Why Are All the Fairies Trying To Make Me Fall

Chapter 10

Jiang Moqing’s favorability towards Lin Que soared all the way to sixty before stopping.

This was already a friendly level.

How could this happen after just meeting for a short time?

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Qin Wanyuan was full of questions, but stranger things were yet to come.

The favorability that had originally soared to sixty suddenly began to shrink again, eventually falling to thirty, barely a normal value.

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‘Is it the Heartlessness Valley’s mental technique at work?’

Qin Wanyuan couldn’t help but start to regret choosing Jiang Moqing as her target, because her state was too unstable.

What if, when the strategy was almost complete, her favorability suddenly dropped back to zero? Wouldn’t all the effort be in vain?

If it were a considerate, gentle, and elegant master, perhaps it wouldn’t…

Pah, pah, pah, what am I thinking!

Qin Wanyuan pinched the outside of her thigh, then exited the system interface and focused her attention on Jiang Moqing.

“Senior sister, may we come in and talk? I have some questions that I would like to ask you.” Qin Wanyuan asked politely, then took out a bottle of pills from her storage ring: “I am new here and have prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will accept it.”

“…..” Jiang Moqing glanced at the pills in Qin Wanyuan’s hand indifferently, without any intention of accepting them, and just turned around and went inside, “We don’t talk about mundane gifts between fellow disciples, come in.”

Seeing that Jiang Moqing didn’t accept the gift, Qin Wanyuan didn’t insist, but tugged at Lin Que’s sleeve, leading him to follow Jiang Moqing inside.

Crossing the threshold and entering the courtyard, Qin Wanyuan was slightly stunned by the sight.

In the courtyard stood a well-arranged rockery, with waterfalls cascading down to a layered stone pond below, where several koi swam, the water shimmering, and a few lotus leaves dotted the surface, adding a touch of color.

The three of them walked along the stone path, with willow trees and flower bushes planted on both sides, leading to a pavilion at the end. The pavilion was surrounded by mountains and water, offering a full view of the courtyard, a truly exquisite layout.

Qin Wanyuan was very surprised.

She had thought that someone like Jiang Moqing, who had trained in the Valley of Heartlessness, would be all about simplicity and single-mindedly focused on the sword. She didn’t expect the courtyard to be so warmly decorated.

And there was a strange sense of familiarity.

Even though this was her first time visiting Jiang Moqing’s abode.

Jiang Moqing was the first to enter the pavilion. Unlike An Xiaoyao, she did not serve tea to entertain her guest. Instead, she sat in a corner of the pavilion, took out some fish food from her sleeve, and casually sprinkled it into the pond, watching the koi fish gather and scramble for food with great interest.

“Senior Sister, you have such elegant taste,” Qin Wanyuan praised. “The layout of this courtyard is exquisite. It must have taken a lot of effort.”

“It was arranged by someone else before,” Jiang Moqing replied without turning her head, her voice indifferent. “What brings you here?”

“As a new disciple, I wanted to ask if there are any rules within the sect that I need to follow, or if our master has any particular preferences? I also want to prepare a gift for her,” Qin Wanyuan pondered for a moment before deciding to start with some basic questions.

After all, she needed to stall for half an hour.

“There are no special rules on Drunken Jade Peak. Just focus on your cultivation. Our master dislikes sycophants,” Jiang Moqing’s voice was cold and sharp. “I really don’t understand why you were chosen.”

The latter half of her sentence seemed to question why An Xiaoyao had accepted Qin Wanyuan as a direct disciple, but it also seemed to imply something else.

Lin Que frowned slightly. He held Qin Wanyuan’s hand and looked at her, silently asking if she wanted to leave.

Qin Wanyuan just gave a bitter smile. Anyone could see that Jiang Moqing didn’t like her, but more importantly, it was Lin Que’s attitude that mattered.

Just now, when Jiang Moqing had mocked Qin Wanyuan, Lin Que’s favorability towards her had already dropped to four points.

