Junior sister, I really need to control you

Mu Xiaoyu put away the little black hammer and tossed it into a corner of her Qiankun bag, looking at her senior brother with anticipation: "Senior brother, where's the fire seed?"

Li Yinsheng opened his hands, and two flames like lamp wicks appeared in his palms.

"Yay!" Mu Xiaoyu exclaimed excitedly. "Then... Senior Brother, where is Sister Shangguan?"

"Sister Shangguan?" Li Yinsheng was taken aback. "She went back to the lineage yesterday."

Mu Xiaoyu was struck dumb.

"Back to the lineage?!" Her eyes widened. "Senior brother, why didn't you tell me?!"

“She told me not to tell you. I originally wanted to ask you to come and see her off, but she said you were so engrossed in refining weapons that she didn’t want to bother you,” Li Yinsheng said.

Mu Xiaoyu's face was ashen.

But then the flames reflected in her eyes, and she immediately woke up, regaining her senses, and said with a sliver of hope.

"Senior brother! Can I... wait until I see Sister Shangguan before refining the fire seed?"

Li Yinsheng smiled slightly: "Of course, we'll be able to see Miss Shangguan by the end of the year anyway."

"Great!" Hearing that she could refine the fire seed again later, her spirits were instantly rekindled.

"It's a pity, though. I originally planned to take you down the mountain to visit your relatives after you refined the fire seed," Li Yinsheng said with a shake of his head.

"Visiting relatives!!!" Mu Xiaoyu almost jumped up, somewhat incoherently, "Senior brother is taking me home... no, he's coming home with me... no, that's not right either..."

"Anyway, my senior brother wants me to see my parents, right?" she said excitedly.

"But we'll have to wait until my junior sister refines the fire seed, after all..."

Before Li Yinsheng could finish his fabricated reasoning, Mu Xiaoyu had already grabbed a spark and thrown it into her mouth, then gritted her teeth and sat down cross-legged.

Less than an hour later, Mu Xiaoyu had refined both fire seeds and then grabbed Li Yinsheng's sleeve, acting coquettishly.

"Senior brother~ Senior brother~ When are we going to meet my parents~"

Li Yinsheng was a little curious. If he joked with his junior sister now and said, "Junior sister, I was just kidding, we're not going," would she burst into tears?

But after hesitating for a moment, he felt that doing so seemed a little too radical.

So he patted Mu Xiaoyu's head and said directly, "Junior sister, get some rest early tonight. We'll set off tomorrow."

He then heard a cheer that nearly lifted the roof off his house.

……

In Uncle Jiang's bedroom.

"Are you taking that little girl with you?" Her tone and volume rose noticeably.

“Well, my junior sister’s home is in the Dayong Dynasty,” Li Yinsheng said with a smile. “She’s been up the mountain for a year, and she must be missing her parents. Since it’s on the way, it’s good to take her back to visit them.”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiang paused for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, since you miss your parents, then go see them."

Li Yinsheng was somewhat surprised: "Uncle-Master, you agree to this?"

"I thought you would say that I spoil my junior sister too much. After all, what normal disciple goes back to visit his family after only one year on the mountain?"

"The joy of family life between parents and children is a natural and human instinct, so why be overly critical?"

Uncle Jiang's gaze was unfocused as he said softly, "Since she has relatives and family, she should cherish them."

“Someone like me, orphaned since childhood, doesn’t even know who my parents are, and has nowhere to look for them if I want to see them, how can I stop her?”

Li Yinsheng remained silent.

He understood what Uncle Jiang was talking about, and he was even confident that he understood it better than Uncle Jiang.

After all, he was an orphan in both his past and present lives, and he was experienced in this area.

“By the way, Yinsheng, you are too…” Uncle Jiang looked at Li Yinsheng and took his hand.

Li Yinsheng turned around and held her hand, laughing, "But I think I'm luckier than my junior sister. She has to go down the mountain and go home to see her relatives."

"My relatives are in the Xuanzhen Temple."

Jiang Ningzhi's lips relaxed, and she nodded softly, "Yes, me too."

After a few moments of silence, she released Li Yinsheng and asked again, "When do you plan to leave? How long will you be gone?"

“If we’re going to set off, let’s do it tomorrow. Retrieving that treasure sooner will put our minds at ease,” Li Yinsheng said. “As for how long we’ll stay…”

"That depends on how long Junior Sister will stay at home. It could be as short as three to five days, or as long as... two or three months. After all, there are still nearly six months until the Dao Examination, so there is plenty of time."

“Two or three months!” Jiang Ningzhi’s voice rose sharply again.

You need to leave Xuanzhen Temple and stay at that little girl's house for two or three months!

……

After leaving Uncle Jiang's bedroom, Li Yinsheng checked his Qiankun bag.

When he went to Baoguang Temple yesterday to buy a geomantic map, he also bought some everyday items.

After all, disciples from various Taoist temples would sometimes go down the mountain to visit relatives, so Baoguang Temple could naturally buy what they needed.

For example, there are talismans for warding off evil spirits and talismans that are beneficial to ordinary people, such as strengthening the body and prolonging life.

He bought the best of everything so that Xiaoyu could give it to her parents herself.

In addition, he prepared a lot of snacks so that a certain gluttonous girl wouldn't be unable to eat the snacks on the mountain after she came down.

Mundane life...

