Qin Ruoshuang pulled her finger out, even drawing a thin, crystalline thread of saliva.
Qin Mu opened his mouth, making incoherent babbling sounds.
He wanted to say something but didn’t know how to word it.
“Hehe.”
Wang Yan’er chuckled softly but remained silent.
She stared at little Ruoshuang for a moment before turning her gaze toward the still-dazed Mu’er.
“Mu’er, tell me, is the pastry Aunt Yan’er fed you sweeter, or is the fruit your Sister Ruoshuang fed you sweeter?”
‘Aunt Yan’er! Why would you ask such a thing!’
Qin Mu broke out in a cold sweat.
In this situation, no matter whose food he called sweeter, the other person would be unhappy.
So he decided…
“Haha, they’re both sweet! Whether it’s the food from Aunt Yan’er or Sister Ruoshuang, both are exquisite delicacies!”
Qin Mu gave a double thumbs-up in praise.
Wang Yan’er sighed wistfully.
“Sigh, I was hoping to hear little Mu’er say something else.”
‘Aunt Yan’er, your thoughts are very dangerous!’
At this moment, Qin Mu just wanted to sing: ‘I really want to escape! But I can’t!’
Caught in the confrontation between two women, Qin Mu felt like he was treading on thin ice.
Qin Ruoshuang didn’t say a word.
She simply picked up another piece of fruit and stuffed it into her brother’s mouth.
“Sister Ruoshuang, I—”
Before he could finish, Qin Mu was fed a large mouthful.
He bit down on more than half of it, and the sweet juice exploded in his mouth.
“Is it sweet?”
Qin Ruoshuang asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
Qin Mu nodded.
Qin Ruoshuang glanced at the small remaining piece of fruit in her hand.
Her vermillion lips parted slightly as she placed it in her own mouth and chewed slowly.
“That’s right!”
Qin Mu looked at Sister Ruoshuang.
If he remembered correctly, she hadn’t returned since she went back to the Seven Star Sect to report on the situation.
“Sister Ruoshuang, did you come back for a specific reason?”
Qin Mu had asked Miss Mengyu before, and she had said that Ruoshuang was staying at the Seven Star Sect for another task.
Qin Ruoshuang took out a map and spread it out.
Qin Mu leaned in to take a look.
Well… he couldn’t understand it.
However, Wang Yan’er, who was beside them, caught a glimpse and said with some surprise, “A map of the Southern Region.”
The Heavenly Profound Continent was roughly divided into five major regions: East, West, South, North, and Central.
In addition, there were sea regions composed of numerous archipelagos.
Although the five major regions were adjacent to one another, the territory of each region was vast.
Only those who had reached the Heavenly Unity Stage could cross between regions in a short amount of time; otherwise, one had to rely on Teleportation Arrays.
Using a Teleportation Array that spanned across regions was no small expense.
Wang Yan’er had a faint guess about what Qin Ruoshuang intended to do.
“I’ve heard that the Gu Tribe lives in the Wildlands south of the Southern Region. They are skilled in nurturing various Gu insects, and their medical skills are unparalleled. Could it be that little Ruoshuang wants to take Mu’er there?”
“Yes,” Qin Ruoshuang answered.
Qin Mu was shocked when he heard this.
The Southern Region!!
That was so far away!
Although Qin Mu usually didn’t read much, he knew the geographical location of the Seven Star Sect.
It was a huge distance from the Southern Region, let alone the Wildlands where the Gu Tribe lived, which was at the southernmost tip of the Southern Region.
Wang Yan’er also knew a bit about the Gu Tribe.
Although they were skilled in using poison and weren’t very welcoming to outsiders, it was undeniable that they had unique insights into certain medical techniques.
Even as someone in the Crossing Tribulation Stage, she had never seen a meridian problem like Mu’er’s before.
To be precise, Mu’er’s meridian issue felt more like he was out of sync with this world.
Whether it was the Path of Literature, breathing in Lingqi, or tempering the physical body, the prerequisite was being a creation of heaven and earth.
