"Brother-in-law, I've got a pimple."
"Where?"
"On my shoulder."
The girl tugged her collar aside a little, exposing a tiny red pimple on her shoulder for her brother-in-law to see.
Chen Shu turned and examined it closely.
Beside him, the little catgirl copied his movements. She rose onto her toes, stretched her neck, and craned her head to look at Xiaoxiao's shoulder.
Her skin was snow-white and delicate, without a flaw. The bright-red pimple perched there like a little red bean on a milky iced drink. It was rather cute.
The girl looked at her brother-in-law, baffled. "I'm already a Fifth-Tier Cultivator..."
So what if you're a Fifth-Tier Cultivator?
You've barely slept for more than half a year and only got one pimple. What more do you want?
Chen Shu thought for a moment. His gaze lifted and met hers. He looked away, then calmly delivered his diagnosis:
"You're going to die."
"..."
The girl stared straight at him.
The little catgirl was startled all over again.
"Just kidding," Chen Shu told her. "But if you keep going without sleep day and night like you used to, it'll definitely shorten your life."
"..."
The girl blinked. She did not believe him at all.
Chen Shu shot a look to the side.
Chen Banxia met her younger brother's eyes for an instant and immediately chimed in. "He's right. Even High-Tier Cultivators can't go without sleep for long periods. For low- and Mid-Tier Cultivators, it causes extremely serious damage to the body... Irreversible damage. Even medicine might not save you. One of my former advisors researched this and said it was very difficult to treat."
The girl began to take it seriously.
Brother and sister exchanged a quick glance. Message received.
"When are you going back to Yuanzhou? It's almost New Year,"