Chapter 111: Please Draw Several Difference Versions, Thank You

“He Yimo, I was only gone for minutes, and you’re already flirting with everyone?”

Mo Yuyan appeared behind him, her tone icy but her arms crossed, a subtle frown softening her otherwise cold gaze.

Once was a coincidence, twice was suspicious, thrice was ridiculous, and four times… pure exasperation…

Mo Yuyan felt she should be the one with the charm-type constitution, not He Yimo! Otherwise, how could he effortlessly charm any girl, anywhere?

What frustrated her most was that he always left them blushing, as if minutes of chatting unlocked some forbidden secret.

“Damn it!”

He Yimo flinched at the sudden chill behind him. He turned, swallowing nervously, remembering his earlier lewd conversation with Du Xiangwan. His face flushed with embarrassment.

“Senior Sister, you walk so silently! Appearing like that is scary.”

“Was it my silence, or your flirting with Xiangwan being too absorbing?”

Mo Yuyan was exasperated yet amused. She tapped her heel lightly against the floor, a crisp, melodic sound that left He Yimo speechless.

Come to think of it, Mo Yuyan had been there all along. He’d just been too captivated by Du Xiangwan to notice.

“But Senior Sister, I wasn’t flirting! I didn’t do anything to Senior Sister Du…”

He Yimo whistled nonchalantly, hands behind his back.

Mo Yuyan eyed him skeptically, then glanced at Du Xiangwan hiding behind him—blushing even more shyly than Yun Jin had at first.

“Then why were you so close to her face?”

“We were discussing business!”

“What business?”

“A commission.”

“What kind of commission?”

Without warning, Mo Yuyan crossed her arms, her heel tapping rhythmically—a series of pointed questions fired rapid-fire.

Only when He Yimo’s face showed confusion did she realize the odd tension between them.

“Senior Sister… I didn’t do anything outrageous… Are you interrogating me too thoroughly?”

He Yimo narrowed his eyes strangely pleased, feeling roles had subtly reversed.

Meanwhile, Mo Yuyan bit her lip, unsure how to respond.

True—as his Senior Sister, not his Dao-companion, she had no right to meddle in his private affairs. Du Xiangwan wasn’t Yun Jin; their bond wasn’t deep. Logically, she shouldn’t intervene.

After a moment’s silence, Mo Yuyan finally spoke, stopping her heel-tapping:

“He Yimo… do you think I care for you, which is why I control you?”

The proud smirk on He Yimo’s face froze. His heart skipped a beat. He’d gone too far, yet her words stirred genuine unease.

He fell silent, lowering his gaze to meet her eyes.

“Yes…” he murmured.

But just as his confidence wavered, Mo Yuyan curved her lips into a knowing smile: “You’re right.”

“Because I do care for you, Senior Sister must keep you in check—not letting you flirt around recklessly.”

He Yimo gaped. Even Du Xiangwan, eavesdropping nearby, widened her eyes in shock.

Mo Yuyan showed no shame. She’d embraced a simple truth: when uncertain, sincerity is the ultimate trump card.

“He Yimo, if you don’t want my attention—if you’d rather be like those idle Linjun Pavilion disciples, chasing after new Junior Sisters…”

“Then say so. Senior Sister will back off. Live as you wish. Just don’t die.”

Unconsciously, Mo Yuyan regained the upper hand, her tone echoing a true master’s. She had earned this right—since Mudao Sheng rarely taught, she’d shouldered both Senior Sister and Master duties since He Yimo’s arrival.

Yet, she’d deftly sidestepped the key issue He Yimo had raised. Regardless, he was now genuinely unnerved.

“Senior Sister… you know I came to Wuji Sect to admire you…” He Yimo meekly surrendered.

But just as Mo Yuyan seemed satisfied with a cold hum, a small panda head peeked out from behind him.

“Um… Senior Sister Mo… I think… you might have misunderstood Junior Brother He…”

Du Xiangwan couldn’t stay silent. Despite her shyness, a flicker of justice urged her forward.

The atmosphere turned awkward again.

“?” Mo Yuyan looked over, feeling a strange déjà vu—just like when Yun Jin had blushing defended He Yimo on Soot-Stained Peak. Coincidence?

Though Mo Yuyan had no reason to suspect anything, she couldn’t help but wonder if He Yimo truly had some charm-type constitution.

“Actually, Junior Brother He wanted me to paint a picture…” Du Xiangwan spoke softly.

At the word “picture,” her face flushed crimson. She recalled how their “sketch” discussion had somehow turned into something… lewd about Senior Sister Mo.

Of course, Du Xiangwan had principles. She’d never agreed to a nude version.

This thought gave her a surge of “righteous” backing, her guilt lessening as she met Mo Yuyan’s gaze.

After all, I’m an artist of principle!

“A painting?” Mo Yuyan’s interest piqued again.

But before Du Xiangwan could speak, He Yimo jumped in, his expression growing more evasive.

“Yes! Yes, a painting!” “He Yimo, why are you sweating so much?” Mo Yuyan’s brow arched, intrigued by the strange chemistry between them.

“What exactly did you commission Senior Sister Du to paint?” she asked.

Honestly, Mo Yuyan was bewildered. In the mere minutes she’d been gone, how had He Yimo and Du Xiangwan bonded so quickly?

Yet, recalling their Go game conversation earlier, a puzzle piece clicked. He Yimo did have an odd magnetism—whether through wit or charm, he commanded attention. Even initial annoyance faded with time. Living under the same roof, her gaze had softened; without this little pervert, days felt dull.

