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

In front of Zhou Hanhe, Hu Min wasn’t the meek, fawning figure she was with Li Chuan. Her expression cooled, and she said flatly, “Didn’t get anything—couldn’t beat him.”

“What?!” Zhou Hanhe and Zhao Mingxuan exclaimed in unison.

Clearly, this outcome floored them both.

“Isn’t he just fourth level Qi Refining? And you couldn’t take him, Senior Sister?!” Zhou Hanhe sputtered, struggling to swallow it.

Hu Min nodded. “He’s indeed fourth level, but his combat experience is unreal. Three realm gaps weren’t enough for me to win.”

“Junior Brother Li Chuan’s that good?!” Zhao Mingxuan sucked in a breath, then mused, “Makes sense—his look doesn’t exactly fit our Yin-Yang Sect’s recruit mold, but they took him anyway. Gotta be something special about him.”

“Beating Senior Sister across three minor realms? Not hard to buy.”

Hu Min striking out secretly thrilled Zhao Mingxuan.

No wonder Li Chuan skipped his Dao companion guard—he trusted his own strength.

This news hit like a spirit pill—every inch of him felt alive, like seventh level was just around the corner.

“But he’s a rogue cultivator, right? How’s a rogue that tough?!” Zhou Hanhe blurted, then noticed Hu Min trailed Li Chuan back. “Wait, Senior Sister—why’d it take you so long to return?”

Hu Min said, “Blame Junior Brother Li Chuan—he blocked the exit, wouldn’t let me leave. Had to wait him out.”

Zhou Hanhe and Zhao Mingxuan assumed he’d jammed the small world’s gate. Zhou Hanhe huffed, “No wonder he came here all quiet—didn’t lose a thing!”

He’d never dream Hu Min lied. These past weeks, she’d poured herself into Li Chuan’s service, soaking up his “guidance” heart and soul.

Normally, outer sect disciples couldn’t waltz into the inner sect.

But last time Li Chuan hauled He Fenglin back, the guards at the inner-outer gate knew him.

Saving the Seventh Elder’s direct disciple? Not your average outer sect nobody. So after that, he breezed into the inner sect—no one grilled him on his business, just waved him through.

Same deal this time. He flew right in, leaving a gaggle of outer sect stewards at the gate—lined up for entry—green with envy.

Those stewards had to queue, log their reasons, then maybe get in.

Typically, a sect’s Qi Refining disciples outnumbered Foundation ones by several—maybe ten—times. Not in the Yin-Yang Sect, though.

Here, Qi Refiners barely doubled Foundation disciples.

Why? Sect disciples cultivated fast—tons hit Foundation, and those guys lived longer than Qi Refiners.

The inner sect Mission Hall had fewer disciples than the outer, but it was way grander.

Like those event venues from Li Chuan’s past life—sprawling, wide-open.

He flagged a task-dispensing disciple, stated his purpose, and got led to the rear hall to see the Chief Overseer.

Gotta hand it to Yin-Yang Sect disciples—professional as hell. Even a Foundation guy, even if he might privately scoff at Li Chuan’s rough look, stuck to the job like glue.

Of course, slipping in some under-the-table moves? Old hat for them.

Led by that disciple, Li Chuan reached an old-style, ornate door. After a quick announcement, the disciple told him to head in and split.

Stepping inside, the scene caught Li Chuan off guard.

Ten or so people sat split along two sides, one guy up top. Their tables held spirit fruits; wisps of spiritual energy curled from teacups.

Fruit peels littered the floor.

A tea party or what?

Mo Xiangling sat at the left’s head. Li Chuan bowed to her first. “Senior Sister Mo.”

Then to the rest and the guy up top: “Outer sect disciple Li Chuan greets Senior Brother Chief Overseer and all steward brothers and sisters.”

The room was a lineup of sharp guys and stunning gals—all top-tier looks—except the Chief Overseer up top, plain as dirt.

In the beauty-obsessed Yin-Yang Sect, he was an oddball.

Li Chuan knew him—Zhao Dacheng.

Basic name, but a Sect Leader’s disciple.

No mystery why he held the most power under the elders.

After the greetings, Li Chuan turned to Mo Xiangling again. “Senior Sister Mo, what’s this about?”

He’d figured she’d meet him solo, but dragging him here? Not her call, apparently.

Sure enough, she said, “Not me looking for you—the Sect Leader wants you.”

“Oh? What’s the Sect Leader want with me?” he asked, though he had a hunch.

Zhao Dacheng, the Chief Overseer, spoke up. “Junior Brother Li Chuan, you saved Junior Brother He from Seventh Elder Peak—huge damn merit. Without you, he’d be dead, and we’d never have nabbed that spirit vein.”

“Big win like that? Master’s gotta reward you. Come with me to see him.”

He stood as he spoke—guy didn’t mess around.

“Yes, Senior Brother Chief Overseer,” Li Chuan said, snapping to it after a beat, trailing him.

As Zhao Dacheng left, he tossed back to the room, “Clean up the trash when you’re done eating.”

Li Chuan couldn’t help it—that line made him wonder if these guys were chowing on sect spirit grub under a “meeting” excuse.

Gotta admit, management gigs in the Yin-Yang Sect? Sweet deal.

When Zhao Dacheng led him into the Sect Leader’s hall, Li Chuan froze again.

The spiritual energy in there was thick as hell.

What floored him more? Right at the hall’s head, a Spirit Gathering Array hummed.

So much energy it’d turned to mist, spilling out into the hall.

Working while cultivating—this hardcore?

Or was it a Spirit Gathering Array for “work,” just a personal perk?

Figures flickered in the fog—more than one.

One had to be the Sect Leader—but who else?

One extra, or a few?

Li Chuan’s eyes widened, straining to pierce the mist, dying to see how the Sect Leader cultivated.

Just sitting there—or something less… simple?