Chapter 143: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman (9)

Su Mingyue looked at the boy in front of her, his head hanging low, eyes glistening with unshed tears. She panicked a little.

She rushed forward to comfort him. “There, there. Did she bully you earlier? Tell your senior sister, and I’ll protect you from now on.”

Shen Xiuyan looked as if he’d suffered a great injustice. “Senior Sister…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but Su Mingyue could tell just from his expression—something had definitely happened.

With a tender look, she reached out to pat his head. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be here for you.”

The number one cultivator in the entire Cultivation World, the Ancestral Master of the Thirty-Two Peaks, now using this innocent face to fish for sympathy—it was almost too much to watch.

But Shen Xiuyan was absolutely loving it.

Inside, he was grinning like a fool. She touched my head. My wife touched my head! Hehehe.

This was a good start. Clearly, she liked this type—wasn’t the whole weak and helpless “green tea” act exactly her thing?

He could do that.

Shame? What shame?

Having already developed a skin thicker than a city wall, Shen Xiuyan unconsciously rubbed his head against Su Mingyue’s palm.

That little nuzzle startled them both.

Shen Xiuyan felt a little embarrassed.

But Su Mingyue had a completely different reaction. She thought her little junior brother was just too adorable—like a baby puppy that hadn’t grown up yet.

Trying to ease his own awkwardness, Shen Xiuyan changed the subject. “Senior Sister, you don’t like Senior Sister Ruan either, do you?”

Su Mingyue was now thoroughly convinced that her junior brother didn’t like Ruan Xi’er, so she nodded honestly.

“She’s so annoying, I can’t even tell you.”

“Right? I think so too,” Shen Xiuyan said, united in their disdain. “Don’t worry, I just set her up. You’ll see the show tomorrow.”

Su Mingyue blinked in confusion.

Set her up?

What kind of setup?

Didn’t he just compliment Ruan Xi’er a little earlier?

How did that turn into a trap?

Seeing that she didn’t get it, Shen Xiuyan winked playfully. “You’ll understand tomorrow.”

“Alright then, I’ll trust you.” Su Mingyue patted his head again, feeling more and more in sync with this junior brother.

Noticing it was getting late, she figured it was time to send him back.

From her past experience, Outer Sect disciples who came to help around this time usually had to head back soon—they had other duties in the afternoon. If they returned too late, the overseers might think they were slacking off and punish them.

Not wanting her junior brother to get scolded, she brushed off her sleeves and said, “It’s getting late. You should head back now. Oh, and don’t forget to take these snacks with you—otherwise you’ll be hungry tonight.”

Shen Xiuyan sat there like a well-behaved little angel. “Okay, Senior Sister. You’re so kind. Can I… come see you again tomorrow?”

Su Mingyue looked at the boy’s flushed face, his round, deer-like eyes full of nervous anticipation.

She couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Of course. I’m usually around at this time. If you’re coming, just contact me with a Communication Talisman.”

“Alright.” Shen Xiuyan stood up, picked up the food box, and headed out.

When he reached the courtyard gate, he turned back and gave her one last look—those innocent eyes lingering on her.

Su Mingyue actually saw a trace of reluctance in that gaze.

After he left, she clutched her chest and giggled like a fool.

Oh no, what do I do? This junior brother is way too adorable.

She could feel her heart fluttering.
Wang Gang sat on a rock behind Biluo Peak, bored out of his mind, kicking pebbles around.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the distance. Looking up, he saw Shen Xiuyan returning.

Wang Gang’s eyes lit up and he launched himself toward the food box in Shen Xiuyan’s hand.

But Shen Xiuyan casually sidestepped, letting him miss entirely.

Wang Gang stared at his empty hands in confusion. That didn’t make sense—he should’ve been able to grab the kid easily.

Even if he couldn’t sense the junior’s cultivation level, the guy had just joined the sect. How could his cultivation possibly be higher than his own?

How did he dodge that???

Was it some kind of secret technique?

Shen Xiuyan smiled at Wang Gang’s bewildered face. “Still here, huh?”

Wang Gang: “???”

“Come on, man, that’s cold. You just used me and tossed me aside. If it weren’t for me, would Senior Sister Su have taken you with her today?”

“I’m telling you, Senior Sister Su is super generous. Now let me see what goodies she gave you!”

He lunged again, only for Shen Xiuyan to dodge with another graceful spin.

Wang Gang turned to look at him, eyes full of grievance.

Shen Xiuyan just smiled back.

Wang Gang shouted, “At least share a little with me! I’ll even give you some of mine next time!”

Shen Xiuyan thought to himself, Yeah right. My wife gave me this herself—like I’d let another man touch it.

He carefully opened the food box. “See? Just some ordinary snacks.”

Wang Gang peeked inside—and his face went blank.

Holy crap. Snacks made with Phoenix Immortal Grass, and you call that ordinary?

Bro, what kind of family do you come from???

And Senior Sister Su, that’s not fair!

They were both her cute little junior brothers, but she always gave him regular food. Now this guy shows up and gets Phoenix Immortal Grass pastries?

For mortals, Phoenix Immortal Grass could extend life. For cultivators, it strengthened the body. Not to mention, it was a crucial ingredient for many alchemists.

In terms of value, a single stalk of Phoenix Immortal Grass cost one top-grade Spirit Stone—

One top-grade Spirit Stone = 100 mid-grade Spirit Stones = 10,000 low-grade Spirit Stones.

Outer Sect disciples only got ten mid-grade Spirit Stones a month. And Shen Xiuyan had the nerve to say these snacks weren’t valuable???

Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.

Wang Gang’s fingers trembled as he pointed. “Do you… do you even know what this is?”

Shen Xiuyan looked puzzled.

Wang Gang grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “These are pastries made with Phoenix Immortal Grass! The kind that costs a top-grade Spirit Stone per stalk! How is this ordinary?!”

He let go and muttered to himself, “This is insane. I really had no idea how powerful Biluo Peak was. So Senior Sister Su eats Phoenix Immortal Grass pastries on the regular…”

Wang Gang stared at Shen Xiuyan with pitiful eyes.

Unfair. So unfair.

Just because this kid’s a little better looking than me?

Senior Sister was playing favorites, big time.

He felt like crying on the spot.

And not the kind of crying that could be soothed unless—unless Senior Sister was willing to give him a basket of Phoenix Immortal Grass pastries too!