Duan Lingyun watched her master's flustered, skipping figure with a trace of confusion in her eyes.
So what exactly had her master come to find her for?
Was it just to act coquettishly with her?
Though her master's acting cute was indeed heart-melting, if that was all there was to it, wouldn't it feel a bit...
Too little?
Duan Lingyun didn’t consider herself someone easily satisfied.
She realized she might be a little greedy.
But what else did she want to see her master do?
Duan Lingyun couldn’t quite figure it out.
She couldn’t imagine what she truly desired.
From a distance, she watched her master’s retreating figure, her brow slightly furrowed, an indescribable feeling swirling inside her.
After walking for a while, Little Wei suddenly appeared beside Duan Lingyun and asked in a hushed voice, "Do you want the Beauty-Bloom Flower?"
The Qingdao Sect also had literary studies, so Duan Lingyun naturally knew what the Beauty-Bloom Flower was for.
True to its name, it could preserve a woman’s youthful beauty and even enhance her charm.
Such a thing could only exist in the cultivation world.
Little Wei was certain Duan Lingyun would like it.
"Does Master like it?" Unexpectedly, that was Duan Lingyun’s response.
This caught Little Wei off guard.
Of course, she liked things that could maintain her appearance—who wouldn’t want to stay young?
But at her current height, she felt she still had room to grow.
Besides, the Beauty-Bloom Flower had to be consumed immediately, and Little Wei wasn’t about to fight a bunch of girls over it.
"I don’t want it," Little Wei refused outright.
"Then I don’t want it either," Duan Lingyun replied.
Little Wei: ???
She really wished this little brat would just drop dead.
She was convinced Duan Lingyun was just playing hard to get.
"Even if we don’t want it, we’re still going," Little Wei declared.
Before Duan Lingyun could question why, she noticed the leader of the Alchemy Peak ahead suddenly veer toward a faint glow deep in the forest.
The disciples were still puzzled when the Alchemy Peak Master turned back with a grin. "Little brats, we’re in luck today—we get to witness the Beauty-Bloom Flower bloom. Consider this a chance to broaden your horizons."
That old man.
Little Wei inwardly scoffed.
She had sharp eyes and had seen Li Yu whispering to him earlier.
She had no idea what kind of spell Li Yu had cast on the old man.
Normally, the Alchemy Master would’ve told Li Yu to scram—after all, the old man was still a bachelor and had zero interest in something as frivolous as a beauty-enhancing flower.
"Si, do you think Li Yu has some kind of BUG?"
Little Wei was growing increasingly suspicious of him.
"He doesn’t have a BUG—it’s more like a special ability," Si could only hint.
Hearing this, Little Wei became even more convinced that this person was another "host."
If he were the male lead, at the very least, there’d be some kind of "IQ reduction aura," but the old man hadn’t turned into an idiot.
"So he’s the host?" Little Wei pressed.
Si blinked. "I didn’t say that."
"Then it must be true," Little Wei smirked.
If that was the case, she felt like stirring up trouble. She wouldn’t beat Li Yu up, but she definitely wouldn’t let him get his hands on the Beauty-Bloom Flower.
Men loved showing off in front of the girls they liked, and Li Yu was bound to try and claim the flower.
The group soon arrived at the glowing spot and were instantly mesmerized.
A silver tree hung with dozens of bell-shaped flower buds, dotted with tiny white lights, swayed gently in the breeze, emitting soft chimes. It was clearly something designed to appeal to women.
Even Duan Lingyun couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances.
This little disciple, pretending to be aloof—she obviously liked the Beauty-Bloom Flower.
The flowers hadn’t bloomed yet, so a crowd of cultivators, including some at the Golden Core stage, had gathered to wait. But Little Wei wasn’t worried.
She had a trick up her sleeve.
From her time in the "Big Orange" world, she had acquired an excellent treasure—
The Invisibility Cloak.
Little Wei had no intention of fighting these cultivators—it was too much effort. Better to outsmart them.
Before Duan Lingyun could react, her master had vanished.
"Where did she go?" Duan Lingyun wondered silently.
Meanwhile, the fragrance of the Beauty-Bloom Flower grew stronger, intoxicating the female cultivators, who stared at the tree with longing.
As the scent intensified, the women nearly lunged forward. Gradually, the flowers began to bloom, and the crowd surged forward—but Little Wei had already crouched beneath the tree. With a flick of her wrist, she snatched the flower right out of Li Yu’s grasp.
Li Yu’s expression darkened, but before he could react, attacks from the others rained down on him.
After a frantic struggle, he managed to secure just one flower—his face twisted in frustration.
Returning to his group, he faced the three girls.
Damn it. If he hadn’t lost those two flowers earlier, he could’ve given one to each. Now, this single flower was a problem.
He had a charm aura, not a simp aura.
After a moment’s hesitation, Li Yu handed the flower to his favorite, Leng Ruoshuang.
Though Leng Ruoshuang’s expression remained indifferent, the corners of her lips curled slightly.
So, Li Yu loved her the most after all.
Meanwhile, Little Wei eagerly offered her stolen flowers to Duan Lingyun.
"Try it."
Duan Lingyun froze, then hastily stuffed the petals into her mouth before they could vanish.
A sweet warmth spread through her stomach, making her feel as if she were bathed in sunlight.
"Well? Sweet?" Little Wei studied Duan Lingyun closely—her skin did look smoother.
"Sweet," Duan Lingyun replied.
But then—
"Master, you didn’t eat any? You gave them all to me?" Only now did she realize.
"I don’t eat that stuff," Little Wei said firmly.
Duan Lingyun glanced at her master’s delicate, already flawless features—she truly didn’t need the Beauty-Bloom Flower.
But the longer she looked, the more she felt an inexplicable urge to take a bite out of her master’s soft cheeks.
They probably tasted even softer than the sweet rice dumplings she’d eaten recently.
The thought made her want to drag her master aside and try.
No—her master’s cultivation was higher than hers. At the very least, she couldn’t do this openly.
She’d have to ambush her.
With the Beauty-Bloom Flowers gone, the Alchemy Peak Master led the disciples away to hunt spirit beasts.
The flower’s fragrance had attracted many spirit beasts—after all, anything rich in spiritual energy was bound to draw their attention.
Little Wei noticed Duan Lingyun standing motionless beside her. Just as she was about to speak, Duan Lingyun seemed to remember something and crouched under a nearby tree.
Sect disciples could remotely access the library’s archives.
She desperately wanted to know what those things were.
Watching Duan Lingyun sneak around, Little Wei was baffled.
"Si, what’s she doing?"
Admittedly, Little Wei had no idea about remote library access.
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