Running Off With The Sect Senior Sister Chapter 8

“Junior Sister!” Yun Shayi spoke blandly.

“What’s wrong, Senior Sister?”

“The Extreme North Realm is opening in a few days. You should be spending your time on cultivation! Not on these meaningless things.”

Luo Tangtang’s hand, which was preparing to ladle soup, paused.

“Besides, I don’t need you to do these things,” Yun Shayi added a few more words.

Shatter! With a sound, the white jade porcelain bowl with an orchid pattern in Luo Tangtang’s hand fell to the ground.

Luo Tangtang’s face instantly turned pale. Her lips trembled, and her eyes were full of helplessness.

Does this mean she’s rejecting me? It hurts so much! Luo Tangtang’s eyelashes trembled. She frantically reached out to cover her heart. An unspeakable pain spread from there to her limbs. Luo Tangtang felt cold all over.

“Tangtang!”

Yun Shayi’s eyelashes fluttered. She quickly pulled Luo Tangtang aside. The soup from the bowl had completely spilled onto Luo Tangtang’s feet—the soup was still steaming hot.

Yun Shayi frowned and gently pressed the distracted Luo Tangtang onto the bed, wanting to help her take off her shoes to look at the injury.

“Hiss!” She gasped, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

“Senior Sister, it hurts,” she said miserably.

Yun Shayi’s movements softened a bit more.

“Good girl, bear with it,” Yun Shayi coaxed.

“Mm.” Luo Tangtang’s eyes were bright. The realization that Senior Sister cared about her made her heart, which had plummeted to the bottom, instantly come alive.

[Heh heh, you’re truly shameless. You weren’t afraid when you were stabbed into a sieve before, and now you’re crying about pain?] The system, which hadn’t spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke up, its tone full of contempt.

[What do you know?] Luo Tangtang scoffed inwardly. She wasn’t ashamed at all about pretending to be miserable.

[Where did you run off to during this time?] Luo Tangtang asked again.

[Insufficient energy, went into recuperation,] the system replied listlessly.

Luo Tangtang didn’t delve into whether it was true or false. After all, the system had tricked her many times. If she investigated every time, she’d be angered to death.

“I want Senior Sister to blow on it.”

Luo Tangtang looked at her scalded, bright red foot, which looked a bloody mess on top. Her eyes were filled with tears, appearing pitiful and charming. She was always good at acting spoiled, especially loving to push her luck.

“Junior Sister, this is just a simple scald,” Yun Shayi seemed a bit helpless. “Just apply some ointment and it will be fine.”

“Ah—!” Luo Tangtang was awkward for a moment, then shamelessly said, “I just want some comfort.”

The ointment Yun Shayi applied to Luo Tangtang was excellent. It felt cool on the skin, and the pain instantly subsided. Her foot became like normal in an instant.

Luo Tangtang’s whole body was very fair, like sparkling, transparent fine jade. Her feet were even more delicate and white, and the curves of her ankles were very elegant and beautiful.

Luo Tangtang looked at her little feet with pride, then slyly moved them. Her foot lightly brushed against Yun Shayi’s palm. Feeling the other person’s momentary stillness, she even laughed aloud.

Yun Shayi seemed to have gotten used to Luo Tangtang’s occasional eccentric behavior. Her movements weren’t flustered, and her expression didn’t change at all. Very calmly, she used her hand to hold down her restless foot and continued applying the medicine for her.

Luo Tangtang’s big eyes darted around. “Senior Sister, don’t you think my feet look pretty~”

Yun Shayi ignored her, gently lifting her gaze to say, “These next few days, you’ll come with me to the Scripture Pavilion to cultivate.”

“Huh?” Luo Tangtang was a bit dumbfounded.

Yun Shayi, however, put away the ointment, turned her head, and left.

“Hey, Sen… Senior Sister.” Luo Tangtang pursed her lips, watching Yun Shayi’s retreating back, but her eyes were sparkling.

The Scripture Pavilion, just me and Senior Sister!

However, when Luo Tangtang actually went to the Scripture Pavilion with Yun Shayi, she regretted it immensely. She should have obediently stayed on Misty Peak and not caused trouble.

Now look what happened. Luo Tangtang looked at the half-person tall jade slips in front of her, feeling like her head was going bald.

She propped her chin, her big eyes drifting around, becoming more and more depressed.

She looked gloomily to her side, her finger lightly tapping on it—a wooden wall.

On the other side of the wooden wall was Yun Shayi!

Luo Tangtang’s expression became even more depressed. She couldn’t even see her face! She had been anxious for a long time wondering why Yun Shayi had returned so late last night. Now she knew the reason and was so angry she could die.

This was Yun Shayi’s private cultivation room in the Scripture Pavilion. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, terribly silent. Luo Tangtang couldn’t bear to look at the jade slips anymore. She could only poke the small round hole in the center of the wall with her fingertip, looking utterly depressed. A thin silver thread passed through it, tied tightly to Luo Tangtang’s wrist.

Jingle! The silver thread was suddenly pulled taut slightly. A small bell tied to the end of the thread immediately emitted a clear, pleasant sound.

Luo Tangtang grabbed her hair. Her carefully styled hair was messed up. Frustrated, she held her head and muttered, “Got it, got it, I’ll read now.”

Yun Shayi had set up a spell formation on the wooden partition wall. She could see Luo Tangtang’s every move, but Luo Tangtang couldn’t see Yun Shayi.

It’s not fair at all!

[The protagonist can’t stand your idleness anymore.] The system gloated.

Hearing this, Luo Tangtang instantly refused to accept it. She retorted, [How does she know I’m idle? It must be because she’s paying attention to me!]

System: “…” I’m just watching you deceive yourself.

“It must be like this,” Luo Tangtang indulged in self-satisfaction, hypnotizing herself.

Ding-a-ling! The bell jingled violently again.

Luo Tangtang immediately shut up.

Holding the jade slip, she began to read.

Her hand felt like a thousand tons! After reading for a while, this was the only thought in Luo Tangtang’s mind.

Her eyes instantly turned into dead fish eyes. So boring!

“Oh, little one is studying!”

“?” Luo Tangtang suddenly looked up.

“Uncle Master Zhixu.”

“Heh heh!” Zhixu held a wine gourd in his hand, his eyes nearly squinting into slits. He looked at Luo Tangtang, smiling extraordinarily kindly. This is a patron!

“Why are you here?” Luo Tangtang lowered her voice. She glanced at the wooden wall, feeling inexplicably nervous inside.

Seeing her expression, Zhixu waved his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve just set up a spell formation. Junior Niece Yun won’t discover there’s one more person here.”

Luo Tangtang breathed a sigh of relief seeing Zhixu’s calm appearance. She still cherished the time she could spend with Yun Shayi, even if—it was separated by a wall.

“What did Uncle Master come here for?”

“Did you run out of wine?” Luo Tangtang frowned. She had completely filled several of his wine cellars for him.

“Not really,” Zhixu squinted his eyes and smiled.

“Then what—”

“What kind of talk is that! Can’t I come and see you!”

Luo Tangtang sighed inwardly. You don’t look like you have the time to come looking for me.

Zhixu looked around, beckoned to Luo Tangtang, and whispered, “I’ve come to bring you treasures.”

“Huh?” Luo Tangtang saw Zhixu take out a small bundle, filled with some jade slips and copied books.

“These are?”

Seeing the confusion in Luo Tangtang’s eyes, Zhixu revealed a slightly lewd smile. “Heh heh, these are all my treasured collections!”