Only then would one be recognized by the Heavenly Dao and have a chance to prove one’s path in the future.
Qin Mu’s impression of the Southern Region’s Wildlands was like the ancient Lingnan from his previous life—filled with miasma and extremely harsh living conditions.
“Sister Ruoshuang, do we really have to go to the Wildlands?”
To be honest, Qin Mu didn’t really want to go.
He knew without a doubt that the trip would be a struggle.
“Regarding this matter, it is actually worth a trip.”
Another pleasant voice drifted over, and a mature woman dressed in a pink palace-style dress appeared.
“Little Mengyu? Why are you here?”
Wang Yan’er looked a bit surprised to see the newcomer.
She remembered not inviting little Mengyu.
But on second thought, little Ruoshuang was here.
“Greetings, Aunt Yan’er.”
Qin Mengyu performed a junior’s greeting.
Although the Qin Family Sisters didn’t get along perfectly with Wang Yan’er, Qin Mengyu’s attitude was much better compared to her sister, Qin Ruoshuang.
“No need to be so polite. Just have a seat.”
As Wang Yan’er spoke, she summoned a prayer mat and placed it not far from Mu’er.
As for the spots immediately to his left and right, they were already occupied by her and Ruoshuang.
Qin Mengyu didn’t mind and sat down directly.
More than anything, she cared about the trip to the Southern Region’s Wildlands that Ruoshuang had proposed.
As a Pill Master, she was naturally aware of the Gu Tribe’s reputation.
Their medical methods were a bit… how should she put it?
It wasn’t exactly like feeding people Gu insects or forcing down poisonous tonics, but the results were surprisingly effective.
They actually succeeded.
“Mu’er.”
“Ah! I’m here!”
As Qin Mengyu looked at her brother, Young Master Qin immediately straightened his posture.
“This trip to the Southern Region is worth considering.”
Qin Mu’s face instantly slumped.
Since even Miss Mengyu said so, he was basically doomed.
Turning his gaze toward Aunt Yan’er, Young Master Qin put on a pitiful expression, hoping she would speak up to stop them.
Wang Yan’er naturally understood Mu’er’s little scheme and stroked his small head with her slender hand.
“Mu’er, it’s better to listen to your two sisters on this matter. Besides, there’s a chance your cultivation problem could be solved in the Southern Region.”
A cultivation problem!?
At the mention of this, Qin Mu was no longer sleepy.
He perked up immediately.
“Aunt Yan’er, can they really solve my meridian problem there?”
He had longed to fly through the sky, split mountains, and part seas for a long time.
Not only would it be incredibly cool, but he could also show off in front of others!
Of course, the most important thing was that he could talk about the future all night long with many beautiful sisters.
Furthermore, he was the only male descendant of the Patriarch of the Qin Clan.
It was his duty to marry many wives and have many children to expand the family tree.
This was for the sake of the family!
He was willing to sacrifice himself!
He believed his sisters would support him!
Qin Mu didn’t care about being a great hero; he just wanted to eat well and satisfy his desires.
This was an instinct carved deep into his genes that he couldn’t resist, so he could only follow it.
Wang Yan’er pinched Mu’er’s soft cheek with her jade-like fingers.
“While I can’t be 100% certain, there’s at least an 80% chance.”
“However, Mu’er, you don’t seem very willing.”
“Aunt Yan’er, you’re mistaken.”
Qin Mu waved his hand with a serious expression.
“How can one see a rainbow without going through a storm? I’m definitely going to the Southern Region.”
If an adult man had said those words, it might have been more appropriate.
But coming from Young Master Qin’s tender face and slightly childish voice, it made Wang Yan’er scream internally about how cute he was.
She cupped Mu’er’s little face with both hands and rubbed it, thoroughly satisfying her urge to dote on him.
“Oh! That’s right! I have something I want Aunt Yan’er, Sister Ruoshuang, and Miss Mengyu to see.”
Speaking of cultivation, Qin Mu remembered the golden patterns on his arm.
Under the curious gazes of the three women, Qin Mu rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm.
With a thought, golden patterns began to emerge on his skin.