Chapter 19: Human, You May Rest Against My Chest

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It cracked—cracked open!
“Don’t,” Yun Zhao hurriedly tried to piece it back together. “Please don’t break, I was just speaking casually earlier. Be good now, heal quickly.”
She had intended to provoke it into action, but who knew the sword would actually shatter?
The more she coaxed, the worse the sword’s crack became. In the end, Yun Zhao counted nine broken pieces.
She felt as if the sky had collapsed.
Just as she was pondering whom to ask for help, the fragments of the sword quickly reassembled themselves. The dull, dirty color of the blade faded away, gradually transforming into a dazzling golden hue.
Amazed, Yun Zhao’s first thought was—Qi Yan’s chosen scabbard truly suits Fuguang perfectly!
The golden light grew brighter and brighter. Shielding her eyes, Yun Zhao suddenly saw a fluffy little ball leap out from the glow.
“Meow~”
The furry bundle tilted its head at Yun Zhao, adorable, yet she froze stiff.
“You…”
She took two steps back, then quickly lunged forward and embraced the fluff.
Fuguang, the sword spirit, immediately meowed in protest, “Master, you’re holding me too tight! I can’t breathe, meow!”
The pitiful cries made Yun Zhao hurriedly loosen her grip and cautiously called, “Mimi.”
Fuguang looked confused. “Who’s Mimi? I’m your sword spirit, Fuguang.”
Though Yun Zhao didn’t understand its words, judging by its expression, it seemed it didn’t recognize her.
She carefully examined it, confirming that the sword spirit Fuguang was indeed her own plump cat Mimi!
Only now Mimi was a small, pitiful little ball, like when she was a kitten.
Yun Zhao murmured, “What’s going on?”
Suddenly, the system appeared: “Host, it is your cat. When we chatted before, you said you missed it, so I brought it here to be your sword spirit.”
“In your world, it’s basically asleep, but since animals there haven’t awakened their consciousness, the sword spirit cat has no memory of its past.”
“What about when I return?” Yun Zhao anxiously asked. “Will Mimi come back with me?”
The system hesitated, then replied, “...Yes.”
Yun Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up Mimi—no, now she should call it Fuguang—“Hello, Fuguang. Please take care of me from now on!”
Fuguang meowed: “Meow, master!”
Looking at this tiny ball of fluff, Yun Zhao recalled the first time she met Mimi. It had been locked in a cardboard box by some cruel children and was barely alive when rescued.
Even now, Mimi was afraid of the dark and hated being alone.
Well, then, she would just raise Mimi anew. With her expertise in raising pigs, there was no doubt she could raise it into a mighty truck!
Yun Zhao’s eyes curved gently, tears shimmering at the corners.

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Fuguang licked her face.
“Human, you seem a little sad, but don’t worry, you can lean on Mimi’s chest. Mimi will protect you~”
...
The Sect Grand Competition was a major event in the cultivation world held once every five years. Cultivators from all sects ranked from Foundation Establishment to mid Golden Core stage could participate.
The competition took place in a secret realm.
Before the competition began, Xue Huairui reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Due to successive breakthroughs, her cultivation was somewhat unstable.
“Xiao Rui,” Master Guiyuan said solemnly, “I know what you want, but you must not break through again before the Grand Competition ends!”
Xue Huairui quickly agreed, “Master, I understand.”
This time, Master Guiyuan and Lu Mingdao led the team, accompanied by several elders.
The Hanyue Peak disciples were few; Master Hanyue remained in seclusion. Mu Qianshao, a direct disciple, stood alongside Yun Zhao with two junior sisters.
On the spirit boat heading to the secret realm, most sect competitors gathered around Song Zhiyuan. Mu Qianshao scoffed, “When the competition starts, they’ll see who’s truly powerful!”
“Zhao Zhao, tell Qi Yan to do his best! I’ve long disliked Song Zhiyuan’s arrogant attitude!”
“Though I hate to admit it,” Yun Zhao shrugged, “Senior Sister, Song Zhiyuan has never actually been arrogant.”
As for Song Zhiyuan, aside from stringing along the original Yun Zhao, he had no major faults.
In the original story, Yun Zhao was not only a vicious villainess who bullied antagonists but also Song Zhiyuan’s ATM machine.
She sacrificed everything for him, even clinging to Hanyue Peak to support him, only for him to end up with the heroine.
Yun Zhao...
Unable to win his love, she fell into madness and died by a cultivator’s sword.
“You just haven’t seen it,” Mu Qianshao snorted. “If you had, you’d know how fake he is.”
Curious, Yun Zhao asked, “Senior Sister, have you encountered him before?”
Mu Qianshao fell silent.
Pushing through the crowd, Yun Zhao met Song Zhiyuan’s gaze. He paused, then gave a faint smile.
[Affection -2, current affection 30]
Yun Zhao shivered and turned around. Sure enough, Qi Yan was standing behind her.
“Senior Sister,” Qi Yan smiled softly, “Want something to eat?”
Though he smiled, Yun Zhao felt like a fierce beast was staring at her.
“Sure,” she said, pulling out some candied hawthorns. “Yan, here.”
Only as she fed him the candy did Qi Yan’s lips curl slightly. “So sweet.”
[Affection +5, current affection 35]

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Afterward, they fed each other dishes and peeled shrimp together, until Song Zhiyuan was so annoyed he left the common area. Only then did Qi Yan put down his chopsticks.
Satisfied, Qi Yan said a word to her before retreating to his room to cultivate.
Yun Zhao exhaled deeply.
Mu Qianshao then approached, “Zhao Zhao, I didn’t realize you were so afraid of him.”
Yun Zhao snorted, “If you’re not afraid, why didn’t you come over just now?”
“Uh,” Mu Qianshao smiled awkwardly, “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Just now, Qi Yan had been... quite intimidating.
Back in her room, Song Zhiyuan set up a barrier, then smashed everything inside until there was nothing left to break. Only then did he stop.
“Qi Yan...”
Song Zhiyuan murmured, “Don’t be arrogant. One day, I will imprison you again.”
He tried a secret technique once more. For some reason, the summoning spell for Qi Yan no longer worked recently.
Looks like after the Grand Competition, he’d have to visit home; his father must know the reason.
“Senior Brother, are you in there?”
Hearing Xue Huairui’s voice, Song Zhiyuan tidied up and opened the door.
Xue Huairui held a tray. “Senior Brother, I saw you hadn’t eaten, so I brought you some.”
Song Zhiyuan smiled, “That’s thoughtful of you. Come in.”
She placed the food on the table. “Eat while it’s hot. May I look at the books in your room?”
Song Zhiyuan smiled gently, “Of course, feel free.”
Xue Huairui took a book from the shelf and sat beside the table, flipping through the pages. They sat close, and Song Zhiyuan occasionally caught a faint fragrance—like flowers, or perhaps...
He sniffed softly, familiar yet elusive.
Probably a scent favored by young ladies.
He paid it no mind.
The room was quiet. Xue Huairui’s brows relaxed, a gentle smile playing at her lips as she turned a page.