Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! The alluring woman in the arena moved as gracefully as a red butterfly. Every movement was beautiful, revealing her curves. Her veiled face revealed a captivating smile through her slightly upturned phoenix eyes. The drumbeats grew more rapid, and the woman began to spin rapidly, her delicate feet tiptoeing, her graceful figure exquisitely beautiful!

At this moment, a soft sound of a mechanism being activated came from above the flower hall, and petals scattered like rain, covering the sky. Rose petals swirled in the wind and landed on the woman in the room. With her dance, the petals fell in a dazzling display. Her dazzling dance skirt was covered with falling red petals, and a section of her bare, snow-white arm wrapped in red silk fluttered in the wind from who-knows-where.

Zhong Zhichen gripped the white jade cup in his hand, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the peerless beauty dancing gracefully in the arena. After a moment of extreme amazement, his gaze gradually darkened to an ashen black. His chiseled chin tightened, and his entire being inadvertently exuded a terrifying aura, making him resemble a raging king from hell. The delicate white jade cup was crushed into powder in his bulging iron pincers. Just as he could no longer endure it, with the sound of a drum, the woman gracefully ended her breathtakingly beautiful dance.

An eerie silence filled the flower hall; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Qin Yuechan's bright eyes swept around before settling on that ashen-faced handsome man. Her heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, "Oh no!" She had never seen Zhong Zhichen like this before. Lost in those dark, brooding eyes, she felt as if the temperature of early spring had suddenly plummeted to sub-zero. Suppressing the panic in her heart, she slowly stood up.

Someone was the first to react and shout "Good!" The loud voice woke up everyone who was immersed in the fairyland. Incredulous gazes were mixed with admiration, greed, and even jealousy, but she had no time to care, because she had heard the sound of her clothes tearing when she got up, and the bodice that was originally tight on her upper body was now a little loose.

The sharp-eyed woman spotted the crack and gasped, covering her mouth, "Her clothes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Yuechan suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She swiftly covered her red bra that was about to fall off. At the same time, a dark purple figure appeared in front of her, grabbed her exposed slender waist, and pulled her into his arms to shield her from the greedy gazes.

After a moment of dizziness, she opened her eyes to find herself in her familiar dormitory. Knowing she had embarrassed herself, she blinked her beautiful, watery eyes and looked up. Sure enough, she saw Zhong Zhichen with a livid face. Under his terrifying gaze, she couldn't help but shrink back.

"Do you know what you're doing?" His deep, almost dripping voice suppressed extreme anger as his arms tightened around her, the pain reaching her very bones.

She struggled slightly, her voice barely audible, "I... I just wanted to give you an unforgettable birthday!" Seeing him so terrifying for the first time made her feel even more wronged. She had painstakingly practiced dancing for a month in advance, and although it didn't take much effort due to her basic skills, the tiptoeing movements had worn away a layer of skin, causing her excruciating pain, all so that he would be happy. The unexpected incident at the banquet was something she hadn't anticipated. Although there were some doubts, she had no mind to think about them at the moment. Her arm, which he had pinched, was throbbing with pain, and her heart was suffocated by his piercing gaze.

"Are you trying to celebrate my birthday or are you just naturally lewd?!"

His mind was almost completely consumed by rage. Looking into her beautiful, aggrieved eyes, his heart couldn't calm down; he was consumed by a murderous rage! How could his woman dance for others?! Her delicate curves exposed to everyone's eyes! Recalling how all the men present had been captivated by her, his hawk-like eyes suddenly turned bloodshot! All the strength in his body surged to his throat!

"Ah!—" The howl, like that of a wild beast, made the roof beams tremble. The fury, containing immense inner strength, shattered the nearby vase instantly!

Qin Yuechan was like a weak animal, held tightly to his chest. She stared wide-eyed in fear at his face as he roared to the sky. All she could hear was a ringing in her ears, like radio waves. A dull pain shot through her chest, and the smell of blood welled up inside her.

