Why Are All the Fairies Trying To Make Me Fall

Chapter 12

In their previous life, Lin Que had planned to take Qin Wanyuan back to meet his family and finalize their engagement. However, after the Wenjian Sect’s chief Jiang Moqing died, all direct disciples were forbidden to leave the sect until the truth was uncovered, so the matter was temporarily put on hold.

Later, the evil sect invaded, the Wenjian Sect was destroyed, and Lin Que perished…

“This time, I will definitely change this outcome.”

Qin Wanyuan clenched her fists, her tone firm.

Soon, she turned her attention to the last prescription: “Speaking of which, I know the effects of the first two talismans, but what is this prescription for?”

【Secret Foot Bath Prescription: Once every three days, after a month, your feet will be as white as jade, tender as lotus roots, and naturally fragrant.】

“Take the elixir first, and then rest for tonight.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Qin Wanyuan obediently nodded and took the medicine. The elixir was indeed as Lin Que had said, rich with a honeyed fragrance.

“It’s sweet and delicious~” She cupped her face, her eyes filled with happiness and joy.

Having experienced a rebirth, she was no longer afraid of bitterness. However, in front of Lin Que, she couldn’t help but act a little spoiled.

After taking the healing elixir, the sword wounds on Qin Wanyuan’s body began to heal and scab over at a visible speed. With both external and internal treatment, she would likely be almost fully recovered by tomorrow morning.

The night was deep, and the two extinguished the candlelight, embracing each other on the bed, admiring the bright moon outside the window.

Looking at the side profile and deep eyes of the person beside her, Qin Wanyuan squinted her eyes in happiness:

“Speaking of which, Lin Lang is truly amazing. Not only is he skilled in swordsmanship, but he also has a deep understanding of alchemy and healing. Even Qian’er’s illness was cured by you.”

“I guess it’s a case of long illness making a good doctor.” Lin Que smiled. “I probably haven’t told you before, but I also encountered a significant disaster in the past, which caused me to lose all my cultivation. It was from that time that I began to delve into alchemy and medicine.”

It was also from that time that I got the system.

Lin Que didn’t say this out loud. The little demon system was a secret he couldn’t reveal.

“Is that so…” Qin Wanyuan blinked. In her previous life, she and Lin Que had lived sweet days together, rarely delving into his past.

Because Lin Que almost never brought it up, and she didn’t want to uncover his scars.

So in Qin Wanyuan’s eyes, Lin Que had always been a mysterious and powerful, yet very gentle man, without any flaws.

Unexpectedly, the development in this life was different. Lin Que actually took the initiative to mention his past, including his former Dao companion and some of his history.

‘It seems the system was right. As long as I follow the tasks, I can learn more about Lin Lang’s past.’

[The host is correct. In the past, your eyes were only filled with admiration and longing for Lin Que, like a fervent believer. And this is precisely the emotion furthest from understanding.]

[To like someone is not just to abandon everything and follow behind them, but to stand by their side and face the coming storms together. Does the host think this system is right?]

‘….’

Although Qin Wanyuan didn’t like this system very much, she had to admit that its words made sense.

If she had been stronger in her previous life and not immersed in the sweet life with Lin Que, perhaps on the day the cult attacked, she could have stood by his side instead of being knocked out and taken away, leaving him alone to face the numerous evil cultivators.

‘Admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding….’

Qin Wanyuan’s eyes were deep. She finally realized how far she had been from Lin Que, even though they had become Dao companions, intimately connected, she had never truly understood him.

‘This time, it will definitely be different.’

With this thought, Qin Wanyuan closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Of course, before sleeping, she didn’t forget to use those two talismans.

Entering the dream, Qin Wanyuan felt as if she was falling through clouds, then suddenly being lifted up.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in her master An Xiaoyao’s courtyard, and her master was walking towards her from the courtyard gate.

“Master…” Qin Wanyuan instinctively greeted, but found that the other party didn’t look at her, just walked straight past.

At this moment, she remembered that she was in a dream.

“This dream feels so real… and my senses are not hindered at all.”

“So, this is the shared memory of Lin Lang and Senior Sister Jiang?”

She looked around and finally found a young girl practicing swordsmanship in the center of the courtyard.

The girl, about the age of jade, had an exceptionally beautiful and cold face. As the sword shadows danced, there was no trace of the softness typical of a girl practicing swordsmanship; instead, it exuded a sense of killing intent.

‘Is this the former Senior Sister Jiang? It seems Master was right; she was cold even before entering the Valley of Absolute Emotions.’

‘However, her appearance is indeed flawless. No wonder Lin Lang fell for her.’

‘Come to think of it, if he had met such a cold and beautiful senior sister in his youth, he would have been moved.’

Thinking of this, Qin Wanyuan became curious about how such an ice-cold senior sister ended up becoming Dao companions with Lin Que.

Was it during the long years of companionship that Lin Que’s gentleness melted her icy heart, or was it love at first sight?

Qin Wanyuan circled around Jiang Moqing, looking around the courtyard, but did not find any trace of Lin Que.

‘Where did Lin Lang go?’

As she felt puzzled, An Xiaoyao spoke to Jiang Moqing, “Qing’er, take a break for now. Master has something to tell you today.”

Hearing this, Jiang Moqing sheathed her sword, looked at An Xiaoyao, and bowed respectfully.

Although she had a cold personality, it did not mean she was impolite. She had great respect for this master.

Seeing Jiang Moqing sheath her sword and bow, An Xiaoyao turned to look outside the courtyard and called softly:

“Que’er, come in.”

Hearing this, Qin Wanyuan immediately perked up and looked curiously towards the outside of the courtyard.

She was indeed very curious about what Lin Que looked like in his youth.

If she were to infer from his current appearance, he should be a sunny and cheerful boy, perhaps with a bit of mischief.

However,

The person who walked in from outside the door exceeded her expectations.

It was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a patched and somewhat faded luxurious robe. His eyes were cold, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, and there was even a faint killing intent.

In his arms, he held an iron sword that reached almost to his chest.

The iron sword was of good quality, seemingly crafted by a wealthy family. The scabbard had slots for inlaid jewels, but the jewels were long gone.

However, the iron sword was ultimately a mortal weapon, and due to lack of maintenance, it was in a state of disrepair, with some dark bloodstains still visible on it.

It was hard to imagine how many battles this sword had gone through to end up in such a state.

Beside the boy was a girl dressed as a maid, cautiously following behind him, trying to support him but being refused by his gaze.

“Qing’er, this child is named Lin Que. He came from Yangjin City, eighteen thousand miles away, seeking immortality and the Dao. Que’er, this is my eldest disciple, Wang Moqing. She will be your senior sister from now on.”

An Xiaoyao introduced Lin Que and Jiang Moqing to each other and then sighed, “But Que’er is truly remarkable. Eighteen thousand miles, even on horseback, would take nearly a year. Yet he made it here with just a little maid.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Moqing’s originally cold and expressionless face showed a slight change.

Qin Wanyuan was quite surprised.

‘A twelve-year-old mortal child, traveling eighteen thousand miles in search of immortality, with only a maidservant… How much perseverance and ability must that take?’