Chapter 5 Senior Sister Placed a Restriction on Me!

Moonlight passed through the window lattice, casting a patch of white beside her.

She just stood there without a word, her figure not very distinct in the dark.

Oh no, did she say something wrong and get carried away?

She just wanted to act a bit closer to find an excuse to go to the Scripture Pavilion in the future and incidentally figure out the temper of this Saintess.

But the other party's reaction like this left her at a loss for what to do.

"Senior Sister?" Lin Yue called out softly again, her voice revealing uncertainty.

Yan Qingjue still did not respond, only scrutinizing her in the dark with those eyes, that gaze carrying no emotion at all.

She could not back down. If she backed down now, the courage she had just mustered would be wasted, and it would only make the other party more suspicious of her.

She took a breath, got down off the bed, and stepped barefooted onto the somewhat chilly ground.

She slowly walked up in front of Yan Qingjue, and due to the height difference, she had to tilt her head up to clearly see the other party's face.

"Senior Sister, when I eat alone, I always feel scared in my heart. Can you accompany me for a while?" Speaking to the end, her voice was already very faint.

To increase persuasiveness, she stretched out two fingers and gently hooked onto a corner of Yan Qingjue's wide sleeve robe.

The chill of the fabric was transmitted along her fingertips.

Yan Qingjue's figure stiffened for a moment.

She looked down at the young girl's petite chin, as well as her throat rolling up and down due to tension.

Scared?

This word, spoken from the mouth of this Junior Sister of unknown background, had no persuasiveness at all.

From pretending to be unconscious and being seen through, to her cultivation changes being noticed, although she had panicked, she had never shown true helplessness and despair.

Her mental resolve was much stronger than she displayed.

"I do not have the habit of eating meals together with people." Yan Qingjue's voice broke the silence, sounding just like usual with no emotional fluctuations audible.

Lin Yue felt a wave of disappointment; truly it wouldn't work?

The thoughts in her mind spun extremely fast.

As long as she could make Yan Qingjue stay a moment longer and speak a few more words, perhaps it could shift her perception of herself as the "Taiyin Holy Body" from a mere object slightly over to a living, breathing Junior Sister.

Between objects and people, the treatment was still vastly different.

She could not give up just like this.

Lin Yue was anxious in her heart, squeezed out a smile on her face, and instead gripped the corner of the sleeve even tighter.

"Just for a while, alright~ Senior Sister, I just arrived and don't know anyone, I…"

She began to show weakness, her expression looking very helpless: "I beg you~, Senior Sister."

Yan Qingjue looked at this appearance of hers with no fluctuation in her heart, even feeling somewhat comical.

She was very certain that as long as her own attitude became a bit firmer, the tears in this Junior Sister's eyes would immediately turn into teardrops and fall down.

"Let go." Yan Qingjue commanded.

Not only did Lin Yue not loosen her grip, she instead grabbed even tighter, her whole person almost pressing up against her, carrying a determination not to stop until reaching her goal.

"If Senior Sister does not agree, I will not let go!" She hardened her heart and acted shamelessly.

Anyway, the worst result would be nothing more than being thrown back into that room, which wasn't much different from the current situation, so she might as well take a risk.

She saw Yan Qingjue slowly raise her hand.

She subconsciously closed her eyes tightly, preparing to welcome that strike that might make her Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

However, the expected attack did not arrive.

An icy cold finger gently pressed onto the center of her brows.

That familiar chill appeared once again, but this time the chill did not wander around, instead gathering into a ball and directly piercing into her Divine Sense.

"Ah!"

Lin Yue exclaimed in alarm, her body's strength seemingly completely drained, her hand grasping the sleeve robe sliding down powerlessly, and her body also falling backward.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist in time: "From now on, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will be able to find you."

Yan Qingjue's voice rang beside her ear: "This is an amulet for you, and also a shackle for you."

Lin Yue collapsed in her embrace, her mind completely blank.

An amulet? A shackle?

Was this planting a tracking Spell on her body?

This Senior Sister's thoughts were truly hard to understand; she wanted company for her meal, yet the other party directly placed a mark on her.

Lin Yue's inner heart was surging with ripples, yet her face was deathly pale, her lips trembling, unable to say a single word.

She felt that an extremely faint mark was left at the center of her brows, and that chill stayed right there, connecting with her Divine Soul as if it had become a part of her body.

From then on, every single move of her own would be under the other party's perception. This feeling made her feel unprecedentedly oppressed.

Yan Qingjue seemed very satisfied with her reaction at this moment.

This was the submissive posture that should be had.

She said no more, loosened her hand, and let Lin Yue slide and sit limply on the ground.

She turned around and this time truly left.

Along with the soft sound of the door closing, only Lin Yue was left alone in the inner chamber again.

After a long time, Lin Yue propped up her body from the ground, her body still trembling slightly.

She moved to the bedside, looking at that bowl of still-warm porridge, her stomach churning.

What more is there to eat?

The moment she thought that her appearance of eating food would be known by someone, she had no appetite whatsoever.

But her stomach untimely let out a growl.

Ever since she was captured until now, not a single drop of water or grain of rice had entered, and her body had long reached its limit.

Lin Yue sighed, and ultimately still picked up the bowl.

Without filling her stomach, where would she get the strength to think of a way out?

While drinking the porridge, she couldn't help cursing Yan Qingjue in her heart.

Cold-blooded and ruthless! Overbearing and tyrannical! A female Devil Head with excessive control freak tendencies!

When she became strong in the future, she would definitely return this Restriction a hundredfold! Plant ten or eight marks on her body so that wherever she goes she has to report to her!

The porridge was light and also mild, slipping into her stomach and bringing a bit of warmth.

The warmth on her body made Lin Yue's tightly strung nerves relax slightly.

After finishing the food, she sat cross-legged on the bed again, trying to perceive that mark at the center of her brows.

That mark was very quiet, almost impossible to detect its existence.

But she was clear that as long as Yan Qingjue's thought moved, she could know everything about her.

This feeling was truly too terrible.

Lin Yue irritably grabbed her hair, forcing herself to calm down.

Matters had reached this point, and right now the most important thing was still sleeping; Cultivate or whatever could be discussed tomorrow.

She closed her eyes, lay down on the bedstead, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The sky outside the window was faintly bright, and a trace of morning sunlight shone in.

She stretched lazily, unintentionally touching a soft object, and she instantly felt that something was amiss.

Moreover, that cool, aloof fragrance belonging uniquely to Yan Qingjue in the air also seemed exceptionally clear.

Lin Yue's body stiffened, and little by little she turned her head over.

A peerless countenance appeared before her eyes, extremely close, with one hand still resting on her body.

Yan Qingjue did not know when she had already lain down beside her side, sleeping very soundly.

That plain white long dress on her body was still neat, her breathing steady and long, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the morning light, weakening her usual sharpness and adding a few parts of gentleness.

All of Lin Yue's thoughts ceased entirely at this moment.