My Cold Senior Sister Keeps Flirting with Me - Chapter 15

Seeing this scene, An Ran’s tears streamed down her face, her heart tearing with unbearable pain.

The Sweeping Monk ignored An Ran and approached Sister Cat.

When he looked at Sister Cat, his gaze softened, and his voice became much gentler. “You’re quite formidable for such a little creature,” he said, “but still not formidable enough.”

He reached out and stroked Sister Cat’s head. The palm that had once felt warm now pulsed with terrifying spiritual energy, which flowed through his hand and into Sister Cat’s mind.

Sister Cat meowed, her entire body trembling violently as the overwhelming force pinned her down, robbing her even of the strength to lift her head.

An Ran lay prostrate on the ground, her spiritual energy surging chaotically through her body, her internal organs feeling as if they were being torn apart.

She watched helplessly as the Sweeping Monk attacked Sister Cat, unable to intervene. The harrowing scene filled her heart with remorse.

She opened her mouth and howled at the Sweeping Monk, “Senior, please spare her! She’s just a cat! She doesn’t understand anything! Please don’t do this to her!”

But the Sweeping Monk paid her no heed. He merely glanced at An Ran before continuing his actions, speaking calmly, “You haven’t been telling the truth.”

As he spoke, the Sweeping Monk pressed his palms toward Sister Cat. White light flickered incessantly above her head, growing increasingly intense. Sister Cat grew weaker, letting out a pitiful cry as she collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant, transforming back into a normal-sized kitten.

“Ah!” An Ran watched Sister Cat writhe in agony on the ground, her heart twisting like a knife. She screamed and lunged forward.

Suddenly, her body felt lighter. A tremendous power surged from within her, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had descended upon her!

Her skin shimmered with a faint glow as the power within her swelled, transforming her body into something as strong as steel and iron.

This sudden surge of power erupted from within her, radiating an incomparably divine light that enveloped her entire being.

An Ran trembled as the overwhelming energy poured out of her. Her physical strength and reaction speed instantly skyrocketed! She could now sense the faintest currents of spiritual energy flowing through the air!

While subduing Sister Cat, the Sweeping Monk observed An Ran.

Seeing her breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Stage in such a short time, he couldn’t help but marvel, “Truly astonishing! To reach the Foundation Establishment Stage in such a brief period… Your talent and opportunities far surpass those of ordinary people.”

Yet, the moment An Ran entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, before she could fully immerse herself in this newly born realm, a gust of wind swept past her, and the Sweeping Monk materialized before her.

His palm struck out, a seemingly weightless blow that carried an incomparably fierce force.

An Ran’s vision went black, as if a heavy hammer had slammed into her chest. A metallic sweetness rose in her throat, and she couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of bl00d.

Her body was once again sent flying uncontrollably backward.

In mid-air, An Ran barely had time to gasp in shock before crashing violently to the ground.

She lay sprawled on the icy floor, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from her body. She lacked the energy to even crawl to her feet.

Lying prone, An Ran looked up at the Sweeping Monk, who stood calmly before her. His deep, sea-like eyes seemed to radiate boundless mockery.

“Did you think entering the Foundation Establishment Stage would allow you to challenge me?” the Sweeping Monk said mildly. “Such naive thinking. Even with your breakthrough, the gap between us remains as vast as the chasm between mortals and immortals. You are still too young, and your cultivation requires much more refinement.”

The Sweeping Monk grabbed Sister Cat by the neck and carried her to An Ran. He set her down and asked, “Are you the elder sister?”

Then he turned to An Ran. “And you’re the younger sister?”

An Ran stared at the Sweeping Monk in shock. So, we’ve been discovered.

The Sweeping Monk observed the silent pair—one human, one cat—and turned to Sister Cat. “No answer? Then I’ll kill your sister.”

“No!” Sister Cat cried out, seeing the Sweeping Monk raise his hand. “Senior, please spare my sister. She doesn’t understand these matters. Breaking into the Scripture Pavilion was my idea.”

“Sister!” An Ran shouted. “That’s not true! I wanted to come myself! It has nothing to do with you!”

At that moment, the Sweeping Monk stroked his white beard and chuckled. “Does the elder sister wish to cultivate a human form?”

Sister Cat stared blankly at the old man’s sudden change in demeanor. “Yes, yes I do,” she stammered.

When An Ran heard the old man say to Sister Cat, “Become my disciple, and I will teach you cultivation,” she was utterly astonished.

She had no idea who this old man was or why he would want to take Sister Cat as his disciple.

Sister Cat froze, clearly just as puzzled as An Ran about why the old man wanted to take her as a disciple.

After considering several possibilities, all of which seemed absurd, Sister Cat looked at the old man with a bewildered expression. “…Senior, why do you suddenly want to take me as your disciple?”

“Perhaps I’ve lived too long and grown bored, seeking some amusement?” the Sweeping Monk said, stroking his beard with a smile. “Or perhaps, having experienced everything over so many years, loneliness has become my constant companion. I simply want someone to chat with. Nothing more!”

An Ran couldn’t help but feel skeptical. The old man didn’t seem like someone who would engage in trivial pursuits. Even if he were seeking amusement, why choose a disciple like Sister Cat?

Sister Cat, however, didn’t seem to dwell on such questions. Intrigued by the prospect of cultivation, she asked the old man, “What do I need to do?”

“Become my disciple,” the old man replied. “I’ll ensure you can walk freely through the Azure Mist Sect. If anyone bullies you, just invoke my name!”

An Ran couldn’t help but feel puzzled. The old man’s strength seemed immense, but why would he take Sister Cat as his disciple? And who ever heard of beating a prospective disciple half to death before accepting them?

At that moment, the “Sweeping Monk” suddenly spoke slowly toward the bamboo grove outside the courtyard, “Still hiding? How long are you planning to watch the show?”

As soon as his words fell, a figure slowly emerged from behind An Ran, bowing respectfully to the “Sweeping Monk.” “Grand Martial Uncle.”

“Grand… Grand Martial Uncle?” An Ran’s pupils dilated sharply. She had never imagined that this senior, whom they had secretly nicknamed the “Sweeping Monk,” was actually a figure of Grand Martial Uncle status!

She glanced at the familiar figure behind her—True Person Yun Hua, her own master.

The old man turned to An Ran, a faint smile appearing on his face as he stroked his beard. “According to your seniority, you should call me Great Grand Martial Uncle.”

“Alright, Yun Hua, take your little disciple to get her injuries treated!” With that, Great Grand Martial Uncle Zhongli Jing directly picked up Sister Cat, who was lying at his feet, and declared, “As for me, I’ll be taking my disciple with me!”