The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the Tengbang Sect’s training grounds, its light filtering through the tall trees that surrounded the courtyard.

Chi Chi sat cross-legged on a wooden bench, munching on a candied hawthorn skewer as she watched the other disciples train.

Her wooden practice sword lay beside her, untouched for the moment.

She wasn’t in the mood for practice today—not when there were so many interesting things to observe.

The breeze carried the scent of freshly baked bread from the nearby market stall, and her stomach grumbled in protest of its emptiness.

Yue Xue approached, arms crossed, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she caught sight of Chi Chi lounging. Her lips curled into a faint smirk.

“Skipping training again, I see. What’s your excuse today? Bad sleep? Too much candy?”

Chi Chi grinned, offering the skewer to her friend with a flourish. “Want some? Fresh from the market. I thought of you when I saw them.”

Yue Xue rolled her eyes but took the skewer anyway, biting into the sweet, tart fruit.

“You’re going to rot your teeth if you keep eating like this,” she said, though her tone lacked any real harshness.

Chi Chi waved a hand dismissively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Life’s too short to worry about teeth. Plus, everyone loves me for my sweets. Even the bullies.”

She leaned back on the bench, stretching lazily, her arms overhead as if she were a kitten soaking up the sun’s warmth.

Yue Xue raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve become a legend, haven’t you? But I’ll remind you—bullies don’t respect you because of your candy. It’s more likely because they know better than to cross a kitten that can bite.”

Chi Chi’s eyes widened in mock offense, clutching her chest as if wounded.

“How dare you accuse me of being like a kitten?” She smirked and batted her lashes.

“I’m much more charming than a kitten. I’m like... a cat that brings joy and cuddles but also doesn’t mind a good nap in the sun.”

Yue Xue snorted, though she couldn't help but crack a smile.

“You’re impossible. Seriously, though, you might want to start acting a little less like a spoiled kitten and more like the disciple you’re supposed to be. You know, the one with actual training and discipline.”

Chi Chi stretched, lazily rolling her shoulders as she regarded the disciples training in the distance, their disciplined movements contrasting her current state of relaxation.

“Well, I was going to practice today, but it’s such a nice day out. Besides, I’m pretty sure that guy over there is doing it all wrong.”

She pointed casually to a disciple flailing wildly with a sword. “I could fix that in five minutes... or I could just sit here and watch.”

Yue Xue followed her gaze, lips curling in amusement. “You’re a lost cause, you know that?”

“I prefer ‘special.’” Chi Chi grinned, lifting the skewer to her mouth with exaggerated elegance.

“Besides, there’s no point in trying too hard. I'm just a salted fish, remember? It’s my lifestyle.”

She emphasized the word with dramatic flair, settling deeper into the bench as if she were actually the laziest creature on the planet.

Yue Xue raised an eyebrow. “A salted fish?”

Chi Chi nodded solemnly, eyes wide with faux seriousness.

“Yes. A salted fish. You know, the kind that lounges around, basking in the sun, not doing much of anything except existing and being adored. It’s a very high-level concept that only the truly enlightened understand.”

Yue Xue gave her a deadpan stare. “You’ve officially gone mad.”

“I’m just living my best life,” Chi Chi said, practically purring as she swirled a lock of hair around her finger.

“I’ll tell you, the more you embrace the salted fish lifestyle, the happier you’ll be. Have you seen those lazy kittens that curl up in the sun all day? They live the dream. And their owners feed them treats. I’m practically one of them.”

Yue Xue, still chewing on the candied hawthorn, shook her head with an amused sigh. “You’ve really taken this ‘lazy’ thing to the extreme.”

Chi Chi’s grin softened as she glanced at her friend.

“It’s not laziness, it’s strategy. Why bother exhausting yourself if you can just charm your way through life, hmm? You should try it sometime, Yue Xue. You’re always so serious. You could be a kitten, too.”

Yue Xue looked at her, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

“I’ll pass on the kitten life. But, speaking of actual matters, the inner sect exam is today. Are you sure you don’t want to participate?”

Chi Chi shrugged, her tone light.

“What’s the point? I can’t use internal energy anyway. Besides, I’m perfectly happy being a salted fish.” She smiled lazily, adding,

“I’m already a member of a wealthy family, so I don’t need to climb any more ladders. Let someone else take the spotlight for once.”

Yue Xue gave her a look. “You don’t even care about joining the inner sect? You’re really content with being a lazy salted fish?”

Chi Chi leaned back against the bench, letting out a long sigh, her gaze drifting to the horizon.

“It’s not about that. It’s just... well, if I enter, people will expect things from me. Lots of things. And I don’t think I want that that.” She gave a small shrug, then smiled.

“Besides, I have you to keep me company in the outer sect. What more could I need?”

Yue Xue’s expression softened, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress her smile. “You’re impossible. But, fine. I won’t drag you into the exams if you don’t want to.”

Chi Chi laughed, but her thoughts drifted to Jiang Han.

He would be arriving soon to take the entrance exams, and the thought filled her with a mix of excitement and determination.

