I really want to beat up my junior sister
“Disciple, have you finished eating?”
Mu Lingyan withdrew her gaze: “Yes, Master, shall we go back?”
He Xuan stood up to pay the bill.
When the master and disciple returned to the Hu residence, Mu Lingyan still bought many lanterns.
Those oddly shaped lanterns hung haphazardly all over He Xuan, making his face appear even more jade-like and exceptionally handsome.
Yet, the more one looked, the more comical it seemed.
Mu Lingyan escorted He Xuan to his room door, waved her little hand, and said cheerfully, “Good night, Master… rest well—”
With a “bang,” the door was mercilessly shut.
Mu Lingyan’s low giggles gradually turned into bent-over laughter.
As her laughter subsided, she whispered to herself.
“Master was so adorable today…”
Inside the room, He Xuan, who was meditating and regulating his breath, heard this and couldn’t hide the complexity in his expression. His eyes flickered before returning to their usual coldness.
Mu Lingyan found another clean guest room to stay in, closed her eyes, and lay on the bed pretending to sleep.
She asked the System: “Little Weakling, how much experience did I gain today?”
System: “Congratulations, host! Today, He Xuan held your little hand and even tapped your head. With all that interaction, experience +10. You now have 12 experience points!”
Hearing the System’s reply, Mu Lingyan rolled over in frustration.
Gaining experience points was just too difficult.
He Xuan was like an iron tree that wouldn’t bloom for a thousand years. After all that effort, she only gained 10 points. The reward still felt far out of reach.
Forget it…
Mu Lingyan sat up abruptly from the bed and began meditating to cultivate.
She might as well work harder.
No golden finger was as reliable as her own abilities.
The System in her Sea of Consciousness nodded in satisfaction.
Who would have thought that the host it, a weakling in combat, had found not only had a proper worldview but was also so diligent and ambitious.
It was truly touching!
Mu Lingyan brought her two fingers together, and a cultivation manual flew out from her Storage Ring.
The manual hovered before her, its golden characters swirling and dancing, straining her eyes.
Summoning the same determination she had during final exam reading comprehension sessions in her past life, she began studying the manual.
Surprisingly, she actually managed to figure something out.
The speed of cultivation depended on several factors.
First, it was related to one’s innate Spiritual Root aptitude. She was born with a mutated single ice Spiritual Root, so her talent was unquestionable.
Second, it was related to the width of one’s meridians. Those with wider meridians could absorb and digest spiritual energy faster.
Third, it was related to the method of exhaling the old and inhaling the new—in simpler terms, changing the rhythm of breathing.
By controlling the frequency and depth of breathing, one could coordinate nourishment and clear the meridians.
If understood this way, wasn’t it just like the breathing techniques used in yoga in her past life? She could apply them here.
After thoroughly grasping the manual, Mu Lingyan began circulating her energy through the major and minor cycles.
Soon after, the surrounding spiritual energy surged into her body like a whirlpool.
Unintentionally, she entered the state of self-forgetfulness that everyone in the Cultivation World envied.
In such a profound state, her cultivation became twice as effective with half the effort.
The System in her Sea of Consciousness was so shocked it couldn’t speak. This time, it had truly struck gold.
In the higher plane, all Systems had work to do, except for it, which was idle. However, upon hearing that someone had altered this small world and mortals were being dragged in, the higher-ups kicked it down here.
Now, it felt it hadn’t chosen the wrong person. The host would definitely achieve Ascension and enter the higher plane.
By then, it would also rise in status.
That night, Mu Lingyan worked hard, while the System happily dreamed of the future.
Meanwhile, He Xuan gazed silently at the spiritual power vortex forming next door.
It seemed he needed to speed up his actions.
……
“Hah…”
What a refreshing feeling!
Mu Lingyan awoke from regulating her breath to find the sky outside already bright.
She stretched her arms and legs, doing a few simple stretches.
Pushing the door open, she saw Ruan Jiujiu walking over while rubbing her head, her small face scrunched up like a bun.
“Senior Sister! My head hurts so much…”
Mu Lingyan sighed helplessly, “Of course it hurts. You slept from yesterday noon until…”
She glanced up at the sun, “…until today noon.”
Ruan Jiujiu clenched her fists, “That damned skin-peeling demon, how dare she ambush me! If she hadn’t caught me off guard, I would’ve beaten her until she was crawling on the ground!”
“Junior Sister, let’s stop bragging. Go call Master, we need to head back to the sect!”
“Oh…”
Ruan Jiujiu walked ahead, still rubbing her head and muttering discontentedly under her breath.
Because yesterday was so embarrassing!
She didn’t even do anything before getting knocked out once by the skin-peeling demon, then fainting again from fright after waking up.
Wah…
She hoped Senior Sister would keep it a secret!
As the two stood before He Xuan’s door, he happened to open it.
With sharp eyes, Ruan Jiujiu noticed strange objects piled up in her Master’s room and rushed over to pick one up.
“Huh? Master, where did you get this lantern? Why is it so ugly!”
Mu Lingyan thought: What’s ugly about it? It’s clearly adorable.
“And you bought so many of them!” Ruan Jiujiu clicked her tongue disdainfully twice more.
He Xuan raised an eyebrow, looking smugly at Mu Lingyan.
As if to say, See? I told you these things were ugly.
Mu Lingyan coughed twice, snatched the lanterns from Ruan Jiujiu’s hands, and stored them in her storage ring.
Stubbornly defending herself, “What do you know, little kid? What’s ugly about them? This is called childlike charm, okay!”
“Childlike charm? I’m not that old either, but I don’t feel any charm.” Ruan Jiujiu slapped her forehead, “Oh! I know! Little Eggskin from the sect would probably like them!”
“Little Eggskin?” Mu Lingyan didn’t react at first.
He Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Mu Lingyan suddenly remembered—because she had a dog in her modern life, she had also given the Kunshan Sword Sect in the novel a guardian spirit dog.
Its name was Little Eggskin!
“Ugh…” Her hands itched—she really wanted to smack her junior sister!
“Alright, alright, enough chatter. Let’s hurry back to the sect! The Sect Leader is waiting for our mission report!”
“Don’t be like that, Senior Sister! Let me play with that mushroom lantern of yours. I’ll take it back to make Third Senior Brother laugh!”
Mu Lingyan kicked her lightly. Why was this kid so annoying!
“Play, play, play! Hurry up and get on the flying ship!”
Ruan Jiujiu pouted, still mumbling under her breath about how fierce her senior sister was, as if she had made those lanterns herself.
Unbeknownst to He Xuan, from earlier until now, a faint warmth had been hidden in his eyes.
The three boarded the flying ship, and He Xuan sat down to cultivate.
Mu Lingyan had originally planned to cultivate as well but was interrupted by that annoying someone.
Ruan Jiujiu’s fingers danced swiftly, green light swirling as vines sprouted from within.
Her small hands moved quickly, weaving a lantern in no time, which she then handed to Mu Lingyan.
“Senior Sister, I never knew your taste was so unique. Here, a vine lantern for you?”
Mu Lingyan’s face darkened, “Is this how you use Immortal Arts? Go cultivate properly!”
Ruan Jiujiu let out a pitiful “oh.”
Just as she was about to retreat.
Just then, she heard her senior sister say with feigned reluctance, “Leave the lantern here!”