Chapter 2: 2. Within a Foot, One Can Be an Enemy to the State

2. Within a foot, one can be an enemy to the state.

Soon, the car arrived at the Luzhou Cultivation Academy located on Dashu Mountain.

The car drove inside, and there were very few people around.

After some introductions by Shen Zhilu.

Qin Yuan only then learned that everyone in the academy had gone into the spatial rifts to cultivate (or rather, to kill monsters).

Because contact with the otherworld has only lasted a mere few decades, Earth's cultivation methods are still very crude; one must either fight the creatures of the otherworld or eat them.

They arrived at their residence, a small garden named Shen Garden.

As Qin Yuan got out of the car, he silently collected all the hair he had shed.

In a world of the extraordinary, having hair scattered about is a very dangerous thing.

Just the methods Qin Yuan has mastered for cursing someone using their hair number no fewer than ten.

Hmm, there is still one more.

With a thought, Qin Yuan retrieved a single strand of hair that had fallen in the corner.

I’ve been losing quite a bit of hair lately.

Qin Yuan’s subtle movements escaped the notice of the inattentive Shen Yaoqiao, but did not escape the observant Shen Zhilu, who nodded slightly in approval.

A moment later.

Shen Zhilu parked the car, gave a few brief instructions, and then left empty-handed for the heavily guarded spatial rift.

Unlike ordinary cultivators, Shen Zhilu himself is the best weapon.

Under the guidance of Shen Yaoqiao, Qin Yuan entered the house.

It was empty inside.

"Where is Godmother?"

Qin Yuan had another godmother named Huang Ying.

In his memory, Huang Ying doted on her daughter to an extreme degree; she was literally afraid she would break if held in her hands, or melt if kept in her mouth.

Huang Ying bears the primary responsibility for Shen Yaoqiao’s lack of ambition, spoiled nature, bad temper, and laziness.

"Mom has class this morning," Shen Yaoqiao said, her pretty face stern as she brought over a plate of tomatoes sprinkled with white sugar.

"Try the tomatoes; they call them Vermilion Fruits in the otherworld."

Qin Yuan reached out a dog-like paw, only to be slapped back by Shen Yaoqiao.

He switched to using chopsticks to pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.

As expected of otherworld tomatoes, the taste was excellent.

After swallowing, a surge of immense power immediately coursed through his limbs and bones, and he felt as if he were about to float away.

"How is it?"

"This tomato tastes like a tomato."

Qin Yuan said with a serious expression.

Shen Yaoqiao was stunned for a moment, her eyes becoming bright and sparkling: "When people are killed, they die."

"The last time I was this speechless was the last time."

"As the saying goes: as the saying goes."

"The greater the ability, the greater the ability."

"After peeling a banana, you will find a peeled banana."

"Stop."

Qin Yuan almost slapped himself; he had let his guard down and started playing with nonsense literature again.

Shen Yaoqiao, who was having fun, pouted her bright red lips—her little brother was becoming less fun as he grew up—put the plate back, and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket.

"I’ve written all the precautions on this paper."

Then, she left with a waft of fragrance.

Qin Yuan’s gaze fell on the paper, his pupils trembling; he could be certain that the handwriting on the paper was not Shen Yaoqiao’s.

He looked up at Shen Yaoqiao’s swaying figure; could Sister Yaoqiao have been possessed?

A thick, intense murderous intent rose from the deepest part of Qin Yuan’s heart, yet his face remained without a ripple.

It was not at all strange that Qin Yuan would have such a thought.

The war between Earth and the otherworld began precisely because creatures from the otherworld were plundering the people of Earth.

In the otherworld, only high-level creatures possess human form, also known as the Innate Dao Body, which is highly suitable for cultivation.

When the first batch of otherworld creatures saw so many humans, they were almost collectively scared witless.

After contact, they discovered that the humans of Earth were all weaklings.

At first, they felt insulted, and then they developed a greed for the physical bodies of Earthlings.

Then,

they were severely taught a lesson by Earth’s super-weapons.

Of course, Earth also paid a heavy price.

