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Su Qingyan took a deep breath.
“I’ll have that machine assembled before the Ascension Assembly.”
Bai Yue nodded in satisfaction.
Dealing with a tech enthusiast like this, all you had to do was present a sufficiently groundbreaking theory, and they’d turn into the most motivated worker all on their own.
She turned around, clasped her hands behind her back, and prepared to maintain her air of inscrutable mystery as she walked back to her own room.
However, just as she stepped across the threshold into the side chamber—
[Ding!]
A crisp electronic chime rang out in Bai Yue’s mind, followed by an azure translucent panel that only she could see, popping up with a swish and practically slapping her in the face.
[Judgment Successful!]
[Congratulations, host!
Achieved hidden achievement!]
[Achievement Reward: Heaven-Tier Lower-Grade cultivation art fragment
[The Book of Forgetting All Emotions] · Final Chapter deposited into system inventory!]
Bai Yue stumbled, nearly planting her face into the ground.
What the hell did it mean by “Three’s Company”?!
Could this damn system’s judgment mechanism be just a tiny bit more serious?!
And who exactly was that glaring question mark plus exclamation point mocking?!
Bai Yue mentally flipped off the system a thousand times, taking several deep breaths before she could suppress the urge to drag the system out and beat it to a pulp.
“Forget it.
No use arguing with an artificial idiot.”
She straightened up and shifted her attention to the scroll in her system inventory, which was glowing with a dull gold light.
[Detected that the cultivation art [The Book of Forgetting All Emotions] has been fully collected.
Consume 300 points for direct system infusion?
Or extract and study at the host’s own pace?]
Bai Yue stared at the two options, her brow furrowing slightly.
A Heaven-Tier Lower-Grade cultivation art—even in the outside cultivation world, that would be considered a top-tier treasure.
For a manual like this, those so-called righteous sects wouldn’t hesitate to wipe out entire families.
But the name of this art… “The Book of Forgetting All Emotions.”
Bai Yue rolled the five characters around in her mouth, her eyes flickering.
Cultivation arts in this world were notoriously tricky.
What if she saved the points, took the manual out, and studied it on her own, only to end up cultivating the emotionless path and actually becoming completely detached?
If she lost all her emotions, what would be the point of being transmigrated here?
“System, consume points and infuse directly.”
Bai Yue made her choice without hesitation.
Points were meant to be spent.
And even if she used them all up, wasn’t there still Xiao Yueluo—a walking “ATM”?
[Ding! 300 Fate Points consumed.
Beginning infusion of [The Book of Forgetting All Emotions]—]
A massive influx of information poured into Bai Yue’s mind.
Her meridians seemed to be forcibly widened by some supreme law, and her spiritual energy began to circulate automatically along a near-perfect, bizarre pathway.
In just a few seconds, the infusion was complete.
Bai Yue let out a breath of turbid air, feeling the explosive purity of the spiritual energy within her.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Then she opened the system panel and casually glanced at the item list.
[Item: Original-Flavor Lace-Cutout Black Thigh-High Stockings (Xiao Yueluo’s personal belonging)]
[Value: 30 Fate Points (Available for immediate conversion)]
Bai Yue’s smile froze at the sight of that icon, followed by an indescribable pang of guilt.
Not long ago, the system shop had suddenly rolled out an outrageously heaven-defying “limited-time function test.”
At the time, Bai Yue had been sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Xiao Yueluo nervously preparing to soak her feet by the wooden tub.
Bai Yue swore to herself—she was absolutely not some kind of pervert.
She was a modern transmigrator with noble morals, someone who had risen above petty interests.
But… that was free Fate Points!
In this perilous cultivation world, Fate Points meant survival.
“Just take one, as a test, to see if the system really gives it.”
Bai Yue had comforted herself at the time.
And so, a new item worth 30 points had appeared in her system inventory.
“Alas, I have fallen.”
End of recollection.
Bai Yue closed the system panel and rubbed her brow.
If word ever got out that she was trading a young girl’s socks for points, how could she ever show her face again?
She had to act as if nothing had ever happened.
***
Meanwhile, back in the main room, Xiao Yueluo was sorting through her clothes.
“Huh?”
Her hand paused as she rummaged through the pile.
She shook out the black dress.
“Where are those strange socks?”
She clearly remembered wearing those lace-cutout black thigh-highs when she’d gone over.
Now, only the clothes remained.
She looked up at Su Qingyan, who was seated at the table, a carving knife in hand, muttering calculations over the high-pressure crossbow blueprint.
“Um…
Qingyan…”
Xiao Yueluo spoke up hesitantly, her voice tinged with awkwardness.
“Earlier… when I was bathing, did you happen to see my socks?”
She bit her lip, twisting her hands together.
“You know, the black ones with the lace trim?”
“No.
I remember when I came in, your legs were bare, and there weren’t any socks around.”
Xiao Yueluo froze.
She distinctly recalled leaving the socks on the edge of the bed.
If Qingyan hadn’t seen them when she came in, that left only one possibility—Bai Yue.
Her breath caught, and an uncontrollable image sprang to mind.
While she had been writhing in agony, her eyes rolling back, Bai Yue had snatched up her discarded, still-warm stockings, brought them to her nose, and inhaled deeply, a look of pure bliss on her face.
Xiao Yueluo shook her head violently, trying to banish that horrible, perverted image from her mind.
Her face burned red.
“P-Pervert!”
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
She actually had that kind of fetish!
No wonder!
No wonder she always stared at my legs with that cold, intense gaze! —Saying she was afraid my feet would stink, yet secretly stealing my socks.
She wanted to storm over and confront her, but the lessons from before were still fresh in her mind.
Every time she had been suspicious, it had ended with a resounding slap of humiliation landing squarely on her own face.
If she stormed over to accuse her now, and it turned out the socks had just fallen under the inn bed, or been blown into a corner by the wind…
“No, I can’t confront her directly.”
Xiao Yueluo took a deep breath, forcing down her racing heart.
“I need to check it out.
Ask around indirectly.
Yes, indirectly!”
Having made up her mind, Xiao Yueluo turned and crept quietly out of the room.
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