In the Inner Grotto-Heaven, danger lurked everywhere, and since Qin Mu had recently been severely injured, Qin Mengyu hardly left his side for the next few days.
As time passed, the disciples of the Dan Sect also learned that this young man from the Dao Sect was actually the Holy Maiden’s younger brother.
At first, they didn’t believe it.
After all, Qin Mu’s cultivation was so low, and his talent compared to the Holy Maiden was like the difference between heaven and earth.
But this didn’t affect Qin Mu’s enjoyment of life in the slightest over the next few days.
“Junior Brother Qin, try my tea. This isn’t ordinary Ling Tea; it was placed inside Cold Jade for forty-nine days, absorbing the essence of the moon!”
“Eh! What’s that compared to mine! Junior Brother Qin, look at my Qi Nurturing Pill—top quality!”
“Hmph! You actually offer that kind of pill to Junior Brother Qin? Does he look like he lacks pills?”
A circle of Dan Sect disciples surrounded Qin Mu.
He now lounged on a reclining chair with his eyes half-closed, someone massaging his shoulders and legs, others serving tea and water.
This was the life—so comfortable!
Their motives were simple.
Although Qin Mengyu was the Dan Sect’s Holy Maiden, she hardly interacted with them.
Now, by pleasing her brother, if Qin Mu put in a good word to the Holy Maiden, wouldn’t they soar to the skies?
Now, Qin Mu had wine and meat, but the only thing missing was the company of beauties.
Instead, he was surrounded by a group of burly men.
Young Master Qin felt utterly miserable.
What use was this iron rod?!
It wasn’t that the female disciples didn’t want to approach.
Several good-looking ones had tried, but as soon as they neared Qin Mu, a bone-chilling cold swept over them, scaring them away.
“You’re all too weak! Junior Brother Qin, check this out!”
A disciple squeezed through the crowd, clutching several books in his arms.
He winked mysteriously at Qin Mu.
“Junior Brother Qin, these books contain the beauty of human flexibility and the natural path of harmony!”
“Oh—”
Qin Mu flashed an “I understand” look, accepted the books, and sneaked a peek.
One of them, even to his well-read eyes, was particularly striking.
Yes!
Tonight is perfect for honing my iron rod!
“Mm! You! Very good!”
A seal of approval from Qin·Major·Mu.
Glancing at the sandglass on the table, he guessed the time was about right.
Young Master Qin stretched lazily and stood up.
“All right, I should head back for dinner. Let’s end here for today. I’ll pass your requests to Miss Mengyu.”
As for whether Miss Mengyu would listen—that was none of Young Master Qin’s business.
Qin Mu patted his rear and left.
He rode the Feizhou, and before long, arrived.
“Miss Mengyu! I’m back!”
Qin Mu pushed the door open.
At the table sat a woman in white, her sword intent quickly retracting as he entered.
“Miss Ruoshuang!”
Qin Mu exclaimed in surprise.
“What? Surprised to see your Miss Ruoshuang?”
Qin Mengyu walked in from behind, waved her hand, and the table filled with dishes.
Seeing her brother standing dumbfounded, Qin Mengyu called out.
“Mu’er, why are you standing there?”
“Oh, oh, coming!”
Qin Mu hurried over, drooling at the sight of the delicious food.
Qin Mengyu began piling food into her brother’s bowl.
“Eat, Mu’er. It’s all your favorites.”
Qin Mu immediately buried himself in the food.
Qin Mengyu smiled gently, then looked at her sister, sending a voice transmission.
Qin Ruoshuang sipped her tea.
Qin Mengyu tapped the table lightly.
All living beings obey the Law of the Jungle.
Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures are no exception.
The strong devour the weak to advance and may even gain the power to take human form.
After Qin Mu finished eating, he rubbed his round belly in satisfaction.
“Mu’er, tomorrow you’ll go out with your sister.”
Qin Mengyu took out a handkerchief and wiped the oil from her brother’s mouth.
“Go out? Where?”
After these days, Qin Mu had finally figured out where he was.
Here, fierce beasts at the Qi Cultivation stage were as common as dogs, Foundation Establishment cultivators walked everywhere, and even Nascent Soul Realm monsters could appear.
In a xuanhuan novel, this would be a deadly land.
Qin Mengyu kept it mysterious.
“Oh.”
With no right to decide, Qin Mu had no choice but to obediently follow his sister.
He only had the right to choose, not the right to decide—a daily life of submission.
Qin Mu had just stood up and, having eaten his fill, loosened his clothes.
A book hidden in his chest slipped out.
In a flash, cold sweat broke out on Qin Mu’s forehead.
He quickly bent down to pick it up, but was a step too late.
Qin Mengyu hooked her finger, and the fallen book floated up.
“Mu’er, why didn’t you put it in your Storage Pouch? Why carry it in your chest—?”
Her words froze.
Qin Mengyu sensed something odd and casually opened a page.
Men and women, intertwined in various positions—sometimes above, sometimes below, and even three in one scene.
Qin Mengyu’s pale face flushed red.
Perhaps from shame, perhaps from anger.
Sensing danger, Young Master Qin tried to slip away, but with his Qi Cultivation, escaping from his Nascent Soul Realm sister was impossible.
“Ow!”
Pain shot through Qin Mu’s ear.
Qin Mengyu glared.
“Speak! Who gave this to you?!”
Qin Mu would never betray his comrades.
“No one. I picked it up off the ground. Ah! Pain, pain! Miss Mengyu, be gentle! It’ll fall off!”
He cried out, teeth bared.
As for what Qin Ruoshuang was doing at that moment…
She took the book, flipped through it, her beautiful eyes skimming the pages.
Qin Ruoshuang realized many scenes in this book weren’t in her own.
She calmly put it away and stepped in front of her brother.
Without a word, she flashed forward, pressed Qin Mu onto the bed, and raised his rear.
This pose was all too familiar—the prelude to a sore butt.
“Wait! I’ll confess!”
Iron-willed·pragmatic·uncompromising Qin Mu shouted.
If it was Miss Mengyu, he could endure, wait for her to cool off, then coax her.
At worst, he’d lose a beloved book.
But if it was Miss Ruoshuang, she’d actually beat him—relentlessly.
No sweet words would save him, unless he betrayed someone.
“Speak!”
Qin Mengyu strode forward.
As they say, the eldest sister is like a mother.
As his elder sister, it was her duty to correct a wayward brother!
“A Senior Brother gave it to me. I don’t know his exact name…”
Shing!
The sound of a sword leaving its scabbard.
“It’s Wang Pu! A man named Wang Pu gave it to me! He said he wanted to become a Medicine Hall Deacon!”
Qin Mu immediately gave in.
Qin Mengyu silently memorized the name.
“Tell me, Mu’er, do you have any more books?”
Qin Mu replied.
“No! Just this one!”
Qin Mengyu was skeptical.
She grabbed her brother’s Storage Pouch and dumped its contents.
Besides pills she refined herself, there was a mountain of random items—including quite a few books.
Qin Mu’s gaze wavered.
“They were all given to me by others—hoping I’d speak well of them to Miss Mengyu.”
Qin Mengyu sneered.
“Mu’er, you don’t look it, but you have quite the appetite. And now you’re even lying to your sister. All the lessons on propriety and honor you learned growing up—were they for nothing? No matter. Tonight, your sister will teach you properly~”
Watching Miss Mengyu’s expression grow darker, Qin Mu panicked.
This was heading toward a double-team punishment!
“I was wrong! I was wrong!”