I Stole Three Empresses First Kisses Before I Died Now Theyve Come After Me - Chapter 04

Chapter 4: The Tsundere Master, Reunion with My Little Sister
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Translation by: Weebsread👹
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Damn.
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The instant Su Qing closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Ye Shuangling’s, a jolt of surprise shot through him. He’d never really noticed before, but now he realized—his cold, aloof master had the softest lips imaginable.
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Ye Shuangling was completely blindsided by the sudden kiss. Instinctively, she wanted to push him away, but for some reason, her half-raised hands slowly dropped, and her gaze grew hazy.
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One second.
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Ten seconds.
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A whole minute slipped by.
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It wasn’t until Su Qing’s Supreme Bone began to stir restlessly that Ye Shuangling snapped back to her senses. Her entire face flushed a vivid scarlet, like a kettle about to boil over.
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“You insolent disciple!!!”
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In the next instant, Su Qing felt himself go weightless—a single punch from Ye Shuangling sent him flying straight into a nearby trash can.
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She hadn’t used a shred of spiritual power, just pure physical strength. Yet even so, with that punch, Su Qing’s face—barely recovered from its previous swelling—blossomed anew, red and puffy all over again.
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“What the hell?!”
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“Master, where’s your sense of justice? You’re bullying a mere two-thousand-year-old like me without warning!”
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He tried to stand and fight back, only to discover his backside was firmly wedged in the trash can, no matter how he struggled.
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…
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Su Qing could only grumble inwardly in silent despair:
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How did my luck get this bad?
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Ye Shuangling, cheeks still burning, straightened her wrinkled immortal robes and strode over, her long legs carrying her to the trash can. She looked down at him from above, eyes sharp and imperious.
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“Insolent disciple, you dare lay hands on your master? Clearly, I haven’t punished you enough!”
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She didn’t even notice her tone had shifted. No longer distant and formal, she’d slipped back into the familiar cadence of master and disciple.
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“Uh…” Su Qing was momentarily at a loss for words. He managed a stiff smile and said,
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“Master, what if I told you I was momentarily possessed by a ghost—would you believe me?”
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After a round of roughhousing, the two ended up sitting side by side on the same bed. Neither spoke first. The atmosphere was… awkward, to say the least.
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Su Qing felt the sting on his face and reached for some ointment to ease the swelling. But before he could apply it, his battered, bruised face miraculously returned to its original, strikingly handsome state.
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“Huh?”
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He blinked in confusion, glancing at Ye Shuangling—only to be met with a frosty glare.
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“What are you staring at? Your master simply couldn’t bear to see you looking so hideous, so I took pity and restored your face. Don’t get used to it.”
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She finished speaking and quickly turned her head away, refusing to look at him any longer.
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Looking at his tsundere master, Su Qing was tempted to tease her a little more. But just then—
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His phone, lying on the table, suddenly rang.
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“Oh, what are you up to—ahhh~!”
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The ringtone was none other than “Lanting Chicken,” blaring obnoxiously in the quiet room.
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“What’s that noise?!”
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Ye Shuangling frowned, her gaze landing on the noisy metal gadget not far away.
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“Insolent disciple, what is this thing?”
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She’d never seen such a bizarre little contraption, let alone heard such grating sounds coming from it—certainly nothing a human could produce.
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Su Qing didn’t answer. Instead, he let the “heavenly melody” wash over him, nostalgia rising inside.
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Old memories, rising from the dead. It had been ages—countless years—since he’d last heard this ridiculous tune.
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After a few seconds, he picked up the phone and checked the screen. The caller was his lifelong companion—his little sister, Su Yanran.
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A gentle smile bloomed on Su Qing’s face, so soft even Ye Shuangling was stunned for a moment. In her memories, this disciple had always been a carefree rascal, full of schemes and mischief. She’d never seen him look so tender before.
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Without hesitation, Su Qing swiped to answer the video call.
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On the screen appeared a slender girl, her face pale as paper, not a trace of color in her cheeks.
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“Brother…”
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Su Yanran’s voice was hoarse and weak, as if every word cost her tremendous effort.
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After more than a thousand years apart, seeing his beloved sister again made Su Qing’s eyes sting with unshed tears.
