The Blood Moon Seems to Be My Little Sister

Facing the gaze of her own precious darling, Ye Qingxian rarely coughed shyly before once again uttering that timeless truth: "It really was just luck. I still haven't broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, so it truly isn't worth praising."

Me: ...

The little cat tilted her head.

She didn't understand, but she respected it.

So I gave a thumbs-up toward her. "Senior Sister, awesome."

Ye Qingxian straightened my little cat head and stared into pupils and eyeballs slightly larger than a human's, emphasizing each word with utmost seriousness. "When you praise me, you are not allowed to use a tone meant for humoring children." It was rare for her to act so domineeringly. It seemed I had truly touched a rather crucial bottom line.

"Hehe."

"No giggling either."

"I don't care. I'm going to praise you like this."

Ye Qingxian: ...

Confirmed.

It wasn't an illusion.

Junior Sister really had started treating her like a baby.

A moment later.

The two of us successfully hid inside the woodshed of an inn.

More and more constables began appearing on the streets outside.

Along with black-clad guards carrying sabers.

"Are you sure? They're all martial artists?"

I cleared out a relatively clean spot and completed a proper little cat sit in the corner of the woodshed.

Ye Qingxian's answer was concise. "The ones in black are all martial artists. They should be special guards of this world's imperial court, at least Postnatal Realm experts. The leader is an Innate Expert. For now, it's unclear what the condition for clearing this stage is, or whether we'll encounter even stronger martial artists."

In the mortal world, martial artists had four levels in total.

Mortal, Postnatal, Innate, and Grandmaster.

Back when I was still in the Early Qi Refining Stage, I said that no