Chapter 60 | My Cheat System Made Me Changming Sect's Richest Disciple

Three years later, Wenjian Sect.

Beneath the wisteria tree at the edge of the cliff, falling blossoms drifted through the air, layers of purple flowers hanging down like a curtain.

Luo Qingyu sat on a swing at the cliff's edge, her fingers lightly tugging at the vines as she swung herself absentmindedly.

Footsteps slowly approached. Even without turning around, she knew who it was and spoke softly, “You're here.”

Clad in a black Sect Master brocade robe, Ye Qinghan stopped in his tracks. Normally serious and cold in front of outsiders, the harshness in his eyes had completely melted away, replaced by a trace of gentleness.

He nodded slightly and gave a low reply, “Yes.”

Luo Qingyu turned her head, a faint smile rippling in her eyes as she teased, “Leaving a hall full of sect affairs unhandled to come here just to accompany me—won't that guy Chu Xingzhi throw another tantrum?”

Ye Qinghan walked over to the swing and reached out to steadily hold the swaying rope. His expression was completely natural as he said in a serious tone, “As the Grand Elder of the sect, managing mundane affairs is within his duties. Accompanying you is the top priority.”

Just as he finished speaking, a few soft sounds came from the stone steps not far away. Chu Xingzhi, Zuo Yi, Xia Qing, and Zhu You happened to be passing by, and they heard every single word perfectly.

Chu Xingzhi's face darkened on the spot, and he said sourly, “So it turns out I was born just to work for the two of them?”

“The Sect Master slacks off and dates every day, dumping all the hard and tiring work on me. This is simply too much!”

Xia Qing watched with great interest and laughed softly, “Only Senior Sister Luo can wrap our usually emotionless Sect Master Ye around her finger.”

Zuo Yi quickly chimed in, “Exactly, exactly! Beauty is indeed a ruinous distraction.”

Zhu You stood to the side as well, shaking her head helplessly, already long accustomed to how the two interacted.

Hearing their teasing, Luo Qingyu felt even more playful. She slowly brought up the past, “Speaking of which, I still remember that match in the individual competition of the Tournament.”

Ye Qinghan lowered his eyes slightly, and his sealed memories instantly flooded back.

Back then, she wore a red sect uniform, pointing her sword at him, her striking, androgynous face stunning the entire crowd.

He had painstakingly cultivated the Heartless Sword Dao for many years, possessing a steadfast Dao Heart. Yet, through their repeated encounters, his Dao Heart had been thrown into chaos by this “Changming Sect youth.”

During the Tournament, he had suffered through days and nights of self-reflection, believing it absurd and obsessive of him to fall for a man. Yet, despite his inner turmoil and pain, he couldn't bear to let go of these feelings, and had already prepared himself to shoulder all of society's criticism.

It wasn't until the most intense moment of their individual match that his sword qi accidentally sliced through the jade hairpin binding her hair.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down, shedding her male disguise to reveal her pure, exquisite, and otherworldly female appearance.

The entire arena fell dead silent. He froze on the spot, all his struggles and inner conflict instantly vanishing.

It turned out that the youth who had become his deep obsession was, from the very beginning, someone who matched him, someone he could spend the rest of his life with.

Thinking of what happened back then, the tips of Ye Qinghan's ears quietly flushed a light red.

Seeing him like this, Luo Qingyu deliberately leaned closer and pressed, “Back then, did you really think you liked men?”

The base of his ears grew slightly warm. He lowered his head a fraction and nodded gently, his voice extremely soft, “Yes.”

“Once the fourth round of the Tournament ended, I had already set my heart on you.”

In that single, brief sentence lay the clumsy, unwavering devotion that no one had known of back then.

Such a pure and clumsy love caused Luo Qingyu's heart to soften completely.

She stood slightly on her tiptoes and leaned in close to his ear, her warm breath gently brushing against his face. With a faint smile, she said softly, enunciating every word, “Then thank you, husband, for losing your heart to me back then.”

The word “husband” softly entered his ears. Ye Qinghan's entire body suddenly stiffened, and he subconsciously swallowed.

His fair ears instantly flushed a deep red, the blush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down his neck, and a searing panic completely filled his cold eyes.

Before he could snap out of it, Luo Qingyu raised her hand, gently grabbed the black lapels of his robe at his chest, and pulled him down slightly with a bit of force.

She tilted her head up and kissed his slightly cool, thin lips without hesitation.

It was a light kiss, gentle yet domineering, carrying a blatant sense of playfulness and favoritism. The sweet fragrance of wisteria instantly sent a tremor through his heart.

The gossip-loving quartet beneath the pavilion instantly froze, their pupils shrinking in shock.

Xia Qing reacted extremely fast, immediately reaching out to cover Zhu You's eyes tightly, saying in a panic, “Don't look, Junior Sister! See no evil!”

Zhu You slapped the hand away, her face full of exasperation. “I'm already a sect elder. What kind of scene haven't I witnessed? Do you really need to block my eyes?”

Zuo Yi and Xia Qing were instantly embarrassed. They scratched their heads awkwardly, exchanged a glance, and hurriedly tried to save face, “Right, right, right! See no evil, see no evil! We won't look!”

Chu Xingzhi's scalp tingled from the sight, and he felt uncomfortable all over from jealousy. He fiercely whipped his sleeve, “I can't watch this! It's simply an offense to public decency!”

Having said that, he was the first to turn and leave in a huff. Zuo Yi and Xia Qing followed closely behind, quickly slipping away, leaving only Zhu You, who cast a smiling glance at the two before turning and departing gently.

The wind blew down the wisteria flowers on the swing, slowly letting them fall onto their shoulders.

After the kiss, Luo Qingyu did not let go. She still lightly gripped his lapels, her eyes curving like crescents, rippling with a sweet and sly smile.

It took Ye Qinghan a long while before he could barely suppress the surging heat in his heart. Stretching out a long arm, he pulled her securely into his embrace, his voice low, raspy, and full of doting affection.

“A-Yu, don't always tease me like this. I won't be able to hold back.”

She leaned obediently against Ye Qinghan's warm chest and replied softly, “Can't I tease my own husband?”

As soon as Luo Qingyu looked up, she met Ye Qinghan's eyes. Seeing that deep, somewhat hungry gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she decisively chose to shut her mouth.