Huh?
‘What did she mean by smelling it?’
Song Qingyi was also deeply moved.
This was the first time she had heard about Senior Sister Hong Yuan’s past.
Previously, she had only heard fragments of the story because both her master and her senior sister refused to speak of it.
So that was Senior Sister Hong Yuan’s past.
Song Qingyi felt a pang of heartache for her.
“And so, since that child Hong Yuan likes to manage others, I let her,” Daoist Li Li said.
Her words reached Song Qingyi’s ears, as well as Hong Yuan’s, who had just returned after finishing her tasks.
Hong Yuan’s emotions were complex.
After a long silence, her heart softened.
“You may all stand up.”
As they rose, Daoist Li Li secretly gave Zhu Lan a peace sign.
Zhu Lan couldn’t help but chuckle.
As they descended the mountain, a wave of realization washed over her.
A person as interesting as Daoist Li Li was reduced to a mere “perennial loser” trope in the original novel.
It seemed that relying solely on her memories of the plot to understand the characters wasn’t ideal.
The sun was setting, painting the sky with beautiful red clouds.
Half of the horizon was already stained with ink, and a few faint stars were visible.
Zhu Lan hadn’t seen such a beautiful evening in a long time.
Back on Blue Star, she had only seen a sky this clear during her childhood.
Watching it significantly improved her mood.
After returning to the cultivation room, Zhu Lan ensured the door was locked tight.
She pulled two mysterious little notebooks from the cabinet.
One notebook recorded the various encounters and opportunities the male lead experienced in the story.
There were dozens of them, packed closely together.
The novel’s progression was currently in the early-to-mid stage.
Once they entered the Yaochi Holy Land and the Yao race appeared, the story would officially enter its middle phase.
From there, the thousand-year-old grievances between the Yao and human races would unfold, centered around the Demon God Huodou sealed within the male lead…
Since it was a casual power fantasy, the Mo race would inevitably appear.
The latter half of the mid-stage would involve the Yao and human races uniting to fight the Mo.
On the notebook detailing the male lead’s opportunities, Zhu Lan had drawn several lines to categorize them: early, middle, and late-stage encounters.
The Lin Yuan Sword, the Nine Yang Pure Brilliance Scripture, the Seven Killing Arts, the old man in the ring, the Qilin inheritance, the Thousand Sword Tomb, the Yao race inheritance, the ancient powerhouse inheritance…
Most of the opportunities Zhu Lan had written down had already been claimed by the male lead.
The only major event left was the “Yaochi Holy Land Spirit Spring and Peaches,” which was also the longest arc in the book.
There was no avoiding it; the female lead was at the Yaochi Holy Land.
Those who knew, knew.
Thinking of this, Zhu Lan began to doubt the male lead’s nature as a walking stallion.
It seemed that for a long time now, she hadn’t seen him try to pick up any beauties.
Was the original plot not like this?
Why did it seem like Fairy Xueli and Ye Feng had no interaction at all?
Furthermore, Fairy Xueli’s daughter had yet to appear.
Or was it that, after catching her, the male lead didn’t need to use his brain to seduce women to satisfy his physical needs, so he was temporarily too lazy to chase others?
Forget the male lead—even if Zhu Lan had transmigrated as him, she would definitely want to taste the lip gloss of every woman in the harem.
The current development differing from the original plot was not a good thing for Zhu Lan.
However, she still wanted to steal those opportunities.
She had transmigrated as cannon fodder and only had her knowledge of the plot as an advantage.
This was her cheat code, wasn’t it?
Only a fool would have a cheat and not use it!
The urgent priority was to solve the Bone-Erosion Insect issue.
When she had asked Daoist Li Li today, her master’s reaction had been even more bewildered than hers when she first learned of the insect.
She had to keep it from the male lead for now and ask the more knowledgeable elders.
‘Tsk, what a hassle.’
Zhu Lan looked at the “X” marks next to all the opportunities.
They represented every time her attempt to steal an encounter had failed.
Even the only successful one, the Seven Killing Arts, had been handed over under the male lead’s threat.
As Zhu Lan was calculating her next move, a silent figure hugged her from behind.
“What are you doing?”
Zhu Lan hid the notebook the moment she was grabbed.
She said dryly, “Nothing. I wasn’t doing anything.”
If Ye Feng knew she was still eyeing his opportunities, she definitely wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Ye Feng smiled, choosing not to expose her.
“I got the spots. Just stay by my side when we go to the Yaochi Holy Land.”
“Really?”
Hearing the good news, Zhu Lan rareley took the initiative to give Ye Feng a hug.
“Ye Feng, thank you!”
Ye Feng was not polite at all.
He pulled her closer, refusing to let her go after just a brief hug.
He buried his face in Zhu Lan’s creamy neck and said huskily, “How are you going to thank me?”
Feeling the hot, damp breath on her neck, Zhu Lan instinctively shrank back, but this only brought her closer to Ye Feng’s face.
“I… I don’t know.”
Zhu Lan played dumb.
Ye Feng raised his head and looked into her eyes with a half-smile.
Zhu Lan felt guilty; her eyes darted around, not daring to look at him.
“Fine. I’ll handle it then.”
Ye Feng didn’t dwell on her little schemes.
He had been busy all day, and seeing the soft, delicate girl dazing off made him want to tease her.
A fire of desire had been burning in his heart, wanting to consume her.
Half-drawn bead curtains, a light hook of the fingertip, stealing a bit of bashfulness from the candlelight’s shadow.
When Ye Feng finally stopped, Zhu Lan’s face was flushed as she tried to get up to wash.
However, Ye Feng extended a powerful hand and firmly pulled the lovely girl back into his arms, draping his leg over her.
“Don’t move. Let me sleep for a while.”
He loved Zhu Lan’s blushing face most of all; she always carried an air of youthful innocence and shyness.
Zhu Lan was speechless.
‘If you want to sleep, just sleep. What does it have to do with me?’
“This is my cultivation room!”
Zhu Lan was a little angry, but she didn’t dare to be too loud, fearing that Ye Feng might get excited again.
“What if Senior Sister comes over and sees us?”
Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and gently kissed Zhu Lan’s forehead.
“Let them see. Let everyone in the Heavenly Origin Sect know you are mine. Today, an eyesore of a fly came looking for trouble, and I slapped him away.”
‘An eyesore of a fly?’
Zhu Lan immediately thought of Feng Bujue.
“Someone came to find trouble with you?”
“Yeah. I think his name was Feng-something. I don’t remember. I sent him flying with two slaps.”
“Are you hurt?”
“Of course not. Why ask? Are you worried about me?”
Zhu Lan felt a trace of bitterness in her heart.
If an expert ranked fifth on the Minor Cloud List couldn’t even hurt Ye Feng, how could she ever challenge him if they ever reached the point of fighting each other?