Many people developed the habit of being an enemy to the state within a foot of themselves.

Boom, the familiar sound of a water heater turning on rang out.

"It’ll be ready to wash in a moment."

Shen Yaoqiao held a brand-new sky-blue plastic basket in her fair, white hands, containing unopened shower gel, shampoo, and other items.

Qin Yuan reached out and pointed, and a faint light, invisible to the naked eye, flew out.

This was a restriction he had developed back home using a small, broken door of unknown origin he had picked up; he had even given it a flashy name: the Seven Arts of Immortal Prohibition, which could (theoretically) restrict any living creature.

Shen Yaoqiao immediately discovered that she could not move from head to toe, and when she tried to speak, she found she could not.

Could it be that Qin Yuan wants to...

I am your god-sister.

Did you misunderstand the meaning of god-sister?

The moment Qin Yuan reached out his rough, large hand, Shen Yaoqiao blushed from her beautiful, exquisite face down to her swan-like, fair, and slender neck, looking just like a cooked lobster.

Don't let her vixen-like face fool you; her figure was shockingly good.

Deep down, she was very innocent and shy.

To her surprise, Qin Yuan’s finger only lightly touched the center of her brow.

What kind of move is this?

Shen Yaoqiao’s little head was confused.

She had secretly watched romantic kung fu films, and she had never seen a beginning like this.

Suddenly, a scorching hot current slowly surged into her spiritual platform.

Could it be that Qin Yuan wants to have a spiritual union with me?

"Strange, why is there nothing?" Qin Yuan’s thick eyebrows lifted slightly, and he slowly moved his finger downward with a puzzled expression.

Hmm, judging by what my little brother means, he is looking for something... Shen Yaoqiao’s heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly relaxed, feeling inexplicably a little disappointed.

Immediately after, she became uneasy again.

The scorching power slid all the way down along Qin Yuan’s finger.

Nothing...

Nothing...

Qin Yuan fell into extreme shock and self-doubt.

He hadn't found a single trace of the enemy.

You have to know that his cultivation level is...

Could it be—Qin Yuan thought of another possibility—the enemy had already fled.

This also shocked Qin Yuan; the enemy had actually retreated silently right in front of him.

What a terrifying level of cultivation this was.

Qin Yuan frowned and withdrew the restriction.

Shen Yaoqiao’s full, mature body collapsed backward like a pile of mud.

Qin Yuan subconsciously caught her waist.

Looking down, he saw Shen Yaoqiao’s face was flushed red, her eyes watery, looking as if she had more to say but was holding back.

A fire rose in Qin Yuan’s heart, but he immediately realized what was happening and abruptly withdrew his hand.

Bang, Shen Yaoqiao fell hard onto the specially made floor.

The pain from her skull brought Shen Yaoqiao back to her senses.

She immediately stood up with a jump, her phoenix eyes wide open, glaring at Qin Yuan.

How could you have the heart to drop such a cute god-sister on the ground?

Doesn't your conscience hurt???

Doesn't your heart hurt???

Doesn't it hurt???

Does it hurt???

Does it???

"Why has your handwriting changed?"

Qin Yuan stared at Shen Yaoqiao, asking word by word with a solemn expression.

If Shen Yaoqiao could not provide a reasonable explanation.

He would have no choice but to destroy the flower with a ruthless hand.

Shen Yaoqiao was stunned for a few seconds, then glared with her beautiful phoenix eyes and said huffily, "I wrote the characters with my left hand, so of course the handwriting is different."

So it was written with the left hand.

He had even thought she had been possessed.

Qin Yuan felt a bit more relaxed inside.

Immediately after, he wanted to curse; why on earth would she write with her left hand?

Shen Yaoqiao was an extremely intelligent person and reacted instantly, the anger on her pretty face diminishing slightly.

"Write a few more characters with your right hand for me to see."

Qin Yuan, still uneasy, said.

"Write your grandfather."

Shen Yaoqiao lifted her long legs—which could be played with for ten years—and kicked Qin Yuan hard, then twisted her slender waist and walked away with a gloomy face and a huff.