Chapter 52: About My Sister Being a Sect Master

Chu Huaizhou froze.

Lying on Bai Li’s lap, he stared across the distance…

At Wanfa Immortal Sect’s master.

Draped in a purple gauze robe, she lounged lazily on a talisman crane.

Catching his gaze, she smirked—eyes half-lidded, right eyebrow arched, lips curling into a mocking “hook.”

A classic bratty expression.

Silent, she raised a hand to her mouth like a megaphone, shielding it from others, and mouthed four exaggerated words.

Chu Huaizhou saw them clearly—
Words far too familiar:

“Trash~ Big~ Bro~”

What the—!

Her mature face warped and overlapped with the youthful one in his memory.

Anger flared; teeth clenched—he’d bet anything that was his sister, Xu Mengdie!

No way!

It made sense for him, with a system, to reach the Tribulation stage.
But his sister… as Wanfa’s sect master?!

Memories surged.

He and Xu Mengdie had met in an orphanage, relying solely on each other since childhood.
From elementary to high school, they’d miraculously always been in the same class.

Not blood siblings, but closer than most—practically childhood sweethearts in spirit.

She’d followed him everywhere, calling:

“Brother! Brooother~”

Her voice warm with affection.

Influenced by him, she’d fallen in love with games and online surfing, developing a cheeky, playful streak that often turned into a brat’s smirk.
Chu Huaizhou had been… helpless against it.

She had crossed into this world shortly after him, already a Wanfa disciple when they met again.

It clicked now.

No wonder Bai Li had found a Wanfa yellow talisman en route and dodged explaining—just saying:

“Use it.”

That was the connection.

Though, as things played out, he didn’t end up needing it at all.

“Bai Li,” he murmured, “what’s my sister’s cultivation?”

Bai Li blinked in surprise.

“Meow?! Human, you got your memory back?!”

Chu Huaizhou shook his head.

“No… but I’d never forget my sister, even with amnesia.”

Bai Li tilted her head, ears twitching.

“Oh, right… Xu Mengdie… I think she’s peak late Great Vehicle, meow~”

Chu Huaizhou: ??? No way!

His sister, cheating?

That cultivation was outright monstrous—matching the late-stage big bosses in the game.

Though, to be fair, his own peak late Tribulation, half-step Ascension was much scarier.

Suppressing the urge to confront her right there, he noted her public demeanor suggested they were strangers.

Otherwise… with Heavenly Origin Sword Sect allied to Tianyan Sect, adding Wanfa—
First, second, and third in power—
The balance would shatter.
Other sects would surrender as vassals outright.

He rolled his eyes and scanned the others.

The bald monk—likely the game’s holy monk, though he had no memory of actually meeting him.

The flashy man on the purple-gold hou—Xia Wujie—he vaguely recalled seeing once at the opening of the Sacred China Secret Realm for disciples.

Then the armored middle-aged man—Lu Ming of Pocang Xuanwu Sect.

Lu Ming had once left a good impression.

Back then, at the Sacred China Secret Realm, one of his disciples had harassed Chu Huaizhou’s three disciples for their looks.

Chu Huaizhou… disciplined him.

The matter escalated to the sect masters.
Chu Huaizhou had been prepared to take all blame, even forgo entering the realm himself if it meant his disciples could.

Lu Ming, unexpectedly, had admired him, laughing:

“No need to explain! Our fault for poor discipline.
You’re Chu Huaizhou, right? A true young talent!”

Back then, he’d played the humble junior.
Now, he’d become someone Lu Ming looked up to.

Remembering this, Chu Huaizhou gave Lu Ming a polite nod.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming froze—face darkening briefly before rare embarrassment crossed his features.

Finally, Chu Huaizhou’s eyes landed on the gentle, jade-like Song Yiwan.

He knew little of her, except that in the game’s later stages she became Lu Ming’s dao partner, allying their sects.

His influence here might have sped that up—
But oddly, they seemed cool despite standing close.

Scanning the rest, more memories flooded back.

That Sacred China Secret Realm had been tame by his standards—he’d known the plot and seized treasures, stealing the spotlight.

Wait…

A realization chilled him.

Per the game’s timeline, the “Sword Knocks Heavenly Origin” recruitment had ended months ago.

Which meant—
The century-cycle Sacred China Secret Realm was close to opening!

All Nascent Soul and below cultivators could enter to vie for treasures and resources.

As sect master, he didn’t need to participate—but he had to attend.

Tch.

A headache loomed.

With his cultivation and memory still unstable, any slip could reignite the suspicions he’d barely calmed today.

No use worrying now.

Maybe, once back at the sect, Emperor Xiaoyao could diagnose this amnesia… and fix it.

Facing these once-unreachable figures and pulling off this stunt today… it was almost exhilarating.

But his current position…?

Awkward.

Turning his head—

Half the sky was blocked.

By Bai Li’s pomegranate-red palace skirt… and the massive assets it supported.

What a big cloud—er, sky.

He was lying on her bare, warm thighs, enjoying a knee pillow like he’d never before.
Her nine fluffy tails draped over him like a blanket, soft and cozy, the air filled with a sweet fragrance.

No matter how often he saw it, Bai Li’s figure was over the top.

How did her speech and antics contrast so wildly with this kind of charm?

If he weren’t so weak, his mind might have wandered to dangerous places.

Still restless, he reached over and—

Poked her waist.