Fortunately, she was a pyer who had experienced the storyline in her past life, so this small scene wasn’t enough to scare her out of her wits or lure her step by step into the river.

  In the original plot, the senior sister had suddenly been overcome by demonic fire, unable to suppress her impulses, and ended up taking advantage of the junior sister.

  At that time, the junior sister was still pure, but the senior sister forcibly took her innocence.

  It was Ying Wuyou’s first taste of supreme pleasure in the storyline, and she even felt that the demonic fire wasn’t so hateful. It gave her a reason to unleash her nature and vent her emotions.

  Pyers praised that scene’s dynamic CG as absolutely amazing. The two of them, filled with despair and pain, were entangled together by hatred, suffering yet finding pleasure in it.

  There was a kind of beauty in the withering of flowers, drifting away with the wind.

  Ying Wuyou focused her energy in her dantian, recalling the Scripture of Constant Change her master had taught her.

  The mantra for tranquility, personally composed by Xiao Che, could dispel distractions and bring peace to both body and mind when recited repeatedly.

  Her desire to survive outweighed everything else, and she successfully suppressed the restless demonic fire. She walked to the riverside and sat down on a stone bench.

  “Junior sister, don’t you find the river a bit cold?”

  “Senior sister!”

  Shen Xibai, who had been soaking in the river and lost in thought, lowered her head to cover her chest. She was clearly startled.

  “You’re awake?”

  “Yes, it feels like I’ve been asleep for a long time. Did I cause you any trouble? Did I do anything out of line?”

  Shen Xibai carefully scrutinized the senior sister’s eyes and expression, confirming that she wasn’t testing her and truly didn’t remember anything before she answered.

  “No, senior sister slept very quietly, and your sleeping posture was beautiful, like a person stepping out of a painting. I almost couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as senior sister. No, don’t misunderstand, I don’t have those kinds of thoughts…”

  Even if she did, she would never let the senior sister know.

  Her flustered words were incoherent. On her second day of cultivating immortality, she had let the senior sister see her body and made a fool of herself. Was there even a point in staying in the Formless Sect after such a mortifying experience?

  She buried her face in the river water, blowing out a string of bubbles.

  This scene was quite amusing, making one want to say, “Remember her as she is now.” In the future, Shen Xibai would quickly grow into a cunning little demon.

  Outwardly gentle and harmless, with a pure and kind personality, she would skillfully navigate various situations, forming bonds with multiple outstanding women and becoming quite adept at time management.

  When asked who was better or who she would prioritize, Shen Xibai would embrace them both and utter the shocking, profound statement:

  “Everyone is so wonderful, how could I choose just one? I hope to make all of you happy. Although my abilities are limited, I promise to divide my love equally among everyone, without favoritism.”

  To become an R18 game heroine, one had to have some serious skills, and among them, impeccable flirting techniques were a must. It was unlikely that Shen Xibai would be interested in a sickly, useless senior sister like her, so Ying Wuyou felt quite at ease.

  In the game, Ying Wuyou’s storylines were never reted to romance; they mostly revolved around revenge.

  She either sought revenge on others or others sought revenge on her, a cycle of endless grievances.

  Her interactions with the heroine Shen Xibai were also forced, devoid of love, so she could interact with her without any reservations.

  Women would only slow down her cultivation. Today, she still had somewhere to go.

  “Junior sister, you don’t need to attend the morning lesson today. After you finish bathing, go back to your room and rest. I’ve already read the letter the master left. It’s fine for you to stay in my courtyard; I’ve been cking company tely. From now on, we’ll have to rely on each other here on Mantra Peak.”

  Although she wanted to object to the master’s decision, she knew it was impossible.

  Xiao Che’s stubbornness was such that even the sect leader couldn’t easily sway her.

  Moreover, Ying Wuyou didn’t dare make a choice that would leave Shen Xibai with psychological trauma. As long as she didn’t have to share her room, she would let it be.

  There was always an endless amount of chores to do, and having someone to share the burden was better than doing everything herself. Making the woman who caused her daily anxiety put in some extra bor would help bance her mind.

  Ying Wuyou felt no guilt about this.

  “I’m going to the mountaintop to cultivate. If you need anything, come find me there.”

  This time, she didn’t opt for the convenience of sword flight. In a way, sword flight consumed more spiritual energy.

  While other Qi Refining disciples could fly continuously for a day or two without stopping, she would reach her limit after just one p around the sixteen peaks of the sect.

  Walking slowly up the steps, breathing deeply, and cultivating with the natural spiritual energy permeating the mountain was more beneficial for replenishing her depleted energy and alleviating fatigue.

  There were ways to suppress the demonic fire within her. The original plot mentioned that the cold pool at the top of Mantra Peak had the miraculous effect of purifying the body and mind and extinguishing desire.

  Demonic fire and desire were essentially the same.

  The Book of Omniscience suggested that she spend half an hour each day meditating in the cold pool, with an incense burner pced beside her, filled with Cloud Condensing Grass and Sunlit Grass.

  Both of these herbs contained mild toxins. Burning them in the incense burner would produce gases with negative effects, but using them individually wouldn’t have much impact.

  The Book of Omniscience couldn’t be fully trusted, but its advice after absorbing spiritual energy could be relied upon.

  “Whatever, I’ll just try it. As long as it doesn’t kill me.”

  She pulled two herbs from the medicine pouch she carried and tossed them into the incense burner, lighting them with a spell.

  Before the herbs could release their fragrance, she removed her clothes and pced them on the shore, allowing her body to fully merge with the cold pool water.

  Every drop of water in the cold pool was icy and biting, perfect for cooling down hot-blooded, distracted young cultivators.

  Ying Wuyou was naturally weak, and Xiao Che strongly opposed her coming here to cultivate. This time, she had seized the opportunity while her master was away.

  Two faint fragrances drifted out from the rectangur openings on the side of the incense burner, mingling with the icy mist above the cold pool and seeping into her body.

  “This pce is too cold…”

  Even healthy disciples wouldn’t dare to cultivate naked in the pool. Everyone cherished their spiritual roots, as improper cultivation could easily damage them.

  Ying Wuyou, adopting a reckless attitude, tried it without any psychological burden.

  Her Hollow Spiritual Root was practically useless. Although it was a mutated spiritual root, it wasn’t much better than a waste spiritual root.

  Her spiritual root was riddled with holes and cracks, and even the sect leader had shaken his head upon seeing it, quietly advising Xiao Che to give up and recruit a new disciple instead.

  Those without the fate for immortality were destined to never walk the path of cultivation, and Ying Wuyou was deemed one of them.

  Of course, she wasn’t willing to be denied entry. She took a deep breath of the cold, fragrant air, accelerating her energy absorption and letting the medicinal energy circute through her body. The cold energy cshed with the demonic fire, creating a fierce reaction.

  The two opposing energies collided within her flesh, blood, and meridians, eventually converging into her spiritual root.

  First, her body felt almost frozen, numb to the core. Then it turned into a burning heat, as if her blood was evaporating and her bones and flesh were melting.

  The pain was unbearable. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, her head throbbed, and her limbs were invaded by the toxicity and numbness of the herbs. Her vision was clouded by a gray mist.

  Ying Wuyou suddenly regretted listening to the Book of Omniscience’s nonsense.