It hurts so much… it feels like my internal organs have been shattered… why are the patterns on his clothes so blurry…

Finally feeling a bit relieved, he felt a weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw the little girl in his arms lying softly, a hair ornament in her hair swaying with her drooping head. Startled, he lifted her face and was shocked by the striking red at the corner of her lips. "Chan'er!" The birthday banquet ended inexplicably, but the breathtakingly beautiful dance was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds. They sighed that such a regent had such a beautiful concubine; it was truly a great blessing.

Under the persistent questioning of the ladies, Rouyu did her best to spread the word that the dancing woman was the Regent's Consort. The jealous and disdainful looks in the women's eyes made her feel very comfortable. The scheme she had devised a month ago had finally taken effect.

She walked gracefully to the center of the flower hall, where the carpeted area was covered with petals. She bent down, picked up a petal, and held it to her nose, inhaling the refreshing rose fragrance. Her gentle eyes gradually filled with a smile, but the petal was crushed into pieces.

"Qin Yuechan! I want you dead!"

A silver-gray figure emerged from behind the empty flower hall door, a dragon-shaped jade pendant swaying at his waist before finally settling down. "Are you trying to celebrate my birthday or are you just naturally lewd?!" The roar echoed in his mind, and whether from heartache or physical pain, his face gradually became wet.

Awakened by a chilling cold, she opened her eyes in panic, wanting to escape, but found that she couldn't move at all. She quickly raised her eyes and looked around. The scene of drifting clouds and mist was all too familiar. Her heart sank slightly, and her pretty face was full of frost.

"You summoned me here, why do you not appear?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a woman's soft laughter echoed in the seemingly enclosed yet spacious space. "Silly woman, how does it feel to see an old friend again?"

The ethereal voice, tinged with a playful tone, seemed unreal, yet it resonated powerfully in my ears.

Qin Yuechan frowned. More than two years had passed; why was she suddenly appearing in her dream again? Last time, she was being taught how to seduce men and how to use her to seize Liu Tingpei's empire. But after she was imprisoned by Qin Muhan and the Xuanyuan Kingdom changed hands, she stopped dreaming about it. But this time…

The woman seemed to hear her thoughts, "You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you? Don't blame me. Whenever you're hurt by a man, I naturally appear in your dreams."

Upon hearing this, she suddenly recalled Zhong Zhichen's violent appearance before she fainted, and the words he had said to her... Just thinking about it made her heart ache terribly, and she felt incredibly wronged. The accident at the banquet was not her intention, yet he called her "born promiscuous." Hah, she couldn't even remember how many men this body had been with. Wasn't that being born promiscuous?

So, did Zhong Zhichen finally reveal his long-hidden thoughts? How could such an arrogant, domineering, and powerful man, who looks down on the world, be willing to share a woman with other men? Now that he has her by his side, he must have some reservations in his heart, right?

He couldn't help but recall that a month ago, he had promised to write a letter to his second senior brother. A month had passed, and even if they were separated by a country, the letter should have arrived by now. Why hadn't his second senior brother shown up yet?

A suffocating thought appeared in her mind, but she quickly suppressed it. It couldn't be. His gaze at her in the hunting grounds two years ago still lingered in her mind. That kind of love, that deep-seated reluctance to part, how could he not rush to her after hearing news of her? If that possibility was not valid, then there was only one reason: Zhong Zhichen had only verbally agreed to her request, but had not written a letter. Everything he did was just to comfort her!

"Is thinking about these things useful?" The cold female voice rang out again, abruptly pulling her out of her thoughts.

She raised her head, her icy eyes sweeping around as she said coldly, "What I think is none of your business. You'd better stop with your tricks!"

Silence fell. All that could be seen was swirling smoke, and no one spoke. Qin Yuechan slowly closed her eyes, intending to drift off to sleep and leave this place. But the moment she closed her eyelids, a resentful voice rang in her ears, "You'd better cut off all love and affection, or you'll suffer a tragic end."

