Chapter 17: Time to Follow Sister Ruoshuang

The Holy Maiden of the Alchemy Sect, Qin Mengyu, openly killed an Elder.

This incident swept through the entire Seven Star Sect at lightning speed, and people were fiercely debating its cause.

Some said the Elder was a spy from the Demonic Sect.

Others claimed the Elder had stolen the Alchemy Sect’s supreme treasure and was discovered.

Still others insisted the Elder had gone mad due to a cultivation mishap.

Of course, those opposed to Qin Mengyu called it a blatant violation of sect rules and demanded severe punishment.

Everyone waited for news from the Elder Council, but days passed with no response—no word at all.

Instead, all manner of rumors began to spread.

As for Qin Mu, the person involved, after being framed when he left the house, he simply stayed quietly in Qin Mengyu’s room, eating, drinking, and sleeping every day.

Young Master Qin could only say this world was too insane.

As for Qin Mengyu, being his Elder Sister, she was delighted by the situation and promptly ordered all matters requiring her attention to be sent to her residence.

Three days of slacking later, Big Sister Qin Ruoshuang arrived.

Qin Mengyu saw her sister and walked forward seriously.

“Elder Sister, for the next few days, Mu’er will be staying with you. If you sneak food again, Youngest Sister will be angry.”

Qin Ruoshuang nodded slightly.

“I won’t next time.”

Qin Mengyu stared at her suspiciously, then sighed lightly.

Even as a younger sister, she couldn’t fathom what was in her Elder Sister’s head.

Entering the room, Qin Mengyu pulled up Qin Mu, who was still fast asleep.

“Dreamyu-jie, what is it?”

Qin Mu rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Seeing the white-robed figure, his eyes flew wide open, all sleep vanished.

“Ru… Ruoshuang-jie!”

Frightened, Qin Mu jumped up from the bed.

From childhood, Young Master Qin had feared nothing—except his two Elder Sisters.

Especially Big Sister Qin Ruoshuang.

Qin Mengyu had always treated Qin Mu with gentle care, occasionally scolding him.

But Qin Ruoshuang was entirely different.

If Qin Mu misbehaved even a little, she’d spank him without mercy.

Even now that he’d grown up, she showed no leniency.

As a result, every time Qin Mu saw Qin Ruoshuang, he was terrified.

Seeing her little brother get up, Qin Ruoshuang approached.

“Let’s go.”

“Alright…”

Qin Mu replied dejectedly.

He’d guessed earlier—there was no way he’d be allowed to stay in Dreamyu-jie’s place forever.

Sigh.

The days of sleeping until noon were over.

Woo woo…

He got dressed and walked to the door.

Qin Mengyu handed him a Storage Pouch.

“Mu’er, inside are pills for cultivation and healing. Cultivate properly, okay?”

Qin Mengyu exhorted earnestly.

Finally, she watched her brother’s figure disappear, unable to let go.

Only then did Qin Mengyu look away.

“It’s almost time…”

She murmured.

***

“Uwaa! Ruoshuang-jie, slow down, I’m afraid of heights!”

A giant sword sliced through the sky.

Qin Mu clung to Qin Ruoshuang’s slender waist, legs trembling.

He’d once asked why his sister didn’t buy a Feizhou like Mengyu-jie.

The answer was a spanking.

After that, he never dared bring it up again.

Qin Mu risked a glance below, his legs instantly giving way.

He tightened his grip even more.

At this moment, controlling the Flying Sword, Qin Ruoshuang’s cold eyes held a faint trace of pink.

After soaring across half the Seven Star Sect, the giant sword landed steadily on a mountain peak.

“Huff—huff—”

His heart pounding and legs quivering, Qin Mu’s eyes filled with tears as his feet finally touched the ground.

It felt good to be alive!

“Come.”

Before Qin Mu could recover, Ruoshuang-jie’s pale hand grabbed his and led him forward.

“Ruoshuang-jie, where are we going?”

“To eat.”

Only those who reached the Foundation Establishment Stage could go without food.

At the Qi Cultivation stage, one still needed to eat.

There were Fasting Pills, but those were for breakthroughs.

Normally, disciples ate Spiritual Food, absorbing Qi from Spiritual Ingredients to temper the body.

Thus, every sect in Seven Star Sect had dining halls to provide disciples with Spiritual Food.

Qin Mu was dragged by his sister to a place with a large “Dao” character above it.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard a ruckus inside.

The words “Number Three Dining Hall” were carved on the entrance.

Creak—

He pushed the door open.

The hall was vast enough to seat a thousand people.

As the white-robed fairy entered, holding a young man’s hand, the noisy disciples inside fell silent.

The fairy was tall and slender, with flowing black hair and a white robe outlining a graceful figure.

Her skin was jade-pale, emitting a faint cold light.

Her eyes were as clear and aloof as a winter lake, untouched by mortal dust, both cold and proud.

At the sight of the white-robed fairy, the disciples’ minds had only one answer—Sword Sect Holy Maiden Qin Ruoshuang.

She truly lived up to her name, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

But why was the Sword Sect Holy Maiden appearing in the Dao Sect dining hall, holding a young man’s hand so intimately?

Many male disciples were consumed with envy, wishing they could take his place.

“It’s over. My youth has ended. The most unattainable Sword Sect Holy Maiden is holding hands with someone!”

“Don’t say that. Maybe he’s her disciple. Remember, the Holy Maiden is one of the youngest Golden Core Realm cultivators in our sect’s history.”

“Unforgivable. I also want to hold the Holy Maiden’s hand…”

“I’d better go sleep. Anything is possible in dreams.”

Stifled by Qin Ruoshuang’s powerful aura, the disciples could only communicate with voice transmission.

“Uh…”

Qin Mu looked around, realizing he was the center of attention.

The stares varied—envy, shock, anger.

Combined with the sudden silence, Qin Mu swallowed and dared not speak.

He let Ruoshuang-jie drag him to the meal counter.

The Duty Disciple on shift saw Qin Ruoshuang approach.

Her cold presence made his teeth chatter.

“H-Holy Maiden, what would you like to eat?”

The Duty Disciple asked nervously.

Qin Ruoshuang glanced at the dishes and pointed to three or four.

“Quickly.”

Her voice was pleasant but frosty.

“Of course, of course!”

The Duty Disciple nodded frantically.

Qin Ruoshuang pulled her brother to an empty seat.

Before long, the food arrived.

Qin Mu looked at the dishes.

They were all his favorites.

He hadn’t eaten and had flown a long way—his stomach was already growling.

After a few bites, Qin Ruoshuang asked, “How’s the taste?”

“Mm, not bad.”

Qin Mu mumbled through a mouthful, eating ravenously.

“Burp—”

He patted his belly contentedly.

Qin Ruoshuang saw the oil on his lips and naturally wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

The disciples around them collectively sucked in a cold breath.

“Let’s go.”

Qin Ruoshuang once more took Young Master Qin’s hand and left the dining hall.

The moment her cold figure disappeared, the quiet hall erupted into chaos.

Male disciples wailed everywhere.