Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 334 Senior Sister
In the stillness of the night deep in the mountains, only one room in the courtyard still had its light on.

Jiang Shu was now the only person in the empty dormitory room. He spread out his diary and began to write.

"If the cultivation goes smoothly and the dietary supplements are not neglected, I should be able to enter the practice in another month."

"Our eldest brother has been missing for five days. Feng Laoqi has finally given up the search, but he has instructed my senior sister and me to go down the mountain tomorrow to collect the rent we didn't get last time."

“Feng Yao is very perceptive. I’m worried that she might discover something when we go to collect rent together.”

“The last time I went down the mountain, my senior brother used the excuse of collecting rent to assault the women in the village. I tried to stop him but to no avail, so I had to sneak up and kill him. I buried his body in a nearby villager’s yard.”

"The villagers are greedy and timid. What should I do if my senior sister asks about it and something goes wrong?"

"Sigh, my senior sister and I grew up together. She's gentle and kind. If I explain things to her properly, she should understand."

With a flick of his wrist, Jiang Shu picked up the diary, gently blew on the ink to dry it, and let it air dry for a while before closing it with satisfaction.

He climbed to the edge of the bunk, felt around for a slightly loose brick, dragged it out, and then carefully placed the diary into the space inside.

Jiang Shu's diary contained many of his "little secrets," which he had to hide in a safe place.

He stuffed the brick back in, making sure everything was in order, before finally blowing out the candle and going to bed.

In Qinzhou, the most tiring training was "refining the head." Jiang Shu fell into a deep sleep after lying down for a short while and even started snoring.

Amidst the rising and falling snores, a faint, unusual sound suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Like bricks and stones, they were carefully pulled out by someone along the cracks in the wall.

The rustling sound was like a thieving rat sneaking into a rice jar.

In the pitch-black dormitory room, Jiang Shu snored heavily, then slowly opened his eyes.

……

The next day, just as dawn broke, Jiang Shu got up, tidied the house, and went out to fetch water and chop firewood.

He was the youngest disciple of Elder Feng of the Tianbao Sect, so these chores were supposed to be done by him.

Although he hadn't officially entered the trade, he was still a trainee. Jiang Shu was full of energy and quickly finished his work. He then went into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

While they were tending the fire, they noticed the door to the room next door open, and their senior sister, Feng Yao, came out.

Her long hair was tied in a braid, and she had a pretty face, but she still looked sleepy. As soon as she stepped out the door, she yawned and stretched.

Jiang Shu stared intently at her until she noticed his gaze, at which point he hurriedly lowered his eyes.

The senior sister laughed, stood at the door and waved to him from afar, calling out, "Junior brother, you're peeking at me again!"

Jiang Shu tried her best to keep her face red and replied, "No, no."

Then came the girl's silvery laughter from the other end.

Feng Yuan's breakfast was not lavish, consisting mainly of rice porridge and pickled vegetables, but it was enough to fill you up.

Jiang Shu also prepared sausages for Feng Laoqi, which were steamed in a pot. His master would get up and eat them after he had slept enough.

The two siblings sat at the table in the courtyard. Feng Yao watched Jiang Shu eat bowl after bowl and suddenly said, "Junior brother has such a good appetite lately. Could it be that you're about to enter the profession?"

"Entering the profession" is a colloquial term, referring to reaching a certain rank or level, thus becoming a practitioner.

The so-called cultivators in Qinzhou are divided into only two factions. The most common one is called "Refining Head," and once you enter the profession, you are called "Copper Skin." At this level, the cultivator's physique is already far stronger than that of ordinary people.

Senior Sister Feng Yao is a coward. She used to joke with Jiang Shu that if they got married in the future, with Jiang Shu's cultivation level, he probably wouldn't be able to get through the Dao.

Jiang Shu looked up from the bowl of porridge and chuckled, "I think it'll be soon."

Feng Yao didn't eat either. She held her cheeks with both hands and looked at Jiang Shu. When he wasn't paying attention, she licked her lips with her red tongue, swallowed the mouthful of saliva.

