Chapter 0: 41. I Cut Your Long Hair for You
Let’s move time forward a bit.
“Those two Snow Travel Lions will be enough for Third Young Lady and her companions to handle,” Zhuo Xueyang said with a playful tone, fiddling with a ceramic medicine bottle in his hand.
“We’ll continue to find other fierce beasts and continuously create trouble for them, draining their spiritual power so they can never be in peak condition.”
“Finally, we’ll use a borrowed knife to kill, using those righteous cultivators to wipe them all out.”
“Young Master’s plan is truly brilliant.”
“Yes, so witty,” Qiu Qianyue said, crossing her arms and nodding like a pecking chick.
“Young Master is wise, long live Young Master, hahahaha.”
Qiu Qianyue: “Ah ha ha ha.”
“Who are you!”
Somewhere along the line, a strange woman had appeared among them, startling everyone.
Zhuo Xueyang didn’t say a word and threw a punch at Qiu Qianyue’s face. However, his fist stopped just shy of Qiu Qianyue’s nose, unable to advance any further.
…
At this very moment.
Qin Gou was positioned towards the back, so Gu Feiyan didn’t immediately notice the abnormality in his expression. She only stared at the uninvited guest in white clothes before her, her heart filled with apprehension.
This woman single-handedly eliminated ten cultivators, each no lower than the Hidden Weapon Realm, without a single scratch. What was her own cultivation realm?
“I haven’t yet asked for your name?” Gu Feiyan asked politely, her mind brimming with questions. She noticed that the other party seemed to have already restrained her aura. Without activating her ‘Eye of Truth’, she couldn’t discern the depth of the woman’s cultivation.
“Qiu Qianyue, you can call me Sister Qiu,” Qiu Qianyue said with a smile, her bright eyes and white teeth exceptionally captivating. She didn’t seem like a fierce person who had just taken ten lives.
Gu Feiyan calmly nodded and said, “I thank Sister Qiu for clearing the obstacles for our group. However, we are mere passing acquaintances and have no prior connection. May I ask what your purpose is, Sister Qiu, and why you did this?”
“It’s for you, silly sister,” Qiu Qianyue replied, hands on her hips with a carefree smile. “Otherwise, with my cultivation, would I bother picking on these juniors?”
“For me? I don’t understand,” Gu Feiyan’s clear beautiful eyes held even deeper confusion.
Qiu Qianyue extended her hand towards Gu Feiyan and said calmly, “Come with me. I can show you a bigger world, go wherever you want, do whatever you want, and no one can stop you.”
“Sister Qiu wants me to follow you from now on?” Gu Feiyan asked.
Qiu Qianyue smiled slyly, her eyes sparkling and clear, “You can understand it that way.”
“Then please allow me to refuse.”
Gu Feiyan didn’t hesitate at all and stated frankly, “I still have my own goals to achieve, and I am on my way. I will never deviate from my path.”
“I knew you would refuse. I’ve been refused many, many times before, but in the end, all those who refused me became my good sisters. Do you want to know why?” Qiu Qianyue’s expression remained unruffled, becoming even more cheerful and lively.
Gu Feiyan shook her head, offering no opinion.
Qiu Qianyue said with a serious expression, “It’s because, instead of talking endlessly, it’s more convincing to let you personally experience the freedom and joy of living with me.”
With that, Qiu Qianyue pointed at Gu Feiyan. “No matter what you’re thinking right now, I will take you away directly. If, after following me and experiencing so many fun and interesting things by my side, you still wish to leave, then it will be entirely up to you.”
Gu Feiyan’s eyes trembled. “Sister Qiu, you’re not joking, are you? This kind of action, what’s the difference between this and those ‘flower pickers’ who are hounded by everyone in the cultivation world?”
At some point, Qiu Qianyue suddenly appeared beside Gu Feiyan like an elf. She placed a hand on Gu Feiyan’s shoulder and whispered charmingly in her ear, “You’re right. I do love being a flower picker.”
Gu Feiyan’s heart was shocked. She wanted to break free and dodge, but to her surprise, she found herself completely unable to move, not even a finger.
“Senior Sister Gu!”
Sensing Gu Feiyan’s unusual expression, Liu Ying cried out in alarm. Hu Le and Hu Yin, the two brothers, brandished their massive Natal Spirit Tools and were about to attack Qiu Qianyue.
Qiu Qianyue pursed her lips and smiled, flicking her finger at Liu Ying. “No moving.”
“No moving, stop!”
She flicked her fingers again at Hu Le and Hu Yin. Instantly, all three were frozen like stone statues, unable to move.
“Hmm?” Finally, Qiu Qianyue’s gaze fell upon Qin Gou, who stood silently with a dark and gloomy expression. She playfully smiled. “This little rascal is quite well-behaved. I won’t immobilize you.”
“Alright, sister Feiyan, now no one can disturb us. Come with me. Even if you resent me now and are very dissatisfied. Perhaps in the future, you’ll even thank me for my heartless actions today.” Qiu Qianyue deftly licked her moist lips. Her fair hands steadily rested on Gu Feiyan’s shoulder, and a pure white lotus forged from spiritual power bloomed beneath her feet.
Gu Feiyan wanted to resist but couldn’t move an inch. She wanted to retort but couldn’t speak.
Suddenly, a deep, enraged, yet authoritative voice echoed in Qiu Qianyue’s mind through a sound transmission.
“Debt Girl!”
“Who are you?” Qiu Qianyue immediately exclaimed. Her beautiful face turned slightly pale. This familiar voice gave her a very ominous premonition, a sense of awe and affection that had been deeply ingrained in her soul over the years.
She quickly scanned her surroundings, her immense spiritual power spreading out like ripples. However, she couldn’t identify the true origin of the voice.
Qin Gou stood in place, silent. He wore a tall crown on his head, which appeared simple.
But this unremarkable crown was, in fact, one of Celestial Master Qin Gou’s proudest supreme defensive Magic Tools: the Nine Bends Spirit Protection Crown.
With its blessing, as long as Qin Gou willed it, his sound transmission would reach Qiu Qianyue like the voice of a god, coming from all directions simultaneously, making his true form indiscernible and his presence mysterious.
“Who am I?”
“A man who taught you to read and write, cut your long hair, and washed your bloomers.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Qiu Qianyue released her grip on Gu Feiyan. She meticulously tidied her own messy short hair and quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in her robes, looking like a delinquent student about to be inspected by a teacher.
Then came a ‘thud.’
Qiu Qianyue, her face pale, knelt in the dust. Her back was straight, and she knelt with such practiced ease and naturalness, as if it were the most rightful thing to do.
This sudden turn of events startled Gu Feiyan, Liu Ying, and the Hu brothers. What was this unpredictable, troublesome goddess up to now?
A proposal?
