Chapter 2: Big Sister Is Here

The Entry Test of the Seven Star Sect was simple.

As long as you had Qi Cultivation, that was enough.

After all, being able to step into Qi Cultivation made you a small genius already.

On the Heavenly Profound Continent, a large portion of people still couldn’t draw Qi into their bodies.

Some people, unwilling to accept this, sought other ways.

A few took different paths, becoming martial cultivators who proved the Dao through physical strength.

Some relied on their own talents, using literature to attract the fortune of the Star of Literature, entering the Dao through words.

In short, among the Three Thousand Daos, the path of cultivation wasn’t the only road.

Still, cultivation was considered the simpler path—you just needed to know how to draw in Qi.

The other paths required tremendous willpower and talent.

But right now, Qin Mu, who had passed the Entry Test, felt immense pressure.

He seemed to be…the lowest in cultivation…

Qi Refining Third Layer.

Even a dog, after ten years, wouldn’t be stuck at the third layer.

That was what a certain fellow said when Qin Mu asked him earlier.

That sentence shattered Qin Mu’s mental state instantly.

Wuwu, didn’t Sister say my cultivation speed was average for normal people?

She said her kind of cultivation speed was abnormal.

Qin Mu, who had always believed in his sister’s words since childhood, was in tears today.

Qin Mu sat under a large tree, looking at the faces of the youths who had passed the Entry Test, their faces full of life.

He felt he had nothing left to live for.

Qi Refining Third Layer.

How did I even pass the test?

Crack!

A thunderclap echoed in his mind.

Oh right, there was still that book he bought!

Qin Mu sat up at once, took out the room tag the Elder had just given him, found his Temporary Room, and pushed open the door.

Inside was very simple—a table, a chair, a bed.

On the right side of the entrance was a small tree, and on the left, another small tree.

Closing the door, Qin Mu took out the book he’d spent nine Ling Stones on—a huge sum (for him)—and bought.

“Hehe, let me see what secrets it holds.”

He opened the first page, which introduced the Seven Star Sect.

Inside the sect, there were seven departments called the Seven Sects.

After passing the entry assessment, the Seven Sects would choose their own Disciples.

He turned the page.

A portrait appeared—an attractive young man.

Below, it read:

Chen Shuo, nineteen, Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer, from the Chen Family of Star City.

Ruthless and unscrupulous, he uses any means to achieve his goals.

“Useless. This doesn’t help at all. What I want are the secrets to passing!”

Qin Mu turned to the next page angrily—and his eyes lit up at once.

A young girl entered his vision.

She wore a slightly sheer white dress.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but admire the artist’s skill—the faint lines beneath the veil, the delicate collarbone at the neckline, the exquisitely sketched face.

Even Qin Mu, who had long been battered by his sister’s beauty, had to admit it.

“Is it nice?”

A cool voice sounded behind him.

Qin Mu answered instinctively.

“Not bad, not bad, very nice.”

The words left his mouth before his brain, recently lost, seemed to return.

His body tensed instantly.

I’m doomed…

He stiffly turned around.

He didn’t know when a beautiful figure had appeared in the room.

She wore a white palace dress, sword patterns embroidered on the hem.

Her figure was tall and slender, the clothes highlighting her perfect curves.

Her jet-black hair was unbound, cascading to her slender waist.

Her face was cold, majestic without anger, as if ice might spread at any moment.

Her rosy lips gleamed.

Her rare smile and crimson eyes radiated chill.

“Ruo…Ruoshuang-jie…”

Qin Mu spoke cautiously, afraid she’d smack his butt with a sword hilt at any moment.

Qin Ruoshuang’s gaze fell on the portrait in Qin Mu’s hand.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and a wave of icy intent shot straight to Qin Mu’s crown.

I’m finished…

A shameful tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

This expression, this tone—Qin Mu knew it all too well.

Ruoshuang-jie would probably beat his butt until it bloomed.

He remembered, as a child, trying to imitate a villainous Young Master bullying maids.

By ill fate, his sister saw.

That night, the Young Master’s wails echoed throughout the Qin Family.

From then on, everyone praised the Qin Family’s strict upbringing, and Master Qin’s wise discipline.

