Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

That day, when they flew back to Lingxiao Sect on their swords, it was quite late before Xie Hanfeng and Wei Hanling finally arrived. Before Xie Hanfeng could even catch his breath, his senior sister brought him bad news.

The Lingxiao Sect is in chaos.

The words are literally messed up.

After a three-second silence, Xie Hanfeng went to work with a heavy heart. In the half-month that his senior sister had been in charge, it had taken him one or two months to handle all the big and small matters inside and outside the sect.

She would go to visit him late at night, but after being turned down twice, she stopped going and spent her days drinking tea and admiring flowers on Xuejiang Peak, then standing in front of the disciples looking ethereal and pretentious.

Xiao Wuli said he would break through to the Golden Core stage within six months, and he really meant it.

He actively participated in all the training and demon-slaying activities at the foot of the mountain. When Yun Dan came back and told him about what happened during that training, he mentioned him the most, saying that he was extremely serious and always rushed to the front.

A month later, Xiao Wuli really did make a spectacular advancement, progressing from the early to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, a terrifying speed of cultivation.

Chi Buwan lay on the rocking chair, swaying and munching on some fruit whose name he couldn't identify.

This was bought by Xiao Wuli from the foot of the mountain. Every time he returned from his training, Xiao Wuli would bring him some fruit snacks, and each time they were different. But if he thought they were delicious, the snacks would appear more often.

Gradually, he began to look forward to Xiao Wuli's return from his training at the foot of the mountain.

Oh, there's one more thing he forgot to mention.

The rocking chair he's lying on now was also made up by Xiao Wuli.

Chi Buwan took another bite of the sweet fruit juice in his hand, looking quite puzzled.

How can one person have so much energy?

Xiao Wuli's existence is indeed somewhat terrifying.

Luckily, I'm not the same age as him, otherwise comparing myself to him would be incredibly frustrating.

"Master!"

Chi Buwan sat up straight, looked up at the sky, and her eyes glimmered with starlight that she herself was unaware of.

Xiao Wuli appeared before him on his sword, carrying a steaming hot osmanthus cake that looked like it had just come out of the oven.

"A new osmanthus cake shop has opened in Qinglu City. I bought some. Master, please try it while it's hot and see if it's delicious." Xiao Wuli looked at him with bright eyes, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was extremely beautiful.

Xiao Wuli, now in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, looks even better than before.

Chi Buwan looked at his face for a while, then took the osmanthus cake and ate a few more bites in a good mood.

Being pretty can really put food on the table.

"Does Master like it?" Xiao Wuli asked nervously. Although he was half a head taller than him, he did not feel any pressure. He was like an obedient large dog, wagging his tail happily.

He nodded slowly and said, "Not bad."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuli's eyebrows instantly curved into a smile, and the tail of Illusion behind him wagged even faster. "Then next time, this disciple will buy more from his house."

Not too late: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Xiao Wuli happily told him about the interesting things that happened during his training, and when he left, he handed him the novel he had been following the latest.

337: [Host, you're having too much fun.]

Chi Buwan, still reclining in the rocking chair, swayed slightly. She could hear Xiao Wuli banging away as he fixed the roof. "What's wrong?"

337. Doubts.

How does it remember that the mission in this world is of SSS-level difficulty? The level of difficulty is comparable to a mortal fighting a god, and in the end, the mortal kills the god.

It was for this reason that the world stagnated for a long time, so long that when the system was upgraded, the world's language was cleaned up and abolished as garbage.

But now.....

337 looked at the two people in front of him, living the life of an old married couple, and remained silent.

Did the system misclassify the level?

The little dumpling scratched its head.

337 replied: [It's nothing.]

.

A month later, Xie Hanfeng finally had some free time. He came to find Chi Buwan and poured out his grievances: "From now on, I will never leave Senior Sister alone in the sect again!"

Just look at Senior Sister to see how much trouble a person can cause!

Bored in the sect, she clapped her hands and decided to hold an internal sect competition.

It was supposed to be a good thing, but she didn't care what moves her disciples used. As long as they weren't killed, she would beat them to death. She would only stop the match when they were on their last breath.

Now things are really bad. When he returned to the sect, all the disciples were bandaged up. His third senior brother had run out of pills, his junior sister's spiritual herbs were like locusts, and even his fifth junior brother had used up all the talismans he had left in the sect to heal injuries.

Several disciples were even lying in bed with bandages, unable to move.

He asked his senior sister what they were doing, and she shrugged. "The Demon Realm hasn't been very active these past few years. It's been a long time since the higher-ranking kids have had such a good fight. They're just venting."

Xie Hanfeng:............

The eldest sister has a fiery temper and acts in a simple and straightforward manner.

Indeed, the atmosphere in Lingxiao Sect has improved significantly in the past two months. You can see cheerful disciples talking about the sect's internal competition everywhere you go.

but...

He will absolutely never let his senior sister act as sect leader again!

When he finally learned about the competition, his eldest disciple, Yun Dan, made him proud by defeating Fu Guang, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fu Guang was Xie Hanfeng's eldest disciple.

"[337, do you think I'm good at being a master?]" Chi Buwan stroked his chin, looking serious.

How come his disciples are able to challenge opponents of a higher level than themselves one by one?

He must be exceptionally talented himself to have trained so many outstanding disciples.

337:.........

The host has been getting a little carried away lately.

Never mind, as long as it doesn't interfere with important matters.

Chi Buwan lay back in the rocking chair and asked Xie Hanfeng, "What do you want with me?"

Xie Hanfeng looked at him and remained silent.

The rocking chair was covered with a plush, expensive-looking rug. There was a small table next to it with tea, fruit, pastries, and candied fruit. He was holding the latest fantasy novel in his hand.

The person lying on top lazily asked him what he wanted from him.

Xie Hanfeng: ...........

"Knock knock knock—"

Xie Hanfeng looked up at Xiao Wuli, who had finished repairing the roof and was changing the water in the bathtub, and became even more silent.

No?

They're both transmigrated into books, so how come he transmigrated into a sect leader who cleans up messes, while his brother transmigrated into a beautiful master who enjoys life?!