RHRFS 06

Chapter – 06

You, How Dare You Look Down on Me!

“Hey hey, little junior apprentice-brother, don’t you really want to spend some time alone with your senior apprentice-sister and discuss… the true essence of sword techniques?”

Breathing softly by his ear, Luo Qianning’s beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons—naturally alluring yet dangerously charming, the kind of temptation that could be a straight man’s ultimate weakness.

However, He Qiu was completely immune to this tactic—

“No, there’s really no need.”

He even wanted to shake off Luo Qianning’s arm, which was still clinging to his.

*True experts are all unfathomable and low-key… This silly girl, bragging about being some great master when she clearly doesn’t know what she’s talking about—she’s obviously a poser!*

*If I learn swordsmanship from her, I’ll definitely end up learning it all wrong!*

*Woman, stop interfering with my sword practice!*

With a face full of resistance and disdain, He Qiu tried to shake off this clingy senior apprentice-sister, only to find that her grip was too strong for him to break free.

“Hmph!”

Luo Qianning let out an angry, humiliated grunt and stomped her foot in frustration. She had clearly seen it in He Qiu’s eyes just now—disdain, blatant disdain!

She, Luo Qianning—the famously popular junior apprentice-sister of the sect, beautiful in every way, equally charming as a loli or a seductress, talented in both cultivation and natural gifts—had gone out of her way to act cute and invite him, and instead got rejected by a rookie junior apprentice-brother?

This made no sense at all.

“You—you’re not allowed to leave! You better explain yourself!”

Luo Qianning clung tightly to He Qiu’s arm.

He Qiu looked pained, trapped by a woman’s unreasonable persistence. “What is there for me to explain…?”

“Say it! Why did you reject me!”

Luo Qianning puffed out her cheeks and asked even more angrily: “No wait—why do you even have the right to reject me? Are you even that good? What gives you the right to look down on a senior apprentice-sister’s kind invitation? Tell me!”

“I never said I was looking down on you. I just like cultivating alone—is that not allowed?”

“No! Isn’t your Qianning senior-apprentice-sister pretty? Why do you have to cultivate all alone? Or do you like men instead? A pretty senior-apprentice-sister offers to train with you and you still look unhappy—you, you, you—how dare you! Wahhh—you’re so infuriating, you brat! Why are you so annoying?! Can’t you, as a guy, just swallow your pride and indulge a girl who wants to be a little willful?!”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Luo Qianning worked herself up so much she actually got upset. She was frantic—she was furious—she clenched her little fists and pounded them against He Qiu’s chest, though she wasn’t actually using any real strength, so it didn’t hurt at all.

*Some random woman has latched onto me…*

*So annoying. So noisy…*

He Qiu’s brow twitched slightly, still wearing that look of exasperation, as if dealing with the neighbor’s clueless little sister. Any last shred of respect he had for his senior apprentice-sister had completely vanished.

That expression. Those eyes.

Luo Qianning saw it all, and it burned her up inside—made her liver ache with anger.

It wasn’t very damaging, but the insult was enormous!

Luo Qianning, who had always been popular in the sect and spoiled by her fellow disciples, had never been treated with such cold indifference before!

“Ugh! You brat! You’re going to regret this someday!”

After struggling for a long while, Luo Qianning finally let go of He Qiu. Then, after another round of angry huffing, she turned to leave.

But halfway there, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back and stared at He Qiu with resentful eyes:

“He Qiu-shidi, you wouldn’t happen to like someone like Ling Ran-shijie, that big-breasted icy beauty, would you? That’s why you have no interest in me, right? That’s definitely it! I even sensed a cold aura on you just now—the same kind as Ling Ran-shijie’s!”

“I don’t, Qianning-shijie. Don’t make things up.”

He Qiu denied it helplessly.

But clearly, Luo Qianning—who was still in a huff—wouldn’t listen. She continued following her own assumptions and warned him:

“Hmph! Don’t say I didn’t warn you—that cold woman Ling Ran-shijie is incredibly boring. If you follow her to learn swordsmanship…

“You—you’ll definitely end up alone forever, turning into some emotionless straight man that no one likes!”

“Uh, well, thanks for the warning, senior-apprentice-sister.”

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, He Qiu nevertheless bid her a polite farewell.

On the other side, seeing that even after saying all that, this junior apprentice-brother’s attitude remained so cool and courteous, Luo Qianning gritted her teeth, feeling deeply unsettled:

That kind of aloofness—keeping people at arm’s length yet never losing propriety—was so much like that cold, indifferent Primordial Saintess.

Except, compared to An Lingran, Luo Qianning felt He Qiu had a bit more of a scholarly, mortal touch to him. He was more approachable than An Lingran, with a gentler, calmer disposition. Overall, while she didn’t exactly like him, she also didn’t hate him as much as that iceberg Saintess.

He Qiu wasn’t unlikeable—he was mainly just infuriating! That cold, ascetic, almost monastic personality was nothing like a normal teenage boy! Luo Qianning felt that her feminine charm had been utterly defeated—completely and thoroughly.

On this point, Luo Qianning’s view of He Qiu was fundamentally different from An Lingran’s.

“Hmph, bookworm!”

“Go ahead and practice on your own, then!”

With another resentful cold snort, the girl walked away without looking back. This time, she was so mad she was going to go down the mountain and buy ten sticks of candied hawthorn—no, ten sugar figurines—just to cool down!

How ungrateful.

She had put so much effort into acting cute and coaxing him, and that junior apprentice-brother hadn’t shown the slightest flicker of interest… He had to be either asexual, into busty mature women, or just a plain closeted gay!

Everyone said cuteness was justice and would get you anywhere in the world—but that logic didn’t seem to work on He Qiu?

“Wuwu…”

Gazing into her jade mirror, the cherry-white-skinned girl pinched her own soft, tender cheeks, feeling utterly baffled.

To be fair, when it came to natural cuteness, even the Saintess An Lingran couldn’t compare to Luo Qianning. Countless newly initiated disciples in the sect regarded Luo Qianning as their dream “first love”—and her admirers among her peers were no fewer than that Saintess’s.

Although Luo Qianning didn’t have the cold, ethereal aura of a Saintess, her lively, approachable personality had actually become one of her greatest strengths.

Countless disciples felt that admiring the Saintess was too distant and unrealistic. So instead, they shifted their affections to Luo Qianning, a girl their own age—which felt more real, more attainable.

At the very least, they could actually walk up and say hello without being frozen into silence by the Saintess’s icy demeanor.

So, logically speaking, a young, impressionable boy like He Qiu-shidi shouldn’t possibly remain unmoved by such a cute senior-apprentice-sister like Luo Qianning!

Tell me—it just doesn’t make sense.

Finally, a new rookie junior apprentice-brother had arrived, and Luo Qianning thought she could finally shed her status as the sect’s “little junior apprentice-sister” and experience what it felt like to be respected as a senior for once…

But she never expected that at their very first meeting, she’d be met with contempt from her junior.

That made it even more infuriating!

“Just a newly initiated junior apprentice-brother—and I was kindly offering to teach him swordsmanship, yet he dares to look down on me and refuse… Fine. Just you wait. Next time, I’ll make him fall at my feet, begging ‘Senior-apprentice-sister this, senior-apprentice-sister that’ and pleading for my attention!”

“He Qiu-shidi, just you wait and see!”