She had spent the past year quietly preparing to help him, knowing what lay ahead. She was determined to change his fate, even if she had to die for him.

Though she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

After all, she wanted to accompany him.

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The morning sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the gates of the Tengbang Sect.

The stone walls that lined the entrance seemed to stretch endlessly, an imposing reminder of the strength and prestige the sect held.

Chi Chi stood eagerly at the gates, a basket of freshly baked pastries in her arms, her eyes scanning the horizon with anticipation.

Beside her, Yue Xue stood with her usual calm demeanor, though Chi Chi could see the excitement flickering in her eyes as well.

After what seemed like an eternity, a figure finally appeared on the horizon—tall and composed, walking with purpose toward the gates.

Chi Chi’s face lit up, and before Yue Xue could say anything, she darted forward, her laughter ringing out.

“Jiang Han!” she called, barely able to contain her excitement.

He turned at the sound of her voice, and as his gaze locked with hers, a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Chi Chi,” he said, his voice warm but carrying a hint of amusement. “You’ve gotten faster.”

Chi Chi beamed up at him, her energy radiating. “And you’ve gotten taller! Or maybe I’ve just forgotten how tall you are.”

Yue Xue, with her usual deadpan expression, approached at a slower pace, her arms crossed. “Took you long enough to get here, Jiang Han.”

He offered her a small nod and a smile. “Yue Xue. Still as sharp as ever, I see.”

“And you’re still as stoic as ever,” she teased back, though there was no malice in her words.

Chi Chi, ever the social butterfly, immediately grabbed Jiang Han’s hand and pulled him toward the sect, excited to show him around. “Come on! I’ll show you everything! You’re going to love it here!”

As they walked through the gates, Chi Chi chattered excitedly, describing the various parts of the sect, pointing out the most scenic spots, and introducing him to a few of the disciples she knew.

As she spoke, she handed out pastries to those they passed, earning a few cheerful thank-yous from the other disciples.

Jiang Han glanced around, his calm demeanor not changing, but a small smile tugged at his lips as he observed Chi Chi’s enthusiasm. He followed her as she eagerly led him around, her voice never pausing, like a ball of energy that couldn’t be contained

As Chi Chi led Jiang Han through the bustling sect grounds, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.

The Teng Bang Sect was her home, and she loved every corner of it—from the grand training halls to the quiet, hidden spots where she often retreated to relax.

Today, she had a special place in mind to show him.

“This way!” she said, tugging on Jiang Han’s hand as she veered off the main path. Yue Xue followed at a leisurely pace, her expression one of mild amusement.

They passed through a narrow archway draped with flowering vines, the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle filling the air.

Beyond it lay a hidden garden, a serene oasis tucked away from the noise and activity of the sect.

The garden was a riot of color, with blooming flowers of every shade imaginable—vivid red peonies, delicate pink cherry blossoms, and golden sunflowers that seemed to glow in the sunlight.

A small stream wound its way through the garden, its gentle babbling adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

Chi Chi spread her arms wide, grinning. “Welcome to my favorite place in the whole sect!”

Jiang Han’s eyes swept over the garden, his usual calm demeanor softening as he took in the beauty of the space.

“It’s… impressive,” he said, his tone sincere.

“Impressive?” Chi Chi teased, nudging him with her elbow.

“That’s the best you can do? How about ‘breathtaking’ or ‘magnificent’?”

Jiang Han’s lips twitched in what might have been a smile. “It’s very… tranquil.”

Chi Chi laughed, shaking her head. “You’re hopeless, Jiang Han. Come on, I’ll show you the best part.”

She led him to a small wooden bridge that crossed the stream, its surface worn smooth by years of use. On the other side was a cozy nook shaded by a large willow tree, its long branches swaying gently in the breeze.

Beneath the tree was a stone bench, its surface cool and inviting.

“This is where I come to think,” Chi Chi said, sitting down on the bench and patting the spot beside her. “Or to nap. Mostly to nap.”

Jiang Han sat down, his posture as straight and composed as ever. Yue Xue leaned against the willow tree, her arms crossed as she watched them with a faint smirk.

Chi Chi reached into her basket and pulled out a small pastry, handing it to Jiang Han. “Here. Try this. It’s my specialty—honey almond cake.”

He took the pastry, examining it with a critical eye before taking a bite. His expression didn’t change, but he nodded slightly. “It’s good.”

Chi Chi beamed. “High praise from Jiang Han! I’ll take it.”

Yue Xue rolled her eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. He’d probably say the same thing about a rock if you handed it to him.”

Chi Chi giggled, leaning back against the bench. “You’re just jealous because you didn’t get one.”

Yue Xue raised an eyebrow. “I’ve had your pastries before. They’re… edible.”

Chi Chi gasped in mock offense. “Edible? That’s it? After all the times I’ve baked for you?”

Jiang Han glanced between them, his expression unreadable. “You two haven’t changed.”

Chi Chi grinned. “And neither have you. Still as stoic as ever.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the stream and the rustling leaves creating a soothing backdrop. Chi Chi closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze wash over her.

