What kind of person has the most lethal cuteness when acting spoiled?
A soft, fluffy loli?
No, no, not at all.
It’s the type of coldly arrogant beauty who exudes a “stay away from me” aura in front of outsiders, yet privately gazes with tender affection, blushing shyly while acting spoiled toward someone—that stark contrast is what delivers the maximum damage.
Blue Ling’er is undoubtedly this type of person.
Yu Yi finds it very hard to refuse her requests.
Moreover, compared to Huang Doudou, who trains inconsistently like fishing for three days and sun-drying the net for two, Blue Ling’er has excellently completed her tasks, taking good care of Among the Colorful Clouds as well as both junior sisters.
She truly deserves a reward more.
“Ling’er, first help Qianxue pick out a residence. I still have important matters to attend to,” Yu Yi instructed.
Then she hinted to Blue Ling’er, “As for the request you just made, we’ll talk about it privately later.”
“Yes, Master.”
Blue Ling’er understood immediately.
A peach-blush spread across her face.
She gave a slight smile, gracefully performed a salute, then turned to Yun Qianxue and said, “Little Qianxue, come with me.”
“Oh, okay.”
Yun Qianxue obediently followed, though a trace of confusion stirred in her heart.
Didn’t she just call me Qianxue a moment ago?
Why did she suddenly add a ‘little’ now?
After the disciples each went about their tasks, Yu Yi could not simply stand there doing nothing.
Although she had not yet recovered any memories related to her third disciple, she decided to first investigate whether the third disciple had severed ties with the sect.
The third disciple had left Among the Colorful Clouds many years ago, and her whereabouts were unknown.
If she had not cut ties with the sect, that would mean there were other reasons for her departure.
In such a case, she should still maintain some contact with the sect; it was impossible for there to be absolutely no news.
Thinking this, Yu Yi arrived in front of a tall, silent building.
The Shushu Pavilion.
In addition to rare martial manuals and secret techniques, the Shushu Pavilion might also preserve some correspondence.
Ordinary paper letters had probably been destroyed in that great fire.
But if that third disciple—who pursued “rebirth” in everything—had sent letters to Among the Colorful Clouds, might her letters use some special material?
Yu Yi pushed open the heavy door and entered the Shushu Pavilion.
Huang Doudou had previously tidied the place according to Yu Yi’s instructions.
Though it still felt rather empty, it was far better than the previous state of utter devastation.
Yu Yi walked around inside the pavilion and soon made a new discovery.
On one of the bookshelves, she spotted several exquisite wooden carvings.
When she took them down for a closer look, she realized they were small statues carved in her own likeness!
The wooden figures were lifelike, as though Yu Yi herself had been shrunk into pocket-sized toys that could fit in the palm of one hand.
At that moment, Yu Yi also sensed that these carvings seemed to possess a kind of “life,” as if they could be awakened at any time.
Testing her hunch, Yu Yi slowly channeled her zhenqi into one of the wooden figures.
In the next instant, something magical happened.
Accompanied by the rustling of leaves, a sudden breeze blew in through the window.
Yu Yi turned to look and saw several long vines, as though guided, reaching into the Shushu Pavilion.
The vines crisscrossed in front of Yu Yi.
Upon closer inspection, they had arranged themselves into Chinese characters that together formed a complete sentence: “May Master be safe and well. Your disciple is doing fine outside. Please set your heart at ease, Master.”
Yu Yi tried infusing zhenqi into the other carvings as well.
The vines then formed additional messages—all expressions of longing and reports of safety—but none revealed the slightest hint of her location or circumstances.
These wooden carvings were the “special letters” the third disciple had sent to Yu Yi.
“No wonder Doudou and the others only said it had been a long time since they saw Third Senior Sister and never worried about her condition. It turns out she has always been sending word that she’s safe.”
Yu Yi thought silently.
Moreover, the other disciples must have known that the third sister never mentioned her whereabouts in any of these “letters.”
Otherwise, it would have been awkward if they had told Yu Yi something like, “Master, see if the letters mention where she is.”
After all, Yu Yi had only just learned how uniquely special these letters from the third disciple were.
And finally, among the signature formed by the vines, Yu Yi learned the name of this third disciple—
Ye Qingluan.
***
Qiongzhou, Yaoxi Village.
A few years ago, this small village far from any town had withered grasses and trees on the mountain and a streambed that remained dry year-round.
In such a resource-scarce and harsh environment, the villagers’ lives were extremely difficult.
Most young people left to seek work in towns nearly a hundred miles away, while the elderly and children stayed behind, living with the utmost caution.
They had to be so careful because no one dared fall ill.
If someone unfortunately contracted a disease, they would face a situation with no medicine available and no doctor to seek.
However, after one person arrived in this little village, everything changed dramatically.
The mountain greenery regained vitality, the dried stream flowed once more, and the area became a place of clear waters and beautiful hills, a delight to the eye.
The villagers no longer feared illness, because the person who brought about this transformation was also an exceptionally skilled physician.
Her medical hut was built atop the tallest tree in the village.
The village children had once asked her why she lived so high up.
“Because this way I can greet the sun before any of you,” she had replied.
Though that was what she said, she always slept very late every day.
It was already past noon now, yet this true sleeping enthusiast still had not risen.
In a cradle carefully woven from vines lay a completely naked young girl.
Only a few leaves covered her three key points, as though this was the only way she could fully bask in the sun’s embrace.
The girl had long, wavy green hair.
Her face looked somewhat youthful and innocent, her figure petite.
Especially adorable were her small, bare feet, one of which wore a delicate jade bracelet of emerald green around the ankle.
Few would imagine that this girl—who appeared to be only about fourteen—possessed extraordinarily advanced medical skills.
Even fewer would guess that she was simultaneously the third disciple of that infamous demoness!
Ye Qingluan was only a little taller than Huang Doudou and looked quite young, yet she possessed a pair of full breasts strikingly mismatched with her youthful face.
In truth, however, Ye Qingluan was about the same age as Blue Ling’er.
For some reason, her physical development had halted, leaving her forever in the appearance she had years ago.
“Physician Ye! Physician Ye!!”
Just as Ye Qingluan was enjoying her midday nap, urgent shouts rose from below the tree.
Ye Qingluan awoke from her slumber.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned, and let the vines under her control dress her.
They then formed a soft cushion beneath her, gently carrying her down from the treetop medical hut.
She went barefoot and never wore shoes because she almost never set foot on the ground herself.
“What is it?”
Ye Qingluan looked lazily at the two villagers before her.
“Little Zhu has returned! He—he was beaten half to death! Please come quickly and take a look!!”
the two villagers said anxiously.
At those words, Ye Qingluan instantly became fully alert.
Frowning, she asked, “Where is he? Take me there now!”
As soon as she finished speaking, she leaped down from the vines.
Her smooth, tender bare feet landed directly on the ground.
Though she almost never walked on the earth, in moments like this, she never hesitated.