Among the seven sects within the Seven Star Sect, if the Sword Sect’s disciples are free-spirited and elegant, then the Dan Sect’s disciples are generous with their wealth, while the Dao Sect could be described as sparsely populated.
It’s not that no one wants to join the Dao Sect—many would do anything to get in.
After all, many great Dao truths realized by powerful figures are found within.
However, the Dao Sect emphasizes fate when accepting disciples.
If fate favors you, even if you haven’t begun Qi Cultivation, they’ll find a way to let you in.
On the other hand, without that fate, even someone at the Golden Core Realm won’t catch their eye.
Looks like there are luck gods and unlucky souls everywhere.
After finishing his meal, Qin Mu was dragged by his Elder Sister Qin Ruoshuang to a tall building.
Looking up, he saw a broken signboard with the words “Library Pavilion” inscribed.
High EQ: Full of historical weight.
Low EQ: This year’s budget didn’t make it.
Qin Mu’s head hurt at the sight of books, and he quickly shook his head.
“Ruoshuang-jie, no, no, you know I have no talent for reading. If it doesn’t put me to sleep, I can’t understand it.”
At first, Qin Mu didn’t believe in this curse and swore to study through the night by candlelight.
In the end, when he opened his eyes again, it was already the next day.
At home, having two Elder Sisters around wasn’t so bad—they would supervise, patiently explain cultivation techniques, and guide him hand in hand, two against one.
Qin Ruoshuang ignored her younger brother’s complaints and pulled him toward the entrance of the Library Pavilion.
The disciple on guard was dozing off when a cool, delicate fragrance jolted him awake.
He looked up—and was so startled he sat up straight.
“Qin…Qin Holy Maiden!”
The disciple immediately snapped to attention, puzzled as well.
Why would the Sword Sect’s Holy Maiden come to the Dao Sect’s Library Pavilion?
“Open the door.”
Qin Ruoshuang’s cherry lips parted slightly.
“Um…”
The disciple looked troubled.
If this were the Sword Sect, he’d open it right away.
But this was the Dao Sect—without the Sect Leader’s permit, he couldn’t.
Qin Ruoshuang’s elegant brows furrowed.
Seeing this, Qin Mu thought, This is bad.
This is Ruoshuang-jie’s “about to draw her sword and chop someone” mood.
Qin Mu hurriedly pulled out his Dao Sect Disciple Token and handed it over.
“This Senior Brother, can I go in?”
Only then did the guarding disciple notice the almost invisible presence of a young man behind the white-robed fairy.
He accepted the token and confirmed it was a Dao Sect Disciple Token.
The disciple quickly processed the entry.
“You may enter, Junior Brother.”
Qin Mu nodded his thanks and walked inside.
Qin Ruoshuang followed immediately after.
The disciple hurriedly called out,
“Qin Holy Maiden, please wai—”
Clang!
A sword rang out.
A chill of sword intent swept toward him.
The disciple panicked, dodging aside just in time.
Whoosh—
Sword Qi brushed past his face, leaving a trail of frost in the air and an icy mark on the ground.
The disciple froze, not daring to move or breathe until Qin Ruoshuang’s figure disappeared inside.
Then he collapsed, limp, to the floor.
Mama mia, the rumor that the Sword Sect’s Holy Maiden draws her sword when in a bad mood is real!
Passing through the glowing curtain at the entrance, Qin Mu found himself in an entirely new world.
From the outside, it already looked huge—but inside, it turned out to be a forcibly carved-out Little World.
This was Qin Mu’s second time seeing a Little World outside the Qin Family.
Looking back, the familiar white figure hadn’t appeared.
Qin Mu scratched his head.
Strange. Didn’t Ruoshuang-jie follow?
Oh well.
He looked at the five paths ahead.
Touching his finger to his palm, he chanted,
“One, two, three, four, five, climb the mountain to catch a tiger…”
As he was muttering, a sudden cheer erupted ahead.
“What happened?”
Driven by curiosity, Qin Mu squeezed forward to join the excitement.
A crowd had formed a circle.
In the center stood a stunning young girl in a white dress.
Her aura was different from Ruoshuang-jie’s chilly grace—this girl had a mysterious charm.
Qin Mu squinted.
There was something familiar about her.
Thinking carefully—oh!
Wasn’t she the girl from the portrait in the book he’d bought when he first joined?
I must see for myself.
“Hey, brother, may I ask what’s going on?”
Qin Mu patted the shoulder of a male disciple beside him.
The disciple glanced at Qin Mu and replied,
“It’s a confession scene. That girl’s name is Liu Zixi. Though only eighteen, she’s outstanding among new disciples and was accepted by the Sect Leader as a Personal Disciple upon entry. There are rumors she’s the Sect Leader’s daughter.”
“What! Woah, tell me more, tell me more.”
Qin Mu asked, ready to enjoy the gossip.
The male disciple perked up as he explained,
“That guy is also a Personal Disciple of the Sect Leader. Name’s Ma Tianming, in his thirties, Golden Core Realm. Ever since a few days ago, he’s been confessing to Liu Zixi every time he sees her.”
“Whoa, does Liu Zixi have that much charm?”
“Sigh, let’s not kid ourselves. Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“No. But I do believe in being tempted by her beauty.”
“There you have it!”
Ma Tianming held a Linghua purchased with a fortune from the Dan Sect, gazing passionately at the girl before him.
“Junior Sister, I, Ma, was lost at first sight of you. Please accept this Senior Brother’s feelings!”
Liu Zixi remained silent, bypassing Ma Tianming and walking deeper into the Library Pavilion.
At this, the crowd made a sound of disappointment.
“Tch—”
“Disperse, disperse. Thought it’d work today.”
“Honestly, this Senior Brother is really generous. Every time, it’s a different Linghua. The Dan Sect charges a fortune for those—ridiculously expensive.”
“Come on. Marry Junior Sister Liu and you won’t have to work for half your life. What’s a little money?”
In no time, the crowd broke apart.
Qin Mu looked in the direction Liu Zixi had gone.
He had to admit: Growing up under the constant bombardment of his two Elder Sisters’ overwhelming beauty, his standards were sky-high.
Meeting a girl whose looks ranked just below theirs was extremely rare.
“Pretty?”
A cold voice came from behind.
Qin Mu nodded.
“Ye—”
Before he could finish, the nod became a head shake.
He turned, grinning ingratiatingly at the white-robed fairy.
“Pretty? What pretty? In my eyes, Ruoshuang-jie, you’re the most beautiful. Any woman other than my sister is just a red-dusted skeleton or a big pig’s trotter!”
At this moment, Young Master Qin’s brain worked at lightning speed.
He ran up to his Elder Sister, acting the part of a loyal henchman.
He understood well that praising another woman in front of his Elder Sisters—especially two with jealous streaks a mile wide—was a death sentence.
Qin Ruoshuang’s gaze lingered on Liu Zixi’s departing figure.
A murderous glint flashed in her eyes.
She turned to her brother’s fawning smile and pulled Qin Mu over.
Poof—
Before Qin Mu could react, his face was pressed into a large, soft, bouncy mass.
The sensation was incredibly real.
“Ruoshuang-jie, you…”
He didn’t get to finish.
His mouth was sealed.
A slippery, tender sensation pressed against his lips.
A cool fragrance flooded his nose.
A stunning face was right in front of him.
Pa—!
Something fell from a disciple’s hand in the silent hall, breaking the stillness.
The disciples who’d been enjoying the drama moments ago now stared, mouths agape, in disbelief at the scene before them.
The icy white-robed fairy held a young man in her arms—kissing him passionately.
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