The echoes reverberated, but she had already drifted into a deep, sweet dream.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she was now fully conscious, yet she couldn't open her eyelids. Every part of her body ached, and she desperately tried to endure it, but couldn't utter a sound. She had no strength left. She could feel the fine, smooth texture of silk, indicating she was in her dormitory. Beside her, she could hear even breathing; the familiar rhythm told her it was Qing'er. She tried to speak, but after several attempts, she couldn't, and could only endure the pain and fall asleep again.

This time, for some reason, she dreamed of a place she hadn't thought of in a long time, the valley that was once filled with laughter and happiness. She walked alone on the riverbank, watching the mysterious river flow swiftly. The sun shone brightly down, and she couldn't help but shield her forehead with her hand. She looked towards the cave, and she remembered that there was a man there named Chen Zhi. He was her husband, the only man she had ever married.

A surge of joy welled up within her, and she took off running towards the cave. But when she stood at the entrance, she couldn't move her feet. Anxious, she peered into the cave, but it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. She cupped her hands to her lips like a microphone and shouted into the cave, "Chen Zhi, I'm back! Come out and meet me!"

After a while, a familiar voice rang out in the dark cave. The voice, which had been hoarse from pretending to be mute for so long, suddenly regained its footing and flew in like a joyful bird. However, Chen Zhiguang was shirtless, with his back to her and facing the wall.

A teasing smile played on her lips as she tiptoed over. Before she could even place her hand on his shoulder, he abruptly turned and grabbed it. "Wife, don't be naughty."

For some reason, these doting words made her want to cry. Holding back the tears welling up, she looked up at his face, but the moment their eyes met, she froze, standing there dumbfounded. She instinctively tried to back away in a panic, but he held her wrist tightly. "Where does Junior Sister want to go?"

Why did Chen Zhi become the senior disciple?!

"Let me go!" Her slender wrist was powerless against his grasp. Zhong Zhichen smiled sinisterly, "Has Junior Sister forgotten Senior Brother now that she has someone else? It's truly chilling." As he spoke, he pulled out a gleaming dagger from behind his back, slowly raising it. His gaze instantly turned like that of a demon from hell. "What I cannot have, I would rather destroy!"

The moment the dagger pierced down, she screamed and sat up straight, her wide eyes staring intently at the familiar green gauze curtain.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down her back, and her body went limp as she collapsed. Only then did Qin Yuechan realize that she had just had a nightmare. She gasped for breath, swallowing hard, still shaken. How terrifying! Why did she have that dream?

"Is the cicada awake?" a deep, magnetic voice called out.

With her eyes closed, she suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar. She opened her eyes abruptly and saw a middle-aged man in white. His eyes were slightly moist. Who else could it be but her master? However, the handsome uncle who was once a man of immortal bearing had aged considerably. Several deep lines appeared at the corners of his phoenix eyes, but his all-seeing eyes were as bright as they were three years ago, yet they were shrouded in a mysterious light.

Although her time at Sanqing Mountain was short, it was one of the happiest periods of her life. Ye Xianqing's fatherly love and strict teacherly guidance deeply moved this orphan. Now, after years of hardship and struggle in the mortal world, she unexpectedly saw him again. Overwhelmed by resentment, she choked out, "Master..."

Was that hoarse, unpleasant voice coming from her? She clutched her neck in surprise and disbelief. What was wrong with her voice?

Seeing her frightened look, Ye Xianqing quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, it's normal for your voice to be hoarse after a long time."

Hearing her master's words, she finally felt relieved and smiled, "When did you arrive, Master?"

He looked at her pale face and sighed with pity. "You were unconscious for seven days and didn't wake up. That's why your senior brother rushed to Sanqing Mountain to find me. Fortunately, it wasn't far away. Otherwise, if he had arrived a day later, your life would have been in danger."