For a moment, she allowed herself to forget about the worries that had been weighing on her—the impending reincarnation, the traitors, the uncertainty of the future.

She stood up and grabbed his hand again. “Come on! There’s more to see.”

She led him through the rest of the garden, pointing out her favorite flowers and sharing stories about the times she’d spent there.

She showed him the koi pond, its surface dotted with lily pads and its waters teeming with colorful fish.

She introduced him to the old oak tree where she’d carved her initials years ago, its bark rough and weathered but still standing strong.

As they walked, Chi Chi couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. For now, at least, everything was as it should be. Jiang Han was here, Yue Xue was by her side, and the garden was as beautiful as ever. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them with the same determination and optimism that had carried her this far.

For now, though, she would savor the time they had together. Because no matter what the future held, she knew one thing for certain: she would do everything in her power to protect the people she cared about.

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The training grounds buzzed with energy as the Teng Bang Sect’s entrance exams began.

The once-open space had been transformed into a stage for the new disciples, with various stations set up to test their skills in strategy, agility, and combat.

The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd of onlookers—senior disciples, elders, and curious sect members—murmuring with excitement.

Chi Chi and Yue Xue stood at the edge of the training grounds, their presence drawing occasional glances from the crowd. Chi Chi, as always, was impossible to miss.

She held a basket of pastries in one hand, which she occasionally offered to nearby disciples, earning smiles and thanks.

Yue Xue, on the other hand, stood with her arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the scene with a mix of curiosity and indifference.

“Look, there he is!” Chi Chi said, pointing as Jiang Han stepped forward to face his first challenge. Her voice was bright with excitement, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten.

Jiang Han moved with the same calm composure that had always defined him. His tall, lean frame was relaxed but poised, his every motion precise and deliberate.

The first task was a test of strategy—a complex puzzle involving a locked mechanism that required both intelligence and patience to solve.

The puzzle was a large, intricate box made of polished wood and metal, its surface covered in shifting panels and hidden compartments.

The box was about the size of a small table, its surface gleaming under the sunlight.

The panels were etched with intricate patterns of vines and flowers, and small, circular dials were embedded into the sides, each one marked with ancient symbols.

The goal was to unlock the box within a set time limit, revealing a small token inside.

Jiang Han stepped forward, his gaze steady as he examined the box. His fingers traced the edges of the panels, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The crowd watched in silence, the tension palpable.

Chi Chi leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden railing. “Come on, Jiang Han,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Yue Xue glanced at her, her smirk softening into something almost like a smile. “Relax. He’s got this.”

Jiang Han’s hands moved with confidence, manipulating the mechanisms with precision. He turned one of the dials, the symbols aligning with a soft click.

A panel slid open, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside was a small lever, which he pulled gently.

The box emitted a series of soft clicks and whirrs, the panels shifting and rearranging themselves. Finally, with a final, satisfying click, the box opened, revealing a small, golden token.

The crowd erupted into applause, and Chi Chi cheered loudly, her voice ringing out above the noise. “That’s my Jiang Han!”

Yue Xue raised an eyebrow. “He’s not yours.”

Chi Chi grinned. “He is today.”

The second task was an obstacle course designed to test agility, endurance, and quick thinking.

The course was a daunting sight—a series of spinning platforms, swinging ropes, and narrow beams suspended over a shallow pool of water.

The goal was to complete the course as quickly as possible without falling.

The course began with a set of spinning wooden platforms, each one about three feet in diameter and rotating at different speeds. The platforms were connected by narrow wooden planks, some of which were unstable and swayed with every step.

Beyond the platforms was a series of swinging ropes, each one hanging from a tall wooden frame. The ropes were spaced unevenly, requiring precise timing to navigate.

Finally, there was a narrow beam suspended high above the ground, its surface polished to a slippery sheen. The beam swayed slightly, making it difficult to maintain balance.

Jiang Han stepped forward, his expression as calm as ever. He surveyed the course for a moment, his sharp eyes calculating the best path. Then, without hesitation, he began.

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His movements were fluid and precise, each step deliberate. He leapt onto the first spinning platform, adjusting his balance effortlessly as it rotated beneath him.

The crowd watched in awe as he navigated the course with ease, his focus unwavering.

Chi Chi leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden railing. “Come on, Jiang Han!” she shouted, her voice filled with excitement.

Yue Xue stood beside her, her arms crossed but her eyes following Jiang Han’s every move. “He’s good,” she admitted, her tone begrudging but sincere.

Jiang Han reached the final obstacle—a narrow beam suspended high above the ground. The beam swayed slightly, making it difficult to maintain balance. But Jiang Han didn’t falter.

He moved with confidence, his steps steady and sure. As he reached the end of the beam, he leapt gracefully to the ground, landing in a perfect crouch.

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Chi Chi clapped enthusiastically. “He did it!”

Jiang Han straightened, his expression as stoic as ever, but there was a faint glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.

The final task was a test of combat skill. Each disciple was paired with a senior disciple for a sparring match, with the goal of demonstrating their technique, adaptability, and control.

