Chapter 754: Bo Lu Qia Ya

Heimu fell silent for a moment, and mentally made another note for Sai Fei Er.

That cat was having a blast on Xianzhou and refusing to come back, but it even left a business manual that sold its own ruler down to the ground.

A Ge Lai Ya's sense of emptiness, loneliness, and cold was indeed not without cause; the target was too much of a troublemaker.

XiaDie pushed the freshly brewed tea in front of Heimu, then turned and headed toward the kitchen.

Heimu lifted the teacup, took a sip; the tea was clear, with a faint hint of floral scent.

Huh.

Heimu put the cup down, leaned back against the chair, feeling the string in the chest that had been taut since entering Weng Fa Luo Si finally loosen by half an inch.

Heimu had gone through too much today.

She watched two muscular men in front of her switch seamlessly from academic sparring to dance battle.

By contrast, sitting now in this quiet, warm‑yellow, flower‑scented room, drinking tea brewed by a demure girl, was sheer heaven.

Especially since XiaDie had so far behaved completely normally—speech, manner, temperament, even the tea‑pouring was textbook‑perfect for a tea‑ceremony tutorial.

After being grilled by Feng Jin about button philosophy… and after being licked on black silk by Xi Lian, Heimu's threshold for the word "normal" had been lowered to an almost nonexistent level.

At this moment, any Golden Descendant who could engage in a full social conversation with her without sexual innuendo, philosophical interrogation, or explosives was, in her eyes, surrounded by a halo of holy light.

Then Heimu recalled those three entries.

Doujin girl. Two red Lock icons.

Her finger paused.

So far, she truly hadn't noticed any abnormality.

If the entry's effect is latent, it probably hasn't triggered yet; if the effect is already present but perfectly concealed by the other party, then this daughter of the Underworld River ranks several tiers above Na Ke Xia's direct‑clothing‑burst level.

At that moment, a muffled thump came from behind a certain white wooden door.

It sounded like something soft hitting the board, followed by a suppressed rubbing noise.

Heimu tilted their head. "What?"

A violet‑black perception spread silently, pierced the door, projecting the scene inside the room fully onto Heimu's retina.

A girl was bound to the bed.

Purple‑white shoulder‑length hair lay messily on the pillow, eyes tightly shut, eyelashes resting calmly on the lower lids.

Her face was almost identical to XiaDie's—same oval face, same delicate nose bridge, even the curve of the pointed ears matched, glowing with an abnormal red hue.

She wore a plain light‑colored long dress, the hem crumpled and rolled above the knees, exposing fair calves.

White strips bound her wrists and ankles to the bedposts; the knots were neat, leaving no red marks yet impossible to escape.

A white handkerchief was stuffed in her mouth, tied tightly behind the head with a purple ribbon.

Bo Lu Qia Ya.

Heimu silently whispered the name in their heart.

Um…

XiaDie's sister.

She twitched on the bed, knees bending as she tried to roll over; the strips tightened with a faint squeak, then she fell back onto the mattress, chest rising, emitting a short muffled grunt from the blocked mouth.

Heimu leaned back slightly.

"What's the situation?"

XiaDie's sister was bound in XiaDie's room.

The strips used were XiaDie's.

The binding was exquisite, even the bow was tied perfectly.

"Normal sisters?"

Footsteps came from the side door.

Heimu instantly withdrew the perception, placed the right hand back on the hat brim, crossed the other leg, and their expression returned to an unruffled state.

She even casually turned the ceramic jar on the low table, adjusting the two Antiling flowers to a more pleasing orientation.

XiaDie returned carrying a small tray.

The tray held several pieces of pastry, shaped like confections made of flower petals and honey, dusted with a layer of silver powder.

She set the tray on the low table, sat on the soft chair beside it, hands folded on the knees, spine perfectly straight.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't total silence, but a pause as if both waited for the other to speak first.

Heimu decided to break the stalemate.

"By the way, I recall you have a sister, right?"

She set down the teacup, trying to make her tone sound casual, "Is her name… Bo Lu Qia Ya? After Weng Fa Luo Si reappeared, the sister is also here, right?"

XiaDie's hand holding the teacup froze.

"Your memory is impressive."

XiaDie placed the teacup back on the saucer, the porcelain barely audible, "Bo Lu Qia Ya is indeed present."

"Then where does she live? Also in this building?"

"She has her own room."

XiaDie's tone remained calm and gentle, but she answered a beat faster, "However, she's been feeling unwell lately, making it inconvenient to receive guests. If you have business with her, I can convey it another day."

"Unwell? Even Golden Descendants get sick?"

"Bo Lu Qia Ya's constitution is rather unique."

XiaDie's gaze drifted slightly, landing on the top page of the stack of paper on the tea table, "She's been like this since childhood. I've always taken care of her."

Heimu stared into XiaDie's eyes.

Those light‑purple pupils calmly returned her gaze, clear to the bottom, without any flicker, without any evasion.

If she hadn't just seen with her own eyes Bo Lu Qiya bound to the bed struggling, she probably would have believed this nonsense outright.

Heimu put the cup in his hand down.

The porcelain base struck the low table, its sound twice as loud as the one XiaDie just made.

She uncrossed her legs, interlaced her ten fingers on her knees, and leaned forward slightly.

The shadow of the hat brim moved off her face, revealing those violet‑black eyes.

The lingering awkwardness from wandering in the flower field for half a day completely evaporated.

All that remained was a Calm scrutiny.

"I just saw your sister."

"You're referring to—"

XiaDie's hand holding the teacup paused in midair.

"On the right corridor, behind the second door. It looks like they're using your banners and ribbons."

Heimu's tone carried neither reproach nor interrogation, merely stating a fact she had witnessed herself: "Bo Lu Qiya is bound to the bed, something stuffed in her mouth. She is struggling."

Silence.

XiaDie's hand lingered in midair for a full three seconds, then slowly returned the teacup to its saucer.

The clatter of the porcelain this time was not as light as before.

Her lashes drooped, a violet fringe covering most of her face, obscuring her expression.

The butterfly hair ornament hung silently among her strands, not a ripple.

Heimu watched the teacup that had been set down and exhaled a sigh of relief deep within.

Alright, the demure girl's persona has finally cracked.

All the Golden Descendant she met today, from the first to the last, none could maintain their persona until the conversation ended without breaking character.

She should have guessed it long ago.

When will Aha's entry remain only on the surface?