Senior Sisters, I Don’t Want To Work Hard Anymore

Chapter 4: Sword Cultivation

At nightfall.

Above the distant vast void.

The dark void seemed empty, but it was actually treacherous and dangerous. Violent gusts of wind, seemingly coming from nowhere, swept through the vast space without stopping. There were also unpredictable and elusive Heavenly Demons from beyond the domain, even high-level cultivators would not want to stay in such a place without a powerful Law Treasure to protect themselves.

From this height, countless void land masses of various sizes had turned into faint dots of light, resembling a cluster of faint stars.

Without any warning, several powerful divine senses quietly descended, stirring up a tremendous and unimaginable energy storm that almost affected the stability of the surrounding void.

A circular formation, about ten zhang in diameter, black and white, filled with dense death qi, slowly emerged. Upon closer inspection, the entire formation was made up of the bones of unknown fierce beasts, and a layer of pale flames silently burned on the surface of the formation, with countless poisonous snakes and fierce beast shadows faintly appearing in the flames.

On the formation, more than ten figures with mysterious auras were seated.

"...Do any of you have any new information?" asked a thin and cold black-robed old man with a low voice.

"Unfortunately, no!" responded another figure, burly like a bear and with a slightly violent aura. The rest of the figures remained silent, apparently having the same opinion.

The black-robed old man was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, and there was a hint of anger in his voice. "It has been more than three years, and we have expended countless manpower and resources. Is this the result we get? Can I say that everyone here is a bunch of useless people?"

The figure sneered, "Brother Qi, we all make a living in this line of work. Who doesn't know each other? If you really have the ability, you would have already successfully completed this matter beautifully. Why bother coming to us for help?"

The black-robed old man said gloomily, "This is not just my business. If this big deal is not completed, we won't be able to explain to the Yanfu Holy Demon Palace. That powerful figure is not as easy to talk to as I am! If He is displeased, with just a casual order, everyone here, including your descendants, will be wiped out!"

This threat seemed to have some effect. The crowd fell silent for a while. A skinny and fierce-looking monk touched his forehead and hesitated, "Brother Qi... it's not that we are deliberately neglecting it. More than three years ago, when the Genesis Star Palace reappeared, there were too many forces from the orthodox sects who heard the news and rushed over to seek opportunities. There were powerful characters everywhere, and what can our small group do?"

Another man, bare-chested and playing with a Law Treasure that looked like a rake, said in a deep voice, "The Ancient Saint's Cave Mansion naturally contains countless treasures. Anyone with the ability can go and compete for them. As for other things, it's not a big deal. But that Innate Primordial Spirit Seed, nurtured by the blood of the Ancient Saints and about to take shape, is the most precious treasure in the Star Palace..."

The bloody battle that erupted deep within the Genesis Star Palace was because of the discovery of the Innate Primordial Spirit Seed soaked in the Thousand Leaves Merit Azure Lotus Pond. In order to compete for its ownership, the leaders of many super sects fought each other, causing heads to roll and blood to flow like rivers.

In that earth-shattering and brutal battle, at least dozens of powerful beings were severely injured or even perished on the spot. At a critical moment, the Innate Primordial Spirit Seed, which was originally sealed, unexpectedly awakened from its slumber and flew away without a trace.

The high-level members of those forces who paid a painful price but gained nothing naturally felt unwilling and offered sky-high rewards, mobilizing countless forces to search the entire Extreme Void Starry Sky, vowing to find the whereabouts of the Innate Primordial Spirit Seed.

The big shots had already realized that this treasure belonged to the collection of an ancient powerhouse and was a certain kind of Innate Primordial Spiritual Object that grew from the boundless chaos. Its origin was astonishing.

In today's declining immortal civilization, not to mention Innate Primordial Spiritual Objects, even the powerful creatures and heavenly treasures born at the beginning of the world have disappeared. It was unexpected that such a treasure could still be found in the Genesis Star Palace. Any cultivator who obtained it would gain countless benefits and even take a step towards the most crucial breakthrough...

