3) Aura of pill Saint!

Descending at Divine Son's residence, Ling'er was flushed red with so many things playing inside her mind.

But she quickly looked around and was surprised to know, there were no maids here.

She couldn't help but look at Zhao Fan.

Was he a eunuch?

For a child like her, she shouldn't think about such matters but she couldn't help herself.

Once a dirty mind, always a dirty mind.

But she quickly shook her head, and thought it might be due to the serious nature of cultivation.

The three-story building was good-looking, and the mountain had a Qi gathering array, the center being the house.

There was also the smell of mind-cleansing incense.

In her eyes, the Zhao family was a rich ancient noble family.

As she followed him, stepping onto the smooth stone path leading to the residence, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.

Curiosity, caution, and a sliver of excitement.

It's always thrilling to visit someone else house.

Not to mention, the Divine Son's residence was far grander than anything she had ever seen, yet it lacked the bustling presence of servants and rich decorations.

It was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

Zhao Fan walked ahead without speaking, his black robes flowing elegantly as he stepped into the grand hall.

And Ling'er followed closely, her small hands instinctively clutching the fabric of her simple dress.

This was her new house.

But, she still wasn't fully sure of her role.

Is she a servant?

Like a cleaning and cooking maid?

Her cheeks flushed red in shame.

The moment they entered, and a tea set was placed neatly on a wooden table.

The atmosphere was solemn yet strangely intimate, as if this place belonged to someone who preferred solitude overindulgence.

Zhao Fan sat down on a cushion and gestured for Ling'er to do the same.

She hesitated for a moment before settling down across from him, her hands resting on her lap, with a small pillow covering her stomach and thighs.

"You seem curious," Zhao Fan remarked, pouring himself a cup of tea.

The tea was placed in a strange jade pot where the tea would remain hot for ages.

Ling'er blinked twice before answering while composing herself.

"I just find it... unexpected. A place like this should be filled with maids and servants, yet it is so quiet, without, not even a single one,"

She spoke her heart while looking at him.

She wasn't particularly afraid to maintain eye contact.

"I dislike unnecessary distractions," Zhao Fan said simply, taking a sip of tea.

"This residence exists for cultivation, not decoration..."

Ling'er lowered her gaze, digesting his words.

A noble young master who didn't indulge in extravagance was rare.

Most men of high status she had encountered or heard of sought pleasure, yet Zhao Fan seemed indifferent to such things.

Of course, there are such men, but they have the aura of "scholar"

But, the Young Master in front of her, seems to have a mysterious aura surrounding him.

Ruthless, composed, and hidden.

"Then... what do you expect from me, Young Master?" she asked cautiously.

Zhao Fan studied her for a moment, but didn't answer.

Ling'er felt a strange chill run down her spine.

His gaze was sharp.

She felt strange.

It felt as if he could completely see through her very soul.

For a young man, he seems pretty monstrous.

"Nothing much," Finally, Zhao Fan answered, placing his empty cup on the table.

"You can do as you wish, but make sure not to make too much noise, I will be leaving now..."

Saying that,

Zhao Fan went to the courtyard.

His favorite place.

Under the pine tree, sitting in the rocking chair, he closed his eyes and felt the cold air passing through his skin.

He could feel the closeness to wind, moonlight, and cold.

It was also a good way to absorb the aura of the universe.

Meanwhile,

Ling'er saw him resting in the courtyard, looking through the window.

She doesn't know why but it feels they are kinda same.

They seem to have the same kind of aura.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning up.

But she quickly composed herself.

Yet, she can't deny she can sense a familiarity between them.

If there was any omniscient then, he could probably tell that both of them have villainous aura.

And if the system was fully functional, Zhao Fan could see her status window.

[Name: Ling'er ]

[Fate: Villainous big sister.

After leaving the toxic house where she wasn't loved by her own biological parents, who'd rather favor the adopted daughter, she was kidnapped by local thieves and was sold to a perverted gang of rogue cultivators.

After the unthinkable, she vowed revenge on the adopted sister and her family but the adopted sister had awakened the blessing of divine Phoenix and was chosen to be a holy maiden of a jade rank sect.

The difference between them was like heaven and heart.]

[Traits: Extremely possessive ( potential to be one of the most yandere females) quick learner, sharp analysis]

[Aura: gathering hate, bad luck, fake aura of pill saint ]

She continued to observe him while creating a scenario in her mind, trying to analyze him.

She doesn't know much about the Zhao family but it seems Zhao Fan was alone in this family just like how she was in her family.

'Wait did he also figure out my crisis and decide to help me solely because he pities me?'

Suddenly the realization hits her.

No wonder he asked if her family adopted a daughter or told her he sees her as an experienced one in family politics.

Maybe there was no other motive rather simply a pity.

She clutched her fist.

Maybe she calculated wrong.

However, she wasn't wrong.

Zhao Fan truly sees her as a pill-making tool, but, he is yet to know her aura of a pill saint is fake.

She isn't gifted in alchemy.

It was just a cruel game of fate, giving hope for something that never existed.