My Cold Senior Sister Keeps Flirting with Me - Chapter 8

Stepping outside, An Ran discovered two handsome young men standing by the door. After introductions by the Eldest Senior Sister, she learned they were Senior Brother Li Chengfeng and Senior Brother Huo Shaoqi.

As she gazed at Senior Brother Li’s refined and elegant demeanor and Senior Brother Huo’s vibrant youthful energy, An Ran couldn’t help but marvel inwardly: Do all immortal cultivators look this good?

It had to be said, this was the most visually stunning moment of An Ran’s twenty-three years of life—a gathering of handsome men and beautiful women.

Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Huo had been away on a training expedition and only returned today. Upon hearing that Martial Uncle Yun Hua had taken a new Junior Sister as his disciple, they immediately followed the Eldest Senior Sister to visit An Ran.

“Aiya, finally a Junior Sister! And she’s quite adorable too!” Senior Brother Huo exclaimed cheerfully.

Over the years, the sect had only a handful of Personal Disciples. The Eldest Senior Sister was aloof and much older than them.

Junior Sister Lu Yunyan was an alchemy fanatic, always shrouded in mystery, locked away in the Medicine Pavilion researching who-knows-what.

“Junior Sister An, Junior Brother Huo and I have prepared wine and dishes on Carefree Peak. We invite you to join us for a few drinks. We hope you’ll grace us with your presence!” Senior Brother Li said politely, his demeanor flawless in An Ran’s eyes.

“Thank you very much, Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Huo,” An Ran replied, bowing slightly with equal courtesy.

She then turned to Gu Ruohan beside her. “Eldest Senior Sister, will you be joining us as well?”

“Naturally,” Gu Ruohan nodded.

With that, the group of four set off toward Carefree Peak.

At the banquet, Senior Brother Huo personally poured An Ran a cup of fruit wine.

An Ran accepted the cup, took a small sip, and immediately felt a vibrant fruity aroma fill her mouth. The alcohol’s sharpness was faint, almost negligible.

She drained the cup in one gulp, the sweet taste making her crave another.

However, Eldest Senior Sister appeared before her like a guardian spirit, blocking her cup. “You’re still young. Drinking too much isn’t good for you,” she said softly, her voice filled with concern.

“She’s so happy today! One more cup won’t hurt,” Senior Brother Huo pleaded with Eldest Senior Sister, noticing An Ran’s disappointed expression.

“Alright, just one cup,” Gu Ruohan nodded, her gaze softening as she watched An Ran’s joyful reaction. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Throughout the banquet, An Ran listened intently as her two senior brothers recounted their travels across the martial world, sharing bizarre and astonishing tales that left her speechless.

As she listened, her eyes shone with genuine envy and longing.

These true stories felt far more vivid and real than the captivating novels she had read in her modern life.

The atmosphere was light and cheerful. Suddenly, Senior Brother Huo grabbed Senior Brother Li’s arm, stood up, and drew their Spirit Swords.

They were about to perform a sword dance to entertain the guests. The blades gleamed with a cold, ethereal light under the moonlight.

An Ran watched, mesmerized, as the two swords flashed like dragons emerging from the sea. Her heart swelled with awe.

Their sword techniques were intricate and dazzling, a whirlwind of motion that left her breathless.

An Ran felt a deep longing for this sword technique, convinced that its artistry surpassed even the most fantastical descriptions in novels.

Suddenly, a crucial realization struck her: her Master hadn’t taught her any sword techniques yet. He had only imparted cultivation mantras, taught her meditation and breathing exercises, and instructed her to focus on theoretical studies at the Academy for the past few days.

No, I must insist that Master teach me swordsmanship when we return! An Ran resolved, nodding firmly to herself.

Gu Ruohan remained silent, quietly observing An Ran’s head-shaking and swaying, her thoughts unreadable.

An Ran persisted in urging Gu Ruohan to take a few more sips, insisting that the fruit wine was too fragrant to resist. With Senior Brothers Li Chengfeng and Huo Shaoqi joining in her pleas, Gu Ruohan finally relented.

However, she emphasized repeatedly that this was a one-time exception, forbidding any further drinking in the future.

An Ran’s heart bloomed with joy. In her modern life, she had never been one to hold back when it came to alcohol. But now, having transmigrated to ancient times and shrunk into this tiny body, her tolerance had diminished accordingly. After just a few cups, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she felt lightheaded.

After the banquet dispersed, Gu Ruohan carried An Ran horizontally in her arms, soaring through the heavens on her sword back to the main peak of Yaoguang Peak. She gently laid An Ran on the bed.

Gu Ruohan fetched a basin of hot water and gazed at An Ran, still dressed in her outer robes, for a moment before removing them. She then carefully wiped An Ran’s face, neck, hands, and other exposed skin.

During this process, An Ran conscientiously kept her eyes closed. Afterward, Gu Ruohan thoughtfully removed An Ran’s boots.

Sister Cat, who had been pretending to sleep in her cozy nest, observed the entire scene.

Soon, Gu Ruohan finished cleaning An Ran, tidied up the basin, and extinguished the spiritual candles in the room.

Sister Cat, who had been feigning sleep for quite some time, surreptitiously cracked open one eye, only to find herself staring directly at Gu Ruohan, who was rising to leave. She quickly snapped her eye shut again.

Suddenly, Sister Cat felt a gentle poke on her forehead. She then heard Gu Ruohan’s footsteps receding as she thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

The cat with the poked forehead opened her eyes and stared at the closed door. She reached up with a paw to touch her forehead…