Early morning.

Luo Qingchuan had just finished setting breakfast when Su Yingsnow quietly stepped out of the bedroom, fully dressed.

Her cheeks were faintly flushed as she approached him.

"Sorry… I fell asleep…"

While arranging plates, Luo Qingchuan asked, "Why apologize?"

Before she could reply, he chuckled, "Have a seat first."

Su Yingsnow obediently sat down.

After sleeping, she seemed subtly different from the night before.

She shifted her legs slightly and whispered, "Luo Qingchuan… did you touch me while I was asleep?"

A rare trace of nervousness flickered in her voice.

Luo Qingchuan shook his head. "No. You were out cold."

Su Yingsnow bit her lip lightly. "Planning to say I slept like a pig next?!"

He paused, then answered honestly, "I just thought you looked lovely."

Her pupils widened slightly; her fingers unconsciously gripped the ends of her shoulder-length hair as a blush crept across her cheeks.

"Good," she murmured, sounding relieved.

Sitting opposite her, Luo Qingchuan sighed, "Does it matter that much? And I’m not the type to get flustered easily. *You* were the one who pushed first—"

Su Yingsnow’s eyes crinkled with a faint smile. "But you were… very hard. Otherwise… how’d you even get in?"

The immortal maiden’s eyebrows arched mischievously.

Luo Qingchuan surrendered with a bowed head.

Normally, Su Yingsnow remained a demure, graceful immortal—aloof like a reserved literature student. Yet when emotions stirred, she’d do something utterly unexpected, especially before Luo Qingchuan, where she loved revealing a completely different side.

He had reason to suspect she did it on purpose.

When flirting, she was a pure romantic maiden cherishing genuine love.

When seducing him earnestly? A bold, carefree carnivorous girl.

Honestly? Luo Qingchuan was happy—but kept wondering if he was being played.

Because after he surrendered, he caught her letting out two soft, gentle laughs.

"Xiao Chuan Chuan, thank you for not touching me."

Curious, he asked, "Does it bother you that much?"

"Because… when I’m asleep, I can’t feel you," she bit her lip, face reddening, voice fading to a whisper. "I… I’d feel so lost."

She pressed her thighs together, rubbing them lightly twice. Her clear eyes shimmered with a captivating ripple.

Luo Qingchuan fell silent.

Her heart hammered like a startled fawn.

"Eat properly. Don’t think naughty thoughts," he said firmly. "And rest well. I heard… for cultivators, primordial yang matters. It slows cultivation."

Deciding to rein her in, he looked up with a playful grin. "Who’s thinking badly? *You* want to?"

She almost nodded happily—then shook her head, avoiding his gaze. "Was I… too demanding earlier?"

Luo Qingchuan fought a laugh. "That’s ‘virgin cultivation’ stuff. I don’t practice it."

She blinked. "So you held back all night?"

"…How’d you know I was holding back?"

Glancing away, she mumbled, "When I lay on you… it was already… throbbing."

His expression froze. He shoveled rice mechanically. "No big deal."

"Xiao Chuan Chuan… does this mean we can’t play that ‘sleep assault’ game anymore?"

"Huh?!" Luo Qingchuan choked, nearly spitting out his food.

"A pity," she twirled a strand of hair, thoughtful—then her eyes lit up. "What if *you’re* asleep…"

"Absolutely not!"

Su Yingsnow burst into a rosy-cheeked giggle. "Kidding~"

She always wore an elegant, delicate grace—then dropped utterly unexpected lines.

"Luo Qingchuan," her cherry lips curved softly, "Someday… shall we try dual cultivation?"

He froze. "Huh?"

Her face flushed, but her gaze turned serious. "Dual cultivation boosts progress, right? Use me as your cauldron—you’ll advance faster!"

He knew she worried about his talent again.

"Not that mystical. Don’t stress. Maybe *I’m* the hidden genius waiting to soar."

She studied him, smiling. "Okay."

Radiant and serene, her heart like a secluded orchid.

This morning, Luo Qingchuan suffered defeat after defeat. He silently vowed: *When the time comes, I’ll settle this with Su Yingsnow.*

But dual cultivation…

He recalled someone.

Zhang Jin—the Pathseeker Class teacher skilled in talismans.

Later, trapped by a cultivation bottleneck with dwindling lifespan, driven by "no madness, no survival," he’d turn dark.

During the Pathseeker Class’s first extracurricular Mystic Realm exam, he’d forcibly absorb essence from female students, deploy the *Míxiān Soul-Stealing Array*, rip their souls to refine elixirs.

He’d defect to the demonic sect—and fall to destined hero Zuo Tian’s sword in a great righteous-evil clash.

*If I act… the Mystic Realm exam is perfect.*

Calamity Shadow clinging to him, Azure Wraith masking his face, ancient Han-style robes from the Sage System—identity secure.

Defiance Points or Sage Points would surely rise.

... ... ...

Morning lesson began.

Luo Qingchuan and Su Yingsnow headed straight to the Pathseeker Class classroom.

A newly arranged room. Few students lounged in scattered seats. They greeted the pair warmly.

Spacious classroom, sparse attendance.

Teacher Lu Wu stood calmly on the podium, eyes closed.

As they entered, he opened gentle eyes and smiled. "Students, your classroom isn’t here."

"Eh?" Luo Qingchuan blinked. "Aren’t we Pathseeker Class students?"

Lu Wu’s voice softened. "Chosen by Lu Chuning. She arranged your classroom."

"Where?"

"Upstairs. I’ll lead you."

Robes flowing, Lu Wu strode out first.

They exchanged glances and followed.

At the door, he paused. "Student Su… you’ve reached Foundation Establishment?"

"Mm." She admitted plainly.

Warm pride filled his voice. "Excellent. Under Lu Chuning’s guidance—truly beneficial. Lin Yu couldn’t guide you. This path is yours alone."

"Teacher Lin Yu… is kind too," Su Yingsnow added prettily.

"Indeed," Lu Wu sighed. "But rare are the gifted. One must not mislead students."

Su Yingsnow fell quiet.

They reached a quiet classroom atop the building.

"This is it. I take my leave."

Turning back, Lu Wu’s eyes crinkled at Luo Qingchuan. "Chosen too… you must hold qualities I failed to see. Many prodigies walk this world. Alas—my vision remains clouded."

That glance pierced deep, yet found nothing. He simply marveled at Lu Chuning’s insight—and grew curious.

"Should fate allow, Student Luo… please enlighten me. I’d be deeply grateful."

Lu Wu bowed.

Luo Qingchuan offered a wry smile. "I wish I could."

*Lu Chuning targeted me only because Chen Yanyu locked onto me—not because she saw through my Scripture of Calamitous Chaos.*

He truly had no answer.

"Surely the time isn’t ripe," Lu Wu laughed heartily and departed.

Su Yingsnow listened closely, recalling Luo Qingchuan’s unhurried cultivation pace.

Her eyes sparkled. She squeezed his hand, giggling softly. "You might really be an unparalleled genius."

"Is that so…"

"Every flower blooms in its own time, Luo Qingchuan. Believe in yourself," she murmured with a delicate frown. "Or… does Teacher Lu Chuning truly just want your body…?"