Jiang Han’s opponent was a tall, muscular disciple with a reputation for his aggressive fighting style.

The senior disciple, a man named Kang Wei, stepped forward, his broad shoulders and imposing stature making him an intimidating figure.

He carried a heavy iron staff, its surface scarred from countless battles. Jiang Han, in contrast, carried a simple wooden sword, its surface smooth and unmarked.

The match began, and Kang Wei immediately launched into a series of powerful strikes, his movements fast and relentless.

is staff whistled through the air, each strike aimed with precision. Jiang Han, however, remained calm.

He dodged and parried with precision, his movements economical and efficient. He didn’t waste energy on flashy techniques; instead, he focused on finding openings and exploiting them.

The crowd watched in awe as Jiang Han gradually turned the tide of the match. Kang Wei’s aggression began to work against him, leaving him open to counterattacks.

Jiang Han’s wooden sword moved like an extension of his arm, each strike precise and deliberate. With a final, well-timed strike, Jiang Han disarmed his opponent, sending the iron staff clattering to the ground.

The crowd erupted into cheers once again, and Chi Chi jumped up and down, her excitement contagious. “That’s my Jiang Han!” she shouted, earning a few chuckles from the onlookers.

Yue Xue shook her head, though her smirk betrayed her amusement. “You’re going to embarrass him.”

“He’s too stoic to be embarrassed,” Chi Chi replied, still grinning.

As the exams drew to a close, the elders gathered to discuss the results. The crowd waited in tense silence, the air thick with anticipation.

Finally, the sect leader, Chi Wuying, stepped forward. His presence commanded attention, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with an air of authority. Though no one knew it, he was Chi Chi’s father—a fact she had kept hidden to avoid special treatment.

“Today, we have witnessed exceptional talent and determination,” Chi Wuying said, his voice carrying across the training grounds. “But one candidate has stood out above the rest.”

The crowd murmured, their eyes turning to Jiang Han.

“Jiang Han,” Chi Wuying continued, his gaze settling on the young man. “Your performance today was exemplary. You have demonstrated not only skill and strength but also intelligence and composure. It is my honor to accept you as my personal disciple.”

The crowd erupted into applause, and Chi Chi cheered louder than anyone. “Yes! I knew you could do it!”

Jiang Han stepped forward, bowing deeply to the sect leader. “Thank you, Master. I will not disappoint you.”

Chi Wuying nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I expect nothing less.”

As he spoke, his gaze flicked briefly toward Chi Chi, a subtle but loving glance that no one else noticed.

Chi Chi’s breath caught in her throat, but she quickly composed herself, her smile never wavering.

The warmth in her father’s eyes made her chest swell with pride and affection, a quiet reminder of the bond they shared, even if it remained hidden from the world.

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The training grounds were alive with the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter as the crowd dispersed.

The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of sweat and the earthy aroma of trampled grass.

Chi Chi stood at the edge of the grounds, her basket of pastries clutched tightly in her hands. Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Han, who stood alone for a moment, his chest rising and falling steadily as he caught his breath.

The faint sheen of sweat on his brow glistened in the sunlight, a testament to the intensity of his match.

It was then that Liang Feng approached, his stride confident and his smile disarmingly friendly.

His robes, a deep shade of blue with silver embroidery, caught the light as he moved, giving him an almost regal air.

His hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, and his features were so perfectly symmetrical that they seemed almost unreal.

“Jiang Han, right?” Liang Feng said, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m Liang Feng. That was an impressive display out there.”

Jiang Han turned to face him, his expression calm but polite. “Thank you.”

Before Liang Feng could continue, Mei Ling stepped forward, her presence as graceful as a breeze.

Her long, flowing hair shimmered like silk in the sunlight, and her smile was sweet, almost disarming.

“And I’m Mei Ling,” she said, her voice soft and melodic. “We couldn’t help but notice your skills. You’re quite the talent.”

Jiang Han nodded, his tone neutral but courteous. “I appreciate the kind words.”

Liang Feng chuckled, his laughter easy and genuine.

“Kind words? More like the truth. You’ve got real potential, Jiang Han. I can see why the sect leader took you as his personal disciple. We should train together sometime. I’d love to exchange a few techniques.”

Jiang Han’s gaze flicked to him, his expression unreadable. “I’d appreciate that.”

Mei Ling giggled softly, the sound like the tinkling of wind chimes. “You’re so modest, Jiang Han. Most people would be boasting after a performance like that. But I suppose that’s part of what makes you so intriguing.”

Jiang Han’s response was measured, his tone polite but distant. “There’s always room for improvement.”

Liang Feng grinned, clapping Jiang Han on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. “Well, we’ll have to introduce you to the others. There’s a group of us who train together regularly. You’d fit right in.”

Mei Ling’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Oh, you must join us! It’s so much fun. We share techniques, spar, and even have little competitions. It’s a great way to learn and grow.”

Jiang Han hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll consider it.”

Liang Feng’s smile widened, his tone warm and encouraging.

