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

The brutality of cultivation was everywhere. Outside, it was kill-or-be-killed, staking your life for progress.

Li Chuan had seen it online back in the day—women just slow you down. And it was true.

Well, if you let them into your heart, anyway.

At the Yin-Yang Sect, you couldn’t avoid women in cultivation—but you damn well couldn’t care about them.

Maybe Zhao Bingqian didn’t love Chu Mengyou. As an outer sect hotshot, he just couldn’t stomach his Dao companion moonlighting as someone’s bond slave while they were still together.

It gnawed at his ego—whispering he wasn’t good enough.

And yeah, it wasn’t exactly like he thought. But it still boiled down to his inadequacy. If he’d hit Foundation first, he’d be the one dumping her.

Take Zhou Hanhe—a sixth-level Qi Refiner with a seventh-level Dao companion, Hu Min. That was his edge.

If he couldn’t line her pockets with spirit stones, she’d have bolted.

That’s the Yin-Yang Sect for you—weakness is sin, weakness is failure.

“They say a day as husband and wife means a hundred days of grace—Senior Sister, you don’t feel a shred of pity for Senior Brother Zhao?”

Chu Mengyou was sword-flying to check in at the inner sect, Li Chuan hugging her waist from behind, all wistful.

A woman like her in his old world? She’d be drowned in hate.

Him too—snagging someone’s Dao companion? He’d be toast.

Good thing this was the cultivation world. It’s just how it worked. He was here now—couldn’t exactly be the odd man out, right?

She smirked. “Junior Brother, you’re Qi Refining fourth level—why’re you still talking like that? Husband and wife? No such thing in the Yin-Yang Sect.”

“Me and Junior Brother Zhao? Just tools on each other’s cultivation path. When a tool doesn’t fit anymore, you grab a new one.”

“Even you, Li Chuan—if you ever stop shelling out stones, I won’t let you take advantage either.”

“But with your skills, I doubt you’ll ever run dry. So I’ve got to keep you happy—can’t have you ditching me.”

She spun around, threw her arms around his neck, and planted a hot kiss on him.

When they broke apart, he couldn’t help it. “Senior Sister, you’re such a tease.”

“If I weren’t,” she laughed, “how’d you ever get the upper hand?”

“Know any other sisters as flirty as you? Hook me up.”

“Heh, wrong person to ask, Junior Brother. Why would I drum up competition?”

In her, Li Chuan saw a real siren—straight out of those old tales, the kind that toppled kingdoms. Shameless, charming, a pro at playing the game.

He was damn glad he could rake in stones.

“Cao, Overseer—it’s him, that old guy!” A sudden shout snapped them out of it. They traced the voice.

Li Chuan thought it sounded familiar. Sure enough—it was that gray-robed middle-aged field owner from Small World No. 1, back when he nabbed the Spirit-Siphoning Grass.

Beside him, a black-robed guy and other field owners.

And, of course, Cao Tianyang, overseer of Small World No. 1, with his crew.

One look, and Li Chuan knew the score—they’d gone all out, staking him out.

This was the only way in or out of the outer sect dorms—every disciple passed through.

The black-robed guy yelled, and Cao Tianyang’s posse charged, hyped after days of waiting.

But Cao froze mid-step, squinting at Li Chuan. He looked familiar.

Then it hit him—this was the old dude he’d seen joking with Chu Xuan, Seventh Elder’s disciple, at Seventh Elder Peak!

Sure, Li Chuan wasn’t in that slick white robe last time, but that vibe stuck with him.

So this was the “sleazy old guy”?

Truth be told, in the Yin-Yang Sect—or any sect—old cultivators usually rocked the sage look.

Cao knew “sleazy” and “old,” but “sleazy old guy”? Never seen one till now.

Last time, Li Chuan just seemed… unique. How, exactly? He couldn’t pin it.

Now, “sleazy old guy” clicked into focus.

His heart sank. This wasn’t good—Li Chuan had ties to Chu Xuan. No ordinary disciple.

Then he clocked who Li Chuan was hugging—and froze again.

Chu Mengyou? Everyone knew her. Her Dao companion, outer sect big shot Zhao Bingqian? Common knowledge.

Both tenth level, sure, but pit Cao against Zhao, and Cao’d lose every time.

Feeling her aura shift, he nearly choked—Foundation level.

Li Chuan, a fourth-level Qi Refiner, cuddling a Foundation stunner like Chu Mengyou?

Before he could close in, Cao spun, smacking the gray-robed guy across the face. “No respect—can’t even call me Senior Brother? You’ve gone dumb farming.”

“Cao… Overseer Cao…” The guy reeled, clutching his bleeding mouth, dazed. “He’s the one who took your Spirit-Siphoning Grass!”

The others halted, sharp ones sensing the shift.

A mob that’d been all fire and fury melted into awkward grins under Li Chuan’s gaze.

Smack.

Cao slapped the gray-robed guy again. “Gibberish! No respect for your senior—sect rules say you’re done. Brothers, drag him to the Discipline Hall.”

A few rushed over, clapped a hand over his mouth, and hauled him off.

The black-robed guy and other field owners caught on late—something was up.

They’d been roped in to ID Li Chuan. Cao’s flip-out left them spooked.

They braced for him to turn on them too, but he didn’t.

Instead, he plastered on a smile and bowed to Chu Mengyou. “Sorry you had to see that, Senior Sister Chu. This clown rents a field in Small World No. 1 under me—meant to bring them here to learn planting tricks.”

“Didn’t expect him to be so rude. A measly first-level Qi Refiner disrespecting a fourth-level brother? I’ll straighten him out.”

“Oh, and congrats on hitting Foundation, Senior Sister!”

“You’re a true outer sect genius. If I recall, I was tenth level when you joined.”

“First glance, I knew you were special—didn’t think you’d climb this fast. Puts us to shame.”

“Junior Brother’s too kind,” she replied with a smile, then glanced at Li Chuan.

This crew was after him—his call now.

Cao Tianyang beamed at Li Chuan, all nerves. Everyone knew what was up.

He could brawl his way out, but against connections? That was dicey.