Chapter 848 - 473: The Weight of the Senior (Double - Part 2)

Those people are not someone Wen Li can handle, yet Wen Li is still the acknowledged ’Senior Sister’. There’s something behind this...

Upon seeing the hesitation on Wen Li’s face, Zhu Pingniang somewhat understood.

For those old women who have given up on responsibilities, what could be more shameful than seeing a girl like Wen Li...

In addition to her cultivation, Wen Li considers Muyu Peak as her base, her sense of belonging to Muyu Peak is deeply rooted in her appreciation, so much so that those junior sisters are ’family’ in her mind.

By contrast, it’s unpleasant to say, those old women might still be reminiscing about the ’old Hehuan Sect’. They want the title of Senior Sister not for responsibility, but for face.

And a girl like Wen Li, with high talent, popularity, impeccable appearance, who even fulfills her duties conscientiously, is probably like the Great Sun on the mountain, making those reclusive old women feel scorched just by looking at her.

In this situation, how could those "rats" from Hehuan Sect have the face to compete with Wen Li for the title of Senior Sister.

"I see now..." Zhu Pingniang sneered softly, "In the past, they’d fight like mad dogs for the title of Senior Sister, but now they’re all behaving themselves."

Dark insects cannot bear the brightness of the sun, they are unfit for the stage, only suited to gathering in shadows to sip tea and listen to music, while just watching Wen Li from a corner.

Undoubtedly, Wen Li is the "Little Sun" of Muyu Peak, a girl adored from top to bottom.

Zhu Pingniang shook her head gently and glanced at the absent-minded Li Zhibai.

Ah Bai, that junior from the Profound Sword Bureau, really did have a pair of useless eyes... what does it matter if he’s the Sect Leader of the Profound Sword Bureau? He actually came here to Muyu Peak for marriage... and it’s to Wen Li.

Keep dreaming.

If you want to marry away the Little Sun of Muyu Peak, you’d better be prepared to face that group of ’dark and damp’ old women, otherwise, there’s no other choice but to hit a wall and bring trouble upon yourself.

Oh right.

Zhu Pingniang herself was also one of those ’dark and damp’ old women.

In today’s cultivation realm, after clinging to Li Zhibai’s thigh at Muyu Peak, whoever wanted to mess with this place... would really need to think twice.

"Hmm..." Zhu Pingniang blinked, revealing a mysterious smile.

Actually, as long as the Little Sun isn’t married off, some internal resolution... is no problem at all.

It’s strictly limited to internal resolution though.

And is Xu Chang’an, naturally considered one of her own?

Zhu Pingniang tilted her head, also feeling Xu Chang’an, as a ’sunny’ young man, could be considered a small light source among all the women at Muyu Peak.

A considerate, gentle, and devoted steward, who wouldn’t like that?

Only, after Yun Qian ascended the mountain, the originally gentle light source started to become glaring.

Therefore, in terms of popularity, it still leans towards Wen Li.

"Ah Li... has the mountain encountered any difficulties lately?" Zhu Pingniang asked.

"A few." Wen Li responded, her willow brows furrowed instinctively, with a smear of eroded black on her fair forehead, curling up pitifully.

"Are there really difficulties?" Zhu Pingniang was stunned, inquiring: "What happened?"

"It’s like this." Wen Li shook her head, saying, "Uncles and aunts, for various reasons, knocked down a secondary Dao Discussion Arena within the sect, and later, they initiated the idea of reopening Muyu Peak’s own Dao Discussion Arena..."

This two-headed spending spree has made the already not wealthy Muyu Peak leak like a sieve.

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

Took a sharp breath.

Hiss.

She remembered, it really was like this.

Those old women stuffed all sorts of things into the peripheral Dao Discussion Arena to test Chang’an’s skills, some even stuffed their own twenty-year-old phantoms in there... simply mindless, thinking those peripherals were Ah Bai’s Sea of Consciousness or Inner Realm?

Then the Dao Discussion Arena collapsed entirely.

At this point, just compensating for that Dao Platform bled Muyu Peak dry.

Moreover, restarting their internal Dao Discussion Space... who knows how many Spirit Stones it cost.

