I Never Expected You to Be This Kind of Senior Sister

"In the past, I wouldn't see you even once in three or five years. But these past few days, you've been coming more often than my own husband. Especially today—I'd barely sent you off and hadn't even sat down to rest when you came back again."

After teasing her a few times, the beautiful woman turned her bright eyes toward Lu Bei, and they immediately lit up. "If I'm not mistaken, this must be Junior Disciple Brother Lu?"

"Lu Bei, greetings, Senior Sister Zhu," Lu Bei said politely.

Bai Jin had explained this beautiful woman's identity to Lu Bei while they were walking after landing. Her name was Zhu Yan, the wife of Wei Mao, County Lieutenant of Dasheng Pass. She had once studied at the Lingxiao Sword Sect and was Bai Jin's fellow disciple. Both had been disciples of that Sect Leader's Wife.

The difference was that Bai Jin was an inner disciple who had inherited the true teachings of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, while Zhu Yan had been an Outer Disciple. After ten years of study, she had returned home and married.

The Zhu in Zhu Yan's name was the same Zhu as the Zhu Clan of Wu Zhou—the genuine article, Royal Bloodline. Rather than entering the Huangji Sect to cultivate, she had chosen the Lingxiao Sword Sect to casually train a little, at the urging of her family elders.

Wu Zhou had been founded for eight hundred years. There were simply too many imperial princes and descendants.

When the forest grew large, every sort of bird nested within it;

When there were too many people, the forest disappeared, and so did the birds.

Among the Zhu Clan's princes and descendants, quite a few were ambitious enough to dream of inheriting the throne. Some were merely dreaming, while others truly had the capital to take a gamble.

Those without the capital, and without the nerve even to dream, feared the surging undercurrents and voluntarily withdrew from the center of the struggle for power.

As time passed, an Unspoken Rule emerged within the Zhu Clan: any later descendant who gave up their generational character in the family genealogy would be regarded as having renounced their ancestors' blessings. From that generation onward, they would no longer be recorded in the Zhu Clan genealogy.

Tong Feng Shou Yong, Zheng Da Guang Ming, Pei Shi Xue Zong, Wen Heng Sheng Chong.

Li Ding Ying Zhi, Jun Liang Hou Qi, Nian Qin Xiao Sheng, Jing Biao Ji Yuan.

Shi Jie Chun Gong, Gui Shan Ru Song, Xiu Fa Jing Xun, Bang Qi Shi Sheng.

Shi Li Min Chong, Jia Cheng Yu Jin, Dao Xian Yu Wei, De Ze Chang Long.

The Zhu Clan's generational characters were as listed above. Zhu Yan's situation was Visible to the naked eye—she had not merely missed a single character; her name did not contain a generational character at all. Her choice to enter the Lingxiao Sword Sect rather than the Huangji Sect explained everything even more clearly.

Of course, giving it up was one thing; the Zhu Clan bloodline could not be washed away. Though Zhu Yan was already married and had not come from the Huangji Sect, she had still obtained a position at the Huangji Sect's Dasheng Pass branch through her surname.

In her own words, idling around anywhere was still idling around. She might as well find an Idle position that paid a monthly salary, so she could buy some powder and rouge for herself and her daughter during festivals.

Incidentally, her daughter had joined the Lingxiao Sword Sect, with Bai Jin as her master.

Zhu Yan and Bai Jin had shared many years of friendship, without any polymer compounds mixed in. Bai Jin had sought Zhu Yan's help in Dasheng Pass for everything concerning Lu Bei.

"Greetings, Junior Disciple Brother Lu. What a handsome face you have—tsk, tsk... Sit down first, Junior Disciple Brother. Don't stand on ceremony; treat this place as your own home."

Zhu Yan circled Lu Bei twice, clicking her tongue all the while. Then she grabbed Bai Jin by the wrist, pulled her aside, and began whispering in each other's ears.

The two women whispered among themselves. Lu Bei listened out of curiosity and caught three key words.

Uncle-Master Mo, Sect Leader, master.

Seeing Bai Jin grow more animated the longer they talked, even letting out a couple of secret giggles now and then, Lu Bei Deeply felt the contrast. He had thought she was an immortal maiden floating above the clouds, but he had never expected her to be so inexplicably down-to-earth in certain respects.

I never expected you to be this kind of Senior Sister.

Please keep it up!

Having hobbies was a good thing. There was nothing wrong with liking gossip. Compared to a Senior Sister untouched by the dust of the mortal world, Lu Bei found this one much more endearing.

Gossip not only made people happy, it also improved interpersonal relationships. It was the foundation of trust between people, and even more so the ladder of human civilization's progress...

Zhu Yan became increasingly engrossed in the gossip. After exchanging plots they had each imagined for themselves with Bai Jin, she was still unsatisfied and decided to open a private room for an all-night chat with her good Senior Sister.

