Great Yu Dynasty, Royal Capital, Seven Stars Sect Branch.
Nowadays, Qin Mu could be described as well-behaved and hardly leaving the house.
Since even going out to eat could cause trouble, he simply chose to stay indoors, sticking close to Aunt Lu and Yan’er Aunt, eating, drinking, sleeping—of course, not a drop of leisure—and was even forced to wake up early every day to cultivate.
“Ah! Aunt Lu, you said Miss Ruoshuang and Miss Mengyu will arrive in a few days!”
Hearing this news felt like a disaster to Qin Mu.
Heavens!
Earth!
Aunt Lu and Yan’er Aunt already managed him strictly enough.
If the elder sisters came too, how could he live on?!
Lu Qian rolled her eyes, annoyed.
“What, Mu’er, your two elder sisters are coming. As their younger brother, you’re not welcoming them?”
“Welcome… Of course, a warm welcome…”
Qin Mu forced a stiff smile.
Yesterday, Yan’er Aunt had just left to handle some matters.
He hadn’t even enjoyed the peace when the elder sisters were about to arrive…
Lu Qian patted Qin Mu’s little head.
“Later, Mu’er, go pick up those two girls. As for me, I have to meet an old friend, so I’ll leave this to you.”
To be honest, it was a bit unexpected for Lu Qian that these two girls finished their closed-door cultivation so quickly.
At this rate, within a hundred years, they would approach or even reach the Tribulation Stage.
After all, after Nascent Soul, the difficulty of breaking through realms rose sharply.
Reaching the Tribulation Stage was no longer just about cultivation—it required enlightenment.
Without understanding the Dao, one would be stuck, but upon enlightenment, they would advance to Great Ascension.
To prevent Qin Mu from causing trouble again, Lu Qian specifically sent two Foundation Establishment disciples to accompany him.
In the Royal Capital, there were several large Transmission Arrays.
Most cultivators coming and going used these, though there were many smaller arrays as well, built by nearby powers who paid for their construction.
On the Seven Stars Sect side, a young man with a miserable face approached the Transmission Array.
The disciple in charge of registration glanced at him, then at the two youths following behind, and asked, “Are the three of you preparing to transmit back to the sect, or to another branch?”
Qin Mu waved his hand.
“No, I’m here to wait for someone.”
The registration disciple nodded, saying no more.
Waiting for someone was common, and he wouldn’t ask who.
The two young men beside Qin Mu—one surnamed Huang, the other Sun.
Senior Brother Huang spoke up.
“Junior Brother, what’s your relationship with the Sect Master, anyway?”
He couldn’t help but ask after walking a while.
If he didn’t ask, it would itch at him.
In this period, more than a few in the Seven Stars Sect Branch had seen this youth living and eating with the Sect Master.
Moreover, the usually cold-faced Sect Master was as gentle as a spring breeze toward him.
All kinds of rumors spread in private.
Some said he was the Sect Master’s illegitimate child.
Others called him a pretty boy.
Still others claimed the Sect Master raised him as a pastime.
Qin Mu thought about how to explain.
Since he called her Aunt Lu—
“It’s a junior-senior relationship by blood.”
The two were clearly unconvinced.
A junior-senior relationship that involved the Sect Master hugging and kissing him at will?
Their eyes weren’t blind.
During this period, sometimes the Sect Master would kiss the youth in front of everyone as a reward.
Witnessing it made others envious, jealous, and resentful—when would they get such rewards?!
Seeing their disbelief, Qin Mu spread his hands.
I told you, but you wouldn’t believe it anyway.
What could I do?
Not long after, things grew noisier not far from Qin Mu, and the crowd kept growing.
Seeing this, Qin Mu’s heart thudded.
Done for.
Was trouble coming again?
Qin Mu really didn’t want any more trouble.
He edged away, but the two behind him seemed unafraid, their expressions eager as they tried to get closer and watch.
“Speaking of which, Junior Brother, you’re a Dao Sect disciple, right?”
Senior Brother Sun spoke.
Because Qin Mu had a Dao Sect Token hanging at his waist.
Qin Mu nodded.
“Yes. May I ask which sects the two Senior Brothers belong to…”
Senior Brother Huang pointed at the Sword Mark on his clothing.
“Haha, Junior Brother, are you pretending not to see? In the entire Seven Stars Sect, only the Sword Sect has this Sword Mark.”
“Speaking of which, Junior Brother, you know our Sword Sect’s Holy Maiden, right?”
Senior Brother Sun spoke.
Could Qin Mu not know? That was his elder sister.
“Of course, I’ve long heard of her great name.”
At the mention of the Holy Maiden, the two grew excited.
Senior Brother Huang sighed.
“Ai, compared to Her Highness the Holy Maiden, we’re far behind. We’re just late Foundation Establishment—haven’t even reached Golden Core—yet Her Highness became a Golden Core long ago.”
“Isn’t that right?”
Senior Brother Sun also sighed.
“But fortunately, our talent is still decent. Advancing to Golden Core is possible, but as for Nascent Soul, that’ll depend on fate.”
“By the way, Junior Brother, what level of Qi Cultivation are you at now?”
Qin Mu: “……”
I feel like hitting him.
Why bring up the most sensitive topic?
“Sixth level…”
Qin Mu replied with a forced smile.
Senior Brother Huang stroked his chin.
“Sixth level. Junior Brother, your talent… is rather ordinary.”
No, not ordinary—it’s really bad.
Not long ago, it was even worse—just third level.
In an instant, Qin Mu no longer wanted to engage with these Foundation Establishment disciples, feeling the difference in people’s levels.
Senior Brother Sun patted Qin Mu on the shoulder.
“It’s fine, Junior Brother. You have a close relationship with the Sect Master—your future is bright!”
Senior Brother Huang expressed that he, too, wished to benefit from the Sect Master, but it was impossible.
“Ai, if only I could meet Her Highness the Holy Maiden in person, I could die without regrets.”
“Forget it. Her Highness the Holy Maiden isn’t someone of our level can meet.”
As they spoke, two subtle fragrances drifted over, refreshing the soul.
Qin Mu smelled a familiar scent, his mind blanking for a moment before he suddenly turned around.
Two beautiful women stood gracefully, their appearances stunning beyond compare, drawing every gaze.
One wore red.
Her pretty face was icy, but paired with bright red lips, it created a unique charm.
Her long hair hung loosely to her waist, and her tight-fitting clothes outlined a slender waist and full chest, even accentuating her long legs.
The other wore pink.
Unlike the cold beauty beside her, she had a gentle smile, like a spring breeze.
Though her figure wasn’t as voluptuous as the red-clad beauty, her proportions were perfect—not too much, not too little—the golden ratio that made people praise perfection.
Qin Mu looked at Miss Ruoshuang, who had changed from her usual white attire to red.
This change in style looked great!
Qin Mengyu saw her younger brother staring at her sister with amazement.
Her cheeks puffed slightly.
Hmph!
No wonder she specifically bought a new red outfit before coming.
So this was the reason.
Qin Ruoshuang saw her younger brother’s stunned expression and felt immensely satisfied.
Indeed, all those books she read weren’t for nothing—a contrast in beauty aroused even more interest.
This time, between the two sisters, Qin Ruoshuang won.