Chapter 7
Lou Yuqing was still happily immersed in the flowing stream of gossip when she suddenly realized—the arguing around her had gone quiet.
She blinked, then instinctively turned toward Si Nidie and Wu Fengshu.
[Finished arguing? Going to the dueling arena now?]
The two women: “...”
Silence fell like a dropped curtain.
Si Nidie reacted first. Her expression snapped into seriousness as if nothing had happened. “Fellow Daoist, have you made up your mind? You’re not planning to run away at the last moment, are you? If you do, I’ll look down on you.”
“Who needs your respect?” Wu Fengshu retorted immediately—then regretted it just as fast. Why was she still bringing Si Nanren into this?
She absolutely was not that obsessed with him anymore.
[Still arguing? Then I’ll keep reading.]
Si Nidie let out a quiet breath of relief. That was close.
Beside them, Gu Bugai gave a faint shake of his head, almost amused. These juniors… truly full of life.
[After three consecutive setbacks, Wu Fengshu, deeply wounded, buried herself in cultivation. She entered seclusion and only emerged after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage.]
[By chance, she encountered a disciple from the Yu Yin Sect. This one had none of the previous flaws—thus began her fourth pursuit.]
[The two spent sweet days together. Then one day, the Yu Yin Sect disciple said he had something important to tell her. Wu Fengshu thought he was going to confess—but, hahaha…]
Lou Yuqing nearly choked trying to suppress her laughter.
Wu Fengshu’s heart sank.
[He said: “Feng’er, meeting you has been wonderful. Would you… like to be my sworn sister for life?”]
Wu Fengshu: “…”
Her mind went blank.
All that effort… to become his sister?
Si Nidie clamped a hand over her mouth, shoulders trembling as she fought to keep from bursting out laughing.
What kind of absurd fate was this? Lovers turning into siblings?
Gu Buqi stood calmly, face unmoved—but somewhere deep inside, even he couldn’t help feeling both amused and exasperated.
[Enraged, Wu Fengshu struck him—and then something even more dramatic happened. His outer robe tore open, revealing pink women’s clothing underneath.]
[It was a limited-edition robe from the Treasure Pavilion, once fiercely contested by female cultivators—but ultimately won by that very Yu Yin Sect disciple.]
[He had claimed it was for his future partner. No one expected… he’d wear it himself.]
Wu Fengshu: “...”
She stared ahead, utterly speechless.
Blacklist. Immediately.
Si Nidie’s face flushed red as she struggled to suppress her laughter.
Gu Buqi: …
[This blow was even worse than the Yunxiao Sect sword cultivator. She returned to her sect, cultivated for years, and only then regained the courage to venture out again.]
[On the road, she was saved by a male cultivator. He understood women’s hearts and repeatedly won her favor.]
[Wu Fengshu thought he was promising. But once bitten, twice shy—she investigated him first.]
[The result? He was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Before meeting her, he already had several concubines.]
Wu Fengshu: Damn it!
She hadn’t even secured one man, and this one came with a full household?
Blacklist!
Si Nidie sighed inwardly. No wonder he understood women—experience.
Suddenly, Lou Yuqing’s thoughts paused.
Si Nidie’s instincts screamed danger. She immediately straightened, voice cold. “My patience has limits. If this continues, don’t blame me for dragging you to the dueling arena.”
“Hmph. I won’t listen to you,” Wu Fengshu snapped, irritation spilling over—whether at Si Nidie or at the memory of that scoundrel, even she wasn’t sure.
Lou Yuqing, seeing the argument continue, cheerfully resumed spectating.
[Although she avoided a scumbag, her mood for cultivation was ruined. She returned to her sect to reset.]
[Even her master couldn’t bear it and introduced her to a disciple from the Star Pavilion—renowned, upright, talented, and socially adept.]
[They attended the Treasure Hunt Tournament together. Wu Fengshu was very satisfied…]
[But after returning, the disciple vanished.]
Wu Fengshu: “What?!”
Lou Yuqing blinked, equally confused, and read on.
[Run away? No.]
[He was simply too devoted to cultivation. When Wu Fengshu tried to speak of love, his answer was always: “Tomorrow.”]
[Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow… In the end, she never managed to see him again.]
Wu Fengshu: “...”
Was she cursed?
Another name added to the blacklist.
Si Nidie rubbed her aching cheeks. She’d smiled too much.
Gu Buqi remained thoughtful. Some cultivators truly pursued only the Dao—everything else was irrelevant.
[In fury, Wu Fengshu trained relentlessly, surpassing those Star Pavilion disciples.]
[Using her illusion techniques, she defeated them repeatedly.]
[After six victories, she concluded this place was her nemesis—and left for the southern border.]
[Perhaps the feng shui truly changed. There, she finally met her true love.]
[Their relationship progressed smoothly—so smoothly it was almost unbelievable.]
Wu Fengshu straightened slightly, regaining confidence.
See? Of course I’d find someone worthy.
Si Nidie remained unconvinced.
[I knew it wouldn’t be that simple.]
[Just as they were about to confirm their relationship, the Southern Xinjiang disciple revealed a family heirloom—an ancient cursed artifact said to test eternal love.]
[Pass the test, and it proved destiny. But the manual he read was missing a page.]
[This artifact… fed on love. The moment they summoned it was the moment their love vanished.]
[Having devoured it, the artifact entered a deep slumber. Perhaps… that counts as a different kind of eternity.]
Wu Fengshu: “!!!”
Si Nidie nearly lost it.
Gu Buqis gaze sharpened slightly. An ancient cursed artifact…
[...So in the end, her love was devoured. She lost the ability to love—and remained single for life.]
Wu Fengshu: “...”
She only wanted a man. Was that really so hard?
Si Nidie: “Lower your standards.”
Wu Fengshu: “Never.”
Si Nidie shrugged. “Then enjoy being alone forever.”
Wu Fengshu scoffed. “As if this is all true.”
…Except, it was.
Click.
The door flew open.
A streak of red light burst in—
—along with a stench so horrifying it seemed to take physical form.
Everyone: “!!!”
They recoiled instantly, sleeves clamped over their noses.
“Who is that?” Lou Yuqing muffled.
Si Nidie squinted. “...Looks like my brother.”
“What?!”
Wu Fengshu finally looked properly.
And in that instant, something shattered.
Si Nanren… had hidden in a compost heap. Whatever remained of that refined scholar image dissolved into nothing.
Si Nanren, meanwhile, was ecstatic.
It worked!
His sister hadn’t lied!
The princess would definitely give up now—
Three purification spells slammed into him at once.
Fresh air returned.
He burst out laughing. “Many thanks!”
Si Nidie snapped, “Why are you here?”
“You told me to come!” he shot back.
Lou Yuqing blinked.
[Wait… she called him?]
Si Nidie froze.
Oh no.
“I—I didn’t—” she stumbled, then instantly pivoted. “It’s her fault! She wouldn’t stop pestering you—deal with it yourself!”
Wu Fengshu: “...”
Just then, a crowd stormed in.
“The smell’s gone!”
“He came this way!”
“Did you see someone carrying… excrement?”
Everyone: “...”
Si Nanren coughed. “No. This is the Enforcement Hall. No one would dare do such a thing. Perhaps try nearby?”
“Reasonable. Spread out!”
They rushed off.
Silence returned.
Then—
All eyes turned to Si Nanren.
He jumped. “You’re not actually believing that, right? Who would carry something like that on themselves?!”
Si Nidie crossed her arms coolly. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
“Of course!” he said firmly.
Lou Yuqing quietly exited the system panel.
Unseen, a line of text continued to scroll: