Vol2Chapter 131: Older Sister Has the Upper Hand
“Cousin, what’s dual cultivation? Isn’t it just a normal treatment?”
“Why does treatment involve dual cultivation? There’s definitely something fishy going on!”
Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er were the most vocal in their objections.
“Sister Ji Ya, are you pulling our legs?”
“I… I also think the Head Shopkeeper is joking…”
Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan tried to mediate.
“How could I joke about such a sensitive matter?” Ji Ya adopted a shy, demure demeanor. “But there’s truly no other way. I only agreed to this after much deliberation.”
Hearing her explanation, Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan turned to Yan Zhen, seeking confirmation.
Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er also stared at him expectantly.
He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. “There is another method that doesn’t involve dual cultivation. I just haven’t figured it out yet. I… I’ll do my best to find a solution.”
Instructor Yu Xuan’s voice was soft, laced with a hint of skepticism. “And what if you can’t?”
He hesitated. “Then… dual cultivation is the only option. I can’t just abandon Sister Ji Ya.”
Five pairs of eyes glared at him. He squirmed under their scrutiny, shooting a resentful look at his “good sister” – no, his bad sister!
— She’s doing this on purpose! Why is she tormenting me?
Ji Ya giggled, like a fox who had successfully stolen a chicken, winking at him playfully.
“Don’t worry, sisters. It’s just a treatment. I won’t cling to Little Brother Yan Zhen afterwards and demand he take responsibility.”
The girls exchanged glances.
“Are you serious?”
She sighed dramatically, her voice filled with feigned sorrow. “I know I’m a pitiful woman. I’m already content that he’s willing to acknowledge me as his older sister. How could I possibly ask for more?”
Her melancholic tone evoked a pang of guilt within them. They had been too quick to judge, assuming the worst. She was just trying to survive, even at the cost of her virtue.
They could understand her predicament. Even if the partner was Yan Zhen, their feelings would be complex.
They preferred a normal courtship, leading to a loving marriage, rather than this forced union.
Besides, in their previous life, Ji Ya had indeed remained his “good sister,” even orchestrating his wedding. Clearly, she hadn’t demanded he take responsibility. She might have even rejected him, firmly maintaining their platonic bond. Otherwise, knowing his personality, he would have undoubtedly married her, just like his social-climbing wife.
It seemed they had misjudged her? Even Yan Zhen reconsidered his assumptions.
She might appear bold and unrestrained, but she was actually quite conservative.
He was reluctant to perform dual cultivation with her. Did she truly desire it?
She was merely making a necessary sacrifice to save her life.
Her precognitive dreams had influenced her behavior, leading her to be overly affectionate, even hinting at a romantic relationship.
However, after meeting Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu, she seemed to have changed her mind, abandoning her pursuit of a deeper connection.
He felt a pang of shame. He had been so focused on completing the system’s tasks, ensuring his actions aligned with the script, that he hadn’t considered her feelings.
Was this how a “good little brother” behaved? He was pathetic!
“Don’t say that, Sister Ji Ya. I’ll do my best to find a cure that doesn’t require dual cultivation. And if I can’t… if we have to… I’ll… I’ll take responsibility!”
The five girls, despite their jealousy, couldn’t say anything. It would be insensitive.
“I knew I could trust you…”
Ji Ya was touched.
“But there’s no need to force yourself, Little Brother Yan Zhen. You already have a partner. As your older sister, my blessings are enough.”
— I’ll bear all the pain and sacrifice alone.
Her eyes seemed to convey those words.
He sighed inwardly. Is this the path I’m supposed to take?
Not the precognitive dream path, nor the script’s path, but the path dictated by reality.
Without the medicinal bath recipe from his Beautiful Sect Master, dual cultivation was his only option.
But even after dual cultivation, she would remain his “good sister.” The outcome wouldn’t change.
…
Ji Ya didn’t stay long. After finalizing their travel plans for the next day, she departed with her twin bodyguards, leaving behind a room filled with complex emotions.
“…Yan Zhen, come with me to the training ground.”
Instructor Yu Xuan, snapping out of her daze, grabbed his shoulder, dragging him to the academy’s training ground, slamming the door shut behind them.
“You haven’t finished your movement training. Since you’re leaving tomorrow, let’s try to complete it today.”
He scratched his head. It should have been finished long ago. She had been secretly raising her cultivation, from One Star Mystic Scholar to Two Star, then to Three Star, ensuring he never won, subjecting him to daily “punishments.”
She was clearly using this tactic to claim her “punishment privileges,” leaving strawberry marks all over his body.
Speaking of which, he recalled a close call when Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu had nearly discovered a pink mark on his chest while helping him undress.
Thankfully, he had quickly explained it away as a bruise from Instructor Yu Xuan’s Mystic Power whip during their sparring session. There was even a trace of Water Mystic Power lingering on the mark, requiring him to slowly dissipate it with his own Mystic Power.
His convincing demonstration had dispelled their suspicions, but that night, he had been “drained” four times. They had promised to be more restrained…
“What are you thinking about? Come on!”
“Oh, right.”
He shook off those not-so-pleasant memories, jumping onto the training posts, beginning their sparring session.
…
Hours later, he sat on the ground, drenched in sweat, staring at his hands in disbelief.
He had won. He had successfully knocked her off the training posts.
Could it be that experiencing the power of the General Tier had enhanced his strength?
“Well, that concludes our training.” She bit her lip. “Y-you can… punish me however you like. I won’t back out.”
Her body, glistening with sweat from their intense session, was incredibly alluring. Her hair clung to her flushed cheeks, sweat trickling down her swan-like neck, pausing at her collarbone before disappearing into the deep valley between her breasts, her ample bosom heaving with each breath.
He could only think of one phrase to describe her: juicy and delicious.
And this juicy and delicious woman was offering herself to him for punishment…
He swallowed, then smiled, spreading his arms wide, deliberately letting his sweat-soaked body get closer to her.
“I punish you… to give me a hug.”
“That’s not a punishment!” She blinked, flustered. “It’s a… a reward.”
“If you don’t like it, then it’s a punishment.”
“…”
Weren’t those her words from before?
Her heart fluttered. She surrendered to her shyness, stepping into his embrace.
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