The spiritual spring is in Mo Lanyi's hands!

Ji Wushuang gazed at the sincere senior sister before her, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the earlier slap on her backside. "Senior sister, do you have a favorite spirit beast?" she asked.

"Hmm, haha, I do, but it's pointless to think about. That's a Nascent Soul-level spirit beast, after all."

"How about we go see it together next time?"

"Huh?"

Ji Wushuang picked up the small black cat and handed it to Hua Fanyin. "Little Baiye is amazing. The spirit beasts always listen to it. Maybe if Baiye persuades that spirit beast, it might actually work?"

"Meow~"

Little Baiye nodded earnestly, letting out a soft, coquettish meow that made Hua Fanyin laugh with delight.

Indeed, the little junior sister's pet was as endearing and playful as its owner.

"Alright, then. Thank you, junior sister and Baiye."

Everyone present, except Yao Cang, chuckled at the warm and charming scene.

Yao Cang: "…"

After some thought, Yao Cang decided to keep Baiye's identity as a Bai Ze a secret.

Lian Xing cleared his throat lightly. "Alright, Xiao Wushuang, what's the situation inside?"

Ji Wushuang hesitated briefly before asking, "Sect Master, does our sect have a spiritual spring? If so, perhaps we could use some of its water on the seeds—it might help them sprout."

Lian Xing smiled warmly. "It seems we've thought along the same lines. While the sect doesn't have a spiritual spring, we do have some spiritual spring water, brought back by the ancestors from a secret realm long ago. It's reserved for nurturing the sect's spiritual plants. I've prepared some for you."

He handed her a jade bottle, but Ji Wushuang found she couldn't open it.

She handed it to the small black cat.

Baiye sat on the ground, paws deftly prying at the bottle, then bit the lid and twisted it open. A refreshing and ethereal fragrance wafted out, instantly soothing everyone's spirits.

Is this it, Baiye?

Baiye licked its paw and replied, No, the spiritual spring aura I sensed that day was far superior to this. But this will still benefit the Tianyuan Fruit.

Ji Wushuang's suspicions were confirmed—Mo Lanyi possessed a higher-quality spiritual spring.

"Thank you, Sect Master."

"Haha, no need to thank me."

Just as Ji Wushuang was about to say more, a loud grumble erupted from her stomach, echoing in the hall.

Everyone: "???"

"Pfft, hahaha!" Zhan Fan couldn't hold back his laughter. "Our little Wushuang must be hungry!"

Jin Fuxi joined in with a chuckle. "Don't worry. I've already arranged for a spiritual feast."

Ji Wushuang, unbothered by embarrassment, smiled graciously. "Thank you, Steward Jin and Peak Master Zhan."

Zhan Fan waved a large hand. "Come on, let's eat!"

Yao Cang hadn't planned to join them, but somehow, he found himself following along to Hongfu Peak, only to be stunned by the lavish banquet before him.

Yao Cang: "…"

Were they truly part of the same sect? Why was his Sword Peak so destitute in comparison? Outrageous!

No matter—he resolved to eat his fill!

Ji Wushuang invited everyone to sit and enjoy the meal. The gathering was lively and cheerful, and after eating her fill, she slept soundly for an entire day and night.

When she awoke, two figures stood outside her window.

Rubbing her eyes, she opened the window, yawning. "Who's there?"

The two figures turned simultaneously, sunlight casting a golden glow over their contrastingly handsome faces. She had to admit, it was a pleasing sight.

"Junior sister."

"Junior sister."

The two bowed in unison—it was Lian Yuan and Lu Xingzhou.

Propping her chin with one hand, Ji Wushuang scrutinized them carefully. She noticed the faint dimming of their forehead's aura, especially Lian Yuan's.

There was no need to guess—they had undoubtedly interacted with Mo Lanyi again.

Ji Wushuang pondered for a moment, a question forming in her mind.

In Yunlan Sect, these two weren't the only ones with luck on their side. The peak masters and ancestors had even greater fortunes.

So why did Mo Lanyi target these two specifically?

Unless…

Unless she could only steal luck from them.

"Junior sister?"

"Junior sister?"

Their voices snapped Ji Wushuang out of her thoughts. She realized both young men were blushing.

Tilting her head, she asked, "What's wrong with you two?"

Lu Xingzhou lowered his gaze, coughing lightly. "Junior sister, perhaps you should freshen up first?"

Only then did Ji Wushuang notice she was still in her inner garments.

But she was only a twelve-year-old child—flat as a board. What was there to blush about?

"Oh, alright. Wait here for me."

Unbeknownst to her, her sleep-creased face, fluffy hair, and misty, doe-like eyes made her look like an exquisite porcelain doll. Her unabashed gaze only deepened the young men's discomfort.

After bathing and dressing, Ji Wushuang regained her usual cool and elegant demeanor, like a small, frosty jade sculpture.

She invited the two to sit and dine together. Though hesitant at first, they eventually complied.

Their masters had instructed them to obey Ji Wushuang's every word.

Although they didn't understand why their elders valued her so highly, they had no choice but to comply.

After the meal, Lian Yuan presented a storage pouch prepared by his peak master, carefully taking out its contents.

Lu Xingzhou did the same, retrieving items from his own pouch.

When they saw what they had brought out, both were stunned.

These were the sect's treasured manuscripts of formation and sword techniques—rare, handwritten copies!

Clearly, they had been specially printed on paper for Ji Wushuang's convenience, given her lack of spiritual energy.

Even a single one of these could incite a frenzy if leaked to the outside world.

And yet, they were all for Ji Wushuang?!

Meanwhile, Ji Wushuang showed no signs of surprise, casually flipping through the manuscripts. "Is this everything?"

The two exchanged a glance. "There's nothing else in the pouches."

"Alright, I see. Come back in the afternoon to pick them up."

"But…"

"But?"

"But our masters instructed us to stay by your side and assist you however we can."

"Oh?"

Ji Wushuang paused, then called over the small black cat and the little fire chicken, handing one to each of them.

"Here. Your task today is to play with them. Off you go."

The two: "???"