Peeping

Hao Sansi leaned against the doorway as his disciple came back grinning from ear to ear. He had no idea what medicine the boy had taken wrong; without even greeting him, Yue Qianchou returned to his own nest. The moment he entered his room, he pounced onto the bed, grabbed the bedding and covered his head, stuck his butt up, and hid underneath cackling madly. He had never imagined that a single song could be traded for such a treasure. No wonder people in his previous life said knowledge changed one's fate—wasn't he a perfect example?

Thinking of this, he eagerly climbed up, sat cross-legged, and followed the Xuantian Art to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A night passed. He had not sensed a damn trace of spiritual energy, but his butt had gone numb from sitting. Yue Qianchou was sleepy beyond endurance. After yawning, he could hold out no longer and collapsed into sleep. When he woke up, he felt rather puzzled. He had swallowed a treasure, so why was there still no reaction at all? This didn't fit the rules for a transmigrated protagonist!

Another month passed. Hao Sansi had no idea what was wrong with his disciple. The smile had vanished from his face, and his expression grew heavier by the day. Hmm! It was even turning a little green.

Yue Qianchou did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had no idea what that thing he swallowed was, but lately he had been producing an especially large amount of shit and piss, and his body got dirty especially easily. He was practically becoming a major supplier of farmland fertilizer. Could it be that everything I ate had turned into waste and been expelled? he asked himself.

He had asked the white fox about it as well, but she did not know the reason either. Yue Qianchou began to suspect that this treasure only worked on demons and was unsuitable for humans. As the days went by, he became increasingly certain of his guess, his teeth aching with frustration.

The once-every-ten-years Newcomer Tournament was about to begin again. It was the most nerve-racking time for disciples at the late Qi Refining stage from every sect. By then, cultivators from across the Cultivation World would gather together and compete on the same stage, with the number of victories deciding how the Foundation Establishment Pills would be divided. What were Foundation Establishment Pills? They were indispensable pills for cultivators crossing from the Qi Refining stage into the Foundation Establishment Realm, refined from spiritual herbs gathered through the combined money and effort of all sects. The Foundation Establishment Pills produced could not satisfy the needs of every disciple in every sect; the shortfall was enormous. One portion was divided evenly as a guaranteed minimum, while the fate of the rest would be decided by merit.

Thus the Newcomer Tournament came into being. Every sect sent its strongest late Qi Refining stage disciples to compete. The more victories they won, the more considerable the Foundation Establishment Pills their sect would receive. As for how each sect distributed the pills after receiving them, that was their own affair.

Take the Qingguang Sect, for example. The Foundation Establishment Pills first guaranteed one pill for each participating disciple. Considering the objective possibility of failing Foundation Establishment, disciples who had made great contributions during the competition would be given more, while the remaining pills would be handled after discussion among the sect elders.

Qu Ping'er was a tenth-generation disciple of the Qingguang Sect. Her cultivation had reached Foundation Establishment Early Stage, making her one of the outstanding members of her generation. The atmosphere of preparation for the Newcomer Tournament was heavy throughout the sect, oppressive enough to make one feel stifled. This concerned not only the number of Foundation Establishment Pills, but also the sect's reputation and standing.

Qu Ping'er had also been fortunate enough to participate in the competition ten years ago. Because she had made some contribution, besides the one Foundation Establishment Pill she was due, the sect awarded her another. The moon waxed and waned; people met blessings and calamities overnight. To succeed in Foundation Establishment, even having one or two extra pills did not necessarily ensure success. There were many reasons for failure. Qu Ping'er consumed two pills in an attempt at Foundation Establishment and failed consecutively. Her feelings at the time could well be imagined.

At that time, the handsome and dashing Senior Brother Liu Zhengguang appeared. Who was Senior Brother Liu Zhengguang? He was the direct grandson of Liu Changqing, the Qingguang Sect Master, and the most outstanding figure among his peers. He had also been the Qingguang Sect's most dazzling disciple at that Newcomer Tournament.

A genius was a genius. Senior Brother Liu, who had received three Foundation Establishment Pills, succeeded in Foundation Establishment smoothly after taking just one. Kind-hearted by nature, when he saw Qu Ping'er, utterly dejected after repeatedly failing Foundation Establishment, he gave her one. Qu Ping'er truly had not expected Senior Brother Liu to give away something so precious. Overjoyed beyond measure, she attempted Foundation Establishment once more and finally succeeded!

From then on, Senior Brother Liu became the man Qu Ping'er secretly gave her heart to! Unfortunately, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation, thereby fulfilling the unrequited love of countless female disciples, Qu Ping'er included.

