Beat Up Junior Sister - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Little Junior Sister had been at the sect for several days now.

She rarely cultivated.

All she did was circle around Master and our fellow disciples.

I knew what she was doing. She was farming favorability points.

Today, she made pastries for Master. Tomorrow, she delivered spirit wine to the senior and junior brothers.

She wanted them to lower their guard, then willingly sacrifice for her.

But I would not let her get what she wanted.

Chapter 5

My Master, Venerable Lingxiao, had an exceptionally beautiful face.

Dressed in white, he was like a snow lotus blooming atop the Heavenly Mountains, cold, pure, and untouched by the mundane world.

He was not yet a hundred years old, yet he was already a peak Nascent Soul expert.

And yet, a man like him…

Actually loved those sickly sweet pastries.

I did not understand it, but I respected it.

He hid this preference extremely well.

The only reason I knew was thanks to Little Junior Sister from my previous life.

I had considered learning to make pastries myself, beating Little Junior Sister to the punch and conquering Master’s taste buds first.

Unfortunately, while I could handle an alchemy furnace, I was defeated by an iron wok.

After I blew up the kitchens on every single peak…

All the elders collectively ordered me never to set foot in a kitchen again.

Lingxiao Hall was my Master’s residence.

When I arrived, I heard Little Junior Sister’s sweet, charming voice, bright and pleasant to the ear.

It sounded just like the nest of spirit chickens Second Junior Brother kept in his backyard, the ones I had been craving for ages.

“Master, Na’er made these for you herself. They’re pastries from Na’er’s hometown in the Mortal Realm. They’re really delicious. Please try one~”

Little Junior Sister tugged on Master’s sleeve and pushed the pastries toward him, her eyes full of coquettishness and anticipation.

Master looked at the pastries on the plate. They were a style he had never seen before.

Small and exquisite, they even gave off a faint fragrance.

He looked at Little Junior Sister, and a helpless look of “what am I to do with you” softened his cold brows and eyes.

His mouth said, equally helpless, “All right.”

But his hand had already very honestly reached for the pastries.

Just as he was about to touch one, a human-shaped shadow suddenly fell over his head.

He and Little Junior Sister both froze.

They looked up and saw me standing there with my arms crossed, expressionless.

I looked at them calmly and asked despite knowing the answer,

“Master, what are you doing?”

Before Master could speak, Little Junior Sister could not wait to rise to her feet.

She bit her lower lip, looking wronged. “Senior Sister, I only wanted to make Master happy. I’m not like Senior Sister, with such profound cultivation. I’m too weak, so I can only make some snacks from the Mortal Realm to show my sincerity.”

As she spoke, her body trembled a few times, faintly revealing a trace of fear toward me.

“If Senior Sister dislikes it, then I… I won’t make them anymore.”

She looked so pitiful that it made me seem like some ferocious demon, when I had clearly only said one sentence.

Master could not watch any longer and spoke up to smooth things over. “Yani, this is just a small token of your junior sister’s kindness. You…”

“Nonsense!”

I did not let Master finish before cutting him off with a shout.

Both of them were startled by me.

I glanced at Little Junior Sister, then turned a deeply disapproving look on Master.

“Master! Food from the Mortal Realm easily produces turbid qi in the body, which is harmful to cultivation. Little Junior Sister has only just entered the sect, so she may not know, but do you not know either?”

It was obvious Master was a little dazed by my lecture.

He replied in a small voice, “I… I know…”

I was full of condemnation, hating iron for not becoming steel.

“The sect leader has yet to emerge from seclusion! The Human Race has yet to grow strong! The Three Realms have yet to know peace!”

“As a pillar of the sect and a model for the Human Race, how can your Dao heart be so unstable?”

“Today, it’s one pastry. Tomorrow, it’s one bite of braised pork knuckle. When will your cultivation ever improve?”

Master froze. His body stiffened, and then he silently withdrew his hand.

Only after a long while did he speak somewhat dryly. “I… have not eaten it yet.”

I nodded in satisfaction and smoothly scooped the plate of pastries into my arms.

“Master, don’t let it happen again.”

With that, I waved my sleeve and drifted away.

Behind me, Little Junior Sister, who had not managed to get a word in this whole time, asked weakly, her tone filled with uncertainty.

“Master, did Eldest Senior Sister… just take your pastries away?”

Master sighed, looking deeply guilty. “Your Eldest Senior Sister has not said this much to me in a very long time. This time, I must truly have disappointed her.”

Little Junior Sister said, “No, I meant the pastries. She…”

Master said, “I have decided. I am going into seclusion! I will improve my cultivation and stabilize my Dao heart!”

Little Junior Sister panicked. “Huh? Master, don’t let Eldest Senior Sister PUA you! Master, Master-“