Chapter 125: Why Don’t You Take the Bait?

Player Quest Publishing.

Among the Eight Major Sects, only the Tianxiang Sect does things this way.

Shen Qingqing’s baffling move had almost drawn out a powerful entity.

But since it didn’t involve other Tianxiang disciples within its sphere of influence, no one interfered.

Ever since Chen Xiaoyan had received the title of Senior Disciple, a new module had appeared in her personal quest interface.

【Quest Management】

When she opened it, she saw three randomly generated daily sect quests.

【① Clean Tianxiang Pavilion. Reward: 20 Spiritual Energy (repeated quest rewards will automatically be reduced by 90%)】

【② Plant ten peach tree seeds on the back mountain. Reward: 50 Spiritual Energy】

【③ Eliminate a Beast in the back mountain. Reward: 30 Spiritual Energy】

Eh, there’s a new quest?

As Chen Xiaoyan scrolled to the second quest, she realized she hadn’t done this one before.

That meant this quest would be a pure profit of fifty Spiritual Energy.

But she wasn’t sure if she could still accept it.

She tried clicking on the second quest, and two option boxes immediately popped up.

【Quest Publishing】

【Quest Acceptance】

Seeing these two choices, Chen Xiaoyan was overjoyed.

Well, well, so she could actually accept quests herself.

Did that mean she’d never have to make a trip to Tianxin Pavilion again?

Emmm.

That seemed unlikely.

Even if there were no quests, she’d still have to go check in with Shen Qingqing.

After all, the jade hairpin and silk ribbon—those two major magical artifacts—weren’t easy to get.

“Wow～ Boss is finally back!”

“Big Sis, you’re finally back! If you didn’t return soon, I’d be dying from anxiety!”

“Boss, Boss, how did Shen Qingqing have you publish the quests? How did you do it?”

“No way, are you actually an NPC?”

As soon as Chen Xiaoyan stepped out of the teleportation array, a group of Tianxiang players immediately surrounded her.

Their chatter was like a swarm of sparrows, all chirping noisily in her ear.

“Quiet, I have things to do. We’ll talk about everything else later. Now, I’m publishing quests.”

She hadn’t even finished her own tasks; where would she find the time for a Q&A session with them?

Publish the quests quickly and slip away—get it done fast.

Chen Xiaoyan pulled up the quest interface and clicked the Quest Publishing option beneath the tasks.

Then another multi-select prompt popped up.

In other words, she could publish all three quests with one click.

That seemed pretty convenient.

She checked all three daily quests, then clicked the 【Confirm Publish】 button.

【Publishing complete】

【Daily sect quests have been published】

All the players around Chen Xiaoyan received a quest notification.

“So, it’s just a matter of moving your finger?!”

Chong Chong was full of question marks, her tone brimming with disappointment.

She’d expected something earth-shattering.

But this was it?

“What else did you think you’d have to do?”

Chen Xiaoyan shot her a glance, then immediately pulled up the map.

“I’m heading back to finish my runs first, then I’ll do the new quest.”

With that, she disappeared from where she stood.

Seeing how hurried Chen Xiaoyan was as she left, Chong Chong folded her arms in discontent.

Dungeon runs, dungeon runs, all she ever does is dungeon runs every day.

If this went on, she’d never get to experience what the game truly had to offer.

No, she had to come up with a plan.

Chong Chong’s eyes darted cunningly, and soon a sly grin spread across her face.

Hehe, got it.

Sister Xiaoyan, you can’t blame me for this.

If you must blame something, blame your body for being too (tempting) weak (to resist).

***

On the other side, at Jinyang County’s teleportation array.

Chen Xiaoyan had just stepped out when she felt a chill rush up her spine.

She shivered, rubbing her arms, and looked up at the sky.

The sunset glowed across the heavens.

Strange, the sky hadn’t changed—why did it suddenly get so cold?

And where was that Chong Chong girl?

