Senior Sister Is Too Weak and Cannot Take Care Of Herself (Transmigration) - Chapter 27

Tang Huan originally didn’t want to practice swordplay with Qin Su. At her core, she was a complete slacker, and her daytime exertions were only because she had been pushed to her limit. She had worked so hard that day; all she wanted now was to chat with her beautiful Senior Sister, whom she hadn’t seen all day. The last thing she wanted was to be forced to practice swordplay in a dream.

Besides, Qin Su was an apothecary! What could an apothecary possibly know about sword arts? This dream was taking a weird turn, and Tang Huan decided to steer it back on track.

Ignoring Qin Su’s question, her eyes darted around. She cleared her throat and looked up at the Bodhi tree. “Senior Sister, this Bodhi tree is so huge! It’s beautiful! Do you want to know the story behind it?”

Her little brain, fueled by countless novels, went into overdrive. She decided to invent a tragic backstory for the Bodhi tree in her dream and then, naturally, start a long chat with her “precious character.”

However… the Qin Su in this dream didn’t seem so easy to fool.

Qin Su glanced at the Bodhi tree, her gaze lingering on the gravestone below. Something flashed quickly in her eyes, and she coldly cut Tang Huan off. “Junior Sister, you really don’t want to know the story behind it.”

“You said you want to protect me, didn’t you?” Qin Su hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and gently patted Tang Huan’s head, softening her voice slightly. “If your strength is not enough, you can barely protect yourself, let alone me…”

What Qin Su said was gentle, but it hit Tang Huan right where it hurt. She desperately wanted to become stronger! Was her subconscious really forcing her to work so hard that she was practicing swordplay even in her dreams?

Tang Huan felt defeated, yet she was also painfully clear-headed. In a cultivation world teeming with talent, her aptitude was only considered average at best. In the eyes of those truly powerful cultivators, she was just an ant that could be crushed at any moment. To escape a fate controlled by others, she had to work twice as hard.

Fine! With the competition so close, so be it! Practicing the sword moves in a dream was better than nothing.

Thinking this, Tang Huan sighed and straightened up. She had assumed that Qin Su in the dream would be a mere decorative beauty who would simply recite cultivation techniques or perform some showy, impractical moves. After all, Qin Su was an apothecary.

Yet, this uncontrollable Qin Su in her dream actually picked up a tree branch and began to teach Tang Huan a sword technique she had never seen before. Tang Huan, with her current cultivation level, couldn’t judge its quality. But as Qin Su practiced, her movements were fluid and graceful, as swift as a startled swan. An ordinary tree branch was wielded with such a sharp, murderous aura that the sight alone sent a chill down Tang Huan’s spine.

So, it’s possible for a sword technique to have this effect even without using spiritual energy! Tang Huan was amazed but also confused. This was completely different from what she had expected. Why would her dream show her a sword technique she had never seen before?

This dream was getting stranger by the minute.

“Junior Sister, it’s your turn.” Qin Su seemed to be oblivious to Tang Huan’s confusion. She turned and held the branch out to her.

Tang Huan dazedly took the branch. A stream of spiritual energy flowed into her body, and the breakdown of the sword technique Qin Su had just performed naturally appeared in her mind.

“To cultivate the way of the sword, you must forge a sword heart. Junior Sister, you cannot fear the sword, and you must not be afraid of pain…”

Qin Su spoke briefly, laying out the mental foundation for the sword art. Her words were simple yet directly addressed the flaws in Tang Huan’s cultivation. In a daze, Tang Huan felt a thought rise in her mind: Wow! The Qin Su in this dream really seems like a hidden master! She’s the kind of expert who looks unassuming but can shake the heavens with a single move!

Tang Huan felt like something was wrong with her. Other people’s dreams were filled with beautiful women and romantic nights. Her’s, on the other hand, was spent practicing swordplay with a beautiful woman!

But what shamed her the most was that, under Qin Su’s gaze, she couldn’t bear to disappoint the dream-version of her Senior Sister. She actually started to practice the sword moves that had appeared in her mind.

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The next morning, Tang Huan was woken up by the clamor of the Black Bird (Xuan Niao). The mystical bird had flown into her cave and was flapping its wings violently on her windowsill. After Tang Huan woke up, it “clanged” a sword onto the ground, gave her a haughty and aloof farewell with its back, and flew out of the cave again.

Tang Huan instinctively got out of bed. She had been severely injured the day before and had prepared to be laid up for at least the next two days. However, to her surprise, when she stood up, she didn’t feel any pain in her arm. The wounds had completely healed, and the spiritual energy in her body was extremely abundant. In fact, the spiritual energy in her spirit mansion was flowing even more smoothly than before.

If not for the pale scars left on her arm, Tang Huan would have thought everything that happened yesterday was a mere illusion.

Was the cultivation world this magical? Could such severe injuries heal in a single day?

But from her memory, the original owner of her body had never healed so quickly from an injury. Tang Huan scratched her head. She didn’t know much about healing arts, so she made a mental note of the question and decided to ask Qin Su about it after she came out of seclusion.

Tang Huan refocused and walked over to pick up the sword Xuan Niao had dropped. The sword was unassuming and completely black. But the moment Tang Huan touched the hilt, she felt a jolt. The sword seemed to have a soul, and in that instant, Tang Huan formed a subtle, a kind of ethereal connection with it. When she drew it from its sheath, her eyes lit up at the sight of the long, slender, and impossibly sharp blade.