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Of all the things he’d left behind on Blue Star during his years fighting and killing in the Cangxuan Realm, Su Yanran was the one he could never let go of.
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If the System hadn’t told him that time flowed differently in the two worlds, he would have abandoned every quest just to return sooner.
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“Brother, what’s wrong?”
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Seeing his reddened eyes, Su Yanran’s heart clenched with worry. The thought that her illness had stolen her brother’s best years filled her with guilt.
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After a few seconds of silence, she seemed to come to a decision.
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“Brother… maybe we should stop the treatment.”
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The words had barely left her lips when Su Qing’s face darkened. He snapped at her,
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“What nonsense are you talking about? I just haven’t seen my little Yan in so long—I missed you, that’s all.”
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He took a deep breath, steadying his voice.
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“Your illness will get better, I promise. I’m heading to the hospital right now.”
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On the other end, Su Yanran’s expression softened, but she knew the truth. Late-stage cancer didn’t just disappear. Even the hospital bills were paid for by her brother, scrimping and saving every penny.
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She’d long ago decided to give up on treatment, but Su Qing’s stubbornness kept her going, no matter how hard it got.
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After a few more words of reassurance, Su Qing hurriedly ended the call, preparing to rush to the hospital where his sister was staying.
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Ye Shuangling, who’d been quietly listening, frowned slightly.
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So, this disciple has a little sister?
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No wonder he’d gone to such lengths to return to this world—he had someone he couldn’t bear to leave behind.
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But her gaze lingered on the phone in Su Qing’s hand, curiosity piqued. In the cultivation world, high-level cultivators could transmit messages telepathically, but she’d never seen a mortal device that could rival a cultivator’s divine sense.
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“Disciple, is this thing some kind of transmission talisman?”
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As she spoke, a crystal-clear jade stone appeared in her palm out of thin air.
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“But it also has a moving image inside, like a Memory Crystal… yet it can transmit voices across distance. How curious.”
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Su Qing, halfway out the door, paused and scratched his head. “It’s called a phone. You can talk to people far away, and it does a lot of other things too.”
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“But we can talk about that later. I’ve got something urgent to handle right now.”
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He straightened his clothes and quickly twisted open the door, ready to leave.
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“Wait.”
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“You’re going to see that little girl from your phone, aren’t you?”
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Su Qing stopped in the living room and turned, giving a soft grunt of acknowledgment.
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“Take your master with you. I’m quite interested in this world.”
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…Huh?
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Take her out with him?
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Su Qing looked Ye Shuangling up and down, inwardly sighing. Flowing cyan robes, an ethereal aura, flawless beauty, and a chest that stretched the fabric to its limits—she was the very picture of an immortal goddess. If she walked out like this, she’d be the center of attention wherever they went.
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That would only bring unnecessary trouble.
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Thinking it over, Su Qing tried to persuade her gently,
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“Master, it’s not that I don’t want to take you out, but… dressed like that, you’ll draw way too much attention.”
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“To avoid any misunderstandings, maybe it’s best if you stay home and wait for me.”
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“Dressed… oddly?”
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Ye Shuangling glanced down at herself, not seeing any problem at all.
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Seeing her so oblivious to her own allure, Su Qing hesitated, then went back into his room and pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans from his closet.
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“If you really insist on going, just put on my clothes for now.”
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Ye Shuangling eyed the unfamiliar garments with suspicion, giving them a cautious sniff. There was no strange odor—if anything, they carried a faint trace of Su Qing’s scent.
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She didn’t ask any more questions, simply pushed Su Qing out of the room and shut the door.
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Bang—
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Staring at the closed door, Su Qing pouted.
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Was all that really necessary? It wasn’t like he’d never seen her before.
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He waited a moment.
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Click—
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The door opened again. The icy, imperious master was gone, replaced by the image of the girl next door—dressed in a baggy white shirt and casual jeans.
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She tugged awkwardly at the hem of the shirt, cheeks tinged pink, shooting him a shy, reproachful glare.
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“Insolent disciple, is this shirt supposed to be this tight? Why does it feel so snug on me?”
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My 4XL shirt is too small?
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Wait.
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How in the world is that possible?
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