RHRFS 03

Chapter – 03

Turns Out Senior Sister Is a Good Person

(Part – 02)

From the very beginning, she had never expected He Qiu to understand it, let alone cultivate a Sword Fruit within three months.

It was simply impossible!

After some time passed, when this junior disciple failed in his cultivation, he should fall into despair, self-doubt, and ultimately have his fantasies shattered. He would admit that he was unworthy of the engagement to the Holy Maiden, and withdraw in shame of his own accord.

The plan was perfect.

Thinking of this, An Lingran’s lips curled up slightly. She gave a cold snort and questioned him:

“So, Junior Brother He Qiu, do you have the confidence?”

“Of course! I absolutely have to have it!”

He Qiu nodded in response, wasting no words and offering no excuses. He quickly tucked the cultivation manual away, stood up solemnly, and said: “Since Master and Senior Sister hold me in such high regard and are willing to give me a chance to prove my growth, how could I, He Qiu, lack confidence?”

To think that Senior Sister Lingran had personally come to his door just to deliver a divine cultivation art to him.

This was—

Undoubtedly a protagonist’s golden opportunity!

The fact that Senior Sister was willing to sit down and talk with him surely meant she still didn’t believe the rumors of him being a “backdoor connection” and had chosen to trust him! If he let this opportunity slip by, then he, He Qiu, would truly be a worthless piece of trash, completely letting down Elder Xueyin’s kindness and expectations.

As for the cultivation manual, although An Lingran had called it *”not worth mentioning,”* He Qiu’s eyes could recognize its true value. This was no basic foundational art—this ancient text was definitely something extraordinary!

Senior Sister probably claimed it was an entry-level manual because she was afraid he wouldn’t dare to accept it…

Of course, it was also possible that this manual was truly just low-level foundational training for the Xueyin Sect, and that he, as a novice mortal cultivator who had never seen the world, simply found it remarkable.

Regardless, he had to cultivate this art!

Appreciating Senior Sister’s goodwill, He Qiu’s gaze grew even more determined, as if the carefree dream of becoming a future protagonist like Long Aotian was right within his reach.

On the other side, the confusion in An Lingran’s beautiful eyes deepened, to the point of self-doubt.

This junior disciple…

Was he really *this* excited and earnest?

Staring into the boy’s burning gaze, An Lingran couldn’t shake the illusion that her junior disciple was determined to “marry none but her.”

After all, his eyes were filled with longing for the future, a look of someone eager to prove himself!

Such a passionate, resolute, scholarly youth with clear, innocent eyes… and here she was, as his senior sister, deliberately scheming to set him up.

For a fleeting moment, An Lingran felt a pang of guilt, thinking her inner machinations were far too cruel to her junior disciple.

Ah, forget it. I’ll just have to be the bad senior sister…

An Lingran shook her head.

This young man, whom she had just met, was probably only infatuated with her looks and background, which was why he had rashly boasted in a moment of passion.

After a while, once he faced reality, his three-minute enthusiasm should fade, and he would give up on his own—that would be the best resolution to the engagement between them.

Although An Lingran truly didn’t want to, nor did she wish to, crush the passionate drive of a young junior disciple, she had no choice—after all, as written in the *Fine Snow Sword Art*: For sword cultivators, fate that is destined to be fruitless should be cut off as early as possible.

So, even if it was for the sake of her junior disciple’s bright future, An Lingran had to be ruthless in shattering his blind confidence.

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Holding her breath and focusing her mind, An Lingran opened her eyes and slowly rose:

“Then, Junior Brother He Qiu, be sure to devote yourself to your cultivation. Your senior sister will not disturb you further.”

“Understood. Thank you, Senior Sister.”

He Qiu stood up and bowed his head in thanks.

An Lingran turned and pushed open the door to leave, but when she was less than ten paces away, she vaguely heard the young man’s leisurely murmur from within the pavilion:

— *”I am but a youth; may my radiant years be poured forth wholly.”*

She halted and looked back. There she saw the white-robed youth holding the ancient text in one hand, leaning against the window as he studied it, his side profile strikingly handsome.

*”A youth… radiant years poured forth wholly…?”*

She silently repeated the phrase to herself. An Lingran gave a slight nod and a faint smile, unable to help but feel that those words, paired with her junior disciple’s silhouette, carried a certain scholarly, daoist charm.

It was just—

It was a pity about his crippled spiritual meridians. A pity that the engagement was to the Primordial Holy Maiden.

If…

If his destined love were another woman, surely she would be deeply moved, wouldn’t she?

Dismissing the thought, the silver-haired woman gracefully soared away on her sword.

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After An Lingran left, He Qiu leaned alone against the door and window, eagerly flipping open the ancient text to study it.

Page after page—almost every character was unrecognizable.

As expected, he couldn’t understand a thing.

Flipping through casually, he finally found a few readable phrases and fragments near the end of the book:

*”For sword cultivators, cultivating the heart is primary, cultivating the sword is secondary; the Sword Heart is the fruit, and the Sword Intent is the end…”*

*”Thus, fate that is destined to be fruitless should be cut off as early as possible…”*

He turned to the last page: *”If the red thread cannot be severed, then look back—what harm is there in cutting down all worldly obstacles?”*

Hmm. Fine words. Fine sentiment.

Truly a top-tier cultivation art—no, this should be a sword manual.

“Either way, I’ll memorize it first. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll have a chance to show off these verses in front of others…”

Studying the sword manual his senior sister had given him, He Qiu was in a good mood today.