Wen Jingshu looked at Tang Shaorong's attitude and finally felt like this was more like it.
It wasn't that she liked to complain, but she always found Yun Xiange very strange. The girl was constantly hostile toward her for no apparent reason.
Now, because of her, Tang Shaorong had been dragged into this mess for no reason. Feeling displeased, Wen Jingshu handed him another storage bag.
“I apologize for making you witness such a scene, Junior Brother Tang.”
She and Yun Xiange studied under the same master. When Yun Xiange embarrassed herself, Wen Jingshu felt a bit of the shame as well.
Tang Shaorong couldn't hide the joy on his face. Knowing that Wen Jingshu wanted to settle this family matter with Yun Xiange privately, he took the storage bag and hurriedly departed.
It wasn't until he returned to his own residence that his heart began to pound wildly as he opened the storage bags.
Wen Jingshu's brother was a Second-Grade Alchemist. Could these bags contain the Qi-Gathering Pills he had been dreaming of?
Or perhaps some Rejuvenation Pills to quickly restore his spiritual energy?
It would be even better if there was a handy weapon inside.
Tang Shaorong opened the first storage bag. In an instant, two bottles of pills and a second-grade spirit sword appeared on the table.
Rejuvenation Pills, Qi-Gathering Pills, and a spirit sword!
He got everything he wanted!
He eagerly opened the second one. The contents inside were even more simple and crude: ten mid-grade spirit stones.
Ten mid-grade spirit stones were equivalent to a thousand low-grade spirit stones. As an outer sect disciple, he only received ten low-grade spirit stones a month!
The resources Wen Jingshu had casually rewarded him with were worth a whole year's worth of endless missions from the Mission Hall!
With these ten mid-grade spirit stones, he could buy a Cold-Dispersing Pill to treat his sister's cold poison.
Meanwhile, Wen Jingshu gave Yun Xiange a bewildered look and said,
“Third Senior Sister, since you don't like me, don't pretend to care about me. By the same token, I have no sisterly affection for you either. So, please do not criticize my actions.”
“Let's mind our own business and act as mere fellow disciples.”
Wen Jingshu couldn't be bothered to argue with a mere Qi Refining cultivator. Having warned Yun Xiange, she walked through the doors of the Lecture Hall.
Having her pride trampled on in public, Yun Xiange's expression turned incredibly unsightly.
Xie Lanshan's face was equally dark. She said indignantly, “Xiange, that junior sister of yours is truly unpleasant. You shouldn't bother with her anymore.”
Yun Xiange forced a smile and said, “She is my direct junior sister, after all. How can I ignore her?”
“She is just too young right now. Once she grows up, she will understand my good intentions.”
Xie Lanshan sighed in admiration at Yun Xiange's kindness once more and followed her into the Lecture Hall.
The Lecture Hall was not housed inside a building; rather, it was a vast open space cleared at the top of the mountain.
At the very front of the open ground stood a high platform where the lecturing cultivator would sit. Below it, tens of thousands of futons were arranged in neat rows on the flat ground.
If someone arrived late and couldn't find a seat, they could only watch from the sides, or hover in mid-air on their flying swords and magic treasures to listen.
The lecturer this time was a Fourth-Grade Alchemist. By the time Wen Jingshu arrived, the Lecture Hall was already packed.
“Greetings, Senior Sister. Personal disciples have dedicated seats. Let me lead you there.”
Seeing a fresh face, the disciple responsible for guiding people in the Lecture Hall quickly came over to attend to her.
Wen Jingshu nodded and tossed him a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills.
The disciple beamed with joy, his attitude toward Wen Jingshu becoming even more respectful.
When Fu Sinian arrived, he happened to witness Wen Jingshu's generous display and immediately sneered,
“How grand of you, Junior Sister. You're so eager to make sure everyone knows you have a brother who is a Second-Grade Alchemist.”
Wen Jingshu sat down on a random futon and glanced at him indifferently. Her baby-fat-filled face remained expressionless as she said,
“Since we share the same master, if you need them, Second Senior Brother, I can give you two bottles of Rejuvenation Pills.”
