Chapter 80: The Big Treasure

Just as Qin Yangjun was racking his brains over the puzzle, a fragrant breeze swept by.

Mu Xianxian appeared in front of him.

“What are you thinking about?”

Her voice was light and gentle, unlike her usual authoritative tone.

Only when facing Qin Yangjun did she let down her guard and shed her reputation, becoming an ordinary older sister.

Qin Yangjun smiled.

“Nothing, just some trivial matters.”

But then, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, the fragrance drew near, and a soft warmth covered his face.

Mu Xianxian simply pulled him into her arms.

“Promise me, sister, don’t do anything dangerous like that again, okay?”

Qin Yangjun’s body went stiff. He never expected his sister to act like this. His mind went dizzy.

He could no longer think about dangerous things.

He could only respond instinctively.

“O… okay.”

But even after he said that, Mu Xianxian didn’t seem to want to let go. Qin Yangjun, being a high-quality otaku from the 21st century, couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to break free.

But Mu Xianxian only hugged him tighter.

“Don’t move. Back then, you used to clamor for your sister to hold you. Now that you’re grown up, you’re sick of her?”

At this moment, Mu Xianxian didn’t seem like the mighty overlord who shook the realm. She was more like an ordinary young girl.

“No… no…”

After a long while, Mu Xianxian finally let him go. Qin Yangjun felt his face was warmed from the embrace.

His cheeks began to flush.

Then Mu Xianxian waved her hand.

A flash of blood light appeared, and a blood-colored longsword materialized before Qin Yangjun.

As the sword appeared, it was accompanied by a faint dragon’s roar.

The hilt was shaped like a blood dragon, and the blade bore scales-like patterns.

“If I’m not mistaken, when you fought that demonic cultivator earlier, you used my sword intent. As expected, Bloody Cry must have shattered. Take this Blood Dragon’s Roar.”

“Sister… this… isn’t this too much?”

But as he said “too much,” his expression gave him away, he grinned.

This was an eighth-grade spiritual artifact. Though it didn’t contain his sister’s killing sword intent, it housed a Blood Flood Dragon soul. The flood dragon had been a Mahayana realm great demon in life. Even after being refined into an artifact, its strength was at the Void Refining level.

Blood Flood Dragons possessed a blood-fiend aura that could corrode an opponent’s body.

With this sword, he truly wouldn’t fear Void Refining cultivators anymore.

Qin Yangjun’s reaction amused Mu Xianxian. She had never noticed this cute side of her brother before.

“I forged this for you. I was worried you couldn’t control the blood flood dragon soul before, but now that you’ve broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and comprehended the Golden Crow martial image, subduing it should be no problem.”

“Of course, of course.”

As he spoke, Qin Yangjun took the Blood Dragon’s Roar. The moment it touched his hand, a roar sounded. The sword began to tremble, and blood energy seeped from the blade, as if something was struggling to break free.

But then a surge of scorching spiritual power flooded in. A golden sun appeared above Qin Yangjun’s head. The Blood Dragon’s Roar let out a mournful cry, and soon calmed down.

His cultivation art possessed an inherent intimidating force, not to mention the added boost of the Golden Crow martial image.

Subduing this blood flood dragon soul was easy.

Suddenly, Qin Yangjun thought of something and looked at his sister.

Mu Xianxian was staring at the Golden Crow martial image above his head.

More precisely, at the Golden Crow within the sun.

“It’s really beautiful,” she said softly.

Qin Yangjun hesitated, then tentatively asked: “Uh, sis, don’t you want to know how I got this Golden Crow martial image?”

Mu Xianxian withdrew her gaze, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness and reproach. She raised her hand as if to knock him, but then thought better of it. From her brother’s perspective, she shouldn’t know about this.

So she simply placed her hand on top of his head.

“When you feel like telling me, I’ll find out naturally.”

This time, Qin Yangjun was silent. Recalling the novel, his sister Mu Xianxian had always cherished him deeply, even giving her life for him.

Her tragic end had come from sticking her neck out for him.

In this lower realm, if he had to name people he could trust completely, it would be Ah Ling and this sister.

Since he was afraid of fame, if he explained everything to his sister, she would likely understand. She might even help him keep it secret.

So, after a moment’s thought, the Qin Yangjun who had planned to hide everything decided to spill it all.

As Qin Yangjun narrated, Mu Xianxian showed surprise, but it felt a bit fake, as if she already knew.

Still, he could tell she was genuinely happy.

“Sis, your surprised look is so forced.”

“No it’s not. I truly think my little Jun is amazing.”

After a brief silence, Qin Yangjun glanced around. He took a deep breath, as if gathering courage.

Without another word, he grabbed Mu Xianxian’s hand and pulled her into her own room.

Before entering, he looked left and right.

His actions made Mu Xianxian’s heart flutter.

‘Could Little Jun be planning to do something… bad?’

She asked softly, “Sis, can you extend your divine sense and see if anyone’s around?”

“What… do you want to do?”

Mu Xianxian showed an extremely girlish demeanor. Just thinking about what might happen next made her cheeks flush.

‘Little Jun… Little Jun isn’t going to try something on me, is he…’

‘No, we’re siblings.’

“I want to show my sister a treasure! A big, treasure!”

Qin Yangjun deliberately dragged out the word “big.”

“Big…”

Mu Xianxian had lived for years. Though she had no personal experience, she understood matters between men and women.

She wasn’t a child. So her heart raced even more. She had never been this flustered, not even facing powerful enemies. Yet now, she felt afraid.

She intended to sternly tell Qin Yangjun not to have those ideas about his sister, but what came out was: “I… I’m not ready. Maybe… next time.”

Qin Yangjun was a bit puzzled. What was there to prepare for something like this?

“Come on, sis, you’ve been through storms. What’s there to prepare?”

“But I… I…”

“Is… is there anyone nearby?”

“Little Jun… I…”

“….”

“No… no one.”

“Good. Sis, let me set up a barrier formation.”

As he busied himself setting up the formation, Mu Xianxian’s face grew even redder.

‘Could today be the day I give myself to him…’

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