"Alright, eat quickly. We still need to go down the mountain to collect rent later. Come back early, as you still have to prepare lunch." Jiang Shu hurriedly drank two more bowls of food.

Today, he dared not go hungry.

After washing the dishes and tidying up, Jiang Shu followed her senior sister Feng Yao down the mountain via a side path.

The Tianbao Sect was a large sect in the area, governing four counties in Longshan, but Feng Laoqi's status was average. At most, there were only six people in his courtyard, and the sect only allocated him a village at the foot of the mountain.

Just a few days ago, in this very village, Jiang Shu killed his senior brother.

Upon entering the village, Feng Yao stopped and turned to Jiang Shu: "Junior brother, let's split up and collect the rent as soon as possible to avoid delays. When we get back to the mountain, I'll have time to guide your cultivation."

“Okay.” Jiang Shu nodded.

As Feng Yao watched Jiang Shu jog away, her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her lips curved into a smile, revealing two dimples.

Jiang Shu had always listened to Feng Yao since he was a child, and his taciturn nature was only revealed to his charming and lovely senior sister.

It's good to be obedient. My senior sister likes obedient people. The two of you will definitely be very happy together in the future.

Thinking of this, Feng Yao couldn't help but lick her lips again. With good things coming one after another in the future and great fortune at present, her surging emotions made her want to do something.

So he turned around and kicked open the door of a villager's house.

She entered the house, but instead of collecting rent, she looked at the emaciated, destitute tenant and asked, "Last time we collected rent, someone died in the village. Do you know where they were buried?"

The villagers shook their heads.

His head fell off.

She brushed the blood splattered on her skirt, twirled the knife in her hand, and went out to another house.

Unlike her senior brother, Feng Yao had a low sex drive and disliked humiliating others; she preferred beheading.

He especially liked to chop off the head with one stroke and then kick the head into the sky like a ball.

She was incredibly strong, with a body so robust that she could kick someone's head very high.

Therefore, Feng Laoqi usually doesn't let her collect rent. Although there is never a shortage of refugees in Qinzhou, she can't stop her from cutting down trees like mowing grass.

Fortunately, she wasn't there to have fun today.

Not long after, a woman cried and said that a few days ago, an old man from the mountain had indeed died in the village and was buried in a corner of her yard.

Feng Yao's eyes flickered, and drool began to flow frantically between her pink lips and white teeth: "Where? Where is it? Dig it out for me now!"

The eldest brother was buried very shallowly, and Feng Yao didn't spend much time digging out his body.

The body was wearing an old coat that had started to smell after a few days, but the skin and flesh were still firm.

Feng Yao knelt on the ground with her slender legs together, her fair hands tightly gripping her senior brother's arm.

Saliva dripped uncontrollably down the girl's moon-white robe.

The eldest brother has the cultivation level of a mid-grade copper skin. He has been tempering his muscles, bones, and flesh for twenty years. Even after he has been dead for several days, his essence still remains condensed and does not dissipate.

The so-called "head refinement" refers to the importance of dietary supplements for improving one's cultivation level. In Qinzhou, a land ravaged by warlords, what is the best dietary supplement?
Why do you think Father is so desperate to find Senior Brother? Does he really think Old Seventh Brother Feng is a beloved disciple?
Haha, junior brother, my dearest junior brother, such a wonderful gift, could it be a betrothal gift you prepared for your senior sister long ago?
Uh... Don't rush, um, don't rush, junior brother... You will be with me like this forever in the future.

In the small courtyard enclosed by a low wall, a young girl in a brocade dress and white skirt prostrated herself in front of the pit, her shoulders trembling with joy.

So much so that she didn't notice that while she was enjoying herself, Jiang Shu, supporting himself against the low wall, had already silently walked up behind her.

His blood vessels were bulging; his copper-skin realm cultivation level filled his arms with power.

He raised the short knife high and plunged it heavily into the girl who was engrossed in eating and oblivious to his surroundings.

He aimed at that slender, snow-white nape of her neck, and with one stroke, the knife pierced through her throat!
(End of this chapter)