My Cold Senior Sister Keeps Flirting with Me - Chapter 9

Waking up hungover the next day, An Ran felt a dull ache in her back and waist. She stretched languidly and rose from bed.

It was a rest day, so there were no classes. Stepping out of her room, she immediately saw Master Yunhua standing in the courtyard, hands clasped behind her back, gazing into the distance as usual.

“An Ran.”

Hearing her master’s call, An Ran froze mid-step and hurried over.

“Today, I will teach you how to control a Flying Sword.”

An Ran’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? Thank you, Master! Hehe.”

An Ran accepted the Storage Ring from her master. The ring, crafted by Yunhua herself, contained fifty cubic meters of space. Inside, along with a Spirit Sword, were gold notes and Spirit Stones.

“Alright, try summoning the Flying Sword.”

Following her master’s instructions, An Ran focused her mind and performed a hand seal. “Sword, come forth!”

With a whoosh, a Flying Sword shot out of the Storage Ring.

“Ha ha!”

Seeing the sword appear, An Ran burst into joyous laughter.

But just as her laughter faded, the Flying Sword suddenly plummeted to the ground.

Thud!

The loud crash echoed through the courtyard. An Ran glanced up at her master, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Ahem, ahem, ahem.”

Yun Hua nodded. “Not bad. Summoning your Flying Sword on your first try is quite impressive. The ring contains a Sword Manual, some Medicinal Pills, Talisman Paper, and other items. You should have learned how to use them in class. I need to leave for a while. Starting tomorrow, return early after classes and practice your sword techniques daily. I’ll guide you whenever I have time.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you!” An Ran replied respectfully.

Once her Master had left, An Ran immediately emptied the contents of her Storage Ring.

The ring contained quite a few items!

An Ran carefully inventoried them: over a dozen Mid-Grade Medicinal Pills, a dozen Low-Grade Talisman Paper, a dozen Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and more.

After organizing everything, she pulled out the Sword Manual and flipped through it.

The title read: Yaoguang Sword Art!

She glanced through it before putting it back and resuming her Flying Sword practice.

Half an hour later…

Bang!

An Ran had finally succeeded! She could now fly on her sword!

She excitedly discovered herself soaring above the courtyard, maintaining perfect balance. She accelerated her flight without any issues!

Before she knew it, noon had arrived. An Ran patted her stomach and headed to the peak’s cafeteria.

The dining hall was filled with a medley of enticing aromas, whetting An Ran’s appetite.

Tray in hand, she filled it with food and found a seat, devouring her meal ravenously. After finishing, she packed a portion to go for Sister Cat.

Once satisfied, Sister Cat stretched languidly, licked the paw pads on her paws, and turned to An Ran. “Hey sis, take me to the Scripture Pavilion!”

“Sure! I just learned to control the Flying Sword today. It’s a perfect excuse to go for a ride,” An Ran replied excitedly.

An Ran manipulated the Flying Sword, wobbling erratically as they took off from the mountain peak. Mid-flight, she suddenly lurched to the side, startling Sister Cat so badly that the feline clung desperately to An Ran’s shoulders, wrapping her paws tightly around her neck. “Sis, could you fly a little slower? I get motion sickness!”

“Okay,” An Ran replied, slowing the sword’s pace. Sister Cat behind her breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, they arrived at the Scripture Pavilion unscathed, though Sister Cat had remained terrified throughout the journey.

Upon entering the pavilion, An Ran led Sister Cat swiftly to the Second Layer, heading straight for the bookshelf where they had previously found books on demon beasts.

She meticulously scanned the rows of titles, but found no books that seemed to be about demon beast cultivation.

An Ran picked up the Classic of Strange Beasts and Seas and began reading, with Sister Cat perched on her shoulder, reading along. When Sister Cat finished a page, she would tap An Ran’s shoulder with her paw, signaling her to turn the page.

Meanwhile, the old man swept the floor, occasionally glancing up at An Ran and Sister Cat, who were engrossed in their reading, before resuming his sweeping.

It wasn’t until the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the sky, that An Ran finally stretched, scooped up the drowsy Sister Cat, and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion. She mounted her Flying Sword and returned to Yaoguang Peak.

Back at her residence, An Ran prepared Sister Cat’s usual meal and even gave her a medicinal bath. Afterward, she sat cross-legged on her bed and entered a meditative state.

Sister Cat had mentioned earlier that Gu Ruohan had brought her back last night after she’d gotten drunk and had even taken care of her. An Ran couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude toward Gu Ruohan.

After a moment of reflection, An Ran felt a subtle shift in her heart. Gu Ruohan had been driving her to and from classes every day, and now she’d gone out of her way to bring her home drunk and care for her. An Ran realized she owed Gu Ruohan quite a debt of gratitude.

