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

A woman’s looks—forever a topic men can’t dodge.

In the Yin-Yang Sect, guys who could ignore a woman’s beauty? Rare as hell—none among the Qi Refining crowd, at least.

They’re fresh to cultivation—how much willpower you expect?

Even the top-tier male cultivators in the outer sect—acting all cool, brushing off pretty girls like beauty doesn’t faze ‘em—put Mo Xiangling, Su Yaoyue, or Chu Mengyou in front of them, defenseless, and they’d bolt faster than dogs.

A bunch of male cultivators loitered near Su Yaoyue’s place, itching to see Li Chuan get booted.

No real beef with him—but tie him to Su Yaoyue, and they hated him on instinct.

She was the woman they’d never snag—so naturally, they didn’t want anyone else to either.

Especially some fourth-level Qi Refining geezer like Li Chuan—a talentless fossil. Even dreaming of their goddess felt like blasphemy to them.

Hating the haves, mocking the have-nots—same old story here.

But when the door opened, revealing Su Yaoyue’s stunning figure, instead of the kick-out they craved, they saw the last thing they wanted.

“What’s up? Senior Sister Su looks… different today.”

“Whoa—her killing intent’s not as heavy…”

Su Yaoyue’s killing intent was damn near solid—only sectmates who’d faced her knew how terrifying it was.

Even tenth-level Qi Refining peers had backed off, spooked.

These guys? They’d crossed paths with her more than once—sometimes brushing by on purpose, hearts pounding, all thanks to that vibe.

Without it, her doorstep would’ve been a damn marketplace—suitors lined up to the sect gates, begging to be her Dao Companion.

Now? No line—those smitten either got scared off or beaten back.

Suddenly, the gawking disciples shot up.

“Holy crap—Senior Sister Su… she smiled!!”

“I saw it too—just a faint one, but she smiled! What’s going on? In all these years, you can count her smiles on one hand—why’s she smiling at this geezer junior brother?”

“No, no—her smile’s cracking my Dao heart…”

“Bro, she’s not smiling at you—why you freaking out? …Mother of—did he just grab her hand???”

Eyes popped—disbelief as Li Chuan touched Su Yaoyue’s hand and walked inside with her.

The door shut—and it was like a sword stabbed through their hearts.

“What—what the hell’s this??” One rubbed his eyes, refusing to believe it.

That’s their sacred, untouchable Senior Sister Su! In their eyes, not even the outer sect’s top guy deserved her.

Only someone like the Sect Leader—ruler of this branch—could match her. Elders? Not even close.

Sure, that’s just their take—but it shows her pedestal in their minds.

“Where’d this geezer junior brother come from? Never seen him before,” one grumbled.

“He’s just fourth-level Qi Refining—thousands of outer sect disciples, no surprise we haven’t,” said the ninth-level Qi Refining youth from earlier.

His face flickered—dark, then light—eyes reddening with raw envy.

“No way—we can’t let Senior Sister Su get duped. We’ve gotta stop her,” he blurted.

The idea of someone else getting what he couldn’t? A million kinds of nope.

“Huh? Stop her how?” The others shot him weird looks—jealous as hell, sure, but they weren’t about to meddle.

That’s a grudge waiting to happen—plus, it’d sound pathetic if it got out.

“Come on—to Senior Sister Su’s place!” The youth didn’t overthink—just stormed toward her house.

A few steps in, he noticed no one followed.

“Why aren’t you coming?” he snapped.

Awkward grins and sidestepping chatter—he fumed.

She’s not just his goddess—she’s everyone’s.

They should be in this together!

He snorted, ditched them, and kept going.

Another reason he couldn’t sit still? He’d tried his luck with Su Yaoyue before—2000 Spirit Stones in hand.

2000 Spirit Stones for a month as her Dao Companion—pretty lavish, right?

A Foundation Establishment Pill’s only 5000 Spirit Stones.

2000 a month? That’s 24,000 a year—huge cash flow, cultivation covered, plus leftovers.

But standing before her—those flat, killer eyes locked on him—he just squeaked out “Senior Sister Su” and bailed on the pitch.

Yeah—he chickened out!

Heart racing, gasping—how could he bring it up?

Seeing her now with Li Chuan—killing intent dialed back, a faint smile—he couldn’t help thinking: if she’d been like that with him, he’d have asked, and it’d be a done deal.

So he hated it—why’s this half-dead, fourth-level geezer junior brother getting her favor?

He had Spirit Stones too—why not him?

Sure, those 2000 were long spent—but that didn’t stop him wanting to ruin Li Chuan’s shot.

If Li Chuan knew this guy’s headspace, he’d laugh his ass off and toss him two words: “Broke-ass.”

2000 Spirit Stones? Thinking that’d swing a month?

That wouldn’t even bag Hu Min—seventh-level Qi Refining, not even top-ten beauty material.

Daydreamer.

Li Chuan barely sat down in Su Yaoyue’s room when the door got knocked.

“Who’s that?” he griped—then caught himself; not his place.

He’d grabbed her hand when he arrived—she wasn’t used to the closeness and pulled free.

But that just hyped him up for what’s next.

He was about to step it up—pull her into his arms—when this interruption hit before his butt even warmed the seat. Pissed? You bet.

Su Yaoyue said nothing, just went to open the door.

It swung wide—revealing the youth’s sharp, handsome face.

Li Chuan sized him up, curious—probably not her Dao Companion, right? No rumors about that floating around.

The youth spoke: “Senior Sister Su, the demonic sect’s been wild lately—seems like some demonic cultivators slipped into our sect.”

His gaze slid to Li Chuan—Li Chuan blinked.

What’s that mean—calling him a demonic cultivator?

Li Chuan figured—with his upright (sleazy) vibe—getting pegged as a demonic cultivator was straight-up insulting.