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

“Junior Brother, you can’t play favorites.”

Mo Xiangling’s voice piped up—Li Chuan glanced over, and there she was, kneeling too, out of nowhere.

Seriously—way too eager.

Watching her mimic Hu Min, massaging him, he smirked, pulled out a Spirit Plant, and offered it to her.

But Mo Xiangling saw it, turned her head, and huffed. “Hmph.”

“Oh, not eating, huh?” he teased.

It was the same 10-Spirit-Stone plant he’d fed Hu Min. With her status? She’d never bite.

Kneeling for 10 Spirit Stones—her kneel wasn’t that cheap.

Li Chuan did it on purpose—payback for her always trying to “serve” him.

He shrugged and fed the plant to Hu Min instead.

Hu Min wanted to cry—should she be touched or what?!

He pulled another Spirit Plant—Mo Xiangling peeked, then turned away again. “Hmph.”

This time, the huff was quieter.

Reason? This one was worth 100 Spirit Stones.

“You’re picky now when there’s food?” Li Chuan wasn’t coddling her—he pinched her mouth open and stuffed it in.

Come on—know your place.

Mo Xiangling chewed, cheeks puffed, her phoenix eyes glaring at him with mock resentment.

Her kneeling, him sitting—the view from his angle? Too damn good.

His heart skipped again.

No—today, he belonged to Su Yaoyue.

He shoved her face away, hard. “Get lost—keep staring, and I’ll smack you.”

That cursed perfect face—gorgeous from every damn angle.

Before she could reply, he dropped his trump card.

The room filled with a pile of Spirit Plants.

Mo Xiangling’s face lit up, her voice turning syrupy. “Oh, Junior Brother’s still the best—so quick, and already snagged this many Spirit Plants!”

Him making bank meant she made bank.

Rough guess? She’d skim a fifth—how could she not be thrilled?

Hu Min watched, eyes dripping envy. If she had a tenth of Li Chuan’s knack, she wouldn’t be stuck munching 10-Spirit-Stone scraps—100-Spirit-Stone stuff like Mo Xiangling, at least.

“Cut the chatter—settle up,” Li Chuan snapped.

Mo Xiangling had sparked his fire—he needed to hit up Su Yaoyue pronto.

“Yes, yes, yes—Junior Brother’s orders, how could Senior Sister slack?” She stood, nibbling the Spirit Plant, tallying away.

Most folks eating Spirit Plants raw? Waste—can’t absorb the energy. Not her.

She could use it all—not “absorb,” exactly, but harness it.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t chomp every chance she got—and still not break through after years.

Once she got to work, she was all business—serious vibes that got Li Chuan going again.

Occupational allure, probably.

Imagining her high-and-mighty self dragged down into the dirt? That thrill—unmatched.

The agonizing wait? A grind for him too.

Especially with temptation dangling.

“Junior Brother, done.”

“Way more than last time.”

“18,762 Spirit Stones, 38,811 contribution points.”

Her voice hit like heavenly bells—Li Chuan sighed relief.

Hu Min too—she’d been terrified someone’d walk in and see her kneeling by him.

She was Zhou Hanhe’s Dao Companion, after all—everyone in the Mission Hall knew her.

Yin-Yang Sect pushed disciples to temper their Dao hearts, but that’s easier said than done—she had pride too.

“Junior Brother, wanna double-check?” Mo Xiangling asked.

“Nah, I trust you, Senior Sister,” he waved off.

Who’s got time to nitpick?

Mo Xiangling had no limits with Spirit Stones, but on this? He trusted her line held.

It’d be easy to bust her—and firm Dao heart types don’t stoop to scams.

She earned her cash straight-up.

Even the Sect Leader couldn’t stop her sampling Spirit Plants disciples sold to the sect.

All about freedom—bold and open.

Real talk—he had a rough idea of useful Spirit Plants’ worth, but the contribution for clearing useless ones? Mostly clueless.

Checking plant by plant? He’d be stuck all day.

Grabbing the Spirit Stones, he tossed the spare 62 to Hu Min and bolted.

Why not tip Mo Xiangling?

Honestly, a hundred or two wouldn’t faze her.

Li Chuan was flush, not a sucker—no point humiliating her with chump change now, so he skipped it.

But her pouty glare as he left? Heartbreaking—almost made him stay.

Damn Spirit Stones—why so seductive?

A lofty steward, outer sect darling—how’d she get this good at reeling him in?

Ugh, Spirit Stones are trash—he’d burn through ‘em quick.

Su Yaoyue got special entry to the sect—killer skills, stunning looks, and once-top outer sect contribution—so she had her own pad.

Oh, wait—Li Chuan had long snatched that top contribution spot.

Didn’t change her digs, though—still a cut above other outer sect folks.

Qi Refining disciples? Most had shaky Dao hearts—like mortals, they’d gossip about beauties and cash when chilling.

“Yo, hear that? That old geezer’s sniffing around for Senior Sister Su’s place. No self-awareness—thinks he can snag her as a Dao Companion?”

On a clearing, some disciples sat cross-legged, spotting Li Chuan asking about Su Yaoyue’s spot, and started yapping.

“Haha—reminds me of that tenth-level Qi Refining senior brother last time. Su Yaoyue beat him silly—didn’t even check his own mug. An old fossil near death—she’d go for that?”

“Yeah, her drop-dead looks? Even me—top 50 face in the outer sect—I wouldn’t dare bug her.”

“Tch, you’re just ninth-level Qi Refining—what right you got chasing Senior Sister Su? Wait—this geezer’s only fourth-level. A junior brother—no way he’s dumb enough to ask her for a Dao Companion, right? Her Fire Spirit Root’d roast him.”

“Fourth-level, huh—check that look, eyes full of lust. He’s not here for legit stuff—probably deluded, trying his luck. Didn’t someone offer 1000 Spirit Stones for a month as her Dao Companion last time? She thrashed him bad.”

“Hmph—Senior Sister Su wouldn’t even see a geezer like that. Sect should boot these Qi Refining flops—only studs like us deserve to stay…”

Mid-chat, Li Chuan hit Su Yaoyue’s door.

“Look—he’s knocking! If he’s really clueless enough to ask her for a Dao Companion, watch him get kicked flying by Senior Sister Su.”