NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 30 - Senior Sister, Aren’t You Being Rash?
Li Chuan wasn’t just fast at digging spirit plants—there was something else Hu Min hadn’t seen coming.
He dug up stuff she didn’t even recognize!
Sometimes he’d squat, carefully unearth what looked like plain grass, and she couldn’t tell if it was worth a damn.
Classic case of opportunity knocking and her being useless.
Snagging scraps off Li Chuan was way harder than she’d thought.
Once, she spotted him digging a Tier 1 Moon-Viewing Flower—300 spirit stones, 300 contribution—and bolted out. But he took off.
She froze, thinking he’d sensed danger and bailed.
Grinning, she glanced back—the flower was gone.
In a blink, he’d nabbed a half-person-high plant!
She nearly charged out to snatch it, fuming.
Only reason holding her back? Robbery was a different beast—she knew better.
Tailing Li Chuan, Hu Min was on edge the whole way.
Even hyper-focused, she didn’t score a single plant.
Then it hit her, chilling: minus the mystery plants she couldn’t ID, Li Chuan’s haul already topped 1,000 spirit stones.
How long had it been? He’d raked in that much already!
She stared blankly at the sun dipping west, hesitating. Had he spotted her? Why else was he so quick every time?
Small world suns and moons mirrored the big world—not real, but synced.
It was late afternoon out there—they’d been in here maybe two or three hours.
His earning speed drove her nuts with envy—and a twinge of fear.
This knack of his was beyond her grasp, out of her league.
“Huh, a fully-grown Tier 1 Five Elements Grass—five leaves, at least 1,000 stones. Another score,” Li Chuan muttered, his voice drifting to Hu Min.
She jolted—1,000 stones! No hesitation this time; she charged out, dead-set on grabbing it.
“Junior Brother, first come, first served—this Five Elements Grass is mine. Step aside.”
Her voice hit before she even saw it.
By the time she did, Li Chuan’s spirit hoe had it locked with an array.
He was mid-dig. She flung her own hoe at him.
It wasn’t hers—Zhou Hanhe borrowed it from the Mission Hall. Used it a few days, returned it, no fuss.
The hoe was compact, single-hand grip. Li Chuan caught it easy.
“Senior Sister Hu Min? What’re you doing here?” He faked shock, staring at her.
He was squatting; she loomed over him. Looking up, all he caught were her eyes.
He tilted his head back a bit, then forward again.
She didn’t clock his weird focus—dropped down, snatched her hoe back, shoved his aside, and dug next to the Five Elements Grass he’d nearly freed.
She knew it—five colors glinting on its leaves. Her excitement spiked.
This one plant matched months of her earnings.
Only then did she spare him a glance. “Some juniors went missing in No. 43 lately. I took a scouting task to check for uncontrollable threats.”
Li Chuan figured Zhou Hanhe had set her up with an escort gig—not a recon one.
“Junior Brother, I saw this Five Elements Grass first. Rules say it’s mine.”
Her hands didn’t stop—she gingerly pulled it up as she spoke.
But Li Chuan’s hoe pressed down on her hand.
“What’s this, Junior Brother? Trying to steal my plant?” Her face iced over, glaring at him.
All righteous indignation, like he was some thug.
“I was almost done digging, and you claim it’s yours? That’s off, right?” Li Chuan kept grinning.
That grin made her think he was a pushover. She didn’t take him seriously—shoved his hand off.
“First come, first served—you get that, right? Me digging your plant and flipping it on you—that’d be fair?”
“If you’re gonna be unreasonable and hog my plant, I’ll have to school you as your senior sister.”
Her glare turned frigid, trying to spook him.
Spiritual energy flared around her, primed to smack him down.
His grin widened. “Sorry to break it to you, Senior Sister—you picked the wrong guy.”
Her brows creased, puzzling over his words, when his energy surged.
“Insolent! You dare defy your senior?” She snapped, livid he’d strike first.
She’d swiped stuff tons of times—no one ever fought back. Her strength spoke for itself.
Li Chuan’s ballsy move felt like a slap in the face.
She swung at his cheek.
She didn’t even take him seriously—first instinct wasn’t to disable him, just to smack him.
Not her fault, really. The Yin-Yang Sect was a titan—its basic disciple techniques were watered-down Earth-tier stuff. Out there, that’d be a sect’s crown jewel.
Same realm, their spiritual energy outclassed other factions by miles.
Zhou Hanhe had dug into Li Chuan’s past—just a rogue cultivator.
A rogue at seventh level? She could take two or three, no sweat.
Li Chuan, fourth level, three steps below her? Beneath her notice.
Rules were made to be broken, though. A heavy blow slammed her ribs—half her energy leaked out. Then his gnarled hand lunged for her face.
“Ah…”
Her delicate frame crumpled with a yelp—Li Chuan pinned her to the dirt.
Her pretty face kissed the ground hard.
His five fingers clamped her head like a vise, spiritual energy pulsing in his palm. One thought, and her skull’d be mush.
Hu Min was stunned.
She hadn’t even processed it—he’d already owned her.
“Senior Sister, aren’t you being rash?” he drawled.
“You—you’re not fourth level?” Her mind spun, a mess.
Even now, his aura screamed fourth level.
She couldn’t wrap her head around it.
She couldn’t accept it.