When Qin Mu heard the other party wanted him to pull strings to get him into the Seven Star Sect, he truly felt helpless.
With his own little influence, he could only make sure he stayed in the sect quietly without being kicked out.
As for Jing Kun, he hadn’t expected much from Qin Mu either.
Discovering that Qin Mu was also a transmigrator was a surprise, but this accident didn’t have much value to him.
A mere Qi Refining stage — Jing Kun had no interest in such weak cultivation.
The two chatted for a while.
Jing Kun said it was time to leave, and Qin Mu didn’t insist on keeping him, rising to see him off.
Watching Jing Kun walk away, Qin Mu still felt a bit happy inside.
After all, meeting someone from his hometown in another world was an enormous joy.
***
After leaving the Auction House, Jing Kun turned left and right through winding alleys and finally arrived in a hidden alley.
“You talked with that guy for a long time.”
A burly man in a black robe spoke.
Jing Kun sneered.
“Just a conversation, that’s all. Still, I gained something this time.”
He pulled a Storage Pouch from his chest—it was Qin Mu’s.
Earlier, as they said goodbye, he had hugged Qin Mu and stolen the Storage Pouch easily.
“Let me see what my fellow countryman carries.”
Jing Kun tried to open the Storage Pouch but found it locked by a restriction, unable to open it by himself.
He glanced at the burly black-robed man beside him, the meaning clear.
The man took the Storage Pouch, gripped it, and with a shake, spilled its contents onto the ground.
Pills, Martial Arts Manuals, Fabao, Ling Stones, Talismans—almost everything one could want.
Jing Kun was stunned on the spot.
He had robbed a fat sheep!
Among the pile of treasures, four waist tokens stood out, and one even bore the characters “Sect Master.”
“What’s this?”
Jing Kun bent down to pick it up.
The burly black-robed man glanced at the waist token, his body trembling, and shouted,
“Don’t touch it!”
But it was too late—Jing Kun was already holding it.
Before he could see the token clearly, it suddenly emitted a blinding light from his hand.
Boom!
A surge of spiritual energy exploded from the waist token, blasting Jing Kun away.
Immediately after, a terrifying pressure engulfed the two.
Jing Kun was instantly scared stiff.
What happened?!
What happened?!
The black-robed man instantly used the Blood Burning Secret Technique to grab Jing Kun and tear open space, escaping.
They hid in the void for a long time before the black-robed man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Kun was completely at a loss.
“What just happened?”
The black-robed man glanced at him.
“The moment you touched the waist token, you were locked onto by a Tribulation Stage expert. That was the aura of a powerhouse about to attack. Luckily, there was no killing intent—otherwise, we wouldn’t have escaped.”
Hearing that it was a Tribulation Stage powerhouse, Jing Kun was dumbfounded.
“How could that kid have a Tribulation Stage expert’s waist token in his Storage Pouch!”
On the Heavenly Profound Continent, a Tribulation Stage expert stood at the very pinnacle.
Even seeing one was a rare event, let alone being granted a waist token symbolizing their status.
Jing Kun never imagined he’d encounter such a thing.
***
On the other side, with Qin Mu.
“Miss Mengyu! I’m back!”
Qin Mu pushed open the door.
Qin Mengyu, seeing her little brother’s happy face, walked over and straightened Mu’er’s collar.
“Mu’er, what happened? Why are you so happy?”
Qin Mu breathed in the delicate floral scent and grinned.
“That’s a secret.”
Hearing this, Qin Mengyu smacked his head in exasperation.
“Not even your sister can know?”
“Miss Mengyu.”
Qin Mu stared into her eyes.
“Everyone has little secrets, and besides, I’m not that young anymore.”
Whether it was in Miss Ruoshuang or Miss Mengyu’s eyes, or Aunt Lu’s, he was always a little kid.
How unfair! In his heart, he was much older, okay!
“Alright, alright.”
Qin Mengyu continued to pat his head.
“Our Mu’er has grown up.”
Though she said so, her hand kept rubbing his head—still the same as always.
At that moment, Qin Ruoshuang also walked over and stretched out her hand.
“The item.”
Qin Mu suddenly remembered.
“Oh, oh! The item, the item.”
He reached for his waist, then froze.
Looking down, he saw nothing there.
Qin Mu panicked, searching all over his body.
Seeing her little brother’s flustered appearance, Qin Mengyu asked, “Mu’er, what’s wrong?”
Qin Mu didn’t answer.
After searching for a long time, he finally accepted the truth.
He didn’t dare to look up.
Softly, he said,
“I think… I lost it…”
He had been prepared for a scolding.
But the two sisters didn’t scold him at all.
Qin Mengyu looked at her crestfallen brother, pulled Mu’er into her arms, and spoke gently.
“Alright, alright, don’t be sad. It’s just lost—buy another one next time.”
Wuwu… Miss Mengyu is too kind!
Qin Mu buried himself in her arms.
In this cold and indifferent world, only this warm, fluffy embrace could bring a bit of warmth.
The Auction House was full of all sorts, and thieves were everywhere.
After leaving, ambushes were even more common.
Qin Mu, inexperienced, had his Storage Pouch stolen on his first trip.
***
Back at the Seven Stars Sect Branch, Qin Mu was surprised to see a beautiful woman in green robes sitting at the table.
Spread across the table were various Pills and Fabao.
Qin Mu stared at the items.
Hmm, they looked very familiar.
Weren’t these his own things?
“Aunt Lu!”
He hurried over and saw his Storage Pouch among the pile of treasures—it was his!
Lu Qian looked at Qin Mu and tapped his head.
“Ouch!”
Qin Mu clutched his head—it hurt.
Lu Qian scolded,
“Mu’er, how could you let someone steal your Storage Pouch? If I hadn’t sensed an unfamiliar aura touching the waist token, I couldn’t have gotten these things back.”
“Aunt Lu~”
With a soft voice, Qin Mengyu sat beside Lu Qian.
“Don’t blame Mu’er. He just let his guard down.”
Lu Qian looked at her, tapped her forehead with a finger, and sighed dotingly.
“You spoil your brother too much. It’s fine now, but what about when Mu’er grows up?”
Qin Mengyu replied,
“Even grown up, Mu’er is still my Mu’er. That won’t change.”
Qin Ruoshuang nodded beside them.
“If anyone gets in the way, just cut them down.”
Faced with these sisters, Lu Qian was helpless.
They were perfect in every way—except they spoiled their brother too much.
“What if Mu’er wants to find a Dao Companion in the future?”
At this, Qin Mengyu stiffened, her delicate hand tightening.
A cold glint flashed in Qin Ruoshuang’s beautiful eyes.
The word ‘Dao Companion’ was especially sensitive to the sisters.
Seeing their reaction, Lu Qian felt relieved.
With little Ruoshuang and little Mengyu watching over him, she felt much more at ease.
Mu’er… will never be given away!