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

Li Chuan also learned from Chu Xuan that the sect leader had left with the Seventh Elder and a few others.

That clinched his hunch—they couldn’t wait for He Fenglin to wake up and had bolted to hunt for the spirit vein.

What he didn’t expect: running into Cao Tianyang as he left Seventh Elder Peak.

This time, Cao wasn’t with the gray-robed field owner but with a disciple from the peak, who was taking him to see Lü Chengzhou, Mu Yuling’s apprentice.

Li Chuan knew some lip-reading, so he lingered at a distance, watching.

The disciple escorting Cao said to Lü Chengzhou, “Senior Brother Lü, this is Cao Tianyang, overseer of Small World No. 1 and a Tier 1 Spirit Planter. Years back, he found a Spirit-Siphoning Grass and planted it in a spirit field, but yesterday someone nabbed it.”

“Spirit-Siphoning Grass? What’s that?” Lü Chengzhou brushed it off. “Just a plant—stolen, so what? Find the thief and make ‘em pay.”

Cao Tianyang jumped in. “Senior Brother Lü, it’s no ordinary Tier 1 herb. It boosts pill success rates and quality. Yesterday, the guy who took it cashed it at the Mission Hall for 5,000 spirit stones and 5,000 contribution points…”

“5,000 contribution points?!” Lü Chengzhou’s voice shot up, startling Cao Tianyang into silence, leaving him dumbstruck.

Even Li Chuan, a ways off, caught the shout.

“5,000’s nothing to freak out over,” he muttered, unimpressed.

Rich as he was, he didn’t get the struggle. Sure, Lü Chengzhou and the elder’s direct disciples had perks and side hustles galore.

But their burn rate was nuts—rushing strength without resources was a pipe dream.

So, despite being Foundation Establishment vets, their savings might not top a Qi Refiner’s.

Like in Li Chuan’s old world: big-city folks with million-dollar homes and 20 grand monthly might have less cash than small-town types with cheaper digs and 8 grand a month.

Li Chuan’s clothes weren’t even treasure-grade—he barely spent contribution points. 5,000? Pocket change. Later, he’d learn… well, with his earning speed, he might never feel the pinch.

Talking contribution points with him was a rookie move.

Lü Chengzhou pressed Cao. “Keep going—what happened? Who’s the thief? Got a backer?”

Cao Tianyang said, “All I know is it’s some sleazy old guy. I asked Junior Sister Mo at the Mission Hall to dig up his info, but she wouldn’t—and kicked me out.”

“I wouldn’t dare bother you all with this, but I can’t swallow it…”

“Your Junior Sister Mo—is that Mo Xiangling?” Lü Chengzhou cut in. “She’s the sect leader’s pick for Mission Hall overseer. No surprise she didn’t bite.”

“As for that sleazy old grass-snatcher, shouldn’t be hard to track. Not many old-timers in Qi Refining at Yin-Yang Sect, fewer still that sleazy.”

“When I’ve got time, I’ll poke around. Let’s see who’s bold enough to mess with Seventh Elder Peak’s stuff.”

Hearing Mo Xiangling was the sect leader’s choice clicked for Li Chuan—her swagger when munching spirit herbs made sense.

As long as the sect leader stood, who’d touch her?

Li Chuan watched from afar. When Cao Tianyang glanced his way as he left, he even nodded at him. Cao, flustered, took him for a peak disciple and grinned back.

“Rumors’ll throw ‘em off—no way they’ll pin ‘sleazy old guy’ on me,” Li Chuan smirked, heading out too.

When Cao said “sleazy old guy,” he’d felt safe.

In his mind, he was a radiant, upright figure—a sage with an immortal vibe.

Them hunting a sleazy geezer? Good luck finding him.

Clearly, Li Chuan’s self-image and everyone else’s were worlds apart.

Back home, spotting Chu Mengyou, he got playful and tossed her 1 spirit stone, saying it was for her “mental training.”

From 500 to 1—she nearly flipped, ready to slug him.

But he spun it noble: helping her strengthen her mind, fend off heart demons down the road.

And damn if she didn’t buy it—blaming her own weak resolve for getting riled up.

That sealed it. For days, whenever the mood struck, he’d flick her a few stones to “train her mind.”

Over the next two weeks, he dove into the technique. Beyond picking Chu Mengyou’s brain, he hit up cultivation lectures.

Those were for newbies or fresh sect entrants. Li Chuan, with decades under his belt, wasn’t a pro, but he wasn’t green either.

Still, he knew squat about Yin-Yang Sect’s methods and wanted others’ takes.

Most lecturers weren’t on Chu Mengyou’s level, but cherry-picking the best bits couldn’t hurt.

It paid off—he cracked it, hitting Qi Refining fourth level.

[Lord of Blessed Fate]: Li Chuan

[Lifespan]: 49 years / 55 years

[Realm]: Qi Refining Fourth Level

[Blessed Fate]: 11

[Spirit Planting Technique]: Tier 1, Level 1, 0/1

Tier 1 Spirit Plant Identification: Level 10
Tier 1 Spirit Land Identification: Level 1, 0/1
Tier 1 Spirit Seed Cultivation: Level 1, 0/1
Tier 1 Spirit Planting: Level 1, 0/1

Five more years of life—death’s shadow finally lifted.

Tier 1 Spirit Plant Identification maxed out, no room to climb. He hadn’t settled on the next upgrade—identification alone was raking in cash, so he banked the Blessed Fate for later.

As for Spirit Planting Technique’s Level 1, it wouldn’t budge. He figured all four sub-skills needed to max out first.

“Senior Sister, how many stones short are you for a Foundation Pill?” he asked Chu Mengyou.

She checked her Qiankun pouch. “About 1,800-ish. Junior Brother, you gotta hustle—my pill’s all on you.”

She thought he’d burned through his stones and was gearing up to hunt more, cheering him on.

But he waved a hand, and a pile of spirit stones spilled onto the bed.

Her eyes lit up, stunned. Scanning them with her divine sense, she looked at him, puzzled. “3,000 total—what’s this about, Junior Brother?”