“Miss Bai, nice to meet you, your name sounds lovely—Hansu… ‘In the morning, look at the green branches, a few flakes of hansu still linger’—it means snowflakes, right?” Wen Jiayin pulled out all her literary knowledge and started praising her.
Bai Hansu was stunned for a moment and said, “I’ve never heard of that.”
Ahem, that poem was written by a poet from her previous life in ancient times, so of course it didn’t exist here.
Wen Jiayin didn’t panic; it didn’t matter if she hadn’t heard of it, she could still keep talking.
“It’s from a poet in the mortal world, it’s normal if you haven’t heard of it.
Pure as snow, fair as snow, this name suits you perfectly.
Your parents really had foresight!” Although this Miss Bai wasn’t the most stunning beauty, she was still gorgeous—fair skin, a clear and elegant aura, like a person made of snow, definitely worthy of the name Hansu.
“They… probably didn’t…” Bai Hansu lowered her eyes, her expression unreadable.
Wen Jiayin felt the atmosphere was a bit off, her heart skipped a beat—did she just mess up by trying too hard to flatter? She carefully turned her head and noticed Miss Bai’s ears turning red, and immediately grinned.
So this cold-looking girl was actually so easy to get shy! She’s just like her Master!
“The demonic cultivator isn’t dead yet, be careful, stop giggling.” Bai Hansu probably wanted to sound stern, but her words came out unexpectedly soft.
Wen Jiayin covered her mouth.
She tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it—this big sister was just her type! Of course, her Master was too.
Unlike their good mood, the demonic cultivator who’d been knocked down halfway wanted to eat someone.
“Ugh… damn it, to think I’d lose to those two female cultivators.
I have to find a way to escape.” The demonic cultivator lying on the ground gritted his teeth, pulled out the sword that had pierced him, and blood splattered, staining the grass red.
“If I don’t die today, I’ll make sure those two die with no grave! That Sword Sovereign’s disciple—after she’s refined into a pill, I’ll definitely ask the lord for one to taste!” The demonic cultivator cursed as he took out a teleportation artifact, ready to leave the secret realm.
He hadn’t completed his mission, but his life was more important.
“Crack!” Suddenly, an ice blade shot out, piercing through the teleportation artifact and the demonic cultivator’s hand.
“Bang!” The demonic cultivator looked up, only to see a shadow rushing at him.
With a deafening crash, he finally lost consciousness.
Wen Jiayin opened her mouth, looked at Miss Bai, then at the zither in her hand.
If she remembered right, every music cultivator should treasure their instrument, but this was the first time she’d seen someone use their zither like a brick! Miss Bai really went all out—her fair hand gripping the zither so hard the veins popped out, and the demonic cultivator’s head was a bloody mess, instantly lifeless.
A cultivator below Nascent Soul couldn’t escape the body’s limits—dead meant dead.
She’d actually wanted to question the demonic cultivator about the scale of the infiltration and their disguised identities, but Miss Bai was too quick! She wasn’t about to extract the demonic cultivator’s soul for questioning!
“Sorry you had to see that.
The most important person to me was killed by demonic cultivators, so I can’t control myself when I see them.” Bai Hansu wiped the blood off her zither and explained softly to Wen Jiayin.
“I get it, I get it!” Wen Jiayin nodded furiously.
“Besides… his soul was shredded.
The moment his body died, his soul was destroyed too.” Bai Hansu’s tone turned a bit serious.
“What? Doesn’t that mean… there’s someone even more powerful behind him pulling the strings? What are the demonic cultivators after? This is just a regular little secret realm, why go to all this trouble to plant so many people?” No, she had to contact Chang’an and Li Youxi! The more Wen Jiayin thought about it, the more worried she got, especially about the bounty the demonic cultivator mentioned.
She’d somehow gotten a bounty from the demon clan, and if the other two were targeted too…
Wen Jiayin took out two sound transmission stones and infused them with spiritual power.
Soon, one of them responded.
“What?” It was Li Youxi’s voice.
“Something big happened! Did you run into any demonic cultivators?”
“Demonic cultivators? No, why? Did you?” Li Youxi’s tone changed, suddenly anxious.
“What about Zhi Chang’an? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know, she still hasn’t replied.
I ran into a group of demonic cultivators disguised as other sects.
From what they said, there’s more than just them.
I’ve been targeted with a bounty, not sure about you guys, but be careful!”
“She still hasn’t replied?” Li Youxi clearly wasn’t focused on the demonic cultivators.
“I’m almost at her side!”
“I’m heading there too.
If anything happens, don’t rush in!” Before Wen Jiayin could finish, Li Youxi cut off the call.
“Sheesh! Rushing in like that is just asking for trouble!” She’d never seen her care so much about Chang’an before.
Sigh, whatever, getting there was the most important thing.
“Miss Bai, sorry, a friend of mine still hasn’t replied, and I’m really worried about her, so I need to go.
I’ll remember what you did for me today.
If you ever need anything, just come to Jingdao Sect and ask for me—my name’s Wen Jiayin, just mention me!”
“Wait, I’ll go with you.” Bai Hansu said.
Wen Jiayin was a bit thrown off and blurted out, “That’s not really necessary, I’d be bothering you.”
“It’s fine, I actually have business with those demonic cultivators.
If I can capture their souls…”
“If you’re willing to help, then nothing can go wrong—thank you so much!” Wen Jiayin’s worried face finally showed a bit of joy.
She’d seen Miss Bai’s strength with her own eyes, and her help was a huge surprise.
Bai Hansu nodded gracefully.
“No need to thank me.
Where’s your friend?”
Once Wen Jiayin took out the locator artifact, Bai Hansu glanced at it, then took Wen Jiayin’s hand and, before she could react, pulled her close, wrapped an arm around her waist, and stepped onto the zither, taking off at high speed.
“Wah!” The whole sequence happened so fast that Wen Jiayin didn’t even have time to react before she fell right into Bai Hansu’s arms.
“….” Wen Jiayin’s face turned bright red.
After getting a faceful of someone else, her brain was about to short-circuit.
This was going to kill her! She was a natural-born lesbian! In both her past and present lives, she’d never been this close to another girl—well, her Master didn’t count, that was a senior who doted on her, and she always had to be super respectful; as for Zhi Chang’an, that was a kid she’d watched grow up, she wasn’t desperate enough to cross that line.
So this accident was a huge shock for Wen Jiayin, who’d been single since birth.
She overreacted and started struggling, forgetting they were flying at high speed.
The result of breaking free was almost falling off.
“Don’t move!” Bai Hansu quickly caught her again, a bit nervous.
“What if you fall?”
A seven-string guqin really wasn’t that big.
Even after enlarging it for flight, two slim girls had to stand close together, so the slightly taller Bai Hansu was basically whispering in Wen Jiayin’s ear.
No matter how cold and aloof the girl beside her looked, her presence was warm and soft, and the breath on Wen Jiayin’s ear tickled her.
She went stiff all over, not daring to move, afraid of another awkward accident.
“Is that it up ahead?” After flying for a while, Bai Hansu raised her hand and pointed forward.
Following her finger, Wen Jiayin saw golden-red flames burning in the distance.
That was Zhi Chang’an’s phoenix fire—she couldn’t be more familiar with it!
“That’s it!” There was a fierce fight up ahead—something must have gone wrong!
