“I’ve decided to use my abilities to peek at Mother’s hidden otherworldly Little Royal Uncle!”
099: ( °д °)???
“Host, you’re still underage. There’s no way I’m helping with—”
“I don’t need your help! I’ll handle it myself!”
Without waiting for 099 to finish, Hua Xiangrong immediately interrupted.
“Of course I know you won’t help, 099, so I said I’d use my own ability to peek!”
“…Yun Xuechang is a Spirit Transformation Cultivator. With your cultivation at the Foundation Building Stage, can you really divine where she’s hidden those things? (;一_一)” 099 said gloomily.
“Heh, I’ve already thought about that problem!”
Hua Xiangrong said with confidence, “Even though my divination doesn’t work on Mother herself, her Little Royal Uncles are just ordinary objects. Figuring out where she’s hidden them is simple!”
“Watch me divine them right now!”
With that, the girl pulled out her Spirit Lot again and prepared to cast a new divination.
“Rongrong, what are you divining this time?”
Ning Shiliu saw her preparing to cast again and came over curiously.
“I’m divining something very important! It’s the meaning of my life!”
“Oh, oh…”
Though she didn’t quite understand, Ning Shiliu nodded seriously when she heard how solemn Hua Xiangrong was, her little face stern as she watched.
If Rongrong says it’s that important, then it must be really important…
Could it be some heirloom Aunt Hua gave her?
Knowing her friend’s family was wealthy, Ning Shiliu began to imagine wildly.
Meanwhile, Hua Xiangrong was earnestly making hand seals over the divination tube, muttering:
“Objects have forms, hexagrams have images, all things categorize, through this deduce. Qian metal…”
……
On the other side, in Yun Xuechang’s courtyard.
The White-haired Fairy, seated beneath the tree, gently closed the book in her hand and let out a soft breath.
‘Mm, I’ve finished reading this “Senior Sister Above” as well.’
‘Now there’s only one book left, and I’ll have finished all the storybooks Daoist Su entrusted to me.’
Yun Xuechang placed the book on the stone table beside her, then took out a Jade Slip and earnestly recorded her reflections.
‘This book, compared to the previous ones, focuses more on the emotional descriptions between the two female leads.’
‘The senior sister’s inner struggle when facing the pursuit of her junior sister, whom she has treated as a younger sister since childhood, and the psychological changes as she gradually falls after the junior sister’s confession, are described in great detail.’
‘On the contrary, the depictions of those shameless acts take up much less proportion than in other books.’
‘If this were a month ago, I might have needed this book most, to understand what love is and to examine my own heart.’
‘But now, it’s different.’
Yun Xuechang put down the Jade Slip that recorded the errors in the sword methods used by the senior and junior sisters in the book, her brows softening.
‘Now I already understand what liking means, and I know who my heart belongs to.’
In her mind, the fiery red figure that accompanied her day and night naturally surfaced.
‘I no longer need to learn how to fall in love.’
‘But… there are still other things to learn.’
Thinking this, she seriously took out another Jade Slip.
This Jade Slip was different from the previous one—it was used to record the various positions of the characters in the book.
After thinking for a moment, she reluctantly added one unfamiliar position and then put the Jade Slip down.
‘Yan’er instructed me to study the contents of the book well, so I can serve her.’
‘Once I fully master the contents, I will surely be able to meet her needs.’
Just as she was thinking this, Yun Xuechang suddenly sensed a faint Thread of Fate reaching out from the void, as if trying to peek at her—at the storybook in her hand.
She raised her hand, intending to casually sever the thread, but suddenly felt a very familiar aura on it.
‘This is… Rongrong?’
She blinked.
‘Yes, Rongrong recently advanced to Foundation Building and learned divination. This should be her practicing. No wonder a low-level cultivator is trying to peek at me.’
She abandoned the idea of cutting the thread, allowing the spying to exist, and instead put the storybook into her Storage Pouch.
‘When Rongrong comes back, I’ll have a good talk with her—not to use her divination on high-level cultivators or their belongings recklessly.’
‘If it weren’t me being spied on but some other high-level cultivator, at best she’d suffer backlash and injury, and at worst, a cultivator skilled in countering would trace the Thread of Fate directly to her door. That would be dangerous.’
With that thought, Yun Xuechang closed her eyes and returned to meditation.
Back in Ji Ling’s courtyard, Hua Xiangrong was still muttering over her divination tube:
“Forms hide within images, images within hexagrams, mind follows intention, all phenomena connect…”
That faint Thread of Fate—she had already sensed it.
“Ha!”
With the girl’s childish cry, a Spirit Lot flew out of the tube, glowing faintly.
Hua Xiangrong eagerly grabbed the lot, looking at the characters that appeared on its surface, and excitedly read aloud:
“Got it! The thing I’m looking for is in—”
She suddenly froze mid-sentence.
Ning Shiliu, who didn’t understand, came over and softly read the words on the lot for her:
“In… Yun Sword Head’s Storage Pouch?”
After reading, Ning Shiliu looked at Hua Xiangrong in confusion, one of her pale golden ears tilting in puzzlement.
Why is what Rongrong is looking for in her mother’s Storage Pouch? Could that important thing be a toy confiscated by Yun Sword Head?
At that moment, 099 mercilessly mocked her from within her mind:
“HAHAHAHAHA! I knew it! Host, there’s no way you can steal Yun Xuechang’s Little Royal Uncle! This is a cultivation world. Of course, this kind of book is kept in a Storage Pouch. Who would hide it in a room? Host, do you think you’re still in your past life? HAHAHAHAHA! (`∀´)Ψ”
“Waaaah, how annoying! Why does Storage Pouches even exist! Who invented such a convenient thing! And everyone has one!”
Furious at her system, Hua Xiangrong couldn’t help shouting out loud and stomping her little feet.
“Why does everyone have a Storage Pouch?”
The speaker had no intention, but the listener did. Ning Shiliu heard the girl’s words and really thought she was asking about the origin, so she explained:
“Rongrong, I’ve heard Elder Ji talk about this. A long time ago, spatial artifacts like Storage Pouches that could store things were very rare; only a small number of cultivators had them.”
“Later, an immortal who specialized in Space Dao Techniques, named Taixu Immortal, left behind an Immortal Artifact before ascending. It could mass-produce Storage Pouches of all sizes. From then on, Storage Pouches became as cheap and common as they are now.”
“Wow! So that’s how Storage Pouches came to be! I knew it—basically everyone has one. Even Mother, who’s dirt poor, has so many big ones… Wait, oh, that’s not what I meant!”
After exclaiming, Hua Xiangrong stamped her foot in frustration again.
“Ah, what I meant was—never mind!”
She sighed helplessly mid-sentence.
“It seems those treasures are fated to be out of reach for me right now.”
“But that’s okay! When I grow up, I’ll definitely buy lots of these treasures! And then I’ll share them with you, Little Pomegranate!”
With that, she took the hand of the rabbit-eared girl beside her.
“Huh?”
Ning Shiliu was startled by her sudden action and words, her long ears perking up.
Though she didn’t fully understand what Hua Xiangrong was saying, seeing that she was willing to share such important “treasures” with her, Ning Shiliu felt warmth in her heart:
“Thank you, Rongrong.”
The rabbit-eared girl blushed slightly, lowering her head.
“I, I’ll share any good things I get with you too.”
“Mm! We’ll be best girlfriends forever!”
Hua Xiangrong looked at the shy, cute, and obedient rabbit-eared girl in front of her and announced with a smile.
In the late spring courtyard, two small figures held hands, joyful and harmonious, like a pair of sisters.