“Great! We’ll save a spot for you. Oh, and after the exams, we usually gather at the Moonlit Pavilion to celebrate. It’s a tradition—music, food, and plenty of stories. You should come.”

Mei Ling clasped her hands together, her excitement palpable. “Yes, you must! It’s the perfect way to unwind after all the hard work. And it’s a great chance to get to know everyone.”

Jiang Han’s expression remained neutral, but there was a faint flicker of interest in his eyes. “I’ll see if I can make it.”

Liang Feng gave him another friendly pat on the shoulder. “We’ll look forward to it. Take care, Jiang Han.”

As they walked away, their laughter trailing behind them, Chi Chi’s sharp eyes caught the faintest whiff of their fragrance—a subtle blend of jasmine and sandalwood, with a hint of something sweeter beneath.

It was the scent she had read about in the novel, the one that would make Jiang Han let down his guard around them.

Her stomach churned, but she kept her smile firmly in place. She couldn’t let them see her worry. Not yet.

Yue Xue, standing beside Chi Chi, glanced at her. “What’s with the smile? You look like you’ve just won a prize.”

Chi Chi laughed, her voice light and carefree. “Oh, nothing! Just… admiring Jiang Han’s fan club. They seem nice, don’t they?”

Yue Xue shrugged, her tone indifferent. “They’re alright, I guess. A bit too friendly, if you ask me.”

Chi Chi’s smile didn’t falter, but her mind was racing. She had to find a way to protect Jiang Han from Liang Feng and Mei Ling.

“Well, I think it’s nice that they’re welcoming him,” Chi Chi said, her tone cheerful. “Jiang Han deserves to have more friends.”

Yue Xue raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “If you say so.”

As the crowd began to disperse, Chi Chi made her way through the throng to where Jiang Han stood. She held out a pastry, her smile bright despite the lingering worry in her eyes. “Here. You earned this.”

Jiang Han took the pastry, his expression softening slightly. “Thank you.”

Yue Xue joined them, her arms still crossed but her tone less sharp than usual. “You did well. For a newbie.”

Jiang Han nodded, his gaze shifting to Chi Chi. “You were loud.”

Chi Chi laughed, her earlier tension melting away. “Someone had to cheer for you! Besides, you were amazing out there.”

Later that evening, Chi Chi found herself sitting alone in the hidden garden, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The sun had set, casting the garden in a soft, silvery light.

The sound of the stream and the rustling leaves provided a soothing backdrop, but her mind was anything but calm.

She thought about Jiang Han, about the way he had looked at Liang Feng and Mei Ling with polite indifference.

He had no idea what they were capable of, no idea how they would betray him. But she did. And she wouldn’t let it happen.

Her fingers tightened around the small sachet of herbs she had prepared earlier. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

If Liang Feng and Mei Ling thought they could manipulate Jiang Han with their tricks, they were in for a surprise.

She would find a way to counteract their influence, even if it meant staying up all night studying every herb in the sect’s library.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered to the night air, her voice firm despite the tears in her eyes. “Even if you don't want me, I’ll make sure you’re ready for what’s coming.”

As the stars twinkled above, Chi Chi made a silent vow. No matter what, she would stand by Jiang Han’s side—cheering him on, supporting him, and protecting him in whatever way she could.

Because that’s what friends do.

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The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light filtering through the paper windows of the dormitory.

The room was quiet, save for the soft, even breathing of Yue Xue, who lay asleep on the other side of the room. Chi Chi sat upright in her bed, her heart pounding in her chest.

She had waited hours for this moment, counting the seconds until she was sure Yue Xue was deep in slumber.

Carefully, she reached under her pillow and pulled out the bundle she had prepared earlier—a makeshift dummy made of rolled-up blankets and a pillow, shaped roughly like a body.

She had even tied a few strands of her own hair to the top to make it more convincing. It wasn’t perfect, but in the dim light, it would pass a casual glance.

Chi Chi slipped out of bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She placed the dummy under her blankets, arranging it so it looked like she was still sleeping.

She paused, glancing at Yue Xue’s still form. Her roommate’s breathing remained steady, undisturbed. Good.

With one last check, Chi Chi grabbed her satchel, already packed with a small lantern, a notebook, and a few tools she might need. She tiptoed to the door, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor.

The door creaked faintly as she opened it, and she froze, her breath catching in her throat. But Yue Xue didn’t stir.

Once in the hallway, Chi Chi exhaled softly and pulled on her shoes. The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside, the courtyard bathed in silver moonlight.

She moved quickly but quietly, sticking to the shadows as she made her way to the sect’s library.

The library was a towering structure of dark wood and intricate carvings, its doors locked tight at this hour. But Chi Chi had planned for this.

She reached into her satchel and pulled out a thin metal pin, one she had “borrowed” from the kitchen earlier that day. With a few deft movements, she picked the lock, the mechanism clicking softly as it gave way.

Inside, the library was vast and silent, its shelves stretching into the shadows. The air smelled of old parchment and the faint, earthy scent of dried herbs.

Chi Chi lit her lantern, its warm glow illuminating the rows of books and scrolls. She moved quickly, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.