Lu Bei followed a servant to the guest room. After some thought, Bai Jin decided to stay for the night. They could rush on the road tomorrow morning, and it would not delay them by much, so she gladly accepted Zhu Yan's invitation to stay at Wei Manor.

As for Wei Mao, the male master of the Wei household, he was busy with official duties and did not return all night. Lu Bei did not meet him until noon the next day.

The next day, Bai Jin broke her promise. Rather than setting off at dawn in a rush, she decided to stay another night.

The final night.

Lu Bei had Lack of interest in the two Senior Sisters' gossip. Thinking of going outside to see whether there were any tasks he could take, he used sightseeing and broadening his horizons as an excuse, only to be firmly vetoed by Bai Jin and detained in the study.

The outside world was dangerous. What if he tripped or bumped into something and damaged that top-tier cultivation brain of his?

The study was safer. Reading more books could only help, never harm!

Lu Bei knew his little arm could not twist against his Senior Sister's Long Legs, so he went to the study and began rummaging through it. Both Wei Mao and Zhu Yan possessed cultivation, so there was a good chance their home Possesses some peerless secret manual. With his luck, perhaps he might pick one up from the bookshelf.

He did not find any peerless secret manual, but a book on pill-making caught Lu Bei's interest. It contained the formulas and refining methods for more than ten different pills, along with annotations in two distinct handwritings.

This time, Lu Bei had learned his lesson. He did not test his aptitude and instead directly opened his Personal Panel to check the new notifications.

[You have come into contact with the Qi Ling Pills formula. Spend 10 Skill Points to learn it?]

[You have come into contact with the Blood Replenishing Pills formula. Spend 20 Skill Points to learn it?]

[You have come into contact with the Qi Gathering Pills formula. Spend 20 Skill Points to learn it?]

[You have come into contact with the Hemostatic Pills formula. Spend...

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"This pill formula..."

Lu Bei Raised an eyebrow, vaguely Thought of a possibility. "If I remember correctly, Senior Sister Zhu's position in Dasheng Pass is managing the Alchemy Room's account books. The position may not be important, but there's plenty of profit in it... Pah, I mean, she has quite a few connections at hand."

Footsteps approached. Lu Bei turned and saw a Middle-aged man wearing light armor enter the study.

His skin was bronze, his back straight, and his Facial features still faintly retained the handsome looks of his youth.

Wei Mao.

Wei Mao was the County Lieutenant of Dasheng Pass, a military official responsible for Dasheng Pass's defenses.

Because of Dasheng Pass's geographical location and historical significance, it housed a great number of troops. To serve as County Lieutenant in such a place—Can be imagined, his meteoric rise was just around the corner.

"Junior Disciple Brother Lu?"

"I am Lu Bei. Could you be my Senior Sister's husband?"

"Greetings, Junior Disciple Brother. You may call me Senior Disciple Brother."

"Senior Disciple Brother."

"Good."

Conversations between men were brief and to the point. Seeing Lu Bei holding the pill-making book, Wei Mao Raise Hand to signal that he should make himself at home, then turned and left without disturbing him further.

He had not come to the study for anything in particular. Zhu Yan had told him there was a guest there, and as the master of the house, he had come specifically to show proper hospitality and recognize his face.

Since he had only come to recognize his face, there was nothing left to do once he had done so.

"No wonder Senior Sister Zhu refused to live out her luxurious little life in peace, instead getting so bored she had to find a job outside. Senior Disciple Brother is so dull he's almost painfully boring..."

Lu Bei muttered under his breath. It was only because he was upright that he behaved so properly. If it were an LSP boss, several plans for swinging a hoe would already have been drawn up by now.

Whether the hoe could knock down the wall was not important. Getting a taste of sweetness was enough.

After all, noble Royal Bloodline rounded up was practically the same as a Princess. Beautiful, with a graceful figure, a husband, and even a daughter—it was thrilling just to think about.

Lu Bei did not think about it. First, because he was upright; second, because his strength made him upright. His mind was wholly focused on the Pill Formulas.

Continuing along his earlier line of thought, Zhu Yan managed the account books for Dasheng Pass's Alchemy Room. With her help, it would not be difficult to slip into the Alchemy Room and become an apprentice alchemist.

"If this works, then even if I'm Unable to take tasks like players, my leveling speed can still increase by quite a bit." Lu Bei Slightly Squinted his eyes, vaguely seeing a vast sea of experience rushing toward him.

But before that, he still had to Hold onto Zhu Yan's thigh a little, so that she would be willing to help him.

Lu Bei was not familiar with Zhu Yan. Suddenly clinging to her thigh would be inappropriate, and To Prevent Wei Mao from getting the wrong idea, he decided to seek out Bai Jin.

It was not boasting—he was already well acquainted with those two Long Legs. She would not refuse his flirtatious clinginess.