Seeing his two sisters arrive, Qin Mu immediately trotted forward to play the little lackey.
It had been a long time since she’d seen her younger brother, so Qin Mengyu couldn’t resist hugging him tightly, her fair cheek rubbing against the boy’s face.
“Hehe, it’s been so long. Did Mu’er miss his sister?”
The floral fragrance from Sister Mengyu rushed straight to Qin Mu’s head from such close contact, making his face flush as he replied,
“Of course I missed you.”
He tried to move and break free, but her embrace was too tight, so it was useless.
Both Qin Ruoshuang and Qin Mengyu were extremely tall, making Qin Mu look a bit small before them, and with their stunning looks and unique auras, they embodied the elder sister type.
“Mengyu-jie, I’m not a kid anymore. Besides, so many people are watching…”
Qin Mengyu loosened her grip a little, looking down at her brother’s embarrassed, red cheeks, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
“What’s there to be afraid of? It’s perfectly normal for a sister to hug her little brother. There’s nothing shameful about it.”
“Or could it be…”
A mischievous smile flashed in her eyes.
Qin Mengyu leaned in, her cherry lips close to Qin Mu’s ear, her breath soft as she teased, “Mu’er, are you embarrassed? So cute~”
He was already not a child, and yet Mengyu-jie still called him cute—Young Master Qin’s pride was deeply wounded!
Outrageous! I’ve already grown up, hey!
Though he was indeed a bit small, that couldn’t be helped—but Little Qin Mu wasn’t that little!
Of course, he couldn’t say such cringe-worthy things out loud.
Saying them would be the end.
After Qin Mengyu had hugged enough, she finally let go.
Before Young Master Qin could catch his breath, everything suddenly went dark as something soft and springy pressed directly against his face.
The cool sensation—no doubt it was Sister Ruoshuang.
Qin Mu struggled to poke his head out of the great white fluff, gasping for air.
Before him was an ice-cold beauty, with a few strands of hair teasing his nose and tickling him.
Qin Ruoshuang didn’t say anything.
Once she’d hugged enough, she let go too.
Finally freed, Qin Mu stretched and rubbed his sore body.
His little body really couldn’t withstand his sisters’ roughhousing.
At this moment, Sun Huang and the others were completely dumbfounded.
What’s going on!?
Who are these two super beauties!?
My god! It’s the Holy Maiden and the Holy Maiden of the Alchemy Sect!
Damn!
The Holy Maiden of the Alchemy Sect is hugging Junior Brother!
Shit!
The Holy Maiden hugged him too!
It’s over, it’s over—this world is too crazy!
That was the inner thoughts of the two.
Qin Mengyu grabbed her brother’s hand.
“Come, sister will take Mu’er to a big meal!”
Since Qin Mu still hadn’t reached Foundation Establishment, eating was still necessary, and having been a foodie of the Heavenly Dynasty in his previous life, he naturally loved good food in this one too.
Qin Ruoshuang also took his other hand, her lips curving in a slight arc.
Just like that, under the stunned gaze of the crowd, the two Holy Maidens led a boy away.
Baixiang Tower.
Although Qin Mu had run into trouble here last time, the food was still pretty good.
When the shop assistant saw Qin Mu, his leg trembled.
Why was this lord here again!
Last time the commotion was so big, and while outsiders didn’t know, Baixiang Tower certainly did.
But after so many years, they knew what should and shouldn’t be said.
The shop assistant hurried over.
This boy had connections with Lu Sect Leader—definitely not someone to offend.
“Oh, honored guest, what brings you here today?”
Qin Mu ordered a few dishes—just enough to fill up.
Besides, the stuff here was expensive as hell.
Soon, the food arrived.
Qin Mu ate as Qin Mengyu poured a glass of water and placed it by his hand.
Qin Mengyu recalled something Aunt Lu had told her recently.
“Mu’er, can you still write poetry?”
“Cough, cough!”
At her words, Qin Mu choked.