Just as Qin Mu braced for his butt to blossom, a gentle voice rang in his ears, giving him a lifeline.

“Alright, Jie, don’t scare Mu’er anymore.”

A flowery fragrance filled the air.

Another beautiful figure had appeared at Qin Mu’s side.

She wore a white and pink dress, her skin smooth as mutton-fat jade.

Her long hair was slightly curled.

Though simply dressed, her shapely figure was perfectly outlined—not too thin or too plump, just right.

Her looks were gentle and sweet, her gaze full of life, like a work of art—beautiful and flawless—evoking the memory of a first love.

Seeing her, Qin Mu nearly burst into tears.

” Mengyu-jie! “

Qin Mengyu reached out, ruffled Qin Mu’s hair, and smiled softly.

“Alright, alright. Mu’er isn’t a child anymore. If you cry in front of your sisters again, we’ll laugh at you.”

She pinched Qin Mu’s nose, then picked up the book in his hands.

Gazing at the portrait of the stunning girl, a trace of displeasure flashed in Qin Mengyu’s eyes.

Boom——

Flames erupted in her hand.

Qin Mu watched as the book he’d spent a fortune on burned to ashes.

“If you want to buy a book next time, just tell your sisters. If you read too many of these, you’ll turn bad.”

Qin Mengyu said with a smile.

For some reason, looking at Mengyu-jie’s smiling face filled Qin Mu with a sense of dread.

“Mm, mm, of course.”

Qin Mu nodded furiously.

Qin Mengyu smiled gently, patted Qin Mu’s head, and behind his back, gave Qin Ruoshuang an “ok” gesture.

Qin Ruoshuang nodded and put away her chill.

It had always been like this since childhood—the two sisters played good cop, bad cop.

Qin Ruoshuang wielded the stick, scolding Qin Mu, while Qin Mengyu played peacemaker, offering him a sweet date after the scolding.

They played their roles flawlessly.

Of course, there were times they teamed up.

Like the day Young Master Qin bullied the maids, the sisters strung him up and beat him all night, with no chance for mercy.

Master Qin, worried his only heir would be broken by his daughters, specially warned them: don’t be impulsive, only punish when necessary, and be gentle with little Qin Mu.

“By the way, Jie, can I really pass the assessment? If not, maybe I should just go home.”

Qin Mu looked at Qin Mengyu with hopeful eyes.

If not, that’d be great!

Living here under his sisters’ watchful eyes was far less carefree than home.

“My Mu’er will definitely pass the assessment. If anyone says otherwise, your sister will be the first to disagree.”

Qin Mengyu pulled her brother to sit on the bed.

At the same time, a trace of True Qi extended, sensing his cultivation was still at Qi Refining Third Layer.

She frowned slightly.

Qin Ruoshuang also sat by the bed, taking Qin Mu’s other hand.

The two sisters exchanged confused looks.

They’d fed their brother many rare treasures, yet his cultivation never increased.

It left them both troubled.

“Maybe I should just go back. Among these people, I seem to have the lowest cultivation.”

As the third strongest in the Qin Family (self-proclaimed), Young Master Qin believed that even if he couldn’t compare to his sisters, he should be doing well.

But this year, his confidence was shattered, more than even crumbled ice.

“Hmph! Just cut them down, then Mu’er will be number one.”

Qin Ruoshuang said coldly.

“Jie, we agreed—no fighting and killing in front of Mu’er! You have to control this habit of chopping people. Mu’er’s still young and can’t handle these things.”

Qin Mengyu said helplessly.

“Mengyu-jie, I’m not a kid!”

Qin Mu protested, trying hard to defend himself.

He was already fifteen—almost a grown man!

“Even if you grow up, you’ll always be our little brother.”

“But what about when I get married? Dad said, before getting a wife, I have to be a real man!”

The moment he spoke, Qin Mu’s hands suddenly hurt.

“Ouch, ouch, Ruoshuang-jie, Mengyu-jie, you two…”

Before he could finish, Qin Mu saw wisps of black energy float around him.

“Hehe, Mu’er, it’s far too early to talk about marriage…”

“If you dare look for that, Jie will chop you!”

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