the unnamed mountain. It had no valuable resources, and she couldn’t afford it anyway. She simply used her magic power to transfer everything from their cave to her new abode.
The Heavenly Emperor had four generals under his command, all tasked with handling conflicts between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm.
During her time as a Heavenly Official, she had never seen those generals on the battlefield. This meant that the East Abode Master was a high-ranking position with few responsibilities.
Who would have thought it would take a hundred years after ascension to achieve the lowest level of her initial goal? It was much slower than she had anticipated, but it was still a good thing.
“I’ll have a lot of free time from now on,” she said, turning to Feng Chiyue. “Dong’e Mountain is filled with spiritual energy, far superior to that unnamed mountain. It’s filled with things left behind by the previous East Abode Master. How do you want to renovate it, Junior Sister?”
Feng Chiyue thought for a moment. “Palaces, treasuries, a spring of ambrosia, and a parasol tree,” she said.
“Alright,” Ming Jian Su agreed, nodding. “And a hundred-year-old peach tree, blooming eternally.”
She preferred the image of peach blossoms against a human face to a phoenix perched on a parasol tree.
Feng Chiyue glanced at her but didn’t insist on the parasol tree.
Ming Jian Su smiled happily. “I can finally spend time with you,” she said.
There was nothing more delightful than enjoying a carefree life with Feng Chiyue, playing in the Immortal Realm.
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