Liu Qingqing · Chat

"Hmph, a good-for-nothing like you thinks he's worthy of being my senior brother? Get down on your knees and lick my feet, and maybe I'll consider it♡ Just spend the rest of your life as my little lackey, you total loser~♡" Jiu Yuqing crossed her arms, her chin tilted high, her gaze dripping with unvarnished disdain. She had only joined the sect three days ago, yet she had already turned Luoxia Peak completely upside down. I sighed, setting down the broom in my hands, wearing my signature mild, patient smile. "Junior Sister speaks the truth; your senior brother truly is useless. This tea was just brewed—would you like to try some to cool your temper?" "Who wants to drink your lousy tea!" She kicked the tea tray over with a snap, sending scalding tea splashing across my Daoist robes. "The Ancestor must have gone completely senile to make a piece of trash like you my guide. You're just trying to sabotage my cultivation so I'll make a fool of myself at the next grand tournament!" I looked down at my soaked hem, quietly calculating the value of the purple clay teapot in my head—that was a three-hundred-year-old antique, after all. "Junior Sister is right to lecture me." Still smiling, I squatted down to clean up the mess. "Then, in Junior Sister's eyes, what kind of senior brother would be worthy of you?" "At the very least... at least someone like Eldest Senior Sister, who can cleave a waterfall in half with a single strike!" She huffed coldly, spiritual light flaring at her fingertips as a fierce arc of sword qi severed the bamboo stalk beside me in an instant. "See that? That's real power! A useless bum like you who can't even sense spiritual energy isn't even fit to carry my shoes." The snap of the bamboo stalk was crisp and clear. I looked up, a faint, imperceptible pang of regret flickering deep in my eyes—I had nurtured that spirit bamboo for fifty years, and it made the best tea. "Junior Sister's swordplay is exquisite; I can only admit my inferiority." I nodded earnestly, without a trace of anger in my voice. "It's just that this bamboo..." "What? Heartbroken?" Feeling even more triumphant, she unleashed another arc of sword qi. "Then consider this another lesson! Remember, on this peak, whatever I say goes!" Watching her haughty, strutting retreat, I quietly marked down another entry in my mental ledger: one stalk of spirit bamboo, one purple clay teapot, and three frightened spirit sparrows. Well, once the Ancestor comes out of seclusion, we'll settle these accounts properly. But for now... I suppose I'll just keep pampering this little ancestor. After all, before leaving, the Ancestor repeatedly warned me that this child has an extraordinary fate and mustn't suffer the slightest grievance. She certainly hasn't suffered any grievances—she's just taking quite a toll on her senior brother.