The hope that had just risen in Young Master Qin was shattered in an instant, leaving not a single trace of fantasy.
After feeling emo for a while, Qin Mu pushed open the door and went out for a walk.
Along the way, Qin Mu was puzzled!
Every Disciple he met greeted him, calling him ‘Junior Brother Qin’ every time, leaving him utterly confused.
What’s going on? I don’t even know them!
What Qin Mu didn’t know was that after the trial, the Disciples who participated—especially those from the Dan Sect—immediately spread the news that Qin Mengyu had a younger brother, even attaching an Avatar, and even a 3D version.
The Seven Star Sect Disciples studied the Avatar carefully and memorized Qin Mu’s appearance.
Of course, it wasn’t because they wanted to curry favor, but because they feared Qin Ruoshuang.
As everyone knew, the Holy Maiden of the Sword Sect had a tendency to chop people at the slightest provocation.
Since Qin Ruoshuang and Qin Mengyu were Sisters, that meant Qin Mu was also Qin Ruoshuang’s younger brother.
To avoid provoking this Killer God in the future, it was best to be cautious.
Qin Mu was planning to look for Liu Zixi.
After all, besides his Elder Sister, he got along best with Liu Zixi, and she had even saved his life once.
When he arrived, he found out that Liu Zixi was in Closed Cultivation.
“Young Friend Qin, you really picked the wrong time. Zixi just entered Closed Cultivation not long ago.”
Liu Tiancheng personally came to receive Qin Mu upon hearing he had arrived.
“Ah!”
Now there wasn’t even anyone to chat with to pass the time.
Liu Tiancheng glanced at Qin Mu and noticed he was at Practicing Qi, Sixth Layer.
He smiled and said, “Congratulations, Young Friend Qin. You’ve broken through to the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation. Foundation Establishment is just around the corner!”
Great, talking about what’s off-limits.
Qin Mu’s face instantly collapsed upon hearing this.
“Eh? Why does Young Friend Qin look so unhappy? Shouldn’t advancing in cultivation be a joyful thing?”
Liu Tiancheng looked puzzled.
Could it be that young people these days didn’t like improving their cultivation?
Liu Tiancheng’s few words turned into sharp arrows, piercing straight into Qin Mu’s heart, causing it to ache.
“Hehe, happy, I’m really happy!”
Qin Mu forced out a smile.
To avoid further psychological trauma, Young Master Qin slipped away.
As for where to go, he had already been to the Dan Sect of Miss Mengyu, but he hadn’t visited the Sword Sect where Miss Ruoshuang was yet.
Qin Mu arrived at the foot of the Sword Sect mountain.
He triple-checked that the Holy Maiden Token of Miss Ruoshuang was hanging from his waist before entering with peace of mind.
If the Dan Sect was wealthy and extravagant, then the Sword Sect was all about frugality.
It wasn’t that the Sword Sect was poor, but that those who could enter the Sword Sect had exceptional talent in the sword.
Once they dove into sword cultivation, they gradually became indifferent to worldly matters.
Take the Grand Elders of the Sword Sect, for example.
They never showed up.
If not for the occasional Transmission to prove they were alive, their Dongfu would have been sealed ages ago.
Because he carried the Holy Maiden Token, Qin Mu moved unhindered within the Sword Sect.
Even though he wore the incongruous Daoist Robes, no one dared say a word.
As Disciples of the Sword Sect, they were even more aware of how terrifying Qin Ruoshuang was—not just her strength, but her personality as well.
With Qin Ruoshuang’s looks, the number of suitors could circle the Seven Star Sect several times.
It wasn’t just people from within the Sect; other Sects had many too.
At first, someone tried sending over ten thousand Ling Stones to Qin Ruoshuang.
Qin Ruoshuang accepted them.
The sender, thrilled, thought she had agreed and boldly entered Qin Ruoshuang’s Dongfu—then a scream echoed to the heavens.
If not for running fast, he’d have been finished, but he still lost his precious item, turning from 1 to 0.
Afterward, regardless of whether it was pills, techniques, or magic treasures, Qin Ruoshuang accepted anything offered.
But if anyone thought they could become her Dao companion, they could forget it—a sword would come slashing down.
