Two handsome young men suddenly moved into the cave residence?

Ji Wushuang and Lu Xingzhou stared at each other for a long moment.

In the span of a breath, Lu Xingzhou transformed into a child seemingly abandoned by his parents. After a brief silence, he looked at Ji Wushuang and said, "Since my master has gone into seclusion, I'll take my leave for now."

Ji Wushuang's lips twitched slightly, but she still stopped him. "Forget it. Since your master entrusted you to me, you might as well train with me for the time being. I'll teach you."

Lu Xingzhou: "???"

Wait...

Junior sister, are you kidding me?

Seeing the doubt in Lu Xingzhou's eyes, Ji Wushuang said calmly, "This is your master's order."

Lu Xingzhou understood immediately—his real task was probably to protect his junior sister.

That made sense. After all, Junior Sister's spirit beast had single-handedly defeated every other beast in the Foundation Establishment Garden. Caution was indeed warranted.

"Alright then, I'll be in your care, Junior Sister."

Ji Wushuang, pleased with Lu Xingzhou's tact, handed him the two small spirit beasts. With that, the two of them, along with the beasts, returned to the cave dwelling on Zhu Xing Peak.

Next to her own residence, Ji Wushuang designated a plot of land for Lu Xingzhou to stay and summoned Lian Xing to furnish it. This frightened Lu Xingzhou out of his wits.

This was the sect master!

And yet, Little Wushuang dared to order the sect master around?!

"No, no, no, there's no need for that... We sword cultivators can make do with anything."

Lian Xing wasted no words and directly tossed out a "spiritual mansion." In an instant, a three-story pavilion rose from the ground, resplendent and exuding an aura of immense spiritual energy.

"You'll stay here," Lian Xing declared.

He had thought it through—Little Wushuang lacked spiritual energy, so communication and other matters could indeed be inconvenient. Having a little attendant around would be just right.

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

The impoverished sword cultivator was utterly dazzled by the display of wealth, and this was only the beginning.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Lu Xingzhou was still meditating when he heard a commotion outside.

Assuming trouble had arrived, he hastily grabbed his sword and rushed out, only to find several prominent figures from Dao Yi Peak.

Why "several"?

Because not only was Dao Yi Peak's master, Chen Qingxian, present, but also the elder Huanglong Daoist, Mu Ziqi, and another elder Lu Xingzhou didn't recognize but assumed to be Jingxin Daoist, Guo Ziyu.

The three of them were laboring away, setting up what appeared to be a teleportation array in a corner of Zhu Xing Peak.

These top-tier formation masters completed the setup in less than half an hour before shouting, "Little Wushuang, it's done!"

Ji Wushuang finally emerged from her courtyard, her flowing white dress accentuating her delicate and exquisite features. Her slightly drowsy expression gave her an ethereal and dreamlike charm, as though she were a spirit born of pure energy.

"Thank you, esteemed elders," Ji Wushuang said politely with a faint smile.

"No need to thank us, no need at all," Chen Qingxian began, only to be shoved aside by Mu Ziqi, who eagerly stepped forward. "Do you need anything else? Just say the word!"

Ji Wushuang shook her head. This teleportation array, which connected her cave dwelling to the Tianyuan Fruit Tree, was already enough.

Flying back and forth every day would have been too much of a hassle. When Dao Yi Peak's people had asked what compensation she wanted for repairing their ancient texts, Ji Wushuang had requested the teleportation array.

"No, that's all. Thank you, elders."

Mu Ziqi seemed about to say more when his eyes landed on Lu Xingzhou, who was standing in the distance. He paused in surprise. "You... aren't you Yao Cang's disciple? What are you doing here?"

Lu Xingzhou stepped forward and bowed. "Reporting to the elder, my master instructed me to stay on Zhu Xing Peak to protect Junior Sister."

Mu Ziqi: "!!!"

In his mind, Mu Ziqi cursed Yao Cang a thousand times over.

Who said sword cultivators were straightforward and unrefined? Yao Cang, that old fox, was utterly shameless!

Sending his disciple to curry favor with Little Wushuang, all so she would repair his ancient texts for free?

Despicable!

No, this wouldn't do. He had to get in on this as well!

Mu Ziqi's eyes gleamed with cunning as he said, "Ah, one person alone can't possibly protect Little Wushuang. Coincidentally, my disciple has nothing to do right now. He can come along too."

Ji Wushuang smiled politely. "Thank you for your kind offer, elder, but—"

Before she could finish, Mu Ziqi interrupted, "No need to thank me. I'll send him over right away."

Without waiting for a response, he used a communication talisman to summon his disciple, Lian Yuan, shouting, "Get over to Little Wushuang's place immediately!"

Then he hung up, swift and decisive.

Ji Wushuang: "..."

Fine. If one sheep can graze, so can two.

When Lian Yuan arrived in a hurry and learned that he would be staying on Zhu Xing Peak from now on, he was dumbfounded. He was about to protest when he saw his master's wide, glaring eyes and promptly swallowed his words.

"Understood. Your disciple obeys."

Mu Ziqi cheerfully patted Lian Yuan on the shoulder. "Good, good. Take good care of Little Wushuang."

"Yes, Master."

Having achieved their goal, Mu Ziqi and the others exchanged a few more pleasantries with Ji Wushuang before reluctantly leaving after her repeated insistence.