Read Novel Full Reborn into a New Sect, the Pitiful Girl is Doted on by All the Big Shots Chapter 271
Chapter 271: I Am the Peach Blossom Fairy
Jun Quxiye froze momentarily. Anyone would be startled to find a strange girl suddenly leaping down from a peach blossom tree in their secluded cultivation grounds.
His handsome face immediately darkened, radiating the displeasure and authority befitting the Jun Family Young Master. His voice turned icy:
“Who are you? How dare you trespass into the inner courtyard of the Jun Family!”
Stimulated by his cold tone, Shen Ci’s eyes rolled playfully. Instead of being frightened, her face blossomed into a bright, mischievous smile.
Tilting her head up to look at the face that was both familiar yet distant due to his unfamiliar scrutiny, she cleared her throat and deliberately adopted an exaggerated tone:
“This humble maiden is the Peach Blossom Fairy of this land. Seeing you standing by the window with seemingly unresolvable worries between your brows, your heart heavy with unspoken troubles, I have manifested to offer solace~”
She blinked, her smile growing even more cunning:
“Might I ask… what exactly is troubling you, young master?”
Hearing this, Jun Quxiye nearly laughed in disbelief.
His gaze swept over the peach grove outside the window that had only been planted a few years earlier. “This peach grove of mine has only been planted for a mere few years.”
He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them, and smiled teasingly, “To have cultivated into an immortal so quickly…?”
“This fairy’s cultivation speed truly puts our generation to shame.”
Before his words faded, Jun Quxiye had already drifted down from the window like a wisp of azure cloud, his sleeves fluttering. The gleaming sword at his waist was now unsheathed, its tip pointing diagonally toward the ground.
He didn’t immediately attack but instead fixed his burning gaze on Shen Ci, a faint, ambiguous smile curling at the corner of his lips. His tone carried obvious provocation: “Peach Blossom Fairy? Since you’ve attained immortality, your mastery of the Dao must be profound…”
His wrist turned slightly, the sword blade glinting in the sunlight. “How about… giving this young master a lesson?”
Seeing this, Shen Ci wasn’t alarmed but delighted. She raised an eyebrow and with a “swish,” drew her own Mystic Sword from her waist. The ancient-looking blade shimmered with a faint, cold glow.
Assuming a stance, she nodded with feigned seriousness: “Then this fairy… shall not hold back!”
Before her words fully faded, she pushed off with her foot, her figure shooting forward like an arrow from a bow, thrusting her sword straight at Jun Quxiye! The sword’s momentum was fierce, carrying a formidable whistling sound.
“Clang—!”
The first clash of their swords produced a clear, resonant ring!
Jun Quxiye hadn’t used his full strength, merely blocking casually. Yet, the moment their blades met, his brow furrowed slightly.
The sensation transmitted through his wrist, the familiar yet unfamiliar icy sword energy flowing from the blade, and the unique, heavy texture of specially refined Mystic Iron…
His gaze instantly locked onto the Mystic Sword in Shen Ci’s hand, and he blurted out: “Your Mystic Sword…”
Why… does it feel so familiar?
This thought flashed through Jun Quxiye’s mind like lightning. The subtle sensation from the hilt, the flow of Spirit Energy through the blade—all resonated inexplicably with his nearly instinctual perception of weapon crafting.
Shen Ci caught his fleeting surprise and smiled brilliantly. With a light flick of her wrist, she executed an elegant sword flourish and deliberately said in a light, teasing tone:
“What is it, young master?”
“Can’t even recognize the Mystic Sword you personally crafted, tempered through countless refinements?”
Jun Quxiye: ???
He looked up sharply, staring at Shen Ci in astonishment. “You…”
His voice paused slightly, filled with utter disbelief. “What nonsense are you talking?”
Although he had been obsessed with weapon crafting since childhood, in the strictly hierarchical Jun Family that valued orthodox cultivation, this had always been regarded as neglecting his proper duties.
He had always studied it secretly in private—even his closest attendants might not be fully aware of it, let alone crafting a sword for a mysterious woman of unknown origins?
This was simply absurd!
Yet, just as he firmly denied it in his heart, Shen Ci’s gaze drifted leisurely to the hilt of his sword, where an inconspicuous yet exquisitely crafted old sword tassel was tied.
Looking at that tassel, Shen Ci’s smile grew even brighter and more radiant. “Young master, this sword tassel is quite special.”
Jun Quxiye defensively hid his sword behind his back. “Just a trivial thing, not worth mentioning.”
Whether it was an illusion or not… Jun Quxiye stared at the bright-smiling girl in red before him, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart grew stronger.
Her tone, the unguarded and even slightly complaining intimacy in her gaze when she looked at him, and the aura she emitted that made him instinctively want to let his guard down… all made him feel as though they weren’t strangers meeting for the first time, but rather old acquaintances, even close friends with a deep bond?
“Is that so?” Seeing him silently staring at the sword tassel, Shen Ci shook the Mystic Sword in her hand and smiled like a cunning little fox. “A trivial thing not worth mentioning… yet you hang it on the sword you never part with?”
Receiving only silence, Shen Ci turned decisively, lightly tapped her toes, and gracefully leaped over the windowsill like a swallow returning to its nest, directly landing in the inner chamber of Jun Quxiye’s Qiyun Pavilion, which had always been off-limits to outsiders.
“Hey, you…” Jun Quxiye hadn’t expected her to push her luck like this and was momentarily too late to stop her. He could only helplessly follow her back through the window.
Inside, Shen Ci was already acting as if she were at home, very naturally picking up the untouched peach blossom pastry on the small table and taking a small bite. She then wrinkled her nose and commented disdainfully, “Hmm… Brother Jun, my peach blossom pastries are still the best.”
After swallowing the pastry, she lifted her sparkling eyes to him, her tone carrying a matter-of-fact invitation: “Do you want to come back with A-Ci? I’ll make some for you—as much as you want.”
Jun Quxiye: “…”
He was almost amused by anger.
In all his years, he had encountered those who sought to cling to him, flatter him, fear him, or provoke him, but he had never met someone so… unconventional. Were they even familiar?
Seeing the rapidly changing expressions on Jun Quxiye’s handsome face, Shen Ci belatedly realized that she might indeed have been a bit… overly familiar.
She guiltily rubbed her nose. After all, this Jun Quxiye wasn’t the Brother Jun from her memories who would ruffle her hair and say, “A-Ci, stop messing around.” And besides…
She stealthily glanced up and assessed the Jun Family Young Master before her once more. Dressed in plain light-blue casual robes, he couldn’t conceal his noble elegance, and his eyes naturally carried an air of aloofness.
Unlike Brother Xiao’s simple honesty, Brother Mo’s cool detachment, or Old Ye’s casual ease, he was the Jun Family heir burdened with the responsibilities of his lineage, navigating rules and interests. How could he be swayed by her few casual words?
Thus, Shen Ci cleared her throat softly, quickly adjusted her strategy, and adopted a much more serious tone:
“Ahem, how about this…” She blinked, trying hard to appear sincere and harmless.