Anyone too slow would leave their treasures behind.
With this habit of accepting gifts and then striking so ruthlessly, many Disciples jointly petitioned the Sect Master, but the Sect Master showed no response.
Rumor had it that the Sect Master had been even more ruthless than Qin Ruoshuang in his youth.
On the Sword Sect’s arena, there were always people sparring over swordsmanship, and many spectators.
Among them, a young man in Daoist Robes stood out.
“Hit him! Hit him!”
Qin Mu stared intently at a particularly strong-looking Disciple, his eyes full of anticipation.
For no other reason—he had bet his entire fortune, ten Ling Stones.
If he won, he’d make a hundred Ling Stones!
A hundred Ling Stones was a fortune.
Young Master Qin was already planning how to splurge it.
First, he’d visit Baohua Pavilion at the foot of the Sect mountain—a paradise for male Disciples.
Rumor had it the Misses inside were gorgeous, every gesture making people want to stay up all night—chatting, of course.
With a clear conscience, exploring the mysteries of life’s creation through various actions.
The Disciple Qin Mu had bet on flicked his sword, sending his opponent’s blade flying.
His figure flashed, and he reappeared with his sword at the opponent’s neck.
“Yes! I won!”
Qin Mu leaped up in excitement.
With a single hand, a bicycle turned into a motorcycle!
Grinning, Qin Mu went to collect his winnings.
“Yo, this way, Junior Brother. Come claim your Ling Stones over here.”
A shifty-eyed Disciple beckoned Qin Mu into a small building.
Qin Mu instantly went on alert inside.
Was this black eating black?
He circulated his Qi secretly.
If anything went wrong, he’d bolt.
As soon as he entered, there was a clang as the door locked behind him.
Without hesitation, Qin Mu pulled out a Talisman of Divine Movement.
“Hehe, Junior Brother Qin, don’t resist.”
“For a mere Qi Cultivation, if you escaped, I’d lose face.”
A figure emerged, flicking his finger to shatter the Talisman of Divine Movement in Qin Mu’s hand with Qi.
He clapped his hands and introduced himself unhurriedly.
“My name is Qiyuan.”
“Perhaps you don’t know me, Junior Brother Qin, but I know your Sister—Qin Ruoshuang!”
Well, Young Master Qin understood from these words.
It seemed this person held a grudge against Miss Ruoshuang but couldn’t defeat her, so he targeted him instead.
This kind of thing happened since he was a child—if someone couldn’t beat his two Elder Sisters, they’d vent their anger on him.
Qiyuan gave a cold, twisted smile, his teeth grinding.
“Junior Brother Qin, do you know what your Sister did to me?”
“I don’t.”
“So tell me. I’m listening.”
Qin Mu remained calm.
There was nothing he could do—he was used to it.
He might as well see if there was anything new this time.
He’d even been captured while going to the toilet before.
Just thinking about it made him angry—not only did he not get to finish his business, he didn’t even get to wipe.
At least let me finish before grabbing me!
Seeing Qin Mu so composed, Qiyuan froze for a moment.
“Good, good.”
“As expected of Qin Ruoshuang’s younger brother. Your cultivation may be lacking, but you have courage.”
Qin Mu was unhappy.
“Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean my cultivation is lacking? It’s called late blooming!”
Ignoring Qin Mu, Qiyuan continued.
“Back then, I was a genius Disciple too—formed a Golden Core at a young age.”
“But because of Qin Ruoshuang! Your Sister!”
“She struck me down with a sword!”
“Not only did it destroy my hopes of reaching the Nascent Soul, but I fell from mid-Golden Core to early stage, and my cultivation hasn’t improved in all these years!”
Qiyuan became more agitated as he spoke, grabbing Qin Mu.
“Because of your Sister, my cultivation plummeted, my Dao heart shattered, and the Sect even stripped me of my Core Disciple status.”
“Now… it’s all Qin Ruoshuang’s fault!”
Qin Mu wiped the spit off his face.
“This Senior Brother, don’t get so worked up—look…”
“Don’t get worked up?!”
Qiyuan yanked Qin Mu over, his eyes narrowing with madness.
“Tell me, if I crippled Qin Ruoshuang’s younger brother, would she go crazy?”