“Actually, Junior Brother He wanted me to paint a sketch of Senior Sister Mo!” Sensing He Yimo’s rising panic, Du Xiangwan bit her lip and stepped forward, half-truthfully.

Before speaking, she’d given He Yimo a trust me look—a perfect customer service smile!

Meanwhile, Mo Yuyan froze, her eyes widening slightly. She looked at He Yimo, then at his flushed, nervous expression—and understood another layer.

Perhaps… He Yimo’s blush wasn’t guilt over talking to Du Xiangwan. It was shame over his secret request to paint Mo Yuyan!

Suddenly, it was Mo Yuyan’s turn to blush, flustered. After all, besides her parents, no one had ever offered to paint her.

“S-so… you two whispering so close… was to discuss sketching me?” Her voice became halting.

Karma moved fast—He Yimo himself hadn’t anticipated this twist, escaping danger and even flustering his Senior Sister.

“Y-yes…” “Because I cherish life on Soot-Stained Peak. To meet a Senior Sister as beautiful and kind as you, willing to teach me swordsmanship personally…” “In my heart, Senior Sister Mo, you are my Master, my reborn parent…” “So I asked Senior Sister Du to paint a portrait of us together—as a keepsake. If fate parts us in the future, I can look at this painting and remember these precious days with you.”

He Yimo spoke softly, head bowed, weaving such a vivid scene it tugged at heartstrings.

Mo Yuyan hadn’t expected He Yimo to be so emotionally perceptive. But recalling their near-death experiences at the Mountain God Temple, she understood his sentiment. In that moment, they had been worlds apart.

“You’re right…” “In this cultivation world, strength rules. Cultivators fight endlessly; parting with those we cherish is inevitable.”

Mo Yuyan sighed, her gaze softening with tenderness. She wasn’t heartless. If He Yimo cherished her so deeply, how could she bear to wrongly accuse such a grateful and devoted disciple?

“Fine. It’s just a small matter. Senior Sister agrees.” “If you’d spoken sooner, I wouldn’t have misunderstood.”

She sighed, patting his still-flustered cheek, a warm smile on her lips.

At the same time, she glanced at Du Xiangwan, who’d been watching dumbfounded:

“Xiangwan, if you’re free tonight, come with us to Soot-Stained Peak to paint.”
“Ah… o-okay!”

Du Xiangwan snapped back to reality, nodding rapidly. Looking at He Yimo’s masterful acting and Mo Yuyan’s moved smile, she felt a strange mix of guilt and admiration.

Honestly, she thought her own improvisation was brilliant. Yet He Yimo… he lied without a shred of hesitation, spinning an absurdly heartwarming family portrait from a lewd nude request!

Was this logical? He Yimo was practically deceiving Senior Sister’s pure feelings!

Swallowing hard, Du Xiangwan eyed He Yimo warily. A handsome, smooth-talker like him could charm even the coldest sword immortal—what chance did a soft target like her stand?

…Wait, why am imagining myself being flirted with?

Though he tricked Senior Sister Mo, he was always good to me. He gave me money and never bullied me!

Du Xiangwan shook her head, banishing the absurd thought. The customer is king!

“Um… Senior Sister Mo, I just remembered… I still have several commissioned arrays to finish…”
“How about I hold this commission? In two days, when I’m done, I’ll come to Soot-Stained Peak for your portrait?”

Before leaving, Du Xiangwan halted, recalling her workload.

Mo Yuyan wasn’t offended; Du Xiangwan was naturally soft-spoken. Her quick agreement had been instinctive.

“No problem. Suit your schedule.”

“He Yimo, it’s late. Time for sword practice.”

Mo Yuyan said coolly, sheathing Frost-Humming Sword. She turned and walked away, graceful and dignified—an aura refined by both cultivation and noble upbringing.

Even to Du Xiangwan, her effortless, sword-immortal radiance was awe-inspiring.

Senior Sister is beautiful and cool… When can I stand tall like her?

Sighing at her own bleak fate, Du Xiangwan dismissed the daydream.

But just as she lowered her head to return to the teahouse…

The white-robed youth, who should have followed Mo Yuyan, sprinted back:

“Senior Sister Du, this is for you!”
“If you’re free, open it and take a look!”

He Yimo smiled faintly, slipping a small scroll into her hand. Then, grabbing the railing, he flipped down to the first floor, chasing after Mo Yuyan’s departing form.

—

After his figure vanished, Du Xiangwan blinked, returning to her senses.

Carefully, she unrolled the scroll—

“Compared to complex celestial charts, pure artistic creation suits you better.”
—?!!

Her face burned again, even if she didn’t understand “celestial charts.”

“Xiangwan, what are you reading? Did another boy confess to you?”

Several female disciples from Linjun Pavilion approached.

Du Xiangwan quickly hid the scroll, shaking her frantically: “No! Nothing like that!”

Only after they left did she secretly unroll it again, flipping to the back—

“P.S., please paint Senior Mo in ‘difference’ versions. Keep a separate copy for me, okay?”
“Also, the differences should have 8D glossy black stockings.” (tln : this is too lewd , google it)

At the end, a cartoon character was bowing, begging like a kowtow/dogeza ( Tln : Orz ) .

Du Xiangwan blinked. The warmth in her face turned into speechlessness.

“Young Master He…”
“Truly hopeless…”

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