Following the faint fragrance in the air, Lin Que turned around and saw Qin Wanyuan soaking her feet.
Her delicate feet were immersed in a medicinal bath. The water rippled gently, and her dainty toes could be seen slightly tensed.
“Lin Lang, you’re done with your work?” Qin Wanyuan smiled and greeted him when she saw him turn around.
“Mhmm.” Lin Que nodded. “But what’s this…?”
“Oh, this? A friend recommended the recipe. It’s supposed to help with blood circulation.” Qin Wanyuan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
She couldn’t bring herself to admit that the true effect of the foot bath was to make her feet softer and more fragrant.
If Lin Lang found out… would he think I’m some kind of strange girl…?
“I see.” Lin Que didn’t question it and went to wash up before returning to the room.
By then, Qin Wanyuan had just finished her foot bath and was drying her feet with a cotton towel.
After being soaked in the medicinal solution, her feet did look more alluring. Wisps of white steam rose along with a subtle fragrance.
The tops of her feet were a soft pinkish white, and her skin looked so delicate it seemed like a mere breath could break it. He could even faintly see the tiny blue veins beneath the surface.
“Lin Lang?” Qin Wanyuan tilted her head, puzzled as she looked at the slightly dazed Lin Que.
Hearing his partner’s voice, Lin Que snapped out of it. He gave a couple of dry coughs, stopped looking at her feet, and climbed straight into bed.
In truth, Lin Que had occasionally thought about letting Qin Wanyuan help him in other ways. But unfortunately, Qin Wanyuan was a complete traditionalist.
To this day, the two of them had only tried two positions: one was the conservative missionary, and the other was that surprising moment of initiative from Qin Wanyuan on that night.
If he suddenly asked the conservative Qin Wanyuan to help him in a way that broke all conventions…. with her feet, lips, or even her ample breasts ….she might think he had some sort of fetish.
Better not.
After all, cultivators had their own methods.
Cleansing Heart Technique activate!
Lin Que had always been completely unguarded around Qin Wanyuan, so naturally, he didn’t notice that she was secretly using her divine sense to observe the flow of his spiritual energy.
Noticing that Lin Que had started circulating the Cleansing Heart Technique, Qin Wanyuan lowered her head in guilt.
The Cleansing Heart Technique… I’m sorry, Lin Lang. I just can’t satisfy you.
She wanted to help him but also knew that with her current level, she’d only make things worse.
In the end, it would only make Lin Que’s endurance even harder to bear.
[Host, there’s no need to feel inferior. As long as you complete the missions, your stats will improve accordingly.]
It was clearly an emotionless female voice, and yet at this moment, Qin Wanyuan actually sensed a hint of comfort in its tone.
…Oh.
Although what the system said sounded encouraging, she still couldn’t feel happy. Because the system’s mission was to send Lin Que into the arms of other women… Haah.
[Host, there’s no need to be so pessimistic. No matter what happens, the one Lin Que loves most right now is undoubtedly you. All you need to do is maintain a high favorability score.]
Hearing the system’s words, Qin Wanyuan lowered her eyes. Then, she suddenly spoke in her heart:
System, there’s something I want to ask you.
[Please go ahead, Host.]
Will Lin Lang’s favorability toward me… ever decrease too?
Ever since that day when Jiang Moqing had mocked her and Lin Que’s favorability toward Jiang Moqing instantly dropped, Qin Wanyuan had been worried.
She was sensitive and sentimental. While part of her was glad that Lin Que got angry on her behalf, another part feared that one day, his favorability toward her might decline too.
After all, Jiang Moqing was once Lin Que’s Dao partner. Yet in the end, the two had still parted ways and now, Lin Que’s favorability toward her was quite low.
Qin Wanyuan couldn’t help but fear that she might end up the same way. That Lin Que would grow disappointed in her, especially because she couldn’t satisfy him, and eventually leave…
[No. With the level of favorability he has for you now, Host, unless you do something utterly outrageous and foolish, it won’t drop.]
The system gave this reminder just then.
Upon hearing that, Qin Wanyuan fell silent for a moment before softly asking,
Then… what about Lin Lang’s favorability toward Senior Sister Jiang? And what did she do to make their relationship fall apart?
[That would be a spoiler. You’ll need to discover it on your own, Host.]
“……..”
Qin Wanyuan was speechless.
She was curious, of course, but didn’t feel comfortable directly asking Lin Que about it. After all, he had just recently dreamed about his past. If she suddenly brought up related topics now, with how perceptive Lin Que was, he might start to get suspicious.
Looks like I’ll have to wait until I get the next two Shared Dream Talismans.
Qin Wanyuan let out a soft sigh and pointed at the candlestick on the table from a distance. The flame instantly went out.
The night passed.
The next day, just like before, Qin Wanyuan brought Lin Que along to spar at Jiang Moqing’s cave residence. As always, Jiang Moqing ignored Lin Que the entire time, though her favorability toward him continued to rise bit by bit…only to fall back slightly again.
Like a frog trying to jump up a well.
Still, Jiang Moqing’s attitude toward Qin Wanyuan had improved somewhat. Though she remained cold and distant on the surface, like a block of ice, at least she was no longer outright rejecting her presence.
In the two weeks that followed, Qin Wanyuan visited Jiang Moqing’s residence every day for sparring. Her cultivation and swordsmanship steadily improved.
Lin Que only accompanied her during the first few days. Once Qin Wanyuan and Jiang Moqing became more familiar and began holding back during their duels, Lin Que stopped going with her.
Qin Wanyuan, for her part, didn’t insist on Lin Que coming along. She could tell he had more important things to focus on.
And indeed, that was the case.
Over the past two weeks, Lin Que had been immersed in studying the cultivation technique the little demon had given him. As expected of a technique passed down from ancient times, its threshold was incredibly high.
Mastering it completely took a great deal of Lin Que’s time and energy.
Not only did the technique require a solid grasp of ancient script, but it also demanded an exceptionally powerful soul to sustain its operation.
Fortunately, Lin Que had the patience for it. Through daily practice and relentless effort, he finally managed to fully comprehend the first portion of the technique.
“If you’d just agreed to let me perform the energy infusion, you could’ve mastered it in an instant. What’s the point of wasting half a month like this? Just watching you is boring~”
The little demon grumbled.
“Only what you learn yourself truly belongs to you,” Lin Que replied calmly.
“Ugh, such a pretender.” The little demon snorted and vanished.
Lin Que put the technique into his storage ring, rubbed his sore brow, and then stood up and stretched, ready to return to bed for a meditation session to regulate his energy.
Just then, he noticed a slightly cooled cup of tea placed on the bedside table. Beneath it was a small note written in neat, elegant handwriting. It was a girl’s handwriting.
[Rejuvenating Tea. Don’t forget to drink it.]
It wasn’t Qin Wanyuan’s handwriting.
“Qin Qian’er?”
Lin Que thought for a moment. There were only three people in the cave residence. Qin Wanyuan had gone out to spar with Jiang Moqing, so the tea could only have been left by Qin Qian’er.
She had likely brought the calming tea, seen him busy studying the technique, and quietly left it there along with a reminder note.
“Since she’s taken the initiative to improve our relationship, it’d be petty of me to keep holding onto the past.”
Lin Que smiled, picked up the tea Qin Qian’er had brought, and drank it in one go.
“Mhmm… As expected, it’s a bit bitter once it cools.”
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