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

Ever since Li Chuan brought up immortal bonds with Zhao Dacheng, that grinning face of his collapsed in an instant.

Li Chuan acted oblivious, yapping away: “Senior Brother, it’s not like I won’t pay spirit stones.”

“Get lost.”

Veins popped on Zhao Dacheng’s face.

Li Chuan was cracking up inside—laughing all the way to the bank.

Keep pretending, huh? Steady Dao heart my ass—one poke and it shows.

He put on a clueless look. “Why’s Senior Brother Chief Overseer mad all of a sudden? Did I offend you somehow?”

“I just wanted your Dao companion Senior Sister to hook me up with some bond-worthy sisters. You didn’t think I meant her, did you?”

“Misunderstanding, Senior Brother! How could you think that? I’m not that guy!”

Zhao Dacheng’s face darkened, glaring at Li Chuan. “Whether you meant it or not, you try it and better not let me catch you—or don’t blame me for going hard.”

“Oh, got it—I’ll make sure you don’t catch me,” Li Chuan said.

“Huh??”

Zhao Dacheng froze—his words had a loophole.

He jabbed a finger at Li Chuan, snorting, “You’ve got guts, kid.”

First time someone dared say that to his face about his Dao companion.

Sure, his Dao heart was steady—but not that steady. Even knowing immortal bonds were par for the course in the Yin-Yang Sect, as her partner, how could he not feel a thing?

“Actually, I’m helping you toughen that Dao heart,” Li Chuan said, shameless as hell.

Zhao Dacheng shot back, “Then watch your own companion—or I’ll ‘help’ toughen yours too.”

Li Chuan chuckled—he didn’t say he wasn’t planning on getting one.

In the Yin-Yang Sect, taking a Dao companion? Asking for headaches.

If a steady Dao heart came like that, he’d rather skip it.

He grabbed his rewards with Zhao Dacheng, and on the way out, still sulking, Zhao Dacheng kicked him in the ass.

Originally, Li Chuan’s talk about bonding with Zhao Dacheng’s companion was just to test inner sect attitudes—he hadn’t seriously meant it. He didn’t even know what she looked like.

But that kick? Now he had her on his radar. Once he hit Foundation, he’d give it a shot, no matter what.

Mo Xiangling was back in the outer sect, so after claiming his loot, Li Chuan didn’t head home—he beelined for the outer sect Mission Hall.

Sect Leader Ye Xiuwen said his yin qi was high—didn’t faze him to pile on more.

“Senior Sister Mo, I’ve got something private to chat about,” he said, practically pouncing the second he saw her.

Mo Xiangling was scheduling next month’s tasks. She glanced at him, waving off her underlings. “Go work—come back if there’s trouble.”

“Follow me.” She led him to the rear hall.

The rear hall had tons of rooms, mostly connected—less fancy than the inner sect’s, sure.

She ushered him into one at random—round table, square chairs, probably a dining spot.

“What’s this about?” She faced him, her stunning face half a meter away. Staring at that flawless skin, Li Chuan swallowed hard.

He hadn’t noticed before, but on the way, he clocked it—her belt had changed.

Her old one was a defensive magic weapon. A new one meant an upgrade.

If he guessed right, she’d swiped it from Xuanhuo Sect while tallying their assets.

Li Chuan, bold as brass, reached out and touched her belt—aka her waist.

“Senior Sister, this belt’s gorgeous—Xuanhuo Sect stash, right?” he said with a goofy grin.

Mo Xiangling looked down at his hand, then up at him, like she couldn’t believe he’d dare touch her waist.

She stared for a bit. He didn’t budge. Finally, she said, “Junior Brother’s getting gutsier. Where’s that confidence coming from? Smart head, though—guessing it’s from Xuanhuo Sect. Why not say it’s a sect reward?”

Li Chuan grinned. “Gut feeling. Told me you’re that type. And looks like I nailed it.”

She smirked. “My gut says you want to undo this belt. How’s my hunch?”

Before she finished, his hand moved. “Looks like you nailed it too.”

But she pinned his hand—no dice.

Her pretty phoenix eyes narrowed. “You should know—disrespecting up the chain, I could kill you, and you’d die for nothing.”

Li Chuan: “Just wanna bond with you once—how’s that disrespect?”

“Immortal bond?” She scoffed. “Junior Brother, not to burst your bubble—you’re fourth level Qi Refining, I’m tenth, ready to hit Foundation anytime. Why’d I bond with you?”

Déjà vu—last Senior Sister who talked like that got humiliated with his spirit stones.

But Mo Xiangling’s grin widened—she wasn’t letting him off.

“Guys like you? In the mortal world, you couldn’t snag a wife, let alone a stunner like me.”

Her words dripped with pride. “Before I took this gig, among thousands of Qi Refining sisters, I topped the beauty charts.”

“Even ignoring us stewards, I’m still the outer sect’s crown jewel.”

“Plenty want to bond with me—you don’t make the cut.”

Yin-Yang Sect fairies always stabbed deep, but Li Chuan? Thrilled.

Trash me into the mud now—I’ll grind you into the dirt later.

With a grand sweep, he dumped two weeks’ worth of haul from his Qiankun Bag.

A pile sprang up beside them—spirit herbs, flowers, seedlings, trees…

Mo Xiangling’s eyelid twitched, shock flashing across her face. “This all from Small World No. 43? I thought I’d sized you up—guess I still underestimated you.”

Li Chuan’s hand—uninvited—slid onto her face, tone cocky. “Senior Sister, my turn now? Cutting the line cool with you?”

That’s the swagger wealth brings.

Mo Xiangling let his rough palm roam her face, her eyes glinting as she teased, “These plants for me, Junior Brother?”

His hand froze—nearly yanked her face off to say, Thick skin much?

“They’re for you to see,” he said.

She slanted him a look, drawling, “Then no line-cutting for you.”

Li Chuan: “Don’t jack up the price—these plants are worth ten, twenty thousand stones and contribution. Bonding with you’s not buying you—unless you’re selling yourself.”

She’d been harsh—he hit back just as hard.

Mo Xiangling chuckled. “You dream big, huh?”

Li Chuan: “I settle these plants outer sect-style—that’s my terms.”

She blinked, puzzled. “What terms? You settle here, and I bond with you? If every disciple pulled that, I’d never get work done!”

She hadn’t expected he’d literally just show them off.

But Li Chuan smirked, in control. “You know I saved Seventh Elder Peak’s He Fenglin. What if I took these to the inner sect Mission Hall?”

Mo Xiangling paused—she hadn’t thought of that.

“Junior Brother’s a sly one,” she said.

If he settled inner sect-side, she’d miss out.

Gotta admit—he’d pinned her.

Li Chuan pressed on. “Senior Sister, those outer sect plant-hunting tasks? I can skip ‘em all—sell straight to the sect.”

He’d thought it through. For task-specific plants, she couldn’t dip in—task posters wouldn’t take damaged goods.

This way, whatever rare plants he nabbed, she’d get a slice.

His hand slid off her face…