Chapter 149.1 : Disrespecting One’s Elders! (Part 1)
Ying Qingjue replied calmly upon hearing this:
"Yes, but that was in the past. Now I'm only at the Eighth Heaven Realm—actually, I'm not even as strong as Dantai Jinglian."
At the mention of this, Ying Qingjue grew irritated.
Although she had reconstructed her body and spent time recovering some of her former methods, she still couldn't defeat Dantai Jinglian!
Even when Dantai Jinglian deliberately suppressed her cultivation to the same realm, Ying Qingjue still fell short. This made her—already quite displeased with Dantai Jinglian—especially furious.
Trading barbs in the group chat was one thing. Dantai Jinglian really was silver-tongued; at times, that mouth of hers could make one grind their teeth in anger.
But not being able to win in a fight—that truly enraged Ying Qingjue.
This was also why she now cared so deeply about the highest-tier reward.
'It's about time I went to cultivate the Dragon-Imperial Twin-Soul Heaven-Fusion Scripture with Xiao Ge.'
Ying Qingjue thought to herself.
That little colt Chu Ge had already reached late Fourth Heaven Realm. In their dual cultivation, he could at least barely pull her "great carriage" now.
Yuan Jue had no idea why Ying Qingjue alternated between displeasure and smiling so suddenly, nor did she dare to ask.
At this moment, she was chatting in the group with several other juniors.
Without realizing it, the self-diminishment and unease she felt around Ying Qingjue faded by more than half.
Of course, she still maintained deep respect for Ying Qingjue—after all, the difference in strength was there, and such an attitude was only proper.
As if thinking of something, Yuan Jue looked toward Ying Qingjue and asked,
"Elder Sister Ying, this Sister Lingyuan… what does the number after her name mean?"
She had been curious about it from the start.
But having just joined the group chat, she had felt embarrassed to ask, so she decided to inquire of Ying Qingjue instead.
"Heh heh…"
A strange smile appeared on Ying Qingjue's face. She then leaned close to Yuan Jue's ear and whispered softly.
In the next instant, Yuan Jue's cold and beautiful face flushed crimson.
"Th-this… this…"
Yuan Jue turned bright red, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Heh, what's there to be shy about? Now that you're Xiao Ge's maid, won't you be going over later to attend to him?"
"Besides, hadn't you already prepared yourself? If I hadn't stopped you, you'd be warming his bed right now, waiting for his favor."
Ying Qingjue spoke of these things that would make most women shy with absolute calm.
She was of the dragon race—such matters did not embarrass her.
Or perhaps it could be said that, aside from Chu Ge, there was likely nothing under heaven that could stir even the slightest hint of bashfulness in her heart.
"B-but… still…" Yuan Jue stammered, twisting the hem of her robe in her hands.
Though she appeared cold and alluring, and her methods were ruthless, when it came to such topics, she truly couldn't help the rush of embarrassment flooding her heart.
Especially now that Ying Qingjue had bluntly exposed her inner thoughts—she was so ashamed she hardly dared to face anyone.
She was, after all, still a proper maiden.
Though she had wandered alone for years and seen plenty of darkness, she had learned disguise techniques and protected herself well.
Any rare individuals who harbored improper intentions toward her had all been mercilessly beheaded.
"All right, stop acting so coy. If not for me… today wouldn't even be your turn."
Seeing Yuan Jue's bashful, hesitant manner, Ying Qingjue immediately felt irritation rise within her.