Hearing Wen Jingshu's words, Fu Sinian's face instantly turned pitch black.
As if he would care about two low-grade bottles of pills!
Fu Sinian felt deeply humiliated. He suddenly stood up and pointed at her.
“Wen Jingshu, I am your Second Senior Brother!”
Wen Jingshu couldn't help but roll her eyes. “Could you please not repeat that every single time you see me? I have an excellent memory. I know you're my Second Senior Brother.”
“Wen! Jing! Shu!”
Wen Jingshu frowned.
“Second Senior Brother, you are really annoying.”
Not only was he annoying, but Yun Xiange was also extremely annoying.
They clearly couldn't stand the sight of each other, yet they insisted on coming over to provoke her.
Since they showed no affection or care for her as a junior sister, how could she possibly show them the respect due to seniors?
Watching the drama from the side, Zhou Yuanshen couldn't help but burst into laughter at the little girl's annoyed expression.
Seeing Wen Jingshu look over, Zhou Yuanshen shifted his position closer to her and said,
“Little sister, I think you're absolutely right. That fellow Fu Sinian is indeed very annoying.”
He even added, “And he's a huge poser.”
If one were to talk about the strongest combat force in the Qingyun Sect, it was undoubtedly Hidden Star Peak.
The peak master of Hidden Star Peak was Beili. Beneath it were twenty-four secondary peaks, each with its own secondary peak master, and each secondary peak master had countless disciples.
As a personal disciple of the main peak, Fu Sinian did indeed have the capital to be proud.
But... Fu Sinian was already forty when he reached the Foundation Establishment Stage. Although that was faster than ordinary people, most personal disciples were favored children of heaven. Those who achieved Foundation Establishment in their teens or twenties were everywhere. He had only reached it at forty, so it was truly baffling what he had to show off about.
“Little sister, you must be the final disciple Uncle-Master Beili took in, right? I'm your Senior Brother Zhou.”
“This Senior Brother Zhou of yours is quite incompetent—just a squishy talisman cultivator. Please take these talismans as a meeting gift.”
As Zhou Yuanshen spoke, he stuffed a stack of fourth-grade high-tier talismans into Wen Jingshu's hands.
Wen Jingshu's eyes lit up as she looked at the flawless talismans Zhou Yuanshen had given her.
If the setting weren't so inappropriate, she would have really loved to use one to test its effects.
“Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou! This is for you.”
Wen Jingshu pulled out three bottles of first-grade high-tier pills and handed them to him.
Although low-grade pills were low in rank, most of them were highly practical. For example, Rejuvenation Pills were something any cultivator who engaged in combat would keep on hand.
Zhou Yuanshen had some in reserve as well, but these were consumables. Who would ever complain about having too many?
“How adorable. I wish I had such a cute little junior sister too.”
Taking advantage of Wen Jingshu's inattention, Zhou Yuanshen reached out and ruffled her hair.
Wen Jingshu gave him a helpless look. Sensing no malice from him, she decided to let it slide.
She was just a child right now, so it was only natural for others to want to show affection when they saw how cute she was.
The two of them interacted so closely that anyone who didn't know better would surely think they were direct senior and junior siblings.
In contrast, Fu Sinian was left out in the cold, looking like an unfamiliar outsider.
A moment later, Fu Sinian saw Yun Xiange arrive and greeted her warmly, “Xiange, sit here!”
Slightly flattered by Fu Sinian's unusual warmth, Yun Xiange sat down and called out to Wen Jingshu,
“Fourth Junior Sister, why are you sitting so far away? Come sit with your senior brother and sister.”
Wen Jingshu turned a deaf ear, prompting Fu Sinian to speak sarcastically:
“Xiange, don't go claiming connections with just anyone. Our Fourth Junior Sister's heart is higher than the heavens; she looks down on us.”
“Only the son of the Talisman Peak Master, a Fifth-Grade Talisman Master, is worthy of being her friend.”
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