As Lin Que’s favorability towards Jiang Moqing dropped, the system explained that the lower his favorability towards someone, the harder it would be to trigger intimate events.

In other words, with their current favorability, Lin Que would even dislike touching Jiang Moqing’s hand.

Qin Wanyuan felt a headache coming on. She knew she couldn’t let things continue like this, but she didn’t know how to break the deadlock.

She had just stepped into Jiang Moqing’s cave dwelling, and they were already on the verge of conflict. Jiang Moqing’s taciturn and unsociable nature made it difficult for her to stall for time.

Half an hour, was this a task that a person could complete?

Wait… the system only required them to stay in her cave dwelling for half an hour, but it didn’t specify what they had to do.

And conflict…

Qin Wanyuan blinked, and an idea suddenly came to her.

“Senior Sister, as a new disciple, I have many questions about swordsmanship. I don’t want to bother our master all the time. Could I be so bold as to ask you for some guidance?”

As soon as she said this, Jiang Moqing’s hand, which was feeding the fish, paused. She finally turned her head and looked directly at Qin Wanyuan.

“No problem.”

Without any unnecessary words, Jiang Moqing drew her sword.

The tip of the sword, gleaming with a cold light, pointed directly at Qin Wanyuan’s forehead. It didn’t look like a sparring session but rather an intent to kill.

“Wanyuan, forget it. I’ll teach you what you don’t understand about swordsmanship when we get back,” Lin Que squeezed Qin Wanyuan’s hand slightly.

He knew Jiang Moqing’s personality very well. When it came to swords, she was serious.

“It’s okay, Lin Lang,” Qin Wanyuan patted the back of Lin Que’s hand and smiled. “It’s just a sparring session between fellow disciples.”

Seeing their small gestures and whispers, Jiang Moqing frowned, and the previously steady tip of her sword trembled slightly.

“I will suppress my cultivation to the same level as yours.”

Does that mean she wouldn’t guarantee anything else?

Understanding the coldness in Jiang Moqing’s words, Qin Wanyuan’s eyes showed no fear. She simply drew her sword and faced Jiang Moqing head-on.

“Please enlighten me.”

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two disappeared from the pavilion, and in the next second, a sound of clashing metal exploded in the sky.

Lin Que flew out of the pavilion, only to see Qin Wanyuan and Jiang Moqing’s figures rapidly crossing in the sky, the clouds along the way were cut into countless pieces, and in the next moment, they exploded due to the strong impact.

In just a few breaths, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.

After another clash of metal, the two briefly separated to catch their breath.

Qin Wanyuan’s side waist was cut open, with a few shallow wounds on her body. The wounds were not deep and soon stopped bleeding, but her clothes were cut open, revealing her fair skin, which looked a bit unsightly.

Fortunately, there were only four people on Drunken Jade Peak, and the only man was her Dao companion, so Qin Wanyuan had no intention of covering up, but instead observed Jiang Moqing opposite her.

Jiang Moqing stood with her sword, her plain white clothes also had a few cuts, and even her side face had a very shallow sword mark.

Her pupils slightly contracted, not because her face was scratched, but because of Qin Wanyuan’s strength.

Although she suppressed her strength, Jiang Moqing’s swordsmanship realm remained the same. Even so, Qin Wanyuan could still fight her to a four-six split in dozens of moves.

Even if it was just a tentative move at the beginning, it was quite rare.

More importantly, although the woman in front of her looked gentle, her sword moves carried a decisiveness and killing intent that a sect disciple should not have.

It was as if she, like herself, had fought her way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At this moment, she had a new impression of this junior sister who had just joined the master’s sect three months ago.

“Your strength is not bad.”

Jiang Moqing did not hesitate to praise.

“Thank you for the compliment, senior sister.” Qin Wanyuan smiled.

After all, the years of turmoil before her rebirth were not lived in vain.