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

Hu Min lost track of how many weeds she ate. Just as she felt like passing out, her body lightened—like a mountain lifted off.

Li Chuan stood up. “Senior Sister, come on—nearly fainting from eating? Your stamina’s trash. Gotta work out more.”

Tears of grievance welled up again.

Fainting from eating?!

But after those two slaps, she didn’t dare ignore him. “Junior Brother’s right—I’ll train hard when I get back,” she rushed out.

He stepped aside and squatted again. Hu Min flinched, terrified he’d feed her more grass.

“Fresh small worlds like this are the best—spirit plants everywhere, spirit stones for the taking,” he said.

Just digging another plant. She exhaled hard.

His back to her, she froze—then scrambled up fast.

No hesitation—she summoned her flying sword and bolted.

A speed talisman crumbled in her hand. With that boost, she was sure he couldn’t catch her.

But the talisman barely kicked in when his voice hit: “Senior Sister, who said you could leave?”

Her feet snagged—something bound them. Her sword wobbled, and she crashed from midair.

Panicked, she checked her legs—a rope coiled tight.

Plain-looking, but no amount of thrashing broke it. She whipped out her treasure sword and hacked—nothing. It still clamped her, choking off most of her spiritual energy.

She smashed through branches, tumbling into the thick woods.

Li Chuan loomed overhead. Ignoring the pain, she blurted, “Junior Brother, I wasn’t running—just checking where we are!”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, please!”

She nearly claimed she was innocent, scared out of her wits.

He landed beside her, eyes drifting to a nearby stream, dawning with realization. “Bet Senior Sister’s thirsty, huh?”

She noticed the stream then—nodded fast. “Yeah, Junior Brother’s right—I’m parched.”

Hell, she was almost grateful for the excuse he handed her.

She crawled over and gulped it down.

After a few sips, she looked up—only to hear, “Who told you to stop?”

Startled, she dove back in, drinking hard.

A bit later, she paused, timidly saying, “Junior Brother, I’m good—not thirsty anymore.”

“Drink,” was all he said.

“Oh, okay.” She didn’t dare defy him—kept going.

Water’s no joke in bulk—she bloated, stomach aching.

“Junior Brother, I was wrong—I won’t do it again!” She finally cracked, pleading.

Her pitiful look—eyes brimming with regret and desperation—screamed she’d learned her lesson.

Li Chuan just grinned, clearly enjoying it, though his words were cold: “Keep drinking.”

“Oh.” Teary-eyed, she obeyed, the picture of groveling survival.

As the sun dipped, she lost track of how long she’d crawled by the stream. Numb, tongue not even hers anymore.

“Done?” His voice rang out.

To her, it was heavenly.

“Mmm-hmm…” Numbness slurred her words, but she nodded like crazy.

Red-rimmed, wet eyes blazed with a hunger to live.

“If you’re done, stop,” he said.

“Thank you, Junior Brother!” she gushed, beyond grateful.

“Senior Sister, think we should chat,” he said, all smiles.

“Mmm-hmm!” She nodded like her life depended on it.

That sharp, icy beauty of a face softened into pure submission—like “I’m obedient” was scrawled across it.

…

Warm sunlight bathed a deep pool. A pale figure swam like a fish inside.

Soon, a delicate face popped up—Hu Min.

Fish in her mouth, she paddled to the edge.

There, an older figure stood—Li Chuan.

She climbed out, knelt before him, and lifted that pretty face, gazing up with eager-to-please eyes.

He reached down, patted her head like a reward, and took the fish from her lips.

“Senior Sister’s fish-catching’s getting sharp,” he praised.

They say cultivation shrugs off time—half a month had zipped by since they’d entered this small world.