“Mengyu-jie, how could I have such talents? You know as well as I do—whenever the teacher lectured, I’d be sleeping soundly.”
Qin Mengyu tapped her chin with her index finger.
That was true.
“That boy named Kun…”
“Aiya, Mengyu-jie, let’s not talk about this.”
Qin Mu quickly interrupted.
He resolved to never casually plagiarize poetry again—being questioned about it was too much trouble.
After eating, Qin Mu followed his two sisters to the Seven Stars Sect Branch in the Royal Capital.
As Holy Maidens, Qin Ruoshuang and Qin Mengyu had the right to live alone, but instead, they chose to squeeze into Aunt Lu’s room.
Qin Mu was left speechless.
Alright, even changing the location didn’t stop this ‘rice bowl covering’ plot from unfolding.
While Mengyu-jie was tidying up, Qin Mu moved his little stool over to Ruoshuang-jie’s side.
Qin Ruoshuang watched as her brother approached of his own accord, deeply puzzled.
Usually, Mu’er would avoid her.
“Hehe.”
Qin Mu rubbed his hands, giving a fawning smile.
“Ruoshuang-jie, I want to learn swordsmanship.”
Not far away, Qin Mengyu’s delicate body trembled at these words.
Her movements paused as she glanced at her sister out of the corner of her eye.
Qin Ruoshuang patted her brother’s small head.
The coldness in her eyes faded, replaced by a hint of gentleness.
Her vermillion lips parted slightly.
“You can—but it’s very tough.”
Qin Mu’s expression turned bitter.
But thinking about how he always relied on the Thirty-Six Stratagems to escape dangerous situations, he made up his mind.
No, I must become a powerhouse!
If not, how can I build a harem!
After all, that’s every man’s dream!
Protected all day by aunties and sisters, he didn’t even have the chance to meet other beautiful elder sisters—how could he ever ‘open a harem’?
But sword training was hard.
Only by comprehending one’s own Sword Intent could one be considered a true beginner.
“I’m not afraid! Come on, let the storm hit me hard!”
Seeing the determination in Mu’er’s eyes, Qin Ruoshuang suddenly had a thought.
“In fact, there is a way to instantly master Sword Intent.”
“Really!?”
But there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
Qin Mu asked,
“There won’t be any side effects, right?”
Qin Ruoshuang shook her head.
“No.”
Hearing this, Qin Mengyu’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that method!?
Learning there was a shortcut, Qin Mu was overjoyed.
“Great! Ruoshuang-jie, you’re the best!”
Seeing Mu’er’s excitement, Qin Ruoshuang’s gaze became predatory, like a hunter eyeing its prey.
She licked her lips, seductively.
“As long as Mu’er is obedient, we can double—”
“Ruoshuang-jie!”
Qin Mengyu instantly appeared, covering Qin Ruoshuang’s lips with her hand.
“Mu’er is still too young! Things like this should wait a few years!”
“Huh? A few years?”
Qin Mu’s rising fighting spirit was instantly extinguished.
“In a few years, I’ll be eighteen or nineteen already.”
Qin Mengyu looked at her brother’s disappointed face and pressed her lips together.
“I have a method too. But Mu’er, in the future, don’t listen to Ruoshuang-jie so easily. Be careful, or you’ll be eaten down to the bone.”
Qin Mu couldn’t understand what Mengyu-jie meant.
“Mengyu-jie, could Ruoshuang-jie even harm me?”
Qin Mengyu opened her mouth, then glared at her sister, signaling not to try stealing the first taste.
“Your Ruoshuang-jie wouldn’t hurt you, but that method isn’t something Mu’er can handle right now.”
After all, she’d endured for so many years and was at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Qin Mengyu feared that if Ruoshuang-jie lost control, with Mu’er’s frail body and Qi Cultivation level, being over-drained would be disastrous.
“In any case, when it comes to sword training, I need to be present as well.”
Hearing Mengyu-jie say this, Qin Mu could only nod in agreement.