My Cold Senior Sister Keeps Flirting with Me - Chapter 14

In the days that followed, An Ran devoted herself to cultivation. Yet, amidst her rigorous training, she carved out time to secretly observe the Scripture Pavilion.

One night, clad in black attire and wearing a mask and goggles, she crouched in her usual spot near the pavilion’s rear courtyard.

Under the cloak of darkness, she lurked like a phantom, her gaze fixed on the mysterious Scripture Pavilion.

At this hour each night, the Sweeping Monk would leave the pavilion for two hours.

Having failed to find the book within the pavilion, and with Sister Cat forbidding her entry, and Gu Ruohan confirming its absence from the Third Layer, An Ran decided to target the Sweeping Monk’s residence.

She waited patiently until the monk had moved far enough away, ensuring he wouldn’t return.

The moonlight bathed her figure like liquid silver as she crept toward the monk’s dormitory door with the agility of a cat.

Her nimble fingers danced across the ancient wooden door. This type of door had no special locks; with the right technique, she could manipulate the inner bolt through the gap between the door panels using a tool, without even touching the lock itself.

After gently opening the door, she cautiously stepped inside and quietly closed it behind her, moving with silent precision.

She carefully lit a tinderbox, its faint glow casting a warm, flickering light across the room.

This was the Sweeping Monk’s residence, where everything appeared meticulously organized.

She sniffed the air lightly. The atmosphere was strikingly clean, almost sterile, lacking the human scent one would expect in an inhabited space.

An Ran had always been acutely sensitive to such atmospheric nuances. Even as a child, she could tell when rain was coming by the dampness in the air.

Perhaps this sensitivity stemmed from her upbringing in the humid southern regions, where she developed a keen awareness of natural phenomena.

The room contained only essential furniture and a few daily necessities.

She meticulously examined every corner and object, searching for hidden clues.

Mimicking detectives from television dramas, she tapped and prodded, trying to uncover the secrets of the house.

Suddenly, a sharp snap echoed through the night air. Startled, An Ran quickly extinguished the tinderbox and lunged forward, grabbing a furry paw. Looking up, she met the luminous amber eyes of Sister Cat, staring down at her.

“Why are you being so reckless?” Sister Cat said helplessly. “Come back with me at once!”

Though An Ran was utterly bewildered by Sister Cat’s sudden appearance, she obediently stood up.

After closing the disguised door, she followed Sister Cat down the narrow path leading out of the courtyard.

Suddenly, an ancient, weathered voice echoed from behind them, startling both An Ran and Sister Cat.

“Little girl, now that you’ve come, why are you in such a hurry to leave?” The voice, heavy with the weight of ages, carried an indescribable sense of authority.

An Ran felt her body tremble as if a mountain had pressed down on her heart, nearly suffocating her.

Fear, like a cold serpent, coiled around her entire being, every pore instinctively tightening.

An Ran knew the worst had come to pass: the Sweeping Monk had returned at this very moment!

Driven by terror, An Ran’s panic swiftly transformed into action. Almost instinctively, she scooped up Sister Cat and bolted toward the exit.

Sister Cat, sensing the dire situation, clung silently to An Ran’s chest, not daring to utter a sound.

The owner of the ancient voice simply waved a hand.

An invisible barrier rippled outward like water, instantly blocking An Ran’s path.

A tremendous force surged from the barrier, like an invisible giant hand, pulling An Ran and Sister Cat back with irresistible force.

The two women arced through the air in a graceful parabola before crashing heavily onto an open patch of ground in the courtyard.

An Ran lay gasping for breath, her eyes fixed on the Sweeping Monk as he approached step by step. Her gaze burned with unwavering resolve. She knew there was no turning back now.

Setting Sister Cat down, An Ran yanked her sword from the ground and lunged at the Sweeping Monk.

Whirling sword qi, like miniature tornadoes, crisscrossed the air, hurtling toward the Sweeping Monk.

Yet the Sweeping Monk merely smiled faintly. With a casual flick of his hand, the invisible sword qi vanished into nothingness, dissolving into the air as his serene smile lingered.

An Ran felt a colossal force surge through her sword, a force as overwhelming as a collapsing mountain, sending her flying backward.

Bl00d gushed from her mouth as she was sent flying backward through the air, drifting like a kite with a severed string.

The Sweeping Monk’s deep-set eyes remained fixed on An Ran. He shook his head, his voice low and weathered, and sighed softly, “You’re still too young…”

His words seemed to echo from the distant past, carrying an immeasurable sense of desolation.

With that, he slowly began to walk toward An Ran.

An Ran lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Her chest felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, the pain sharp and profound.

As she watched the Sweeping Monk approach, a wave of defeat washed over her.

Suddenly, Sister Cat leaped up, her body expanding to the size of a lion. Like a bolt of lightning, she charged toward the Sweeping Monk.

Her claws slashed through the air with razor-sharp precision, emitting a series of piercing sonic booms.

Startled by Sister Cat’s sudden attack, the Sweeping Monk was forced to turn and confront the agile feline.

Sister Cat’s claws left deep, jagged scratches across the Sweeping Monk’s body.

Clearly enraged, the Sweeping Monk formed a mudra with his hands. A powerful energy began to coalesce in his palms, growing stronger and stronger until his hands glowed with a faint blue light.

He roared, “Little cat!”

Then, with a swift motion, he struck out at Sister Cat with his palm.

The blow didn’t land directly on her body, as the Sweeping Monk didn’t intend to kill her outright.

As a surge of energy erupted, Sister Cat was struck by the force, sending her flying like a falling leaf caught in a gust of wind.

She crashed to the ground, tumbling several times before finally regaining her footing.