The Moon Worship Festival arrived once again, held every five years.
For the people of the Heavenly Profound Continent, today was exceptionally lively.
Literati recited poetry and composed verses toward the bright moon in the night sky, while everyone else admired the moon—whether cultivators, scholars, or martial artists.
Disciples from various sects also received gifts from their sects.
Within the Seven Star Sect, early in the morning the seven peaks began distributing gifts: spirit stones, various cultivation resources, and of course spiritual wine along with some food items.
Foods made from crops nourished by spiritual energy were greatly beneficial supplements for most Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment disciples.
As for where Qin Mu was…
The answer: he was currently kneeling in misery, accepting punishment.
Young Master Qin knelt before Sister Mengyu.
Though it is said that a man’s knees hold gold and he kneels only to heaven, earth, and parents, there is also the saying that an elder sister is like a mother—so kneeling once was no big deal.
Besides, he was only a boy of fifteen or sixteen, not yet a true man.
As for why Qin Mu ended up like this, he could only say he was wronged!
He had simply gone to the Dao Sect to collect his share of disciple benefits, curious to see what gifts the Seven Star Sect was distributing.
The senior sister assigned to hand them out saw how young Qin Mu was and could not resist teasing him a little.
By sheer coincidence, Sister Mengyu, who had come looking for him, witnessed the scene.
Thus, Qin Mu was dragged back to the Dan Sect by the ear.
Although Qin Mu was a disciple of the Dao Sect, he was far more familiar with the road back to the Dan Sect than to the Dao Sect.
If you asked someone in the Dao Sect who Qin Mu was, few could answer—some might not even remember such a person existed.
But if you asked in the Dan Sect who Qin Mu was, everyone knew: the little pretty boy who followed Her Highness the Holy Maiden around every day.
No one could help but feel envy, jealousy, and hatred.
“Sister Mengyu, I’m wronged! I really don’t know that senior sister!”
Qin Mu cried out his innocence.
Today was supposed to be a wonderful festival, yet somehow he had ended up so unlucky… sob sob sob…
Qin Mengyu did not speak.
She simply flipped through a pill prescription calmly.
Beside her, danfire simmered beneath a small pot of tea.
Seeing that Sister Mengyu ignored him, Qin Mu could only give up.
He drooped his head like an abandoned puppy.
Gurgle—
At that moment, Qin Mu’s stomach rumbled.
He glanced out the window; by now it was probably midday.
Hearing her younger brother’s stomach growl, Qin Mengyu finally lifted her head.
Looking at the boy whose face was written all over with grievance, she stood up.
“Reflect properly.”
With that, she walked out.
After Sister Mengyu closed the door, Qin Mu rubbed his belly.
He was hungry.
He stood, walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and rummaged around the room.
He only found a few bottles of pills—no fasting pills, just some healing ones.
Hmm…
Qin Mu stared at the pills in his hand.
They probably would not kill him; after all, they were meant to save lives.
Might as well use them to tide him over.
He had just tossed one into his mouth when the door was slammed open with a bang.
Gulp!
Qin Mu hurriedly swallowed the pill.
“Sister Mengyu, I…”
The words caught in his throat.
Standing before him was a cold and aloof white-clad immortal lady.
“Sister Ruoshuang?”
Qin Mu had not expected Sister Ruoshuang to come.
Qin Ruoshuang looked at her younger brother acting guilty like a thief caught in the act.
Her gaze fell on the bottle clutched in his hand.
She extended hers.
Qin Mu obediently handed over the pill bottle.
Qin Ruoshuang said nothing, merely glancing around.
“Where’s Mengyu?”
“Sister Mengyu just went out.”
Qin Mu clasped his hands behind his back.
Qin Ruoshuang nodded, then took her brother by the hand and led him outside.
She summoned her flying sword and flew straight toward Sect Master Peak.
Unlike its usual quiet and deserted state, Sect Master Peak was exceptionally lively today.
The sect leaders of all seven major sects had arrived.
However, the one seated in the main hall was not Sect Master Lu Qian, but the Vice Sect Leader.
As for the Sect Master herself…
“Mu’er~”
Before Qin Mu could even process the words—thanks for the invite, just arrived at Sect Master Peak, freshly off the flying sword—
A large, soft white mass suddenly smacked into his face.
The familiar softness and bounce, the familiar fragrance, the familiar voice.
“Mmph mmph (Aunt Lu).”
He struggled with all his might but could not break free.
Fortunately, Qin Mu was used to this sort of thing and had specially practiced the Turtle Breath Technique for two and a half years.
Only after Lu Qian had her fill did she let go.
Qin Mu nearly failed to recover; a little longer and he really would have fainted.
Others get carsick or airsick—he got milk-sick.
“Come, come! Today I prepared a big feast especially for Mu’er!”
Lu Qian pulled Qin Mu into her private chambers.
The female disciples nearby did not dare glance over at the scene.
These female disciples essentially served as maids, though they were frequently rotated.
It counted as a part-time job.
Elders and the sect leader would post such tasks from time to time.
Disciples with nothing to do, or those needing spirit stones but unwilling to take on dangerous missions, usually accepted these jobs.
Once inside the room, as befitting a sect master, Lu Qian’s quarters were very spacious.
Of course, not just anyone could enter—but if it was Mu’er, she welcomed him anytime.
Come play whenever~ Tired? Just sleep~
As soon as Qin Mu entered, he spotted Sister Mengyu and instantly jumped in fright.
Lu Qian noticed Mu’er’s reaction, reached out, and patted his little head.
Thanks to their height difference, it was easy for her to reach.
Among his elder sisters and aunts, Qin Mu’s height had always seemed… petite.
There was no helping it.
He had struggled to cultivate Qi when he was young, and he had consumed quite a few pills, so he had not grown very tall.
Though he himself found it frustrating, all the women adored it.
It gave them the feeling of raising a little puppy—so cute~
“Alright, alright, it’s not such a big deal. Mengyu, stop scaring Mu’er now.”
Lu Qian had already heard the full story from Mengyu.
Though she felt displeased as well, Mengyu had already punished Mu’er.
If she kept pressing the issue, it might leave a bad impression on Mu’er.
Better to play the peacemaker and earn Mu’er’s gratitude.
A sure win with no loss.
Seeing Mu’er look at her with eyes full of gratitude, Lu Qian felt very satisfied inside.
There were not many dishes in front of Qin Mu, since the other three had little interest in eating such food.
But personally feeding Mu’er with these dishes?
Their interest was immense—very immense!
Lu Qian picked up a steaming piece of meat with her chopsticks, parted her vermilion lips, and gently blew on it.
“Mu’er, open wide.”
“Aunt Lu, I… I can eat by myself.”
Ever since he was seven or eight, Qin Mu had started protesting this habit of being fed like a small child.
Unfortunately, they had never taken his words seriously and had collectively chosen to ignore them.
No!
I must stand firm! I absolutely oppose this!
Ding—
Lu Qian’s beautiful eyes fixed on Qin Mu.
After a moment, the iron-willed Young Master Qin obediently opened his mouth to accept Aunt Lu’s feeding.
Mmm! Delicious!
Anyway, after so many years, one more time did not matter.