6. A Man’s (Strikethrough) Intuition
“Ever since I met ‘Lü Youyuan,’ I’ve felt like this woman’s life is a cheat.” Yan Chuyue thought.
What kind of cheat? A protagonist’s halo, of course.
The Yan Chuyue in her novel wasn’t this absurd. She didn’t just casually resolve a hidden crisis in the Heartflame Empire and change its emperor.
Now that she thought about it…
Who needed Jiang Chenmo when she had Miss Lü?
Yan Chuyue, holding a bucket full of crayfish, peeked at Gong Yiling and stuck out her tongue. “Big Sister, protect me.”
“What did you say?” Gong Yiling seemed to have heard something. “The wind was too loud. I didn’t hear you.”
Yan Chuyue quickly changed her tune. “I said, what’s wrong with your cultivation?”
“Did I say that many words?”
“Can’t I speak quickly?”
Gong Yiling, half-convinced, replied casually, “You probably wouldn’t know even if I told you. Have you heard of the Heavenly Saint Technique of the Myriad Paths?”
“Huh?”
Yan Chuyue’s reaction was dramatic. “Which Heavenly Saint Technique of the Myriad Paths are you talking about?”
“Are there several of them?”
This…
Yan Chuyue chuckled awkwardly.
The Heavenly Saint Technique of the Myriad Paths was originally intended for the mid-boss, Gong Yiling, in her initial draft.
But after a major revision, it was discarded. She hadn’t even written down the oral tradition for it.
However, she had written a rather amusing setting for this technique.
Although it would widen the user’s meridians several times over, allowing them to possess several times the power of someone at the same level, it also meant they needed several times the spiritual energy to convert into true essence.
It might not be so exaggerated at first, but as their cultivation increased, it would become an ultimate bottomless pit.
Since she wasn’t planning to include it in the book, she made it as absurd as possible.
But… it actually existed!
“Who did you get this technique from?”
Yan Chuyue was extremely curious.
“How to describe it…” Gong Yiling frowned. “An old senior. I usually call him Brother Deer, or Mr. Deer is also fine.”
Yan Chuyue blinked. “Brother… Lu?” (Lu is a common Chinese surname, and also the character for “deer”)
What was that? Did she write such a strange character in her novel?
As Yan Chuyue was about to say something, they arrived back at the cave, so she decided to ask later.
They had been gone for an afternoon, but the three girls had completely transformed the place.
After all, Qiu Shui and Chun Lian were professionals when it came to cleaning.
They had cleaned the courtyard and the cave inside and out, and even tidied up the vegetable patch, making it look fresh and clean, not at all like a long-abandoned place.
As for Little Heehee…
Yes, ever since they left Yanlie City, Lu Xinyao had mostly appeared as Little Heehee.
According to Little Heehee, the two personalities weren’t completely separate. It was more like a certain aspect of her personality taking over.
Xinyao represented rationality, while Little Heehee represented playfulness and reliance on Gong Yiling.
You could say they were both Lu Xinyao, but Little Heehee was more satisfied with her life these past two years.
So, what was Little Heehee doing now?
“Little Heehee, your tail is so useful for dusting!”
“Mmm…” Little Heehee, held in Chun Lian’s arms, was using her butt to dust the wall. She mumbled, “This feels… strange.”
“You said you wanted to help…” Chun Lian scratched her nose. “It’s fine. I’ll help you wash your tail when we bathe tonight!”
“Eh? Wash my tail? But I want Big Sister to wash it…”
“Oh! So Little Heehee was doing it on purpose! Was that your intention!?”
“No… I didn’t!”
Listening to the two girls’ conversation, Yan Chuyue put down the bucket of crayfish and nodded calmly. “I knew it. They’re your wings, aren’t they?”
“Ahem…”
Gong Yiling rubbed her forehead, feeling wronged.
“Forget it.” Yan Chuyue shrugged. “I’ll go and wash the crayfish for you.”
“Oh… ah, right, the veins…”
“Don’t devein them. They’ll be more flavorful that way.” Yan Chuyue replied instinctively, “I know. It’s not my first time.”
After she spoke, they both paused.
This conversation felt… strangely familiar.
A certain brother and sister, when dividing their chores, had a similar exchange. The scene that popped into their minds was almost identical, just from a different perspective.
“Ahem… I’ll go now.” Yan Chuyue was the first to snap out of it, picked up the bucket of crayfish, and quickly left.
After Yan Chuyue disappeared from sight, Miss Gong finally reacted, touching her nose. “Why do I feel like this protagonist is a bit like that little demon, Youyuan?”
For some reason, it was a sixth sense, a brotherly intuition.
But that was too absurd. Perhaps this mercenary queen was also a crayfish enthusiast?
She chuckled wryly, then patted her cheeks and walked into the cave.
“Eh, it’s Young Palace… Master is back.”
Seeing Gong Yiling, Chun Lian immediately stopped what she was doing and ran over. Little Heehee, in her arms, was even faster, jumping to Gong Yiling’s side and offering her ears for petting.
“Where’s Qiu Shui?”
“Sister Qiu Shui is inside, making the beds.” Chun Lian glanced at the basket of miscellaneous ingredients in Gong Yiling’s hand and asked curiously, “Master, what did you and Sister Chuyue bring back?”
“You’ll know tonight.”
“Master, why are you being so mysterious…?”
“Anticipation is a good thing.” Gong Yiling patted Little Heehee’s head and said to the two, “Go and tell Qiu Shui to stop for now.”
“You three, take a bath before dinner. Be clean before coming to the table.”
Little Heehee blinked and mumbled, “Isn’t Big Sister going to bathe?”
“I have to cook, of course. Otherwise, what will you eat?”
Hearing this, the two girls’ faces fell. “Oh…”
—Not being able to bathe with Big Sister (Young Palace Master) is so disappointing.
