Chapter 131: It’s Your Adorable Little Junior Sister

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Dim and shrouded in thick fog, Baili Mo walked aimlessly through a vast darkness.

“Where is this?” Baili Mo looked around the black void with a deep frown.

“Where? This is the deepest darkness,” a voice sneered disdainfully from an unknown direction.

“Who’s there!” Baili Mo startled and searched repeatedly for the source of the voice.

“Who? Hey, I’m right beneath you,” the voice came again, hoarse yet familiar.

Suddenly, a chill crept up from Baili Mo’s soles, spreading through his entire body. He opened his eyes wide and slowly glanced downward, but saw nothing.

“Nothing?” Baili Mo murmured, then crouched down slowly, wanting to see more clearly.

“Nothing? What nonsense are you talking about? Aren’t I you?” Suddenly, an image of Baili Mo appeared on the ground, mirroring his own movements, as if mocking him.

Though the face was identical, Baili Mo found it hateful, hideous, and terrifying. Gradually, blood began to seep from the projected face, deep crimson and gory, until the features blurred beyond recognition. Cracks abruptly marred the visage, flesh torn and mangled.

“Hey, why won’t you save me? It’s your fault, Baili Mo,” the voice spoke again, now that of Lu Qinglian’s soft tone, as an eye slipped down his cheek.

Plop.

“Ah!!!”

Baili Mo screamed, drenched in cold sweat. He suddenly jolted awake, clutching the blanket tightly, gasping for breath.

Trembling, he got out of bed and staggered to a round table, grabbing a teapot and pouring tea greedily into his mouth.

“Was it a nightmare?”

Shaking his head, fragmented memories and thoughts pieced together. Baili Mo recalled that night — how he had seemed possessed.

Creak—the wooden door opened, and the light streaming in made Baili Mo squint, shielding his eyes with a hand.

“Senior Brother! You’re awake!” A familiar, lilting voice like a warbler’s rang out. A girl in a yellow dress appeared at the doorway, her hair tied into two bundles with green ribbons. Her face was an oval, cheeks chubby with baby fat, giving her a cute, petite appearance. Though young, she was well-developed—the epitome of a youthful beauty with a generous figure.

Though called a junior sister, she was only a few months younger than Baili Mo. Their master had taken only two disciples: Baili Mo was the eldest, and she was the junior.

She carried a wooden basket full of food, presumably to bring Baili Mo his meal. Cultivators did eat; “fasting” was only temporary to focus on training, not a permanent state. No one starved themselves intentionally.

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“Ah... isn’t this my beloved little junior sister?” Baili Mo’s first thought upon seeing the adorable junior sister entering was not relief, but fear, even dread.

“Yes, yes, it’s me, your cute little junior sister,” she nodded obediently, then began placing the dishes from the basket onto the round table, humming happily.

But the more she acted like this, the more uneasy Baili Mo felt.

“Senior Brother, the meal’s all here,” the junior sister said, sitting obediently on a wooden stool, smiling sweetly without speaking further.

She just looked, quietly, deeply—her gaze made Baili Mo increasingly uncomfortable until he began trembling.

“Junior sister, hurry up, this is torture,” Baili Mo said hopelessly, tilting his head back.

“Okay, okay,” she nodded like a chick pecking at grain.

Then—

“Ah! Damn you, Senior Brother!!! What the hell have you been doing down the mountain? You even dared to visit brothels!!!” Suddenly, her face changed, exploding with rage in a high-pitched, fierce tone.

“No, I didn’t go! Let me explain! Ah!!!” Baili Mo exclaimed as she punched his stomach mercilessly.

“You big-headed ghost! Visiting brothels is bad enough! You even called girls over! Two of them! Two aren’t enough—you eyed a third while eating your fill! You even dared to snatch a third one in a brothel!!!” Her chubby face, even while trying to look fierce, was irresistibly cute.

“No, little junior sister, listen to me! Don’t! Don’t!!! Ah!!!” Baili Mo clutched his stomach, screaming again as she kicked him squarely.

Hopefully, it didn’t cause any lasting damage.

“You big-headed ghost! Snatching girls is bad enough, but you also gave one a token of affection! That jade pendant—you didn’t even give me one!!!” She was so angry her cheeks flushed red, then spun around and kicked him again.

“Ah!!! I-I want a chance to explain!!!” Baili Mo was kicked back onto the bed, clutching his stomach and the small Baili Mo figure.

“Explain, you big-headed ghost! Giving a gift is one thing, but you actually killed for that girl! Killed a mortal! And not just killed, but tortured! Have you forgotten the rules of our Southern Xuan Sect?!” She angrily pounded his chest with her tiny fists.

Gradually, her movements slowed. Baili Mo watched as tears glistened on her milky face, dripping onto him while she sobbed softly.

“Do you know? Do you know how worried I was when Master brought you back? How terribly afraid I was you’d never wake up again?” She choked on her words, leaning gently against Baili Mo’s chest, sniffling.

“Little junior sister, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Baili Mo gently stroked her hair.

“Next time? You must be kidding!” She clenched her fists, pretending to strike again.

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“Ha, ha, ha, no, no next time! I promise!” Baili Mo hastily waved his hands, smiling sheepishly.

“Damn you, Senior Brother.” She lowered her fists, wiped her tears, and pouted, lightly scolding him.

“By the way, where’s Master?” Baili Mo scratched his head.

“Hmph! You still dare mention Master! He went to see the Sect Leader to report some matters and to take on your mess!” She got off the bed, grabbed some chopsticks, and started eating Baili Mo’s food, sounding annoyed.

“My mess? Little junior sister, those bastards deserve it, truly deserve it. Maybe I went too far, but I don’t regret it—not one bit!” Baili Mo clenched his fists, resolute.

Looking at the senior brother she’d grown up with, the little junior sister felt a strange unfamiliarity in him, as if he had changed in that moment.

“That girl you protected is fine, you don’t need to worry,” after a while, the junior sister said helplessly, noticing Baili Mo’s hesitant expression.

“Really? Did Master save her?” Baili Mo’s eyes lit up, eager.

“Senior Brother, you’ve never cared about me like this before.” Seeing this, the junior sister frowned, sounding a little displeased.

“Uh... wait a moment.” Baili Mo hurriedly rummaged through the room, tossing aside his clothes one by one.

“Ah, here it is.” He held a storage pouch, smiling as he pulled out an item and said, “Little junior sister, here, this is for you.”

“Ah! Rouge!” The junior sister exclaimed excitedly. As someone who often went down the mountain, she recognized it instantly. She had failed to buy any before for lack of common silver coins.

Of course, Baili Mo had cheekily obtained the rouge from a cosmetics shop without paying—his little junior sister had no idea.

If she knew it was stolen from another woman, it would be a disaster.

“Ahem, how could your Senior Brother not care about you? You’re my only little junior sister—I barely have time to spoil you!” Baili Mo coughed twice, speaking earnestly.

“Mm-hmm, Senior Brother is so good to me.” The junior sister smiled brightly.

Yes, as long as he could soothe her and forget how many times she had beaten him up before, she was still quite normal, very cute indeed.