Ye Ping’an couldn’t quite grasp what was wrong with Ningyue, this girl.
In his memory, ever since Ningyue arrived at the Mysterious Star Sect, she had always been well-behaved, never once giving him a cold shoulder or a sour look.
So why, Ye Ping’an wondered, had Ye Ningyue suddenly become so angry?
Could it be that, unbeknownst to him, some misunderstanding had sparked between them?
Was it because he mentioned his junior sister that she was upset? Ye Ping’an mulled over the possibility.
This wouldn’t do! In the years to come, Ningyue was supposed to help him guide his junior sister’s cultivation.
To awaken his junior sister’s potential as soon as possible, Ye Ping’an knew he couldn’t manage it alone—Ningyue’s assistance was crucial.
But right now, Ningyue was clearly fuming. Ye Ping’an decided it was best to wait until her anger subsided before approaching her.
He’d explain the situation and emphasize the importance of his junior sister. Surely, Ningyue would understand him, he thought confidently.
Stretching his body, Ye Ping’an noted that he had mostly recovered—his waist no longer ached, and his legs felt strong again.
It was about time to talk to his junior sister about her cultivation journey.
Recalling her emotions from the previous day, Ye Ping’an figured she must be hoping her talent was exceptional.
This gave him an idea—a way to “motivate” her and get her to dive into her training with enthusiasm.
With that thought, Ye Ping’an didn’t linger. He headed straight toward his junior sister’s room.
Along the way, he felt a twinge of confusion. Given how close they’d grown over the past couple of days, his junior sister should’ve come looking for him as soon as she woke up.
Could she have overslept? But… I’m the one who’s exhausted, Ye Ping’an thought. His junior sister had merely been lying there, enjoying herself—why would she oversleep? Was there another reason?
By now, Ye Ping’an had reached her room. Pushing his stray thoughts aside, he knocked gently and called out softly, “Junior Sister, time to get up!”
After calling out twice, however, there was no response from within.
A sense of unease crept over him.
His expression darkened as a worrying thought struck him: Could his theory about warming her meridians with the Yang technique be flawed? Was his junior sister in danger?
Without hesitation, Ye Ping’an rushed into her room.
But the sight that greeted him left him stunned!
There, on the bed, sat his junior sister, legs crossed in meditation, eyes tightly shut, her expression solemn.
A faint aura of spiritual energy swirled around her!
She’s… cultivating? Ye Ping’an thought, utterly shocked.
After some time, Ye Mengyao opened her eyes. Spotting Ye Ping’an at the doorway, her face lit up with joy. Barefoot, she leapt off the bed and threw her arms around him.
“Senior Brother! After last night’s efforts, I can feel spiritual energy flowing through my body now! Thank you for warming my meridians last night. Without you, I wouldn’t have stepped onto the path of cultivation so quickly. Hehe!” she giggled, clinging to Ye Ping’an with a silly grin.
Ye Ping’an sucked in a sharp breath. In the world of immortal cultivation, circulating spiritual energy within one’s body signified one thing: his junior sister had broken through to the first level of Qi Refining!
He recalled his own struggle—lying in bed for a week, taking a full month to reach that same milestone.
Yet his junior sister? She’d done it in a single night! Truly, comparing oneself to others could be maddening.
But this only proved her extraordinary talent, which would play an immeasurable role in her future growth.
“Well done! As expected of my junior sister!” Ye Ping’an praised, beaming with encouragement.
“Senior Brother, is my cultivation speed… decent? Am I catching up to you?” Ye Mengyao asked, her limited memories painting her senior brother as someone a few years older who seemed to know everything.
Naturally, she assumed his talent was remarkable.
At her words, Ye Ping’an’s smile froze. He quickly turned his head away, avoiding her gaze.
Clearing his throat, he took her hand with a serious expression.
“That’s not important. Now that you’ve reached the first level of Qi Refining, it’s time to choose a cultivation technique. Come, Senior Brother will take you to pick one.”
“A cultivation technique? Awesome!” Ye Mengyao’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her earlier question forgotten as she looked at Ye Ping’an, her heart brimming with anticipation.
And so, Ye Ping’an led Ye Mengyao toward the Scripture Pavilion.
Meanwhile, Ye Ningyue, who had stormed off earlier, suddenly doubled back after some time.
After much reflection, she realized that losing her temper with the young master had gone beyond her original intentions.
After all, if she and the young master grew distant, wouldn’t that little vixen get even more brazen?
The young master’s health would only worsen day by day. What if she wasn’t there to keep an eye on things, and the young master got “drained” before she could mature into her ultimate, curvaceous form?
Thus, Ye Ningyue returned.
On her way back, she even imagined the young master apologizing for earlier. After all, she was the one who’d been here first. That little vixen, no matter how ambitious, would have to wait her turn.
But when Ye Ningyue arrived, she saw the young master happily pulling the little vixen along as they dashed off together.
Her rationality snapped once more. Stamping her foot in frustration, she stormed back to her room.
As for cultivation techniques, they were strictly categorized into five tiers: Heaven, Earth, Spirit, Mortal, and the transcendent Immortal tier above them all.
Each tier was further divided into high, middle, and low grades. Even a single grade difference could mean a world of disparity.
Of course, as a low-ranking sect, the Mysterious Star Sect didn’t possess any exceptional techniques.
The best they had was a mid-grade Spirit-tier technique, which was kept under lock and key by the sect master himself, never displayed in the pavilion.
To make matters worse, that technique was fire-attributed—completely unsuitable for his junior sister.
As for Ye Ping’an? Though he was a transmigrator, he had no cheat-like abilities. His only advantage was knowing the plot.
But that wasn’t a problem.
Even without knowing the nature of his junior sister’s spiritual energy, her sheer talent meant that even the top-tier techniques here would be a waste on her.
For his junior sister, Ye Ping’an had a comprehensive plan.
Arriving at the Scripture Pavilion, Ye Ping’an casually greeted the dozing elder at the entrance and led his junior sister inside.
The elder lazily waved a hand, unbothered by Ye Ping’an’s casual entry.
As one of the few Foundation Establishment elders in the Mysterious Star Sect, the old man had little to do here.
The pavilion saw few visitors, and his job was merely to record the borrowing and returning of techniques—a cushy gig.
Especially since the visitor was the sect’s young master. Sure, his talent was mediocre, but with the sect master as his father, who would dare question him?