Now without looking at Wen Li’s expression, Zhu Pingniang could probably already imagine the impoverished and wailing state of Muyu Peak’s treasury...

Afraid they’ve squeezed everything out they could... no wonder a nearly Nine Patterns Elixir would freeze Wen Li’s eyes.

Zhu Pingniang suddenly panicked.

Angry and frustrated.

What were those old women doing?

When she wasn’t on the mountain, had the inside been hollowed out directly, knowing well they weren’t rich, just do less, look what they’ve driven Wen Li to.

"Do they only know how to spend the treasury money, and don’t take Spirit Stones from their own private stash?" Zhu Pingniang asked.

"What they should take, what they can take... the uncles and aunts have already done their best." Wen Li shook her head, seemingly not understanding why Zhu Pingniang was so angry. Wen Li thought for a moment and still said, "Uncle, a tense treasury is not a concern, building Muyu Peak’s own Dao Discussion Arena... is very necessary."

Having their own Dao Discussion Space greatly facilitates sparring, improvement, and simulating various battle environments, greatly benefiting the cultivation of Muyu Peak’s junior sisters, so even if things are tight, Wen Li considers it right.

Only now the junior sisters can hardly receive rewards for their missions... that’s somewhat troubling.

"..." Zhu Pingniang had nothing to say.

You can’t deny Wen’Er is a Senior Sister.

Hearing that those women had taken what they could, Zhu Pingniang also realized that each of those women were indeed paupers, or rather... the treasures they accumulated back then were left in Hehuan Sect.

Otherwise, do you really think splitting up is that easy?

Born in Hehuan Sect, even when leaving, you must leave enough value... Otherwise, did Hehuan Sect raise you for nothing?

"And them, weren’t they all the best at coaxing money from men?" Zhu Pingniang was still angry and frustrated, she stomped her foot: "Now when they’re needed, they might as well go out and seduce a few men, to cover the shortfall in the treasury!"

It’s not difficult, they can easily hook a few high-status suitors, like Sikong Lixu, and get what they want by acting coy.

Yes, Zhu Pingniang was not joking.

"..." Wen Li was dumbfounded, she froze for a while, looking at Zhu Pingniang, unsure of her intent.

Was Uncle joking...?

"Uh." Zhu Pingniang blushed immediately at Wen Li’s gaze.

Yes.

It’s no longer like in Hehuan Sect, those women have some dignity now.

"I... was joking." Zhu Pingniang lowered her head, thinking to herself and finding that Li Zhibai was still absent-minded.

No matter how much fuss she made, Li Zhibai seemed oblivious.

Did she say something that made Ah Bai so entranced?

Forget it, leave her be for now.

Zhu Pingniang shook her head and said to Wen Li, "I have some Spirit Stones here, I’ll sort them out and you can take them up the mountain."

Unlike those paupers, Zhu Pingniang was quite well-off.

"Thank you." Wen Li didn’t hesitate, instead she breathed a sigh of relief.

They’re family, after all, nothing to be modest about.

Zhu Pingniang calculated how many Spirit Stones to send, and at the same time said, "Ah Li, you should still take the Elixir when needed."

"Hmm?" Wen Li blinked, at this point the erosion on her face had reached her eyes, but she didn’t feel anything at all.

"Chang’an would be worried seeing this, that kid is most troublesome... Well, actually, I don’t know how to explain it, you can’t expect me to say that I did this to you, right."

Her phantom is also her.

Zhu Pingniang confessed candidly, "It’s my fault, I’ll give you another one later, take it up the mountain."

Since she spoke frankly, Wen Li didn’t refuse.

Not wanting her junior brother to worry, not adding trouble to her uncle, was far more convincing to Wen Li than preserving her own face.

Without much thought, Wen Li took the Elixir.

Almost immediately, the erosion on her body halted.

"Ah Bai... Ah Bai?" Zhu Pingniang noticed Li Zhibai was still dazed and sighed, "What are you thinking about?"

Li Zhibai: "..."

She was actually contemplating something.

Zhu Pingniang had reminded Li Zhibai that Wen Li should not meet Xu Chang’an looking like a torn rag.

Then, could she as the teacher, meet her student in this flamboyant red dress that accentuates her curves?

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