“…So,” Chen Yin sighed, looking at Xiang’er, who was huddled under the covers, refusing to show her face, “I thought you were joking.”
“Who’s joking?” Master said, hands on her hips. “We’re adults. What’s the big deal? I’ve been looking forward to this for ages!”
Chen Yin didn’t know what to say and glanced at Xiang’er.
“Xiang’er? Are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.
A soft moan ca from under the covers.
“Don’t be such a coward!” Master said, marching over and ripping the blankets away, revealing Xiang’er in a thin, lacy nightgown, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimring. “She’s all ready for you! What are you waiting for?!”
“Senior Brother…” Xiang’er whispered, her voice barely audible, her hands covering her breasts, her skin flushed. “Don’t… look…”
Chen Yin almost lost control.
“Seriously, how strong were those aphrodisiacs?”
“It’s Qing i Niang’s. I tried it once. She slipped it into my wine, but I switched it back. She spent the whole night clinging to my pillow, so I saved so.”
Chen Yin imagined the scene and chuckled.
Xiang’er, despite her hazy mind, was still embarrassed, trying to cover herself. But her movents only made her more alluring.
“If you’re not going to do it, then I will!” Master said, pouncing towards the bed. “My little Xiang’er, here I co—!”
Chen Yin grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back. “Xiang’er, don’t bla . Bla your perverted Master.”
Xiang’er looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Senior Brother… hurry up…”
Chen Yin couldn’t resist.
As Master watched with a grin, a hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed her. “Hey! Wait! Let watch—”
The candle was extinguished, and Master’s protests were muffled by the blankets.
Half a month later. Northern Region. Mount Xiangjian.
A young man ran through the snowy mountains, glancing over his shoulder nervously.
“S-System, is he still chasing ?”
There was no answer.
“System? System?!”
He cursed and continued running, then stopped abruptly at the edge of a cliff.
“Tired of running?” a cold voice echoed from behind him.
He turned, his eyes filled with fear. “Who are you?! Why are you after ?!”
“I’m trying to help you. Don’t you know how dangerous that System is?”
“Lies! You’re just after my opportunity! The System is a divine treasure, ant only for the chosen ones, like !”
Because of the System, I, a lowly disciple, have finally risen above those who mocked ! I am the chosen one!
“You’ll be punished for stealing a chosen one’s destiny!”
Chen Yin sighed and scratched his head.
…Dealing with teenagers with a god complex is so troubleso.
“There’s no such thing as ‘chosen ones’. It’s just a lie to trick children. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Soone always has to pay the price.” He held out his hand. “Give it to .”
“Never!”
The boy’s eyes flashed with defiance, and he threw a powerful talisman, an expensive item that had cost him almost all his System points, his trump card.
“Die!”
As the talisman’s aura intensified, Chen Yin sighed.
The space around them distorted, and the talisman vanished, as if swallowed by the Void.
The expected explosion didn’t happen, and the boy stared at him, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Your sword is quite nice. I’ll take it,” a cheerful voice suddenly said beside him.
He turned and saw a young woman in a white dress, holding his sword.
Then, to his astonishnt, she ate it.
…A terrifying demoness! And that man… he neutralized my talisman without even flinching!
“You’re cornered,” Chen Yin said, a playful smile on his lips. “Give the System.”
The boy clenched his fists, feeling like a protagonist trapped by the villain, his back against a cliff.
But there was still a chance.
In those stories, the hero always jumps off the cliff and survives, he thought.
As Chen Yin approached, he took a step back.
“…I wouldn’t recomnd jumping,” Chen Yin’s voice echoed in his ears. “Not everyone is a chosen protagonist. If you’re not that lucky, you’ll die. Of course, if you’re certain you’re the protagonist, then maybe you’ll survive and even find so great opportunity. Like a legendary cultivation technique, a rare elixir, a hidden paradise…”
The boy looked at Chen Yin’s casual smile, his confidence wavering.
“Not jumping?”
Chen Yin chuckled. “Not tempted by those possibilities?”
He was,
But Chen Yin’s next words made his blood run cold:
“If you’re wrong…”
“You’ll die. And the ones who will grieve… are your loved ones.”
A shadow of sadness crossed Chen Yin’s eyes as he rembered Master holding his lifeless body.
Sword Maiden, having finished her sword, looked around, then returned to the Changming Sword.
The boy shivered in the cold wind. He hesitated, his lips dry and cracked, then he slumped to the ground, defeated.
He couldn’t risk losing everything he had gained.
“That’s a good boy,” Chen Yin said, walking over to him, his scroll glowing faintly as it absorbed the Heavenly Dao Fragnt.
“You were right about one thing. Those chosen by the System… they’re never ordinary people. But if you think the System is the only thing that makes you special, then perhaps… you should reconsider. The System is just a tool. Your own efforts are what truly matter.”
The boy looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and resentnt.
Chen Yin didn’t say anything more, just retrieved his sword and left, leaving the boy alone on the cliff, lost in thought.
As he rounded a bend in the mountain path, a figure in black appeared, kneeling before him.
“Report, Master. A suspected Chosen One has been sighted in southern Yanxia Province. A young woman.”
“I understand,” Chen Yin said calmly.
The figure disappeared, and Chen Yin stretched languidly.
“This is exhausting. Chasing Chosen Ones all over the continent… I can’t even enjoy a peaceful night with my wife and… daughters…”
He rembered the events of half a month ago, a nostalgic smile touching his lips.
