Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The moment Nalan Yanran stepped across the threshold, she was like a piece of melting ice.

The coldness on that frosty face receded like the tide, replaced by a tenderness that only appeared in front of Yun Yun.

"Teacher~~"

Her voice was drawn out, soft and sweet, like a glutinous rice ball being caressed by a spring breeze in the water towns of Jiangnan.

Then, the girl in the moon-white dress rushed into Yun Yun's arms.

Yun Yun was knocked backward by the impact, but quickly regained her balance and reached out to put her arm around Nalan Yanran's waist.

Her lips curved slightly upward, and her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with doting affection, like a pool of water rippling in the spring breeze.

"How old are you? Still acting like this~"

Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of helplessness, indulgence, and an indescribable joy.

"Even at the highest level, you're still a student of your teacher!"

Nalan Yanran buried her face in Yun Yun's neck and said in a muffled voice.

Yunyun's embrace was warm, carrying a faint fragrance, like orchids blooming in a valley, pure yet not cold, elegant yet not vulgar.

She could feel the teacher's hand gently patting her back, the rhythm slow and gentle, like soothing a cuddly cat.

Nalan Yanran closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It smells good.

So soft.

So comfortable!

Two images suddenly appeared in my mind.

One of them is Wanwan, the white-clad witch, who is probably lying alone on the cold stone bed of the Yin Gui Sect, staring blankly at the dark blue light screen.

The other one was Ye Chen, the guy sitting cross-legged in the cave in Kunlun Mountain, surrounded by only three mortal teammates and a tiger demon that had been beaten into submission.

Nalan Yanran's lips curled up slightly, and she silently made a victory sign in her heart.

Can you two stick to your master like I do?

Can't you?

snort!

She tightened her arms around Yunyun and buried herself even deeper in her embrace.

But soon, that sense of triumph faded, replaced by a deeper, more complex emotion.

Nalan Yanran opened her eyes and her gaze fell on Yun Yun's profile.

This face is really beautiful.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was as white as solidified cream, and her features were so exquisite that they looked like a work of art meticulously crafted by a craftsman.

But what Nalan Yanran saw was more than just the beauty of that face.

What she saw was Yun Yun's fate in the original work.

She was spied on while bathing by Xiao Yan and forced into a pact with him. When the Yunlan Sect was destroyed, she was forced to flee to a distant land, and in the end...

Although he survived, can time truly erase those scars, those humiliations, and that helplessness?

Nalan Yanran's fingers curled slightly as she gripped Yun Yun's clothes tightly.

No.

This life is different.

She is coming!

She is Nalan Yanran, Yun Yun's last disciple, and the person closest to Yun Yun in the world.

She won't let those melodramatic plots and tragedies that shouldn't have happened repeat themselves.

You stinky Xiao Yan, what gives you the right to build a harem?

Why are you able to have women on your left and right, surrounded by beauties?

Do you deserve it?

Nalan Yanran snorted coldly in her heart.

Women should stick together... uh, no, that's not right.

She paused suddenly, her brows furrowing slightly.

I may be female by gender, but I'm still a man at heart.

and so……

Nalan Yanran blinked, her lips curving upwards into a meaningful smile.

Therefore, it should be me, Nalan Yanran, who builds the harem!

Teacher, don't worry, I will protect you in this lifetime.

I will shield you from all the pain and humiliation that you should not have to endure.

Your destiny, starting today, will be rewritten by me.

Nalan Yanran silently made this vow in her heart, then raised her head and met Yun Yun's eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

Yun Yun was looking down at her, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes full of tenderness.

"What are you thinking about?"

She reached out and gently brushed the stray strands of hair from Nalan Yanran's forehead, her movements as gentle as if she were touching a fragile piece of porcelain.

"It's nothing."

Nalan Yanran shook her head and straightened up from Yun Yun's embrace, but her hand was still clutching Yun Yun's clothes. "I just... missed you, Teacher."

Yun Yun chuckled softly, like a wind chime swaying gently in a breeze.

"You've only been gone a few days, and you already miss your teacher?"

"I've always wanted to~~"

Nalan Yanran said confidently.

Yun Yun shook her head and didn't say anything more, but just reached out and patted her head.

"Alright, stop being so cute."

Her tone carried a hint of helplessness, but the doting affection in her eyes was impossible to hide. "Tell me, how did things go at the Xiao family this time?"

Nalan Yanran straightened up from Yun Yun's arms, but instead of sitting back on the futon, she leaned to the side and rested her head on Yun Yun's lap, curling up like a lazy cat.

"Teacher, let me tell you, that Xiao Yan is so much fun!"

Her voice was tinged with excitement, and her eyes sparkled as if she had discovered some interesting toy.

Yun Yun looked down at the delicate face on her lap and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the tip of her nose: "You went to annul the engagement, and you were just playing around with it?"

"No, no!"

Nalan Yanran waved her hand and began to speak animatedly, "I originally planned to politely annul the engagement, and I even prepared ten Qi Gathering Pills as compensation. Isn't that enough to save face?"

"As soon as I opened my mouth, Xiao Yan exploded!"

She sat up abruptly, mimicking Xiao Yan's posture, clenching her fists, straightening her back, her small face tense, and lowering her voice to imitate, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"

Looking at her lifelike appearance, Yun Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her laughter was clear and melodious, echoing softly in the hall.

"Is this how you copy others?"

"Teacher, please don't laugh, I haven't finished yet!"

Nalan Yanran leaned back again, burying her face in Yun Yun's clothes and rubbing against her, and said in a muffled voice, "I only took out ten Qi Gathering Pills after he shouted, and his face turned red immediately, and he stood there speechless for a long time."

"And then?"

"He accepted it later!"

Nalan Yanran raised her head, her eyes curving into crescents. "It would be such a waste not to take them; those are ten Qi Gathering Powders!"

Yun Yun shook her head, reached out and gently brushed the stray strands of hair from her forehead, her movements tender and indulgent: "My Yanran, why are you acting like a money-grubber?"

"I'm not a money-grubber!"

Nalan Yanran pouted, "Teacher, let me tell you, that Xiao Yan is really not simple."

"Although his cultivation level is low now, I believe he will definitely make a comeback!"

Seeing her blatant attempt to cover up her embarrassment, Yun Yun's smile deepened in her clear, autumn-water-like eyes.

"My Yanran, when did you learn to read people?"

"I have always..."

Nalan Yanran was about to say something more when suddenly, a strange feeling welled up from the depths of her body.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she stopped speaking abruptly.

Oh no! The Infinite Devouring Talent absorbed too much energy. I was so busy chatting that I forgot to convert it into a cultivation level!

"Yanran?"

Yunyun noticed her unusual behavior and frowned slightly.

Nalan Yanran sat up abruptly, her eyes wide, her delicate face filled with disbelief: "Teacher, I feel like I'm about to break through again!"

Yun Yun was slightly taken aback: "Hmm?"

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the hall.

The wind came without warning, rising from the void, howling and swirling within the hall, making the strings of the ancient zither on the table buzz and the gauze curtains on the windows flutter wildly.

The fighting spirit between heaven and earth seemed to be drawn by some force, surging wildly towards Nalan Yanran.

Those invisible energies converged into visible air currents, surging and churning within the hall, like milky-white ribbons wrapping around Nalan Yanran before rushing wildly into her body.

Nalan Yanran closed her eyes, and her aura was rising at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye, she crossed a minor realm, and her momentum showed no signs of weakening...

Yun Yun sat on the futon and looked up at her disciple.

In those eyes, as clear as autumn water, doubt gradually froze, replaced by an undisguised shock.

"what?"