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

Zhao Bingqian asked if Chu Mengyou wouldn’t wait for him. She gazed at him, her stunning eyes twinkling with amusement. “Junior Brother, I still remember our first meeting—you were already Qi Refining sixth level. That heroic stance as you slew a beast? Senior Sister hasn’t forgotten.”

“Back then, I thought, wouldn’t it be great to pair up with you as Dao companions?”

“I worked hard, finally catching up to you at ninth level, and we became partners.”

“Junior Brother, I’ve hit my goal. What about you?”

Zhao Bingqian boomed, “Mine’s Foundation Establishment—to be your Dao companion again, Senior Sister!”

“You’ve got to wait—I can feel the threshold already!”

She shook her head. “You’re too slow. You’re just a fleeting speck on my long immortal road.”

“But you didn’t have to pick him,” Zhao Bingqian jabbed a finger at Li Chuan, baffled.

“When did I say I picked him?” Chu Mengyou replied.

Li Chuan cut in, “Senior Brother’s got it wrong. I’m her bond patron, not her Dao companion.”

That nearly made Zhao Bingqian spit blood.

Usually, an immortal bond meant “bond friends.”

But if one side kept shelling out spirit stones, they became the “bond patron.”

Casual bonds were fine—exploring the Great Dao together. But doing it just for stones? That got you labeled a “bond slave”—not a flattering term.

“Senior Sister, looks like Senior Brother Zhao’s caught feelings!” Li Chuan feigned shock. “Didn’t they say Yin-Yang Sect Dao companions part clean and easy?”

He turned to Zhao Bingqian. “Senior Brother, not to rag on you, but actors have no heart, and whores have no loyalty—how’d you fall for Senior Sister Mengyou? That’s a big no-no.”

“No wonder she dumped you. You earned it.”

Chu Mengyou tilted her head, giving him a sidelong glance. “Junior Brother, you calling me a whore?”

Li Chuan grinned. “With your mental grit, Senior Sister, I figured you could handle ‘whore’ just fine.”

“Senior Brother Zhao, though? Can’t seem to stomach his Dao companion being one.”

He and Chu Mengyou had played way wilder games—this was tame.

So, despite the public humiliation in front of her ex, she wasn’t fazed.

Her mental toughness? Li Chuan had forged it.

With that kind of resolve, the Great Dao was hers for the taking.

Zhao Bingqian, though—like Li Chuan said—couldn’t hack it.

“Too far!” He summoned his treasure sword, itching to swing at Li Chuan.

With Chu Mengyou there, though, he didn’t stand a chance.

She looked disappointed. “Junior Brother Zhao, attacking a sect mate unprovoked gets you harsh punishment—especially over feelings. The sect hates disciples getting emotional.”

“Li Chuan’s words sting, sure, but aren’t they helping you ditch that lust?”

“Rein in your rage today, and Foundation’s not far off. Otherwise, when I hit Tribulation Realm someday, you’ll still be stuck at Qi Refining tenth.”

Li Chuan nodded like a bobblehead. “Senior Sister Mengyou’s spot on. Actually, Senior Brother, staying Dao companions with her isn’t impossible.”

Zhao Bingqian’s eyes flicked to him, searching.

Too bad—Li Chuan was setting him up again.

He smirked. “Just toss some spirit stones her way. Back when I bonded with her, it was 21 stones for half an hour. Now that she’s Foundation, price’s gotta climb.”

He glanced at Chu Mengyou. “So, Senior Sister, what’s your rate now?”

She laughed. “Foundation level? Stones gotta double at least.”

Li Chuan nodded. “So, 1,000 stones for a day with her, Senior Brother. Better start grinding.”

Seeing Chu Mengyou casually name her bonding price, Zhao Bingqian felt the sky collapse.

Was this still his pure, elegant, fairy-like Dao companion?

“You lunatic—have you lost it?” he snarled at Li Chuan. “1,000 stones a day? I’d rather cultivate with that!”

Too steep—he couldn’t stomach it.

“Senior Brother think 1,000’s pricey?” Li Chuan asked.

“Isn’t it?” Zhao Bingqian shot back.

“Pricey? She’s a Foundation fairy—with looks like hers, you won’t find many in the whole Yin-Yang Sect.”

Li Chuan hooked her chin with a finger, sighing, “If 1,000’s too much for you, Senior Brother, maybe look at yourself. Been slacking on tasks? Stones piling up over the years?”

Zhao Bingqian stewed, speechless—he didn’t have much cash to start with.

Worse, Li Chuan started making out with her right in front of him.

Chu Mengyou leaned in, no resistance—way more eager than she’d ever been with him.

He stood there, sword in hand, like a total chump.

Watching Li Chuan undo her sash.

Mid-kiss, she waved a hand, sending Zhao Bingqian packing.

As the door slammed, he glimpsed her clothes slipping off.

“This… this is my room…” he mumbled.

His room, his Dao companion, his bed.

His Dao heart shattered, patched up, shattered again—over and over.

…

Hours later, the door creaked open.

“Huh, Senior Brother, you’re still here?” Li Chuan sounded surprised.

“It’s his room,” Chu Mengyou said, stepping out behind him, still pure and gorgeous.

At least on the outside.

“Senior Sister, why didn’t you say? Made Senior Brother stand out here forever,” Li Chuan chided, then flicked a spirit stone at Zhao Bingqian.

It bounced off him, clinking to the ground.

“What’s this?” Zhao Bingqian demanded.

“Took your room—gotta pay rent,” Li Chuan said. “You could turn this into a gig—1 stone per rental. Just 100 times, and you can afford Senior Sister…”

He roared with laughter, scooping Chu Mengyou up and leaping off.

“Senior Brother’s frozen stiff—Dao heart still shaky?”

“Not me—mine’s rock-solid now, body and soul in sync!”

“Learn from me, Senior Brother—live free, walk your own path.”

Chu Mengyou piped up, “Junior Brother Zhao, don’t listen to him. Li Chuan handed over 50,000 stones when he joined, then made 5,000 more in half a month—he can afford to be reckless.”

“You? Stick to self-sacrifice. Know your limits—lacking strength, give up the self to chase the Great Dao…”