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

The biggest difference between a Monster Tree and a Spirit Tree lies in this: a Spirit Tree might gain spiritual intelligence and become a Tree Demon with wisdom, and a Tree Demon could eventually transform into a human form.

As for Tree Spirits, they’re Spirit Trees with some vague, mystical tie to the heavens and earth. Not only do they have intelligence, but their strength dominates their tier—most can wield the five elements or boast special abilities.

Among Tree Demons, they’re like the freakish, heaven-defying geniuses among human cultivators.

Monster Beasts and Monster Trees are alike—low smarts, so they get slaughtered often.

Rational Demon Clans, though? Human cultivators usually don’t mess with them—unless there’s a blood feud.

The old guy told Li Chuan, “We hired Senior Sister Su specifically to deal with these tough bastards. This Monster Tree’s strength is damn near Foundation Establishment—barely anyone in the outer sect can handle it.”

Li Chuan nodded, thoughtful. “So, whenever you find a Monster Tree you can’t take down, you call in Senior Sister Su?”

The old guy said, “Yep. She’s never flopped a job. She even promises—if she can’t handle any beast or critter below Foundation Establishment, she’ll refund ten times the fee.”

“But if she gets there and the target’s already dead, no Spirit Stones back.”

Li Chuan got it. “Oh, that’s how it works!”

He hadn’t pegged this as a hustle.

He’d seen folks selling Spirit Plant locations at the Mission Hall before.

Makes sense, though—especially Monster Trees or aggressive Spirit Plants. They don’t move much. Spot one, fetch help, and it’s likely still there.

Small Worlds aren’t tiny, and it’s not like they’re near the exit—low odds of someone else snagging it first.

Selling spots wouldn’t net as much as hiring someone to kill it yourself.

Risky, though—if your hire’s a dud, you might end up dead too.

“How’s Senior Sister Su charge?” Li Chuan asked.

“Thirty Spirit Stones a pop, but she doesn’t take solo kill jobs anymore—so we teamed up to book her,” the old guy said, nodding at the others.

“Oh, looks like you’re all scoring big,” Li Chuan remarked.

Reason being, the Monster Tree Su Yaoyue was fighting now? Sect cleanup contribution was around 200.

Even if the others’ Monster Trees or Spirit Plants weren’t that tough, their cleanup contributions probably topped 100 each.

Su Yaoyue’s fee was 30 Spirit Stones—they were raking it in, no matter how you sliced it.

For her, this was a fat payday too.

Seven people here—even if each just needed her once, that’s 210 Spirit Stones.

No hunting hassle—just fight.

Course, it all hinged on her absolute strength.

As they talked, Su Yaoyue finished off the Monster Tree and flew up.

A first-level Qi Refining brother nearby, recording with an Imaging Stone, tucked it away.

Li Chuan finally saw her face—drop-dead gorgeous, no exaggeration.

That chiseled beauty looked like the heavens carved it, paired with the lingering red glow from her fight—stunning beyond words.

Under those sleek, almond eyes gleamed a cold, lethal edge. Her Fire Spirit Root didn’t radiate warmth—just raw, killing authority.

Her gaze carried death—sweeping over you, you’d feel like a corpse.

Her black hair was tied high, sharp and no-nonsense.

But it only framed her flawless face better.

Every angle, every style—she was perfection.

She didn’t wear full armor—just chest, arm, and knee guards at key spots.

Her slim waist peeked between the plates—made you itch to see how tiny it really was.

Unlike most female cultivators—approachable, calm, aloof, icy, flirty, or ruthless—her stunning face screamed slaughter.

No wonder she was the outer sect’s top dog. In the Yin-Yang Sect, you rarely saw a woman this drenched in killing intent.

That unique vibe gave her a massive edge.

Pure looks? She might not top Mo Xiangling.

But she was different. Most weaker brothers and sisters probably quaked just seeing her.

“Done. Next,” Su Yaoyue said coolly, flying up.

Even her tone dripped with killing intent—Li Chuan felt it.

How many had she killed?

Watching the others nod frantically, some trembling, he didn’t mock them.

Her killing vibe was heavy. If he hadn’t clawed through his own share of life-and-death scraps, he’d be no better.

“Greetings, Senior Sister Su,” Li Chuan said, stepping up since she hadn’t clocked him.

Ugh, these senior sisters—always icy at first.

Hmph.

“You here to hire me for Spirit Plant cleanup too?” She turned to him, voice crisp and frigid.

Before he could answer, she added, “Sixty Spirit Stones a go—after them.”

Huh??

Li Chuan’s brows shot up, peeved. “Senior Sister Su, they’re 30 a pop—why 60 for me?”

What, she jacking the price ‘cause he looked loaded?

His cash could fly for fun or handouts—but scam him? No way.

Su Yaoyue said, “You’re a walk-in—price goes up. Plus, they’re not just one job. I charge them 30 per shot, but with them, one trip nets me two or three hundred Spirit Stones.”

“If you round up a few folks and give me five jobs, I’ll drop it to 30 a pop for you too.”

Fair point.

Group rates beat solo—basic stuff from his old life.

He could roll with that. “Then I’ll pass for now,” he said.

“For now,” my ass—he wasn’t here for her to fight. He wanted an Immortal Bond, okay?

But since she’d misread him, why bother spinning a tale?

She clearly had no time for him now—normal work came first.

A solid gig ups your worth.

Better the job, higher the price.

Back in his old life, street girls had one rate, online another, students another, TV stars another.

Li Chuan figured he’d hit her up after she was done.

He’d run into her—no point wasting the chance.

He was half “dead pig, no fear of boiling water” now.

Non-cultivators might think—Fire Spirit Root, yang vibes.

That logic? You’re no cultivator.

Even with a Fire Spirit Root, her fire was yin—still chilly, no less brutal than Mo Xiangling’s Ice Spirit Root frost.

Not that it mattered.