…It was quite exciting.
“I can’t wait to go back and have so more fun with Master and Xiang’er,” he sighed.
“What’s… fun?” Sword Maiden asked, sitting on a nearby branch, her eyes curious.
“Is it like that ti, half a month ago, when the three of you slept together without any clothes?”
“…You’re too young to know about such things.”
The Chosen One in Yanxia Province was a sixteen-year-old girl. She seed to have only recently obtained her System and didn’t resist much when Chen Yin confronted her, only expressing reluctance to part with such a novel and entertaining item. Seeing her disappointnt, Chen Yin felt a pang of guilt and invited her to a restaurant in the city for a al. … Of course, it was purely out of guilt, definitely not because she was a charming and witty young lady.
The girl, clearly new to the world of cultivation, was quite open with Chen Yin. After he explained the dangers of the Heavenly Dao Fragnts, she readily believed him and, no longer interested in the System, turned her attention to Chen Yin.
“Mister, do you collect these things?”
“Mister, are you a powerful immortal? What’s your cultivation level? How strong are you?”
“Mister, are you married? Or are you still single?”
Chen Yin didn’t know why she was so inquisitive.
What bothered him the most was being called “Mister.” He was only a few years older than her.
… Have I really aged that much?
Compared to her youthful exuberance, he felt like an old man. Her endless questions were surprisingly tiring.
He finally managed to escape after escorting her ho.
“Still hiding? Haven’t seen enough yet?” a cold voice said from a nearby alley.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I, Master Chen?”
Chen Yin yawned and walked towards the voice. “I told you to protect Nan Xiaoxiang, not to be jealous. Why is your vinegar jar overflowing again?”
Qingying erged from the shadows, her gaze fixed on him, a hint of resentnt in her eyes. “I thought you were busy with sothing important. But you were just flirting with a little girl.”
“Hey, I was doing sothing important,” Chen Yin said, holding up his hands defensively. “And besides, you saw everything. I didn’t do anything.”
He hadn’t even asked for the girl’s na.
She had seed interested in him, even hinting at wanting to know him better, but he had chosen to remain silent.
She’s still young. She deserves better than .
He didn’t know when his attitude had changed. Before, he would have welcod the attention of such a charming young lady.
But now, looking at her eager, innocent face, he couldn’t help but see the face of another girl, a girl from a thousand years ago.
“I’m too old for this,” he sighed dramatically. “I have enough won to deal with. I don’t have the energy for more.”
“Really?” Qingying raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You seem quite energetic to .”
“That’s because you haven’t seen anything yet. You’ll see my true energy when we get back.”
Qingying, sensing the innuendo in his voice, turned to leave,
But Chen Yin’s sword was faster.
The Eternal Light Sword blocked her path, and he stepped closer, a mischievous grin on his face. “Let see how well you’ve maintained your figure, Qingying.”
“You pervert!” she exclaid, her cheeks flushing. “You co to Yanxia Province after all this ti, and the first thing you do is try to get into my pants?!”
“It’s not ‘getting into your pants’,” he said, “it’s… rekindling our passion.”
He pulled her into his arms, ignoring her struggles.
She glared at him, then sighed and relaxed in his embrace.
Her body was still as alluring as he rembered, her curves accentuated by her tight-fitting outfit. He couldn’t resist running his hand along her flat stomach, the subtle contours of her abs a delightful surprise.
“Aren’t you going to see Nan Xiaoxiang?” she asked suddenly.
Chen Yin thought for a mont. He had so free ti, since the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion hadn’t given him any new leads yet. “Of course. But I can’t go empty-handed. What should I bring for her and Ye Ling’er?”
“What about ?” Qingying frowned.
“You too? Do I have to bring sothing for you as well?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“You—!”
Her eyes filled with tears, and he grinned, enjoying her reaction. Teasing her was addictive.
“I’m just kidding,” he said, resting his head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent. “Of course, I have sothing for you. What do you want?”
Qingying thought for a mont.
“Just… spend so ti with .”
“How?”
“I don’t know,” she lowered her head, her voice soft and hesitant, “I don’t know what… normal couples do.”
“They… do “it”.”
“Besides that!”
Seeing her pout, Chen Yin chuckled and pinched her cheek playfully. “Haven’t you ever seen a couple before?”
“I only know Nan Xiaoxiang and Ye Ling’er in Yanxia Province. Where would I see other couples?” Her voice was filled with a quiet sadness, a hint of loneliness that tugged at Chen Yin’s heart.
…She had spent her life in the shadows, either in the Mist Spirit Sect’s Secret Division or fighting by his side.
Her social circle was… limited.
Unlike Luo Luo, who had Ya Ya and other friends, Luo Qiaoqiao, who had her doting parents, or Shen Shuanglian, who had her disciples,
Qingying, after her brother’s death, had only him.
“What do you do all day in Yanxia Province?” he asked softly.
“Think about you,” she said, her eyes eting his.
Chen Yin felt his heart skip a beat.
…Such a simple and straightforward confession.
And coming from soone like Qingying, it was surprisingly… impactful.
Because he knew she ant it.
“I can’t help Nan Xiaoxiang with her work, and I don’t know how to… play with Ye Ling’er… I used to have System tasks to keep busy, but now…” she pouted, her voice barely a whisper, “…all I do is think about you.”
Her words, filled with a quiet longing, a hint of resentnt, made him feel guilty.
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