Why Are All the Fairies Trying To Make Me Fall

Chapter 25

Given that Qin Wanyuan was injured today, Lin Que didn’t do anything to her.

The two lay in bed, embracing each other as they slept.

Before sleeping, Qin Wanyuan called out to the system in her heart, using two shared dream talismans for Lin Que and Jiang Moqing, then closed her eyes, preparing to fall asleep.

‘Finally, I can see the continuation!’

Because she had been eagerly anticipating Lin Que’s youthful past for a long time, Qin Wanyuan was so excited that she couldn’t sleep. Fortunately, she was a cultivator and could regulate her own sleep, otherwise, two talismans would have been wasted.

‘But, there’s still one Dream Sharing Talisman left… how should I use it?’

Qin Wanyuan pondered curiously.

If she used the Dream Sharing Talisman on both Lin Que and another person, she could present their shared memories in the dream. But what would happen if she used it on Lin Que or Jiang Moqing alone?

But this was just a thought, after all, the Dream Sharing Talisman series was too expensive in the mall. The price of two talismans was fifteen thousand, which was equivalent to Lin Que having to conquer half a sister.

So, she had to save where she could.

‘Pfft, why do I always use Qian’er as a unit of measurement? I must not think like this next time…’

Muttering to herself, Qin Wanyuan finally fell asleep.

The dream continued from the previous scene.

The spirited young sword immortal lay on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages.

This was the seventeen-year-old Lin Que.

Even though she had seen this scene in the dream before, Qin Wanyuan’s heart still tightened when she saw it again.

She also wanted to know who had injured him so badly.

Just as Qin Wanyuan was lost in thought, her master An Xiaoyao walked in from outside, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup. She walked silently to the bedside, sat down, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and then brought it to Lin Que’s lips.

Lin Que frowned, moved his hand, wanting to take the spoon himself, but he couldn’t lift his hand at all. In the end, An Xiaoyao had to feed him the medicine herself.

The gentle and elegant master remained silent throughout, her delicate face shrouded in an unshakeable gloom.

The silent atmosphere persisted until the entire bowl of medicinal soup was fed.

“The sect meeting is over, the position of chief will not change within a year, but after a year, if you haven’t recovered…”

An Xiaoyao’s voice was very soft and low, “Originally, the sect should have honored you as a disciple for this act of justice, but the disciples who performed the task with you denied that you saved them and the people of that city. Qing’er’s testimony was also dismissed as biased because you and she are both under my tutelage.”

Listening to An Xiaoyao’s words, Lin Que’s expression remained calm, but as an observer, Qin Wanyuan frowned.

‘What on earth is going on…’

The amount of information in An Xiaoyao’s words was too much for her to process, so she could only wait for the dream to continue.

As the conversation between the two continued, Qin Wanyuan finally understood the full story of Lin Que’s injury.

It turned out that not long ago, Lin Que, as the chief, led a team to carry out a mission to hunt down evil cultivators. The difficulty of the task itself was not high, and the sect sent disciples based on the situation. With Lin Que’s strength as the chief, there should have been no problems.

However,

The disciples who accompanied Lin Que were mostly relatives of elders or members of prominent families. These disciples considered themselves superior and looked down on Lin Que, who was only seventeen and of humble origin.

They thought that this mission was just a way to gild themselves, and Lin Que, the chief of the Sword Sect, was merely acting as a bodyguard.

In fact, this task was not very dangerous, and with Lin Que, the chief, accompanying them, there should have been no problems.

Moreover, many of the disciples were suitors of Jiang Moqing. Knowing that this young chief was living in the same cave as their beloved, they were furious and targeted Lin Que throughout the mission.

As for their occasional sarcastic behavior, Lin Que initially ignored it, but his indifference made the aristocratic children think he was afraid, so they intensified their efforts.

As a result…

Lin Que immediately drew his sword and dealt with the aristocratic children, beating them until they repeatedly begged for mercy.

He was naturally not fond of communication, and after years of cultivation at Drunken Jade Peak, the person he interacted with the most was his senior sister, who was like a sword fanatic.

They always communicated with swords, and Lin Que, not knowing how to adapt, directly applied this method of communication with his senior sister as a universal formula to those aristocratic children.

The aristocratic children were indeed subdued by Lin Que and begged for mercy, but they were not truly convinced. At that time, they probably had already planned to take revenge on Lin Que.

The seeds of conflict were quietly sown, waiting for a fuse to ignite and then completely explode.

And this fuse was the pursuit mission.

During the mission, the aristocratic children disobeyed Lin Que’s orders, even deliberately sabotaging, “accidentally” letting a group of evil cultivators escape, extending the mission’s deadline that should have been completed long ago.

Lin Que did not complain, focusing solely on completing the mission as soon as possible.

To track down the escaped evil cultivators, the group traveled to many places and finally found their traces in a wasteland outside a city.

Not only that, Lin Que also discovered that this place was the stronghold of the evil cultivators, with a high possibility of a Nascent Soul stage expert presiding.

At that time, the highest cultivation level in the team was Lin Que, who was at the peak of the Golden Core stage. He knew the gravity of the situation and had to report to the sect and wait for the elders to come for support.

But those aristocratic children who opposed him thought Lin Que was making a fuss, directly disobeying his command, relying on their protective treasures and secretly following elders from their families, and recklessly ventured into the heartland.

Yes, during that mission, Lin Que was ostensibly in charge, but in reality, several elders from the aristocratic families were secretly following.

The plan was completely disrupted. The evil cultivators, who had originally planned to recuperate and lie low for a while, were alerted, leading to a fierce battle.

The danger of the evil cultivators’ stronghold far exceeded the aristocratic children’s imagination. The protective treasures could not withstand the ferocity of the evil cultivators for long.

Not to mention the treasures, even the elders who were secretly protecting them were forced to reveal themselves.

But even the deaths of those elders could not protect all the aristocratic children. Some who fled a bit slower were directly overwhelmed by the gu insects released by the evil cultivators.

Lin Que had no intention of caring about their lives. He had no desire to save those who sought their own death.

But…

The alerted evil cultivators prematurely activated the refining array hidden in the nearby city. Once the array was completed, the city’s inhabitants would have no chance of survival.

Looking at the blood mist covering the town, Lin Que slowly gripped the sword in his hand.