The Library Pavilion of the Seven Star Sect was somewhat unique.
Each of the seven peaks had its own corresponding library pavilion, housing related cultivation manuals along with various miscellaneous books and discussions.
When it came to which one held the most comprehensive records, none could compare to the one on Sect Master Peak.
And in the deepest part of that library pavilion, not only were stored several of the Seven Star Sect’s most powerful cultivation techniques, but also some secret histories passed down since ancient times.
That was what it meant to be a major righteous sect!
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Lu Qian brought Wang Yan’er to the deepest area of the library pavilion.
There, the bookshelves were packed full of jade slips.
Rows upon rows of densely packed jade slips—so many that someone with trypophobia would probably struggle to even stand still after seeing them.
“Alright, this is the deepest section. Next we’ll divide the work and see if we can find any relevant clues.”
Lu Qian pointed at the bookshelves that rose at least several hundred meters high.
Wang Yan’er glanced over.
No big deal—for someone at the Tribulation Stage, a divine sense sweep would cover it in no time.
“Just this little bit and we still need to divide the work? If you can’t handle it, Lu, just say so. I’ll take care of this whole area myself!”
“You sure?”
“What’s with that look, Lu?”
Wang Yan’er picked up more than a dozen jade slips and swept her divine sense over them—only to discover she could only scan one at a time.
“W-What’s going on?”
At that moment, a sly glint appeared in Lu Qian’s eyes, though her face remained a perfect mask of innocence.
“What’s wrong? Weren’t you the one who said you’d personally go through this entire section?”
The veins on the back of Wang Yan’er’s hand bulged as she shook the jade slips in her grip.
“Why can I only look at one at a time?!”
Lu Qian explained unhurriedly, “To prevent ill-intentioned people from leaking everything inside, many of these jade slips record things from the evil path. So divine sense is deliberately restricted. You can only read them within this space—once you leave, the contents become invalid… unless you’re a Great Ascension Realm cultivator.”
Wang Yan’er was instantly dumbfounded.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”
“You didn’t ask.”
Lu Qian spread her hands helplessly.
“You were the one who insisted on personally reading everything here. I couldn’t talk you out of it.”
Wang Yan’er felt like someone who had swallowed a bitter herb—unable to voice her suffering.
“With so many jade slips, even for us at the Tribulation Stage, going through them all will take quite a while. Oh, right—Yan’er, you’d better hurry up.”
Lu Qian’s mood instantly improved.
Earlier Wang Yan’er had drunk quite a lot of her Enlightenment Tea—she had been heartbroken over it.
***
The next day, Qin Mu swore he wasn’t going outside again.
He had finally figured it out: the moment he stepped out, even if nothing was supposed to happen, something would happen—and if something was already brewing, it would turn into a major incident.
Maybe he and that Ke guy could actually get along, swapping stories about how trouble followed them everywhere, exchanging experiences in depth and earnestly exploring the mysterious connections between their fates.
“Mu’er, come here—try this soup. Elder Sister stewed it all night.”
Qin Mengyu ladled a bowl, scooped up a small spoonful, brought it close to her soft pink lips to blow on it gently, then fed it to Mu’er’s mouth.
Qin Mu obediently opened his mouth and drank.
“Dreamyu-jie, I can actually handle this kind of thing myself.”
Even as he said it, Qin Mengyu repeated the exact same motion.
“Come on, Mu’er—open wide~”
Fine.
It seemed Mengyu-jie had become completely immersed in feeding mode and wasn’t hearing a word he said.
Qin Mu opened and closed his mouth mechanically.
Before long, the entire bowl was gone.
He had to admit, the soup Mengyu-jie made really was delicious… but he still missed the food he ate yesterday.
It was just like instant noodles and cola—everyone knew they were junk, yet the taste was undeniably good and impossible to resist.
On the other side, Qin Ruoshuang was also slowly sipping the soup her younger sister had stewed.
Her vivid red lips glistened with moisture as she drank, tempting anyone who looked to steal a taste.
Noticing Mu’er’s gaze, Qin Ruoshuang glanced down at her own bowl.
“Want some?”
Qin Mu hurriedly shook his head.
“No, no—Ruoshuang-jie, you drink it.”
Qin Mu! What’s happened to you!
When you were little your willpower was insanely strong—how did your self-control get weaker the older you got!
Well… this phenomenon was simple.
Back then you were too young—you had the weapon but it wasn’t much use yet.
You had to take good care of it, conserve energy, build strength.
Naturally there was no impulse.
Now that you were grown… after raising troops for a thousand days, they were finally deployed.
Spear unit—charge!
We swear to breach the gates and strike straight for the heart of the enemy!
We fight until the very last moment—we will not retreat until victory!
After the meal, Qin Mu swallowed the pill Mengyu-jie had refined for him and began seated cultivation.
With Qin Mu’s own talent, cultivating purely on his own wasn’t exactly painfully slow… but it was barely better than nothing.
While Qin Mu sat with eyes closed in meditation, directly across from him—
Qin Mengyu propped her delicate chin on one slender hand, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on her little brother, filled with tender affection.
As she gazed at Mu’er, she spoke.
“Ruoshuang-jie… what you did to Mu’er last night…”
After reaching Foundation Establishment, sleep became unnecessary—meditation and cultivation were enough to restore energy.
Let alone the Qin Family sisters, who were both at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Sleep was entirely optional for them.
Sleeping together with Mu’er was purely for the emotional thrill of it.
Last night Qin Mengyu had clearly sensed exactly what Ruoshuang-jie did to Mu’er—and she had even licked everything off her own hand afterward, making soft wet sounds.
“You did it too, didn’t you.”
Though Qin Ruoshuang didn’t talk much, she wasn’t clueless.
She could still tell whether Mu’er’s vital essence had been depleted or not.
No need to guess—her little sister must have taken plenty of sneaky bites while she wasn’t around.
Not that she herself hadn’t done the same many times.
Having her own actions exposed, Qin Mengyu’s cheeks flushed faintly with embarrassment.
“Mu’er is still young. We shouldn’t do this too often.”
After secretly indulging herself, she had prepared many nourishing medicinal dishes to help Mu’er recover.
Even though she felt guilty—as an elder sister she shouldn’t have so little restraint—her actions never slowed down.
Once there was a first time, there would be a second, third, fourth…
She at least understood how to control herself to some degree.
But Ruoshuang-jie was different.
Once she got carried away, she wouldn’t stop until she was fully satisfied.
If she really went all out and used her body to squeeze him dry, Mu’er’s small frame wouldn’t be able to withstand the destructive power of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Hearing this, Qin Ruoshuang looked a little dissatisfied.
“I only used my hand. You, Mengyu… you were rubbing against him.”
Qin Mengyu could no longer hold it together—her cheeks instantly turned bright red.
In an anime, steam would be rising from her head right now, accompanied by the sound of a boiling kettle.
“Ruoshuang-jie… h-how did you know?!”
That night she had made sure Ruoshuang-jie wasn’t there—she wasn’t even in the room!
How could she possibly know!
“The taste.”
Qin Ruoshuang said calmly.
“The taste?”
Qin Mengyu asked in confusion.
Qin Ruoshuang lifted the hand that had been up to mischief the night before and spoke with perfect composure:
“Mu’er’s… there… carried a faint, sweet fragrance of flower nectar.”
Qin Mengyu: “!!!”
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Those sisters are really something…