Starting with 50 Spirit Stones and 2 Hours with My Senior Sister as Daoist Consort

“No need—you’re too slow.”

Even with some goodwill toward Li Chuan, Su Yaoyue shot him down without a second thought.

And damn, it was brutal.

Mainly, she’d taken internal injuries and was itching to heal up.

Li Chuan, flying over all chipper, twitched—didn’t expect her to nix even this simple ask.

Back to the ice queen act, huh?

Too slow, she says!

A sly grin crept up his face—still slow now?

He was about to toss out 500 Spirit Stones to flex on her, but mid-thought, his hand only pulled 23 from the Qiankun Pouch.

His face froze—he’d blown through his stash on the junior sisters lately.

The Spirit Plants in his Qiankun Pouch? Still unsold.

Sloppy move.

Su Yaoyue, after dropping her line, flew off—didn’t even catch his little fumble.

Li Chuan fumed.

“Senior Sister, wait—I’ve got something to say!” he yelled.

She glanced back, pace steady, confusion flickering in those pretty eyes.

Li Chuan calling her out so much? Weird vibes.

Then, via sound transmission, he hit her with: “Senior Sister, I’d like to form an Immortal Bond with you.”

That line? Pure dynamite.

Su Yaoyue’s pale face flashed shock—but no anger.

Worthy of a Yin-Yang Sect sister.

“Junior Brother, you’ve got the wrong person,” she said coolly.

Li Chuan acted like he didn’t hear. “I hope Senior Sister can spare a day. I’m willing to offer 1000 Spirit Stones to help you cut through the thorns on your cultivation path.”

Her face twitched, stunned.

Before she could react, he upped it. “1500 Spirit Stones—I’ll give 1500 to help you slash through obstacles and tread the immortal road.”

Visibly, her vibe softened—no more killer glare in her eyes.

Like an auction bidder, Li Chuan didn’t pause. “2000 Spirit Stones—I’ll stake 2000 to push you further on the cultivation road.”

“Your resolve to help me? Surprising,” she said, eyes sparkling.

Generals love straight shooters—Li Chuan’s rapid-fire approach won her over.

She turned her head.

But before flying off, she left him this: “Having your help is my luck, Junior Brother. These next few days, I’ll be at my place.”

If not for her injuries, she’d have stayed just for that admiration.

Li Chuan grinned ear-to-ear, unstoppable.

He eyed the 23 Spirit Stones in his hand—tossed ‘em away.

Chump change—not worthy of him.

He took off on his sword—the old guy and crew scrambled to snatch the discarded stones, nearly scrapping over a few.

Man, same cultivation gig, but what a gap!

Back at base, the junior sisters were out cold.

Dawn hit—they trailed him back, cute little eye bags and all.

Dragging along non-flyers slowed the trip—half a day later, sun nearly down, they reached the sect.

After ditching the junior sisters, Li Chuan hit the Mission Hall.

He’d cut a deal with Mo Xiangling—no need to settle with Zhou Hanhe. Straight to her usual office spot.

Unless she was patrolling or swamped, she’d be there most times.

Lucky day—she was in.

Not just her—Hu Min was there too, chatting about who-knows-what.

Two beauties in the room—Hu Min a notch below, but still top-tier. A sight for sore eyes.

“Junior Brother Li Chuan, you’re here!” Mo Xiangling beamed, reaching to undo her waistband like it was nothing.

Hu Min gawked.

Hold up, Senior Sister—I’m right here!

No shame?

Li Chuan’s face darkened, scolding her stern. “Be serious—work hours.”

Had to stone-face it—give Mo Xiangling an inch, she’d climb all over him.

Ugh, annoying.

She giggled behind her hand.

Loved teasing him—lecherous, weak, but loaded.

Her teasing wasn’t coy flirting—straight-up action.

“Junior Brother Li Chuan.” Hu Min saw him approach and bowed quick.

A senior sister bowing to a junior? Only happened with him.

“Mm,” he grunted, plopping into Mo Xiangling’s seat, then eyeing Hu Min.

Her nerves spiked under his stare—what’s he up to?

Again?

But Senior Sister Mo’s here!

Well, judging by Mo Xiangling’s move just now, she wouldn’t back her up.

After a beat, Hu Min caught on—dropped to her knees by his thigh, massaging it.

Li Chuan nodded, satisfied, patting her head. “Good girl.”

He reached to toss her a few Spirit Stones—then remembered he’d chucked his last 23.

Why’d he keep thinking he’s rich? Weird.

Shaking it off, he pulled a 10-Spirit-Stone Spirit Plant and held it to her mouth.

That familiar scene dragged up ugly memories for Hu Min.

Last time, he fed her plain grass—this time, a Spirit Plant.

She opened wide, taking it in.

Eating a Spirit Plant raw? Huge waste—barely 2 Spirit Stones’ worth of energy absorbed from 10.

But Li Chuan fed it—who’d dare complain?