"Fellow Daoists, these legendary Innate divine objects mostly have gained sentience. Whether we can encounter them or not depends on fate and chance. Searching aimlessly like this for millions of years will yield no results!" sighed an old woman with white hair and a red face, helplessly.

The black-robed old man said coldly, "Stop talking about these useless things! If we want to enjoy the benefits from that powerful figure, we must complete this task. Otherwise, none of us will have a good ending!"

The monk frowned and said with some annoyance, "What are you going to do? Show us a specific set of rules, and we'll listen to you!"

So, this group of people gathered together and whispered in low voices.

...

Halfway up the mountain, there was a ten-acre lake, clear and transparent, with a faint spiritual mist rippling on the surface.

By the lake, several bronze tripods, half the height of a person, with three legs and two ears, were arranged. Under the fierce spiritual flames at the bottom of the tripods, steam rose from the pot, and the snow-white and delicate meat rolled in the thick soup, faintly emitting a golden glow. The strong fragrance filled the air.

Qin Muling sat next to it, his eyes shining as he stared at the bronze tripods, while a pile of scattered feathers lay not far away.

As for the intelligent birds and beasts in the surrounding area, they had all hidden deep in the mountains and forests, afraid of suffering the same fate as their kind at the hands of the senior sister.

As a citizen of the empire of food lovers in his previous life, Qin Muling had an almost obsessive pursuit of food desires. When encountering these exotic beasts and birds he had never seen before, his first reaction was naturally, "Can these things be eaten? How do they taste?"

Seeing that the senior sister was easy to talk to, Qin Muling tentatively made a request. Xue Bingxuan, slightly surprised, agreed with interest, and thus the scene before them unfolded.

"... This Crimson Feather Spirit Crane is one of the specialties of the sect. It contains abundant blood essence and spiritual energy, nourishing the essence and blood. The meat is tender and delicious."

Xue Bingxuan controlled the heat with ease, smiling lightly at Qin Muling and said, "When I was still an outer disciple, because I was greedy, I secretly killed two of them with a few junior sisters and roasted them to eat. As a result, the master caught us in the act, not only giving us a beating but also making us work as laborers in the medicinal garden for half a year before forgiving us."

Qin Muling thought for a moment and asked, "So I won't be punished like that by the master, right?"

"Of course not!"

Xue Bingxuan affirmed, thinking that with Qin Muling's identity, even if he ate a few spiritual beasts and birds, or did something more outrageous, the master would probably just laugh it off.

"Can I eat this every day?"

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Muling asked immediately.

"Of course... you can!"

Xue Bingxuan's pretty face changed slightly, looking around with some worry, silently mourning for the birds and beasts in the sect.

In a short while, when the delicacy in the bronze tripod was perfectly cooked, Xue Bingxuan took out a set of jade tableware and filled a large bowl for Qin Muling.

Qin Muling, who had been eager for it, picked up the spoon and began to eat heartily. The tender and juicy meat melted in his mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance. A pure and abundant heat flowed into his abdomen, then spread to his limbs, meridians, and bones, making his skin turn red, sweating profusely, and feeling as if he was about to ignite.

At this moment, a dazzling, dragon-like, thousand-zhang-long sword rainbow swiftly descended from mid-air, accompanied by a clear and beautiful voice:

"Senior sister, what are you doing?"

Before Qin Muling could speak, the sword light dissipated, revealing a spirited young girl in a vigorous outfit. Her figure was graceful, like a celestial being descending to the mortal world. Her long hair, as black as ink, cascaded down her shoulders. Her arched eyebrows were lively, her bright eyes sparkling like stars, her nose was straight, and her cherry lips were crystal clear.

She immediately noticed Qin Muling and her expression changed abruptly, "Who are you? How dare you hunt and kill the spiritual beasts raised by the sect? Huh? And you... you're even wearing my clothes?"

A cold and murderous Sword Intent instantly enveloped Qin Muling.

(End of this chapter)