Chapter 8: Luo Bingli and Bai Rusui’s Conversation

Perhaps it was at this point that Bai Rusui felt she was sounding a bit twisted. She cleared her throat lightly, ‘Cough, cough, anyway, my yin has merged with yours, sister. As the saying goes, ‘Marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog.’ Moreover, sister, you’ve transcended a realm, defeating me fairly and squarely. Submitting to the strong is the fate of the weak, and I’m willing to serve you for the rest of my life.’

Bai Rusui’s head rested happily on Luo Bingli’s shoulder. Luo Bingli could feel her arm being held tighter by Bai Rusui.

Luo Bingli didn’t immediately push her away. Instead, she recalled the battle from two months ago. Bai Rusui was indeed a prodigy who had condensed a twelve-petaled lotus. The only difference was that Bai Rusui hadn’t undergone a qualitative change from quantitative change, failing to birth spiritual energy. Even without spiritual energy, Bai Rusui was an insurmountable gap for Luo Bingli at that time. To defeat her, Luo Bingli had practiced forbidden arts, consumed her master’s treasured elixirs, and relied on array advantages to barely emerge victorious, using her as a cauldron to break through to the core. A slight misstep, and Luo Bingli might have been the one used as a cauldron.

Seeing Bai Rusui’s genuine expression, Luo Bingli even wondered if the magic art that gradually alters one’s thoughts was that powerful. But for now, she needed to understand more about Ye Xiaozi. Luo Bingli took a deep breath and asked Bai Rusui, ‘By the way, do you know someone named Ye Xiaozi?’

Bai Rusui’s face showed confusion as she tilted her head, seemingly trying to recall. ‘Who is that?’ she asked, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

‘Mm,’ Luo Bingli stared intensely at Bai Rusui’s eyes, seeing only confusion and worry, like a newlywed wife suspected of infidelity by her husband.

‘You really don’t know?’

‘Bai Rusui’s voice turned plaintive, ‘I really don’t know, sister! My only goal has always been you. Please don’t doubt me just because of my appearance and demeanor. Whether in the past or now, my heart belongs only to you.’

Bai Rusui carefully took Luo Bingli’s right hand and placed it on her chest. Her voice turned sultry as she cooed, ‘If you don’t believe me, feel my heart. Listen to whether I’m telling the truth!’

Soft, very soft, truly soft. The supple, elastic sensation made Luo Bingli reluctant to move her hand, wanting to possess this softness forever.

‘Gulp,’ Luo Bingli remembered the girl’s playful teases before her seclusion. Her heart raced, yearning to pin Bai Rusui down again and thoroughly discipline this enchantress.

Swallowing hard, Luo Bingli restrained her urge, removing her hand from Bai Rusui’s chest. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her expression turned serious. For some reason, she felt a sense of unease.

‘It’s okay, I believe you’re not that kind of woman. But this matter is very important to me. She’s a new disciple, and you must have seen her being bullied, giving her something. Try to remember if you have any impressions?’

‘Uh… well…’ Bai Rusui hesitated.

‘Rusui, please, tell me! I must find her within three days, or… I might be in danger!’

‘Danger?’ Bai Rusui’s brow furrowed, and after careful thought, she sighed, ‘I’m sorry… Sister, you’re mistaken. I… I don’t want to tell you because… because…’

‘Because what?’

‘Because… there are too many!’

‘Ha!’

The Hundred Flowers Sect recruits new disciples every three years, usually a few tens of thousands. Naturally, these disciples start as servant disciples, essentially attendants and laborers.

After three years, some exceptional disciples advance to outer sect disciples, while the rest, unless expelled, continue as servant disciples, awaiting the next evaluation.

This system ensures a constant influx of new disciples. Luo Bingli’s heart raced, her voice trembling, ‘H-how many?’

‘About a hundred disciples… maybe more.’

‘What? You’ve got more things than you know what to do with, right? How could you give away so many things?’

‘It’s… it’s for my reputation! I look like a witch, a seductive enchantress. If I don’t improve my image, how will I ever recover?’ Tears glistened in Bai Rusui’s eyes.

‘It’s okay, it’s my fault. You were doing it for your reputation.’ Luo Bingli sighed, knowing Bai Rusui, as the daughter of the sect leader, acted with impunity in the Hundred Flowers Sect, captivating many young hearts with her innate allure.

‘Sister, don’t lose hope. Although I don’t know Ye Xiaozi, you can visit the servant disciples’ area. It lists every servant disciple’s name.’

‘Oh! Of course!’ Luo Bingli brightened, having skipped the servant disciple process, directly becoming a core disciple under her master’s tutelage.

With a lead, Luo Bingli kissed Bai Rusui’s forehead, ‘Stay here, Rusui. I’ll check the servant disciples’ area.’ She rushed out eagerly.

Watching Luo Bingli leave, Bai Rusui let out a soft breath, relieved that she had lied before. As the sect leader’s daughter, she needed to improve her image? Her motive was simple—she enjoyed the thrill of giving ordinary disciples treasures they weren’t meant to have. Seeing a common girl suddenly possess wealth beyond her station was entertaining. Bai Rusui had hidden these pastimes since pledging herself to Luo Bingli. Still, she wasn’t entirely lying; she genuinely enjoyed Luo Bingli’s dominance, finding it dreamlike!