What a perfect opportunity to thank Gu Ruohan and deepen our bond! An Ran thought.

Abandoning her cultivation, she immediately rose and strode out of her room. She tapped the surface of her Storage Ring, causing a beam of light to erupt and coalesce into a Flying Sword before her.

An Ran stepped onto the sword, which surged into the air, hurtling toward the towering peak visible in the distance.

Meanwhile, Gu Ruohan stood in the courtyard, practicing swordplay with the Ruo Xue Sword. Yet her gaze drifted into the distance, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Suddenly, the Ruo Xue Sword froze mid-swing. Gu Ruohan lifted her head, her eyes fixed on a corner of the courtyard wall. “Since you’re here,” she said calmly, as if greeting an old friend, “why don’t you come down?”

At that moment, An Ran’s head popped out from behind a tree near the wall. A hint of mischievous delight danced across her face as she announced, “Eldest Senior Sister, I’ve mastered sword flight!”

With that, she leaped down from the tree and strode toward Gu Ruohan.

Gu Ruohan didn’t reply, but gently tapped An Ran’s forehead with her slender finger. “You’re sweating.”

She pulled a silk handkerchief from her waist and wiped the sweat from An Ran’s forehead.

An Ran grinned, her smile endearingly naive, her eyes shining with genuine admiration. “Eldest Senior Sister, you’re so kind! Your sword dance was absolutely stunning—truly breathtaking!”

Gu Ruohan’s faint smile remained unchanged. She pursed her lips slightly but said little, only remarking, “Such a sweet little mouth.”

“I’m telling the truth!” An Ran mumbled.

For some reason, An Ran always felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the beautiful and aloof Eldest Senior Sister.

“Has Martial Uncle Yunhua taught you any sword techniques?” Recalling the envy in An Ran’s eyes as she watched the two senior brothers practice their swordsmanship the previous night, Gu Ruohan knew the girl’s heart had been stirred.

“Master gave me the Yaoguang Sword Art today and said I can start practicing tomorrow!” An Ran tugged at Gu Ruohan’s sleeve, her voice sweet as honey. “But I want to practice for Eldest Senior Sister first. Would you like to watch?”

Gu Ruohan gazed into An Ran’s large, expectant eyes, a flicker of tenderness softening her gaze. “Alright,” she replied softly.

An Ran picked up her sword, recalling the techniques she had learned from the Sword Manual that afternoon, and attempted to practice them.

However, her movements were utterly chaotic, resembling a demonic dance that was almost unbearable to watch.

Seeing this, Gu Ruohan rose to her feet, walked over to An Ran, straightened her hands, and showed her how to properly grip the sword.

Following her Senior Sister’s guidance, An Ran swung the sword again. The improvement was immediately noticeable. Her face lit up with admiration as she asked, “Eldest Senior Sister, are you also proficient in the Yaoguang Sword Art?”

“As the Chief Disciple, I need to have a basic understanding of the sword arts from all the peaks,” Gu Ruohan replied.

Under the moonlight, An Ran began practicing the sword art with newfound precision.

Meanwhile, Gu Ruohan watched her intently, a faint smile playing on her lips.

After practicing until she was drenched in sweat, An Ran finally stopped, panting heavily.

Gu Ruohan, who had been standing quietly beside her, stepped forward and gently wiped away her sweat with a silk handkerchief.

An Ran looked up, her voice clear and bright, and said, “Thank you, Eldest Senior Sister!”

Looking at this mischievous young girl, Gu Ruohan suddenly felt an urge to pinch her cheek, but she restrained herself, focusing instead on wiping away her sweat.

As night deepened, An Ran rode her Flying Sword back to Yaoguang Peak.

The moment she returned to her room, she immediately retrieved brush and ink, infused them with spiritual energy, and drew a spell. With a single, fluid stroke, she wrote in ancient script: “I’ve returned home safely. Don’t worry. Eldest Senior Sister is the best in the world!”

She folded the message into a Thousand-Paper Crane and released it into the night. After completing this task, An Ran took a long, satisfying bath before finally lying down to sleep, drifting off almost immediately.

But in the middle of the night, An Ran felt an unusual restlessness stirring within her, a heat radiating from her chest.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes and sat up again. Crossing her legs, she entered a meditative posture, feeling the spiritual energy within her surge and gather from all directions.

At that moment, a white light erupted from An Ran’s body, coalescing around her.

Gradually, the white light condensed into a luminous sphere.

This was the result of An Ran’s cultivation, drawing upon the spiritual energy within her. Her cultivation realm had advanced another level, reaching the Fourth Layer of the Qi Refining Stage.