Hearing her master's slightly reproachful words, she felt a warmth in her heart. However, she was somewhat surprised to learn that she had been asleep for so long. In her mind, it was just two dreams, yet seven days had passed in the blink of an eye. She couldn't help but feel that a day in the mountains was like a thousand years in the world.

At this moment, a figure in moon-white robes emerged from behind her master and sat on the edge of the bed. She turned her head and saw that it was Sister Yun! She couldn't speak, but she looked at her with gentle eyes, her watery eyes shimmering with light. Qin Yuechan's heart skipped a beat.

Sister Yun's once beautiful face now showed signs of weariness, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes, making her look even older than her master.

Remembering the meticulous care Sister Yun had given her on the mountain, a sweet smile appeared on her lips as she softly called out, "Sister Yun is here too. Chan'er missed you so much."

Sister Yun's face lit up with obvious joy. She nodded heavily, pointed to her left breast, and then to her... Qin Yuechan understood what she meant. She said, "I miss you too."

Looking at her master and Sister Yun, a deep warmth filled her heart, and she suddenly had the illusion of being with her parents. Thinking about it, she subconsciously shook her head. In modern times, she was an abandoned child with both parents, and in this life, she still couldn't escape that misfortune. She just wondered where Qin Yuechan's parents were at this moment, and whether they were still alive.

Seeing that although she was smiling, tears were streaming down her face, Sister Yun felt a pang of heartache and gave Ye Xianqing a look. He then said softly, "Why is Chan'er crying again? You've just recovered from a serious illness. It's not good for your health to keep crying."

Qin Yuechan then realized that she was already in tears. She wiped away the tears with the blanket and said between tears and laughter, "Isn't it because I'm happy to see you and Sister Yun!"

The afternoon was spent chatting among the three of them. Of course, she was in charge of talking to her master, while Sister Yun just sat aside with a gentle smile and listened. A subtle sense of kinship left a deep impression on the three of them.

They learned from their master that after she left, they sent all the disciples of Sanqing Mountain to search for her. After searching for a long time, they still found no trace of her, neither her nor her body. They guessed that she must have gone down the mountain. So the six of them went down the mountain and mobilized their forces in various countries to search for her. In addition, due to some private matters in the royal family, they did not return to Sanqing Mountain to cultivate.

She asked her master if she was lonely being all alone on the mountain.

Ye Xianqing just smiled and said that without their interference, his cultivation level would have deepened even more.

Despite his words, she noticed the fleeting sadness in his eyes, which made her feel a pang of guilt. She thought that her master would grow old in a few years and felt a deep sense of remorse. She decided to go to Sanqing Mountain to accompany her master and get rid of Zhong Zhichen's entanglement.

Thinking of him, she suddenly realized that Zhong Zhichen was nowhere to be seen after she woke up. Was he still angry with her? She felt incredibly wronged. She had only wanted to dance for him to celebrate his birthday, but things had turned out so ridiculous that she even got hurt. Thinking about it this way, she felt even more wronged. Did being angry give her the right to hurt people?

It wasn't until evening that her master and Sister Yun went to rest. She was drinking porridge with Qing'er's help. The bland millet porridge had no taste at all. All she could think about were shiny, oily meat dishes. She begged Qing'er to get some, but was sternly refused. She was told that she had been unconscious for too long and hadn't eaten anything, so she could only drink porridge. When she saw that she was still resisting, she was given a special instruction: it was Master Ye who had told her to do so!

With such a heavy burden placed on her by her master, she had no choice but to give up. However, she had no appetite for the millet porridge in front of her, so she turned her head away and refused to drink it.

Qing'er was just worrying when the bowl in her hand was taken away. She looked up and saw that it was the prince. She nodded and quietly withdrew.

Zhong Zhichen held the bowl of porridge, his gaze lingering on her with fascination. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like small fans, her pale skin was bloodless, and she breathed shallowly through her slightly parted mouth. A relieved smile appeared on his lips as he recalled how she had been lying in bed a few days ago, lifeless like a rag doll. Now, he could finally relax.