Once the lodging was sorted out, the Senior Brothers and Sisters drifted off one by one, leaving Mu Zhiyao standing alone, staring into space.
Ye Qingli turned her head and caught sight of Mu Zhiyao’s blank expression. She couldn’t help but sigh to herself. “Poor kid. First time away from home, so she’s not used to it, huh? Still, the Xuanming Sect’s a good place. Good food, good fun, comfortable living. I get by just fine here. I’ll take Little Junior Sister around more from now on.”
What Mu Zhiyao was actually thinking, though, was: “Ahhh, a villa! Folks, I’ve moved into a villa! Back in modern society, all I could afford was a one-bedroom apartment. I die, I transmigrate, and now I get to live in a little villa. I, Luo Xiaoyou… no, wait, I, Mu Zhiyao, have finally made it!”
The more she thought about it, the wider her grin grew, until she was practically drooling.
Ye Qingli’s heart gave a little lurch. Oh no, oh no. Little Junior Sister didn’t look very bright. So it was true, then. When Master came back two days ago and said he’d taken in a Little Junior Sister with a poor spiritual root, he’d told everyone not to keep harping on cultivation and upsetting her. Not an exaggeration in the slightest.
Ye Qingli’s thoughts drifted back to the day Tang Luochuan returned riding the Nine Inkstone Blue Bird. He’d gathered his disciples together and said that destiny could not be defied, so he had taken in a Little Junior Sister.
Little Junior Sister was very cute.
But Little Junior Sister’s spiritual root was not very good.
And Little Junior Sister didn’t look very bright.
“You all have considerable talent in your own fields. Once Little Junior Sister arrives, you mustn’t show off too much in front of her. I, your master, don’t yet understand why destiny guides us this way, but destiny has its own destination. So for now, get along. I’ll go look for a way to help your Little Junior Sister reshape her spiritual root.” With that, Tang Luochuan leaped back onto the Nine Inkstone Blue Bird and was gone, as quick to leave as he had been to arrive.
When Mu Zhiyao came back to herself, she found her Fifth Senior Sister Ye Qingli watching her, apology and pity in her eyes.
What the hell, what happened, what’s going on! Why was Fifth Senior Sister looking at her like she was some poor little thing? Had she accidentally let her commoner mentality slip just now? Mu Zhiyao’s mind was a hundred thousand questions.
Heavens! She’d just gone from frugality to luxury all of a sudden and hadn’t switched roles in time, that was all!
Living in a little villa, she was truly happy. Folks, you know what I mean!
Probably because she thought Mu Zhiyao was truly a bit pitiful, Ye Qingli instinctively felt she had to cheer Little Junior Sister up, so she enthusiastically dragged Mu Zhiyao outside, saying she’d show her around the sect.
Mu Zhiyao couldn’t refuse in time, so she let Ye Qingli’s pull carry her to her feet, and out they went.
The Xuanming Sect’s grounds were laid out in a pleasing, uneven pattern. What shocked Mu Zhiyao most was how thick the atmosphere of daily life was, and how developed the livestock and fish farming was. There were cows, fish, and even a small kitchen.
“What?! You people still eat!” Mu Zhiyao’s eyes went wide. Wasn’t it rumored in the jianghu that everyone in the cultivation world fasted and never touched food? That was exactly why, after transmigrating here, her greatest fear had been that her cultivation was too shallow and she’d starve to death without food.
But the Xuanming Sect had a kitchen, folks!
What did having a kitchen mean? It meant Mu Zhiyao wouldn’t starve to death!
In an instant, Mu Zhiyao wept with joy.
Beside her, Ye Qingli suddenly understood. Sure enough, Little Junior Sister still needed more time to adapt to the new environment, so she enthusiastically pulled Mu Zhiyao along on a walking tour around the sect.