Tang Huan was sometimes baffled by the original owner’s sense of aesthetics. She seemed to love anything that sparkled, and the swords she usually used were gaudy and impractical, adorned with flashy jewels. While they looked luxurious, they were difficult to handle in a fight. Tang Huan had always wanted a good sword but never expected Xuan Niao to bring one to her.

But didn’t Xuan Niao (Black Bird) despise her? Why would it suddenly give her a sword…?

Tang Huan couldn’t put down the sword that fit her so perfectly. Her first thought was Qin Su, since Qin Su was technically Xuan Niao’s owner. But she immediately dismissed the idea. Xuan Niao was usually so arrogant and stuck-up; a gentle and frail person like Qin Su couldn’t possibly command it.

Tang Huan sighed as she looked at Qin Su’s tightly closed door. She instinctively wanted to tell Qin Su about this, but since her Senior Sister was in seclusion, Tang Huan could only go find A-Qi.

“If it was given to you, just take it!” A-Qi, who didn’t have as many worries as Tang Huan, yawned and spoke lazily. “Why bother figuring out who sent it? Maybe that dumb bird thought it was a snake or some other bad thing and threw it into your room to scare you. It was probably just a coincidence…”

Xuan Niao clearly heard what A-Qi said. It lifted its head high, its eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

A bird so intelligent would not have made such a mistake. But what A-Qi said was also true: the sword had been thrown into her room. Instead of worrying about who sent it, it would be better to use it to train hard and prepare for the upcoming sect competition.

With this thought, Tang Huan stopped pondering and began to practice her swordplay in the courtyard again. She had less than two days left. 

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The next afternoon, Tang Huan would be competing against a new opponent. Ren Jingmu knew all of the original owner’s techniques. If he could coach one sword cultivator yesterday, he could coach any of Tang Huan’s other opponents. If her techniques were known to her opponent, Tang Huan would likely be at a disadvantage again.

Tang Huan decided to prepare for the worst. For the next two days, she would completely change her fighting style. She would no longer practice the original owner’s sword moves, and on the stage, she would decide which moves to use based on the situation. Thinking this, Tang Huan used her wood-based techniques and began to practice.

As she practiced, Tang Huan was surprised to realize she had subconsciously begun to perform the moves from her dream last night. Even though this was her first time practicing them in the real world, Tang Huan inexplicably felt a sense of harmony with the set of moves that was greater than any of her previous techniques. She was able to use less spiritual energy to achieve a better result.

What is going on? Why would a dream have such a powerful sword art?

The more Tang Huan practiced, the more energized she became, but the more confused she felt.

Tang Huan once again practiced swordplay until the middle of the night. She didn’t know why, but even though she felt incredibly energized after practicing, she still felt so sleepy. She had planned to meditate and get familiar with the new spiritual energy flow, but she fell asleep again shortly after she sat down.

Tang Huan saw the giant Bodhi tree from the night before again. Practice makes perfect. Tang Huan remembered what she hadn’t finished the day before. She walked over and looked at the gravestone at the foot of the tree. But the name on the tablet seemed to be covered in a thick fog, and she couldn’t see it no matter how hard she tried.

Tang Huan pouted, silently chanting “blow it away,” and blew forcefully at the gravestone. This is my dream, after all. If my will is strong enough, I can achieve whatever I want in my dream.

However, the more Tang Huan blew, the thicker the fog became, until it completely covered the entire gravestone.

Is this really my dream?

Tang Huan was frozen in place, a vague sense of unease growing in her heart. Before she could delve deeper, she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Junior Sister!”

Seeing the branch in the hand of the red-robed Qin Su, Tang Huan immediately knew what would happen next.

“Junior Sister, although this technique is very beneficial to you, you don’t have enough time to learn all of it. Today, we will break down the moves and choose the most effective ones to help you win the competition…”

This feeling was like getting exam tips from a top student right before a test.

A new set of sword moves appeared in Tang Huan’s mind again. Tang Huan sighed inwardly, lamenting that she had actually become a “workaholic” who practiced swordplay in her dreams. She took the branch from Qin Su’s hand, but when she saw the icy expression on Qin Su’s face, Tang Huan blinked. A thought suddenly popped into her head, and she stood still.

“Senior Sister, I’m really tired!” Tang Huan softened her voice and tugged at Qin Su’s sleeve. Her gaze was imploring as she leaned in cautiously toward Qin Su’s cheek. “I practiced swordplay almost all day; my whole body feels like it’s falling apart…”

Sure enough, a flicker of emotion appeared on Qin Su’s cold expression. As if she knew Tang Huan had more to say, she quietly looked at her, just like the Qin Su in real life, waiting for her to continue.

“Senior Sister,” Tang Huan continued to inch closer. When she got to Qin Su’s ear, she looked at the flawless face so close she could feel her breath. She suddenly felt a moment of shyness and wanted to retreat, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the gravestone covered in thick fog.

It’s just a dream! Tang Huan’s courage returned.

“—I’m just so tired. I can only get better if Senior Sister gives me a kiss!”

Tang Huan spoke quickly and, with lightning speed, gave Qin Su a quick peck on the cheek. She saw Qin Su’s eyes widen as she froze in place, clearly startled. Tang Huan felt a pang of guilt, but then she couldn’t help but puff out her chest, suddenly feeling justified.

Other people get to spend the night in bed with beauties in their dreams. I’m practicing swordplay every day. A little kiss on the cheek of the precious character I haven’t seen in two days… that’s not too much to ask, right?