She knew what she was looking for: a way to counteract the fragrance Liang Feng and Mei Ling used to manipulate Jiang Han.

The scent was a blend of jasmine, sandalwood, and something else—something sharp and unnatural. She needed to find an herb or concoction that could neutralize its effects.

Chi Chi started in the section on medicinal herbs, pulling down books with titles like “The Compendium of Rare Botanicals” and “Alchemical Solutions for Spiritual Imbalance.”

She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning for anything useful. One passage caught her attention:

“Silverthorn Root: Known for its purifying properties, this rare herb can counteract the effects of mind-altering fragrances. When ground into a powder and mixed with Moondew Sap, it creates a potent antidote.”

Chi Chi’s heart leapt. This was it.

She scribbled down the information in her notebook, her handwriting hurried but legible. Next, she searched for Moondew Sap, finding it mentioned in “The Alchemist’s Guide to Rare Ingredients.”

According to the text, Moondew Sap was harvested from the leaves of the Lunaria plant, which only bloomed under a full moon.

She glanced out the window. The moon was full tonight. If she hurried, she could gather the sap before dawn.

Chi Chi slipped out of the library, her satchel now heavier with books and notes.

She made her way to the sect’s herb garden, a secluded area filled with rows of medicinal plants. The Lunaria plant was easy to spot—its silvery leaves glowed faintly in the moonlight.

She carefully cut a few leaves, collecting the sap that oozed from the stems.

It was slow work, but she didn’t dare rush. Every drop was precious. Once she had enough, she moved on to the next ingredient: Silverthorn Root.

The root was harder to find. It grew deep underground, and the plant itself was unremarkable, its leaves small and plain.

Chi Chi dug carefully, her hands soon covered in dirt. Finally, she unearthed a cluster of thin, silvery roots. She cleaned them as best she could and tucked them into her satchel.

Ding!

You have earned 1000 points.

Total balance: 17400

(She had earned 2000 points in the past year)

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Chi Chi stood at the edge of the forest pool, her arms crossed as she surveyed the area.

The water was crystal clear, reflecting the pale light of the moon like a mirror.

The pool was secluded, surrounded by tall trees and lush ferns, and the gentle sound of a nearby stream filled the air.

It was the perfect spot to wash off the dirt and grime from her late-night herb gathering.

She glanced around one more time to make sure she was alone. Satisfied, she set her satchel down on a flat rock and began to undo the ties of her robe.

The cool night air brushed against her skin as she slipped out of her clothes, folding them neatly beside her belongings.

She dipped a toe into the water, shivering slightly at the chill, but the promise of being clean was too tempting to resist.

Just as she was about to step in, the surface of the water rippled.

Chi Chi froze.

A figure emerged from the depths, water cascading off broad shoulders and dark hair as he straightened. His back was to her, and the moonlight glistened off his skin.

Her heart stopped.

Then, as if to make things worse, he stretched.

Chi Chi’s brain completely short-circuited.

She barely managed to suppress a noise of horror as she frantically grabbed her robe, yanking it around herself at lightning speed.

But the damage was already done—her movement must have caught his attention because he suddenly turned.

Their eyes met.

For a long, painful moment, neither of them moved.

Jiang Han’s face went red almost instantly.

“I—I swear I’m not a pervert!” he blurted, raising his hands in a panicked gesture. “I didn’t know you were here!”

Chi Chi couldn’t even process what he was saying—she was too busy trying to will herself out of existence. Unfortunately, the heavens did not grant her wish.

Her brain finally restarted, and she secured the sash of her robe with trembling fingers.

“I should’ve checked first,” she muttered, trying to act natural despite the fact that she wanted to dig a hole and live in it forever. “I didn’t expect anyone to be here either.”

Jiang Han let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand down his face. “Well… this is, um, quite the situation.”

Chi Chi exhaled slowly. Understatement of the year.

Still, there was no point in making it worse. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to lift her chin. “It’s fine. You were here first.”

Jiang Han blinked, looking almost suspicious. “You’re not mad?”

Chi Chi tilted her head, giving him a look. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well…” Jiang Han hesitated. “I don’t know. I just thought you’d scream or… throw something at me.”

Chi Chi sighed, crossing her arms. “I’m not that dramatic.”

Jiang Han snorted. “You literally threw a frying pan at a thief last week.”

“That was different!” she shot back. “He deserved it.”

Jiang Han chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. “Alright, alright. You win.” He turned away slightly, a lazy smirk forming. “Still, you make it hard for a guy to act cool.”

Chi Chi frowned. “Were you trying to act cool?”

Jiang Han sighed dramatically. “I was, but then you showed up looking…” His voice trailed off, and he shook his head. “…Forget it.”

Chi Chi narrowed her eyes. “Looking what?”

Jiang Han gave her a teasing glance. “If I tell you, you might get too flustered and run away.”

Chi Chi scoffed, planting her hands on her hips. “That’s not fair. If you’re going to tease me, say it properly.”

