RHRFS 03

Chapter – 03

Senior Sister Turns Out to Be a Good Person.

(Part – 01)

An Lingran was a woman of simple temperament—she had been since childhood, and remained so to this day.

Therefore, once she confirmed that He Qiu possessed little to no cultivation talent, she decided to stop beating around the bush. It was better to lay the matter out plainly on the table—

“Surely you realize that, with your current talent and strength, you are utterly unworthy of our Xueyin lineage.”

“Junior Brother, I hope you will conduct yourself wisely and recognize your place.”

Out of respect for her father, An Lingran felt that by not specifically mentioning the “engagement” or “herself,” she had already phrased things gently, preserving some dignity and face for her junior brother as a man.

If this junior brother had any self-awareness at all, he should know that he was not qualified to become the cultivation partner of the Primordial Saintess.

Even if An Lingran appreciated her junior brother’s refined and scholarly temperament, the gap between them—one an immortal, the other a mortal—was simply too vast, as different as heaven and earth. Forcing a union would only end in tragedy, with joy turning to sorrow.

Therefore, An Lingran had to speak harshly today. She might incur her junior brother’s resentment, but only such harshness could effectively dissuade him, and the outcome would ultimately be better for both parties.

Yes, hate me, despise me just like that…

Watching her junior brother’s brows furrow tighter and tighter, An Lingran nodded slightly, anticipating that he would come to dislike her for this.

But what she never expected was—

“Yes, Senior Sister speaks the truth.”

He Qiu lowered his head in guilt, his five fingers clenching into a fist, showing not the slightest trace of resentment toward his sharp-tongued senior sister.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:

*So, the rumors of me being a “backdoor connection” these past few days have indeed affected the reputation of the Saintess Xueyin lineage.*

*Yet, even so, Senior Sister Lingran, disregarding what others might say, took the initiative to come to my door and speak with me face to face. Doesn’t that also prove that she hasn’t completely given up on me?*

*If she truly despised me, she would have kept her distance and ignored me as her junior brother, not come seeking conversation.*

Thus, He Qiu concluded:

Though Senior Sister appears aloof and otherworldly, her heart is not as cold as the rumors suggest. It’s just that her way of showing warmth is different—she uses teasing and sarcasm to spur me on.

As for her words like “conduct yourself wisely” and “recognize your place,” they are probably meant to urge me to cultivate diligently, so that I don’t truly tarnish the reputation of the Xueyin lineage…

“Junior Brother will dedicate himself to cultivation from now on, striving not to bring shame to Senior Sister and Master, and to prove myself worthy of the Xueyin lineage!”

Determined not to let down his senior sister’s good intentions, He Qiu earnestly clasped his fists in a vow, his every word and expression reminiscent of a spirited youth swearing to get into Tsinghua University.

An Lingran’s beautiful eyes widened slightly, her heart stirred by her junior brother’s resolve.

*He…*

*He didn’t lose heart?*

*Instead, he made such a firm promise to devote himself to cultivation in the future.*

*Does this junior brother value that engagement so much? Does he so desperately want to marry me?*

*He’s still young and reckless, overly optimistic about the future…*

—

*Ads by Pubfuture*

*It seems my admonishment wasn’t enough—I need to deal him a real blow.*

With that in mind, An Lingran changed tack, casually pulling an old, worn cultivation manual from her sleeve and placing it gently on the table, sliding it toward He Qiu.

He Qiu blinked, carefully picking up the manual and examining it closely.

A moment later, the young man’s dark pupils widened slightly, and even his hands began to tremble, nearly dropping the book.

*This!*

Though he couldn’t understand a single character written on it, He Qiu’s keen “sixth sense” told him that this thing was definitely ancient, and of extremely high quality! It was likely a priceless treasure beyond value!

*Could this be the legendary “start-with-a-godly-manual-and-VIP-10” moment?*

*No way, no way…*

*On our very first meeting, Senior Sister gives me such a precious gift?*

*Isn’t this a bit too kind? Does she have some ulterior motive? Or is she genuinely just trying, as my senior sister, to help me progress in cultivation?*

Gently stroking the cover of the ancient text, He Qiu suppressed the myriad thoughts swirling in his mind and calmly swallowed:

“Senior Sister, this is…”

“This is an ordinary introductory cultivation manual, a compulsory course for all disciples initiated into the Xueyin lineage.”

“Did you say… ordinary?”

He Qiu was dumbfounded. This thing was considered ordinary!?

*Could it be that the Xueyin lineage has such profound foundations that this kind of manual isn’t even worth mentioning?*

“Mm, very ordinary.”

On the other side, An Lingran shamelessly continued her fabrication: “This manual is a required text for every generation of Xueyin disciples. Usually, one month is enough to learn it—truly introductory, truly basic…”

“He Qiu, Junior Brother, Master sees that while your natural talent isn’t particularly outstanding, your attitude is earnest and diligent. So, he specially instructed that I extend your time limit to three months for comprehension.”

Under He Qiu’s suspicious gaze, An Lingran’s fair hands grew clammy with nervous sweat. She had never been good at lying since she was young.

But this time, for the sake of her future, to dissuade her blindly optimistic junior brother, and to ensure that neither of them ended up on a tragic path…

She made an exception and lied.

This manual, named *”Fine Snow Sword Art,”* was a rare and extraordinary technique treasured by the Xueyin Elders. It was by no means the kind of beginner manual a new disciple could master in a month!

Even she, the Primordial Saintess, An Lingran of the Dual-Born Spirit Meridians, had taken a full *seven years* of dedicated study to finally comprehend it!

One could say this *Fine Snow Sword Art* had accompanied An Lingran throughout her entire childhood. At the age of seven, her master, An Daosheng, had demanded she comprehend it. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she could never grasp this manual, which eventually evolved into an inescapable childhood nightmare for her.

*How annoying—I just can’t learn it!*

So, bringing out this secret manual, the *Fine Snow Sword Art*, today, An Lingran had made up her mind.