No Seducing the Hehuan Sect's Female Disciples

Yu Qingyue is transmigrated into the body of a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect and forced to dual cultivate with the hidden master of a haunted realm.

On a dark, windy night, a man leans against a tree, holding a sword. He lifts his thin eyelids, revealing pitch-black eyes filled with murderous intent, and startles the carrion crows perched above.

Yu Qingyue takes back her little goal: I'm out of here!

For some reason, he stares straight at her for a long time.

He walks toward her. Yu Qingyue jumps and is about to run for her life, but she's immobilized.

As expected, great villains are fickle. Little Yu closes her eyes in despair, waiting to die.

A soft rustle sounds by her ear, as if something has fallen to the ground. She secretly opens one eye and sees Ning Siqing calmly removing his clothes. His movements are elegant, and the contrast between his beautiful, cool face and his uninhibited behavior is startling.

Little Yu is shocked. “Y-you! What are you doing?”

Ning Siqing looks puzzled. “Hm? Aren't we doing it?”

His expression is languid, his collar left open and his loose outer robe half-slipping off his shoulder, his skin glimmering under the moonlight.

Yu Qingyue: “...D-doing what?” Doing something reckless?

Ning Siqing kindly offers, “Should I be gentle? Or you can be gentle, too.”

That's blatant teasing!

Yu Qingyue is often teased for being from the Hehuan Sect, and rarely gets the chance to act high-minded. She immediately takes advantage of the situation.

Yu Qingyue: “Please behave yourself! I'm a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect with principles!”

Ning Siqing doesn't care.

He hooks a finger through the ends of Yu Qingyue's hair. Her black strands wind suggestively around his pale fingertips, slow and unhurried. By contrast, the “Yu Qingyue Death Countdown” above her head is down to half an incense stick.

Ning Siqing curls his lips. “But I bet you won't be gentle in a little while.”

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