Jiang Han studied her for a moment before leaning slightly closer, his voice dropping to a slow, deliberate murmur. “You looked beautiful.”

Chi Chi’s breath hitched.

Her brain went blank. Completely, utterly blank.

“…Oh.”

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Chi Chi quickly turned away, pretending to examine a flower. “I mean, you—you look… good too.”

Jiang Han smirked. “Good?”

Chi Chi cleared her throat. “Yes. Good. Like someone who trains a lot.”

Jiang Han let out a low chuckle. “That so?”

Chi Chi nodded, determined to keep her expression serious despite the warmth creeping up her neck. “It’s just an observation.”

Jiang Han’s lips twitched. “You’re adorable when you try to flirt.”

Chi Chi turned red. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Uh-huh.” He stepped past her, pausing near the tree line. “Well, good-looking girl, you should finish washing up before you catch a cold.”

Chi Chi huffed, crossing her arms. “I was going to, but someone interrupted me.”

Jiang Han smirked. “Then I’ll leave you to it. But if you ever want to see me without a shirt again, just ask.”

Chi Chi nearly tripped over her own feet. “Jiang Han!”

His laughter echoed through the trees as he disappeared into the night.

Chi Chi pressed her hands against her warm cheeks, groaning.

That idiot.

…Why was her heart beating so fast?

As she finally stepped into the pool, the cool water did little to ease the warmth in her face. She scrubbed at her arms, trying to shake the ridiculous conversation from her mind, but it lingered stubbornly.

Jiang Han.

The way the moonlight had caught on the droplets of water trailing down his skin. The way his voice had turned soft when he said she was beautiful.

Chi Chi dunked herself under the water.

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Jiang Han moved silently through the forest, his senses attuned to the faint spiritual energy he had detected earlier.

The treasure he sought—a rare Moonlit Lotus—was said to bloom only under the full moon’s glow, hidden deep within a secluded pool.

Its petals were rumored to enhance spiritual power, and he had been searching for it for weeks.

As he approached the pool, he paused, scanning the area for any signs of danger. The moonlight bathed the clearing in silver, and the water shimmered like liquid glass.

Satisfied that he was alone, he shed his outer robe and set it atop a nearby rock. The cool night air brushed against his skin as he waded into the pool, the water rippling around him.

Taking a deep breath, he dove beneath the surface. The pool was deeper than it appeared, and the water was crystal clear, allowing him to see the faint glow of the Moonlit Lotus nestled among the rocks at the bottom.

He swam toward it, anticipation thrumming in his veins.

Just as his fingers brushed the delicate petals, a faint splash echoed from above.

Instincts flaring, Jiang Han froze. Someone else was here. Slowly, he surfaced, eyes scanning the area—and his breath caught in his throat.

Chi Chi stood at the water’s edge, bathed in moonlight.

For a moment, Jiang Han forgot how to breathe.

The silver glow softened her features, casting delicate shadows across her porcelain skin. Her long, silken hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, glistening like spun moonlight.

Her golden-purple eyes—like twilight melting into dawn—widened in surprise, the soft glow reflecting in their depths.

She looked ethereal.

Jiang Han swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His gaze flickered—just for a heartbeat—before he spun around, his face burning.

“I—I swear I’m not a pervert!” His voice cracked slightly, and he let out an awkward cough. “I didn’t know you were here!”

Chi Chi let out a startled breath before hastily grabbing her robe, quickly pulling it around herself. “I should’ve checked first,” she muttered, tying the sash with slightly trembling fingers. “I didn’t expect anyone to be here either.”

Jiang Han exhaled sharply, forcing his gaze to the trees. “Well… this is, um, quite the situation.”

Chi Chi clutched her robe tightly but peeked up at him, still flushed but not panicked.

“It’s fine. You were here first.” Her lips pressed together before she added softly, “I’d feel bad if you thought I was upset with you.”

Jiang Han stilled.

She really was too kind.

Jiang Han blinked, looking almost suspicious. “You’re not mad?”

Chi Chi tilted her head, giving him a look. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well…” Jiang Han hesitated. “I don’t know. I just thought you’d scream or… throw something at me.”

Chi Chi sighed, crossing her arms. “I’m not that dramatic.”

Jiang Han snorted. “You literally threw a frying pan at a thief last week.”

“That was different!” she shot back. “He deserved it.”

He let out a breath, shaking his head with a helpless smile. “You make it hard for a guy to act cool, you know?”

Chi Chi tilted her head slightly. “Were you trying to act cool?”

Jiang Han chuckled, stepping out of the water. “Maybe. But it’s not easy when you’re standing there looking…” He stopped himself, running a hand through his damp hair. “…Forget it.”

Chi Chi blinked. “Looking what?”

Jiang Han smirked, leaning slightly closer. “If I tell you, you might get too flustered and run away.”

Chi Chi’s flush deepened, but instead of retreating, she huffed. “That’s not fair. If you’re going to tease me, you should at least say it properly.”

His eyes flickered with amusement. “Alright.” He held her gaze, his voice dropping to a slow, deliberate murmur. “You looked beautiful.”

