Sect leader became another Mother

The next morning, Lady Yuexian prepared breakfast for the three of them. They ate happily together, laughter mixing with the warm aroma of steamed buns and roasted roots. Qingxue stole an extra sweet bun when no one was looking, and Xiao Hu claimed he needed "double buns" to grow taller. Lin Yuan simply smiled and cleaned up after them.

After breakfast, she began teaching them how to run properly. Then she went off to work, leaving the trio to practice on their own.

They ran and ran—down winding paths, over smooth courtyards, through grassy fields. But every time, Xiao Hu came in first, Qingxue second, and Lin Yuan last. Lin Yuan's strides were longer, but he lacked the wild energy Xiao Hu ran with or the grace of Qingxue.

When Qingxue flew instead of running, she easily claimed the top spot. Xiao Hu remained second. Lin Yuan, despite his effort, was always third. Qingxue teased him a little, but Xiao Hu would always pat his shoulder with a giggle, saying, "You're just better at serious stuff, brother."

At lunch, they ate with Lady Yuexian and rested afterward in the sun-drenched garden. Then came painting lessons in the afternoon. Lin Yuan, with some focus, began to enjoy it—though Qingxue always ended up drawing birds that looked like horses. Xiao Hu painted only suns and smiling clouds, every single day.

Later, they practiced jumping rope. Qingxue was confident she'd excel—but to everyone's surprise, she came in third. That stung her pride. From that day forward, she poured her energy into mastering the skill. Lady Yuexian taught them many types of jumping: solo, double-step, high-loop, cross-hand, speed-spin.

By the end of the week, Qingxue had climbed to first place in jump rope. She even challenged Xiao Hu to timed jumps and proudly kept track of her victories.

At night, Lady Yuexian taught them how to make flowers using colored cloth. Despite her detailed instruction, all three struggled. The folds wouldn't stay, petals looked like mushrooms, and the glue never stuck right. Lin Yuan's flowers were the least awful—but only barely.

Making designs on clothing proved even harder. None of them could stitch a straight line, and Lin Yuan pricked his fingers more than a hundred times. His sleeves bore the evidence—tiny blood dots scattered like stars.

Smashing pots, however, was a hit. They all enjoyed it. Their high soul power and sharp spiritual awareness made it easy—and fun. The pots burst with colorful lights when struck just right, and they cheered whenever Xiao Hu shattered two at once.

Qingxue especially enjoyed candy-picking from flour bowls. Her agility made it look effortless, snatching sweets with lightning precision and squealing with glee.

Over time, a pattern formed:

* **Qingxue** was often first.

* **Xiao Hu** came second.

* **Lin Yuan** was almost always third.

Despite training hard, Lin Yuan often found himself trailing behind his siblings. He woke up early, practiced longer, focused harder—yet he remained in last place.

He started to feel a quiet disappointment.

*How can Qingxue, who naps through half our lessons, still be better than me?* he thought. *Am I really working hard enough?*

But he didn't complain. He helped clean up after lessons, bandaged Xiao Hu's fingers and encouraged Qingxue with quiet nods. No one knew how tired he really was.

'I don't want to win,' he told himself. 'I just don't want to fall behind forever.'

Sect leader watch them and remember teaching her disciple 60 years ago. She remember her long journey fighting and fighting. She remember how disappointed she was with life. She remember the heard journey in cultivation. She remember she is also human. Human have happiness in little things. Her life is full of loneliness. If was married maybe she have the little kids like them. Working for them is pointless, Committing crimes is for them is pointless. She is like matching who gain emotion.