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

Back in the day, Chu Mengyou might’ve griped at Li Chuan for flashing so many spirit stones—always nickel-and-diming her, stingy as hell.

But those recent “mental training” sessions had changed her. She was just shocked now, no trace of blame.

Li Chuan said, “Senior Sister, I can hand over the stones all at once for your Foundation Pill. Think of it as a prepaid stash—after you hit Foundation, we stick to the usual rate.”

“Each time, we deduct from the 3,000. How’s that sound?”

Chu Mengyou burst out laughing, lighting up the room with her radiant charm.

“Junior Brother, you’re such a tightwad—squeezing every advantage out of me,” she said, half-amused, half-resigned. “You’ve got me beat.”

“So, you’re in?” Li Chuan grinned, oozing confidence.

She countered, “But I’m only 1,800 short—why 3,000?”

“It’s a package deal,” he said. “Take the 3,000, or we go back to the old way. Think it over—soon, I won’t have time to chase you every day.”

“There’s a ton of senior and junior sisters out there—even the outer sect’s top ten fairies, nine left to go. Reject me now, and your Foundation might drag out longer.”

Her cute little mouth pouted, all adorable, as she purred, “Threatening me, huh? Fine, I’ll bite.”

“Once I hit Foundation, I’m still yours to boss around.”

She shot him a flirty wink and pocketed the stones.

Li Chuan couldn’t help but marvel—what a vixen.

“Senior Sister, you’re so damn sly,” he blurted.

She didn’t flinch, just smirked back. “And do you like me sly, Junior Brother?”

After her mental boost, words like that barely fazed her—she could even play along.

“You tell me,” he laughed. “If I didn’t, why’d I drop thousands of stones on you?”

She teased, “But I think you like me cheap more… hehe…”

She cracked herself up mid-sentence.

“Alright, enough messing with you—I’m off to grab that Foundation Pill.”

“I’ll guard you,” Li Chuan tagged along.

“Guard me? More like you’re after my first, second, third, fourth go post-Foundation…”

“Come on, Senior Sister—I just said I won’t have time for you nonstop.”

They bantered and laughed their way out. From their faces, you’d never guess the spicy stuff they were tossing around—like it was just casual chit-chat.

Li Chuan trailed Chu Mengyou to the Yin-Yang Sect’s Pill Pavilion. That’s when he learned buying a Foundation Pill needed a contribution ranking.

Meaning: among Qi Refining disciples, the higher your contribution, the faster you got dibs.

Low contribution? Sorry, back of the line.

Only unspent contribution in your jade token counted—used-up points didn’t cut it.

No wonder the Mission Hall was a madhouse daily—without contribution, you were stuck in the sect.

Buying the pill itself didn’t need contribution—just spirit stones.

What floored Li Chuan: his 5,000-plus points ranked him third.

Third out of thousands of Qi Refiners—he hadn’t seen that coming.

Chu Mengyou explained she was down to 1,000-ish points. All her old earnings got swapped for cultivation pills and treasures.

“Pills bought with stones aren’t the same as ones swapped with contribution,” she said. “If we’ve got points, we grab those first, then use stones.”

“If I hadn’t felt Foundation coming and saved some, I’d be at maybe a couple hundred now.”

That piqued his curiosity. He bolted to the Treasure Pavilion to check it out.

Big mistake—went in with 5,319 points, came out with 319.

1,000 for a top-grade Tier 1 magic weapon longsword.

1,000 for a top-grade Tier 1 magic weapon robe.

1,000 for a top-grade Tier 1 magic weapon pair of boots.

1,000 for a top-grade Tier 1 magic weapon rope.

1,000 for a top-grade Tier 1 magic weapon net.

Boots for fleeing, rope and net for snagging beasts.

Killing beasts outright was a waste—catching them alive was the move. Li Chuan was a pro at it; pre-sect, he’d raked in stones hunting beasts, raiding small worlds, and scavenging immortal ruins.

Calling him a seasoned beast hunter wasn’t a stretch.

Chu Mengyou gawked at his splurge. “Junior Brother, why not just make me your Dao companion? I don’t mind your low realm—teach me to rake in stones, that’s enough.”

“Serve me well,” he shot back, “and I’ll shower you with stones. Why bother learning? Too much hassle.”

She laughed. “But all this time, you haven’t tossed me a single extra stone.”

Mid-sentence, a stone sailed her way.

“There—your reward.”

“Wow, so generous—tossing it just like that.”

They jabbered like typical sect mates, strolling back to her place.

Zhao Bingqian hadn’t seen her in over ten days—normal for cultivators to vanish for stretches, so he didn’t blink.

He’d been meditating in his room anyway; time flew.

“Junior Sister Mengyou, Junior Brother Li Chuan,” he said casually, “back from helping Senior Sister Chu Xuan?”

She didn’t answer that. “Senior Brother, I’ve got my Foundation Pill. I’m here to break through.”

“What?! You scraped together 5,000 stones that fast?!” Zhao Bingqian was genuinely floored.

How long had it even been?

Envy hit him—he figured she’d scored big working with Chu Xuan.

“Please guard me,” she said, flashing him a sweet smile he’d never seen before.

Watching her stunning figure slip into the room, he zoned out, muttering, “She’s… she’s about to hit Foundation.”

Suddenly, it felt like a mountain crashed down on him, choking his breath.