"I haven't seen Senior Brother Liu these past few days. I wonder what he's doing. Is he well?" As Qu Ping'er walked toward the back mountain, she could not help blushing at the thought. The sect forbade disciples from using Sword Flight. Although Qu Ping'er had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm and could already fly on a sword, she still carefully made her way along the little path thick with brambles that led down to the forbidden grounds.

Qu Ping'er had discovered this place by accident several years ago. After seeing the imprisoned woman in the cave within the forbidden grounds, she, who had always been confident in her appearance, immediately found herself outclassed and pale by comparison.

For several years, she had not exchanged a single word with the imprisoned woman. Only after discovering something while reading ancient records in the sect's Scripture Pavilion did she learn that the woman was a fox demon who had cultivated into human form.

Though shocked, Qu Ping'er also marveled at her beauty. Especially the music she played on the qin—it carried a faint longing, just like her own feelings for Senior Brother Liu. She had listened to it for years without ever growing tired of it. Whenever she missed Senior Brother Liu and could not see him, she came here.

Thinking of Senior Brother Liu, her footsteps involuntarily quickened. She took out a luminous stone and swiftly passed through the pitch-black cave. "Huh! Someone's singing!" The singing that drifted over with the qin music made her stop. After a moment's hesitation, Qu Ping'er entered the stone chamber and covered her mouth in astonishment. She simply could not believe that the woman who had not spoken a word in years was actually singing!

Qu Ping'er leaped through the air to the front of the pavilion, confirming that her eyes had not deceived her. She stood there in a daze for a long while before slowly sitting down as she had in the past, propping her chin on her knees and listening to the woman sing of that bittersweet past.

"I am a fox who has cultivated for a thousand years... In the dimming lights, did anyone see me dance... When I left you, you were crowned in the golden lists, amid bridal candles in your wedding chamber... Oaths sworn by sea and mountain all turned into nothing..." Listening to the song, Qu Ping'er could already imagine the white fox's past: "A woman in white, snowy as frost, her heart aching beyond endurance, danced lightly in the shadows. She watched the man drinking and making merry amid the scattered lights, hoping only that he would look at her once more, that he would know she danced for him..."

Two streams of clear tears silently slid down Qu Ping'er's face. By the second listen, she was crying and choking with sobs. By the third, she was weeping in complete disarray, tears streaming down her face. She could not listen any longer. Suddenly rising, she wiped her tears and ran outside with a sobbing "Wuu wuu."

After running out of the cave, Qu Ping'er was still immersed in that story, choking back sobs. It seemed this sort of thing was simply too lethal to an innocent young maiden. One wondered what Young Master Yue would think if he learned of it.

After a long while, Qu Ping'er finally stopped. She stared blankly at the cave entrance behind the waterfall, only returning to herself when she felt her face was wet. Raising a hand to wipe it, she found her palm full of tears. She could not help stamping her foot and spitting, "Oh no! I've cried my makeup all over my face. What if I run into Senior Brother Liu? What then?" She turned to look at the crystal-clear pool beneath the waterfall, seemingly thinking of something as she looked around her...

Unbeknownst to her, Yue Qianchou was standing behind the woods not far away, staring at her with his mouth wide open. For some reason, despite Qu Ping'er's cultivation, she had not even noticed trash like Yue Qianchou.

That face was familiar beyond familiarity—it was precisely the Immortal sister who had haunted Yue Qianchou's dreams. He had never expected her to be a Qingguang Sect disciple as well. Someone kept shouting inwardly, Fate, fate! If this isn't fate, what is? This is fucking too fated! Uh... what is Immortal sister going to do?

Qu Ping'er walked to the edge of the pool, removed the longsword from her back and set it at her feet. Then she gently untied her outer snow-white robe, the close-fitting garments beneath outlining a figure of graceful curves. After setting down the robe, her delicate hand began at the cloth buttons of her collar, undoing them one by one downwards.

I've struck it rich! I've struck it rich! Yue Qianchou stared dumbfounded, his already gaping mouth opening even wider as he screamed inwardly, Take it off, take it off, keep taking it off! As he wished, Qu Ping'er by the pool revealed limbs as smooth as congealed cream. Her long, slender legs stood graceful and upright, while arms like white lotus roots curved behind her back, her slender fingers catching hold of a length of red cord.

Holy cake! The legendary red dudou! Heavens, you aren't messing with me, are you? Yue Qianchou could not believe that the first time he saw the Immortal sister who had haunted his dreams, she was actually putting on a striptease for him.

He stuck a finger into his mouth and bit down hard. It hurt! This was not a dream. Hmm! He could not squander such a heavenly gift—he had to keep watching! Please click and recommend whenever you can; it's very convenient, and treat it as a little encouragement for me. After fifteen o'clock, I'll post another chapter to repay everyone.

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