Finish Your Business Quickly!

At the exciting part, Lu Yunyun couldn’t help clapping her hands.

“You two really have quite the mood.

Watching you has made my own hands itch.

Might the two of you leave a little space?

I have a few Hehuan Sect techniques that are never taught to outsiders.

Given this rare opportunity, I’d love to learn from the two of you.”

Her teasing words finally snapped Qin Ximo back to reality.

What was she doing?

She had said they should leave, and instead she became addicted to the little fox’s tails.

Mainly because these three tails each had their own personality and charm.

One, when touched, would shrink back in shy retreat.

Another, facing Qin Ximo’s hand, was exceptionally bold—neither dodging nor avoiding, even leaning forward eagerly for more caresses.

The last one was the most reserved at first, completely still.

But after seeing its two companions being pampered, it eventually couldn’t resist and offered its soft tip to Qin Ximo’s chin, flattering and obedient.

Such treatment was unprecedented, and it made the normally aloof Qin Ximo nearly lose herself entirely.

If Lu Yunyun hadn’t spoken up, she might have stayed lost for quite some time.

“Ahem.” Qin Ximo coughed lightly in embarrassment, withdrawing her hands as if nothing had happened, even helping neaten Cao Xueyan’s disheveled clothes.

“Your legs are still injured.

Allow me to carry you up the mountain.”

Qin Ximo said this with complete righteousness, as though utterly devoid of selfish intentions, thinking only of the injured girl.

Cao Xueyan couldn’t refuse.

It was just a short mountain path—nothing for a Nascent Soul cultivator like Qin Ximo.

And perhaps it would reduce the awkward atmosphere between them.

With the girl’s agreement, Qin Ximo immediately bent down, wrapping an arm around Cao Xueyan’s soft waist.

Her other arm slipped beneath her legs, carefully avoiding the wounded area, and effortlessly lifted her up.

A full princess carry.

Cao Xueyan’s face turned burning red.

Only someone who’d experienced it knew how embarrassing such a pose was.

Eyes open—you see the face of the one you like.

Eyes closed—you hear the beating of her heart in her chest.

It was the gentlest, most protective way to be held.

Except… the three fluffy tails behind her had nowhere to rest.

Because their owner was shy, they stiffened straight like feather dusters, brushing lightly against Qin Ximo’s waist.

Occasionally, one tail even “accidentally” slipped past her waist and shamelessly rested against the sword fairy’s hips.

Qin Ximo pretended not to notice and carried her out.

Watching this scene, Lu Yunyun also found it amusing.

She didn’t know Cao Xueyan’s exact identity within the Qingyun Sword Sect, but from the looks of it, she clearly knew Qin Ximo—and perhaps quite closely.

Which narrowed the possibilities.

Most likely a junior of Qin Ximo’s within the sect.

Perhaps a disciple.

Perhaps a martial niece.

But according to known information, Qin Ximo had always been aloof and proud.

With a sword talent almost unmatched under heaven.

And in all these centuries, she had never taken a disciple.

So the only possibilities were fellow junior disciples from her generation… or their disciples.

But regardless of which identity applied, every one of them violated the sect’s hierarchy and propriety.

Just imagining it sent waves of delight through Lu Yunyun.

She wanted the woman to learn the truth.

She wanted to see that proud face reveal shock and disbelief.

Lu Yunyun trembled slightly with excitement, but she suppressed it so Qin Ximo wouldn’t notice.

No rush.

After they left this cave, there would be plenty of opportunity.

She put on an innocent expression and followed behind.

The ascent was slower than expected—not because the mountain was tall or difficult.

Cao Xueyan began to suspect Qin Ximo’s motives.

Not flying by sword was one thing… but she wasn’t even using movement techniques?

The excuse was:

“I’m afraid too much movement will strain your injured legs.”

Yeah right.

She had heard similar excuses countless times from her master.

But at least she was used to them now.

This supposedly austere fairy also had a tendency to take small advantages.

Still, Qin Ximo didn’t go overboard.

Within half an hour, they reached the mountaintop.

Thanks to Qin Ximo’s… considerate pacing… even a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Lu Yunyun could keep up with a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This place seemed ordinary.

Qin Ximo extended her spiritual sense.

She sensed something faintly unusual, but couldn’t pinpoint how to make it appear.

Even with her Nascent Soul cultivation, she felt insignificant within this cave paradise.

“Thank you for slowing down for us, Fairy Qin.”

Lu Yunyun approached with soft affection—only to have Qin Ximo sidestep her as usual.

Unbothered, she continued:

“This place appears normal, but that’s only the illusion after a concealment array is cast.”

“How do we break it?” Qin Ximo asked.

“There is a method.

Otherwise, why would I bring you here?”

Lu Yunyun stepped forward and did something unclear.

Suddenly, the scenery before Qin Ximo and Cao Xueyan shimmered.

Symbols and patterns flickered faintly—very similar to the teleportation array they had used earlier.

“To break this illusion is simple.

Stand in the center.

Then activate the Hehuan Sect’s dual cultivation technique.

The illusion will naturally dissolve.”

Lu Yunyun smiled pleasantly, then added sweetly:

“During the transmission, the technique must not stop even for a moment.

Otherwise the teleportation will fail—and I’m sure Fairy Qin understands the consequences.”

Qin Ximo’s face darkened.

“Are you not done with your little tricks?”

“My, how you wrong me,” Lu Yunyun said pitifully, eyes reddening as if she might cry.

“This teleportation array was created by the cave’s former master and his wives.

Records say they enjoyed projecting a magic tool and… dual cultivating with their fox furnaces and concubines together.

Over time, although the original owners are gone, the array spirit still remembers its habits.

Thus… this is the only way to activate it.”

Qin Ximo fell silent.

Cao Xueyan also looked troubled.

“…It must be dual cultivation?” Qin Ximo finally asked through clenched teeth.

“If the technique can run smoothly, solo cultivation… might work?

Though one person may not be enough.”

Qin Ximo was not naive.

She understood the implication immediately.

Seeing neither woman respond, Lu Yunyun offered herself with a coy tone:

“Truth be told, I came all this way for Fairy Qin, yet I haven’t even had the honor of touching your hand.

Would you not grant me the chance to… savor your elegance?

And perhaps let me experience how refined your cultivation truly is?”

She expected an amusing reaction.

Maybe fury.

Maybe shame.

Anything entertaining.

But Qin Ximo said nothing.

She simply carried Cao Xueyan forward.

Though a sword cultivator, she did have other flying tools.

“A sect master should at least have this much.”

A beautiful spirit boat materialized, carved with Qingyun Sword Sect’s cloud patterns.

Spacious enough to seat more than ten.

Without hesitation, Qin Ximo boarded with Cao Xueyan.

Lu Yunyun shrugged and followed—only to be shut out by the door.

The meaning was obvious:

No outsiders allowed.

“Fine, fine,” Lu Yunyun muttered, unconcerned.

She waited outside with great interest, holding the activation token, eager for the “show.”

Inside the boat cabin, Qin Ximo held Cao Xueyan close, lightly kissing her delicate earlobe.

Softly, she whispered:

“Yue’er, don’t worry.

I know what I’m doing.

I won’t hurt you.”

Cao Xueyan rolled her eyes, closed them, and appeared completely resigned.

“Get it over with!

You’re just like your junior sister—so impatient!

Hmph!

You’re even starting by taking my primal yin?

That part is… slightly different from Xiao Menglan.”