Although the main purpose was to obtain the rare gold treasure mentioned by his martial uncle, taking Xiaoyu to visit relatives in the mortal world was just a side trip.

However, it was actually his first time going to the mortal world, so he was somewhat looking forward to it.

Moreover, Miss Shangguan said that there are also some independent cultivators in the mortal world, who either live in seclusion or accept offerings from mortals, but they are not allowed to rule or harm mortals.

I wonder if I will encounter any rogue cultivators or cultivators from other sects on this trip down the mountain?

Chapter 120 Magic Weapon: Taibai Sword

A corner of the Dayong Dynasty, high in the sky.

Three figures formed a "品" shape, riding on magical artifacts and talismans, and fled in a sorry state.

The leader looked to be in his forties or fifties, standing on a scepter, with a pale face and long beard, dressed like a refined scholar. However, his pale face looked deathly white from fear.

Behind him stood a man and a woman, both nearing thirty. The man was upright and the woman was beautiful, but their faces were distorted with fear.

The two of them were desperately activating their magical artifacts, each with a talisman affixed to their bodies to aid in flight, and were being blessed with incantations by the scholar in front of them.

They were running for their lives by almost every means possible.

After flying for a long time, the female cultivator stood on her magic weapon, which resembled a peach blossom fan, and used her divine sense to probe behind her. She breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Uncle-Master, Senior Brother, it seems that beast has stopped chasing us."

The middle-aged scholar also dispersed his divine sense. After sensing no danger, he immediately said, "Then let's go down and rest for a while to recover our magical power."

As he spoke, he led his two junior apprentices behind him to a stop.

Having just fled at breakneck speed, he had to spare extra magical power to help his two junior disciples accelerate. Although he prided himself on his high level of cultivation, he was now somewhat lacking in magical power.

"Uncle-Master, you've really screwed me over this time," the younger male cultivator complained, stepping on a copper coin. "I bet that beast has at least sixty years of cultivation, maybe even seventy..."

“That’s right, Martial Aunt, you’re too reckless,” the female cultivator complained.

The middle-aged scholar felt somewhat embarrassed by the complaints from his two junior disciples, but he couldn't very well reprimand or refute them.

This time it was indeed his fault. While passing through a mountain valley, he discovered that there was a fully-fledged black-feathered owl inside.

The black-feathered owl was still asleep at the time, and they could have quietly passed by.

However, upon probing with his divine sense, he discovered that the black-feathered owl possessed some human blood energy. Considering the scattered villages and towns of ordinary people in the surrounding area, it was not difficult to deduce that the black-feathered owl likely ate people frequently.

To prevent the mortals around him from being harmed again, he planned to take advantage of the black-feathered owl's slumber and eliminate it.

He was confident in his superior cultivation, possessed a demon-suppressing talisman, had the advantage of a sneak attack, and had two junior disciples assisting him. He believed that the battle would be in his favor.

After a fierce battle, the black-feathered owl proved to be truly ferocious, managing to exhaust the power of the demon-suppressing talisman that had been secretly attached to its body.

When the demon-suppressing talisman was effective, the three of them could barely suppress the owl.

Once the demon-suppressing talisman failed, the Black-feathered Owls' strength increased dramatically, leaving them no choice but to flee in disarray.

Unfortunately, it was a bird, and even though they flew on their magical weapons, they were chased for a long time and fled here.

"Luckily, that beast didn't catch up," the middle-aged scholar said, shifting the blame. "That demon-suppressing talisman was too weak. It claimed to suppress demons by more than 50% of their cultivation, but it was clearly not that powerful."

The female cultivator was about to complain that the demon-suppressing talisman would definitely be less effective against powerful demons, but the male cultivator's expression changed, and he spoke first.

"Wait a minute! That beast isn't chasing us anymore, could it have gone back to eat the mortals around here?"

The middle-aged scholar's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

They fought the owl and it suffered some minor injuries; perhaps it really will go back to eat blood.

“That’s possible, let’s go back and check!” he said quickly.

After saying this, the three quickly turned their magical artifacts and headed back in the direction they had just flown from.

Several black beams suddenly flashed out from the void and shot towards the three of them.

"Watch out!" The female cultivator reacted even faster than the scholar, shouting as she manipulated the magical artifact beneath her feet to block the three of them.

The black light struck the peach blossom fan, causing it to tremble violently and break open with several jagged gashes. However, the black light lost its power and turned into several black feathers that drifted down.

The female cultivator, disregarding her concern for the magic artifact, hurriedly pointed to an empty spot in the air and shouted, "There it is!"

A beam of light flew out from the middle-aged scholar's tablet, and copper coins flew out from under the male cultivator's feet, all crashing towards the empty space pointed to by the female cultivator.

The empty space rippled like water, and a large black-feathered bird, about two or three zhang in size, appeared. With a flap of its wings, it shattered the light and sent the copper coins flying.

"This beast knows the art of invisibility! So it's been following us all along, waiting for a chance to ambush us!" The female cultivator put away her peach blossom fan, her face grim.

She had a slight advantage in the realm of divine sense, so she was the first to detect the sneak attack and also sensed the location of the demon after it revealed its aura.

Even though they noticed the sneak attack and broke the enemy's concealment, the three of them were still pale.

After all, in terms of raw strength, the owl is far superior to them.

"quack--"