Why hadn’t she followed?

After waiting a while, Chen Xiaoyan finally saw that girl walk out of the teleportation array.

“Chong Chong, hurry up, they’re still waiting for us,” she called, her voice a bit anxious.

“Okay.”

The two of them summoned their horses from their backpacks and raced toward the Abyss Canyon dungeon.

Along the way, Chong Chong seemed absent-minded.

Her gaze lingered on Chen Xiaoyan’s hips, her eyes filled with a strange gleam.

“Sister Xiaoyan, do you think there are physiological sensations in this game?”

“Why do you ask?”

Chen Xiaoyan glanced back at her, puzzled.

Chong Chong’s eyes darted away, not daring to meet her gaze.

“Just…curious, that’s all.”

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried, probably not.”

“I think there are.”

“Hm?”

Chen Xiaoyan looked at her again, her expression odd.

“So sure? Don’t tell me you’ve tried?”

“I…”

Chong Chong was embarrassed to death.

If she said she had, would Sister Xiaoyan think she was really perverted?

No way, she’d never admit it.

“Ahem, of course not.”

A faint, almost imperceptible hint of disappointment flashed through Chen Xiaoyan’s eyes.

Sigh, what a pity.

“You haven’t tried, so how can you be so sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. Haven’t you noticed the game’s neural feedback is almost the same as in real life?”

“Not the same. In the game you don’t need to go to the bathroom or eat.”

“Sister Xiaoyan, you don’t believe me?”

Chen Xiaoyan shook her head.

If this game really simulated even that kind of sensation, it would be absolutely game-breaking.

Seeing this, Chong Chong smirked secretly.

Her plan was already halfway to success.

Just a bit more effort and she’d be able to… hehe.

Yes, just a little more—now wasn’t the time to celebrate.

“You don’t believe me? How about after we finish the dungeon, we test it out back at the little courtyard? I bet there definitely is.”

Chong Chong deliberately made her tone sound indignant, trying to make Chen Xiaoyan think she was just stubbornly competitive, not…that.

However, Chen Xiaoyan didn’t even consider that possibility.

“Test?”

A row of question marks floated over Chen Xiaoyan’s head.

How could you even test this?

Besides, the game characters’ underclothes couldn’t be taken off.

The Tianxiang character’s undergarment was a long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of white shorts.

The top was loose and a bit baggy.

But the white shorts were outrageous.

It was as if they’d been slathered with 520 glue, sticking tightly to the skin, impossible to pull off.

So tell me, how would you even test this?

By rubbing?

“Yeah! Sister Xiaoyan, how about a bet?”

“A bet on what?”

“Of course, to see if the game has those kinds of sensations. If it does, I win; if not, you win.”

“No bet,” Chen Xiaoyan rejected her immediately—she wasn’t stupid.

Even just riding the horse made her thighs a little sore.

If there was any sensation, it was probably just a little bit.

“Tsk, I knew you wouldn’t dare. That means I win.”

Chong Chong raised her head proudly, nose almost pointing to the sky.

On the surface, she didn’t care, but in her heart she was anxious as could be.

What if Sister Xiaoyan didn’t take the bait?

No worries, she still had plan B.

My Zhou Xiaochong’s hand is like the Mountain of Five Fingers—no matter how skilled you are, you won’t escape.

Just thinking about Chen Xiaoyan’s tearful pleas for mercy on the bed made Chong Chong smirk uncontrollably.

She was really looking forward to seeing Sister Xiaoyan like that.

Of the ten or so people left, Chen Xiaoyan took more than an hour to clear them all.

It was already late.

After saying goodbye to the others, Chen Xiaoyan logged off early.

Tomorrow was the day of the Xueyan Pavilion gathering.

She had to prepare in advance; if she slipped up, there’d be no fun to be had.

The more brilliant her performance today in the Immortal Realm, the more miserable her downfall tomorrow would be.

That’s human nature—there’s no changing it.