Chapter 3: Help! Why isn’t the Saintess Senior Sister leaving yet!

Yan Qingjue withdrew the finger resting on Lin Yue's lips, then suddenly gripped Lin Yue's arms tightly with both hands, burying her head a bit lower.

The breath carrying a cool fragrance exhaled against Lin Yue's ear, and she could even feel Yan Qingjue's nose tip touching her own cheek.

The action made Lin Yue itch unbearably, and she couldn't help letting out a soft cry.

It was over; only these two words remained in her mind.

This time, there was truly no escaping.

Lin Yue's heart beat extremely fast, and her brain, which was usually too lazy to work, was currently spinning at an unprecedented speed, trying to seek a path to survival in this desperate situation.

Resist? Relying on her puny strength to oppose someone who could shock an entire audience with just a glance was no different from seeking her own death.

Beg for mercy? Her previous actions had already proved it was completely useless, and it might even backfire.

A thought flashed through her mind: Since she couldn't solve the trouble before her, she would let herself, the bearer of this suffering, lose consciousness first.

Lin Yue made up her mind and prepared to take a gamble.

Just the moment before Yan Qingjue's lips were about to press down, Lin Yue's entire body began to relax.

She rolled her eyes, tilted her head to one side, and her breathing stagnated as a result, making her look entirely as though she had passed out.

Yan Qingjue's actions stopped.

Maintaining her leaning posture, her body suspended above Lin Yue, she clearly saw that pale little face drained of color from fright, with a teardrop still hanging on the eyelashes, too late to roll down.

No crying, no struggling, she just passed out like that.

Yan Qingjue imperceptibly knitted her brows.

She extended two fingers and pressed them against Lin Yue's slender neck.

The pulse beneath her fingers was rapid and chaotic, yet it did not show any signs of weakness.

…She really was scared unconscious.

She gazed at Lin Yue's defenseless sleeping face for a long time, the intense intent in her eyes slowly receding, leaving behind only a deep, scrutinizing look.

The person was in her hands, but she was merely someone without consciousness.

This made her feel thoroughly unenthusiastic.

She never did anything to unconscious people; that was no different from tinkering with a lifeless object that had no reaction.

What she wanted went far beyond this.

Yan Qingjue straightened her posture, stepped off the bed, casually pulled over a thin quilt from the side, and threw it onto Lin Yue.

The moment the quilt covered her, that emotionless voice in Lin Yue's mind sounded once again.

[Check-in location "Saintess's Bed" achieved, overnight mission in progress… Mission time limit: one shichen. Requirement: safely spend one shichen on Yan Qingjue's bed.]

Lin Yue: "…"

I really have to thank you for reminding me of the mission progress!

One shichen!

She had to lie here motionless and pretend to faint for a full two hours?

Also, this Lord Saintess, why are you still standing here and not leaving!

Lin Yue screamed anxiously in her heart, yet her body dared not make the slightest movement, keeping her breathing extremely light for fear of revealing a flaw.

She was very certain that Yan Qingjue had not left the room.

That crisp, cool fragrance was too obvious, permeating the air and completely impossible to ignore.

Time passed incomparably slowly. Lin Yue felt her limbs gradually growing numb, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

Suddenly, a very faint chill brushed across her entire body, even seeping into the interior of her body, slowly scanning her from head to toe.

Lin Yue instantly became so nervous she couldn't breathe.

What is she doing? Is she using a Spell to scan her entire body?

A few seconds later, that chill vanished.

Not far away, Yan Qingjue, who had sat down cross-legged, opened her eyes, a hint of puzzlement appearing in her expression.

A Mortal body?

The young girl named Lin Yue was completely empty inside; aside from spiritual power, not even a trace of ever practicing cultivation could be found.

How could a pure Mortal possibly possess the once-in-ten-thousand-years Taiyin Holy Body?

There must be a reason for this.

Instead, this sparked Yan Qingjue's interest.

She was not in a hurry, just sitting quietly to the side, regulating her internal breathing while observing the "comatose" young girl on the bed.

She wanted to see just what other secrets this little thing was hiding on her body.

To Lin Yue, this was practically the ultimate torment.

She could clearly perceive that a gaze was constantly landing on her, causing all her muscles to involuntarily tense up.

She didn't dare open her eyes, and could only repeatedly chant inwardly.

"Hurry and leave, hurry and leave, I beg you, hurry and leave…"

"I have no kin or kith, if you let me go, I guarantee I will vanish completely…"

"System! My good System! Think of a way quickly! If she keeps looking at me like this, I'm really going to lose it!"

The System did not respond.

Lin Yue felt desperate.

She could only continue playing the role of a quiet corpse.

Not knowing how much time had passed, just when Lin Yue felt her body had completely stiffened, that long-awaited voice finally sounded in her mind.

[Check-in successful! Congratulations on obtaining the introductory chapter of the exclusive Cultivation Technique for the Taiyin Holy Body!]

It's here!

Lin Yue felt a surge of wild joy in her heart, almost wanting to spring up like a carp.

The reward was finally in her hands!

But thinking carefully, getting an exclusive Cultivation Technique for the Taiyin Holy Body right here in the territory of the Hehuan Sect, you really are a "little Genius," System.

Before she had time to "rejoice" for too long, a cool wave of Qi rose from her Dantian, rapidly flowing to every part of her body.

Her body was currently being rapidly nourished by a force, and her energy quickly recovered.

This feeling was far too comfortable, so comfortable that Lin Yue almost let out a soft hum, fortunately biting down hard against the tip of her tongue at the very last moment.

As the Cultivation Technique operated on its own, she could clearly perceive that a faint power was slowly emerging inside her body.

Is this Spiritual Qi?

She had actually gone from an ordinary person to become a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator just like that!

Lin Yue was completely immersed in the joy of her growing power, entirely unaware that the other person in the room had made a new move.

Yan Qingjue, who had originally been meditating, suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze looking sharply at the still unconscious young girl on the bed.

Just a moment ago, she had sensed an extremely pure aura appearing from within this bedchamber.

Although that aura was faint, it was completely different from any aura within the Hehuan Sect.

The bedchamber was dead silent.

Yan Qingjue slowly stood up and walked silently back to the bedside.

This time, her investigation was even more meticulous.

She clearly perceived that Lin Yue's body was no longer completely empty.

A trace of extremely faint Spiritual Qi was slowly flowing within her Meridians.

Although it was weak to the extreme, it truly existed.

An hour ago she was still an ordinary Mortal, and an hour later she stepped into the Qi Refinement Stage right in front of her?

And she accomplished this while unconscious?

Looking at Lin Yue's innocent and flawless sleeping face, a look of curiosity surfaced on Yan Qingjue's face for the first time.

Interesting.

There were even more secrets on this Junior Sister than she had anticipated.