Chi Chi’s breath hitched.

She blinked once, then twice, before she managed, “Oh.”

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow, amused by her stunned reaction. “Oh?”

Chi Chi cleared her throat, trying—and failing—to compose herself. “W-Well, you look… good too.”

Jiang Han chuckled. “Good?”

Chi Chi nodded, now determined to keep her expression serious despite the warmth creeping up her neck. “Yes. Good. Like someone who trains a lot.”

His smirk widened. “That so?”

She quickly turned away, feigning interest in a nearby flower. “It’s just an observation,” she said, voice light.

Jiang Han exhaled, amused. “You’re adorable when you try to flirt.”

Chi Chi crossed her arms. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Uh-huh.” He stepped past her, pausing near the tree line. “Well, good-looking girl, you should finish washing up before you catch a cold.”

Chi Chi huffed. “I was going to, but someone interrupted me.”

Jiang Han glanced back with a lazy smirk, his tone teasing. “Then I’ll leave you to it. But if you ever want to see me without a shirt again, just ask.”

Chi Chi nearly tripped over her own feet. “Jiang Han!”

His laughter echoed through the trees as he disappeared into the night.

Chi Chi pressed her hands against her warm cheeks, groaning.

In the quiet depths of the forest, Jiang Han finally stopped, leaning against a sturdy tree for support. His heart was still pounding, the cool night air doing little to steady him.

He let out a slow breath, pressing a hand against his chest.

It wasn’t just the awkwardness of the situation that had unsettled him—it was her. The way the moonlight had kissed her skin, the way her eyes had held that playful warmth even in her embarrassment…

Chi Chi.

Jiang Han closed his eyes, exhaling sharply. He had found the Moonlit Lotus, the treasure he had sought for weeks.

And yet, all he could think about was her.

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By the time Chi Chi made it back to the dormitory, the first hints of dawn were coloring the sky. She slipped inside, her movements quick and silent. Yue Xue was still asleep, her breathing steady.

Chi Chi placed the dummy back under her pillow and slid into bed, her heart racing—not just from the night’s adventures, but from the memory of what had happened at the pool.

She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Her hands were sore from digging up Silverthorn Root, her clothes were streaked with dirt, and her body ached with exhaustion.

But despite her fatigue, her mind refused to settle. The image of Jiang Han emerging from the pool, water glistening on his skin in the moonlight, kept replaying in her head.

His flustered expression, his awkward apologies, the way his voice had cracked when he insisted he wasn’t a pervert—it was all so… endearing.

Chi Chi groaned softly, pulling the blanket over her face. “Why am I even thinking about this?” she muttered to herself. But no matter how hard she tried to push the thoughts away, they kept creeping back.

The way he had looked at her, the faint blush on his cheeks, the way his wet hair clung to his forehead—it was all too vivid.

And then there was that moment when she had clumsily tried to cover herself, her hands trembling as she tied her robe.

She had been so flustered, so embarrassed, and yet… there had been something almost thrilling about it.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, a faint chime sounded in her mind.

Chi Chi blinked, confused for a moment, before remembering she had set the system to silent mode earlier.

She hadn’t wanted any distractions while she was gathering ingredients, but now the notifications were piling up.

With a sigh, she opened the system interface. A series of messages flashed before her eyes:

[System Notification: Favorability Update]

Jiang Han’s Favorability Toward Chi Chi has increased!

+5 Favorability: “She’s… different. Not like the girls in the novels.”

Current Favorability: 47 → 52

New Level: Genuine Friendship / Deep Trust (💖✨)

+10 Favorability: “Why wasn’t she angry? She was so calm, so understanding…”

Current Favorability: 52 → 62

New Level: Genuine Friendship / Deep Trust (💖✨)

+15 Favorability: “I can’t stop thinking about her. That smile… it was kind of cute.”

Current Favorability: 62 → 77

New Level: Strong Attachment / Deep Bond (💞🛡️)

Chi Chi stared at the notifications, her cheeks heating up. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She hadn’t expected the system to track Jiang Han’s feelings so precisely, let alone display them in such detail.

And the comments… they were so specific, so personal. It was like reading his thoughts.

Her heart skipped a beat as she reread the last line: “I can’t stop thinking about her. That smile… it was kind of cute.”

Was that really how Jiang Han felt? She had always seen him as this untouchable figure, someone she needed to protect but could never truly reach.

But now… now it seemed like he was just as human as she was. And maybe, just maybe, he was starting to see her as more than just a fellow disciple.

Chi Chi buried her face in her pillow, trying to stifle a laugh.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “I’m supposed to be protecting him, not daydreaming about him.”

But even as she scolded herself, a small smile tugged at her lips. The idea that Jiang Han might actually like her—or at least find her intriguing—was both thrilling and terrifying.

How was she supposed to help him, when her feeling were in the way?!

As sleep finally claimed her, Chi Chi allowed herself a small smile.

She didn’t know what challenges lay ahead, but she was ready.

For Jiang Han, she would do whatever it took. And maybe, just maybe, there was room in her heart for something more.