Senior Brother, Look at Your Dao Companion Quickly

The Yin-Yang Sect is one of the largest immortal cultivation factions in the world, home to countless peerless fairy maidens—a fact that has left many cultivators heartbroken and cursing in frustration.

Why would having an abundance of peerless fairy maidens invite such scorn?

It all stems from the Yin-Yang Sect's cultivation philosophy: Yin-Yang Harmony, mutual support in cultivation, and shared breakthroughs.

They believe that "solitary Yin cannot flourish, and lone Yang cannot thrive," hence they encourage disciples to seek cultivation partners.

Cultivating with a partner is, in itself, one of the myriad paths to immortality—nothing unusual about that.

But!

It’s rare to hear of any fairy maiden in the Yin-Yang Sect who has only one cultivation partner in her lifetime.

This, too, is a legitimate path in cultivation—pursuing one’s true self and aligning with the heart’s desires.

When a partner can no longer progress alongside them, or when they encounter a more suitable cultivator, it’s time to part ways and seek new partners.

It’s said that in the Yin-Yang Sect, fairy maidens change partners more frequently than they change clothes.

Imagine it—those usually aloof and noble fairy maidens, living each day in the Yin-Yang Sect to the fullest. How could this not leave people heartbroken?

Most importantly, the Yin-Yang Sect’s Great Dao of Yin and Yang has indeed produced many ascendants, prompting many fairy maidens with dwindling lifespans to join the sect in a final, desperate bid for immortality.

Otherwise, where do you think the sect gets so many peerless fairy maidens?

This only deepens the heartache. Picture those untouchable, sacredly revered fairy maidens in the eyes of the world, joining the Yin-Yang Sect and then... Well, the imagery!

Never mind—better not to think about it!

Not long ago, Lin Qingyao, renowned as the most beautiful Nascent Soul cultivator in Qingzhou, also joined the Yin-Yang Sect.

The wails of despair echoed far and wide, shattering the Dao hearts of countless cultivators.

She was a Nascent Soul powerhouse—a being capable of annihilating cities with a mere thought. And now, she was in the Yin-Yang Sect... No, no, too painful to imagine!

"Bullshit! It’s all fucking bullshit!" Inside the Yin-Yang Sect, Li Chuan seethed with resentment.

He had fallen for the rumors, dedicating all his treasures and pills to the sect in a last-ditch effort.

Yet, after nearly a year, he hadn’t secured a single cultivation partner.

He had approached many senior and junior sisters, only to receive brutally honest rejections:

"Junior Brother, let’s be realistic. A Qi Refinement third-layer cultivator like you has no business seeking dual cultivation with a fourth-layer senior sister like me."

"Senior Brother, though I’m only at Qi Refinement first-layer, I’m just 22. You’re 49 and still at third-layer! And look at you—skinny, withered, and wrinkled. If you hadn’t said you were 49, I’d have guessed 79!"

"Senior Brother, please stop appearing in front of me. Every time I see your face, my Dao heart wavers. If we were to dual cultivate, I’d lose all focus."

Li Chuan even considered lowering his standards, targeting junior sisters who hadn’t yet entered Qi Refinement.

"Senior Brother, it’s not that I’m unwilling, but the overseeing sister said your body is severely depleted, with little time left. Giving my first time to you would be a waste. She also said if you keep harassing us, you’ll be detained. Please leave..."

Even if fairy maidens changed partners more often than clothes, he was never in the running. The rejection was soul-crushing.

Was it just because he had overused forbidden techniques, leaving his body frail, his lifespan short, and his appearance aged? Did that warrant such discrimination?

Actually!!

Most people rarely changed clothes—wearing a single treasure robe for years was common, and some even wore theirs for millennia.

So while outsiders claimed Yin-Yang Sect fairy maidens changed partners more often than clothes, they failed to mention how infrequently they changed clothes...

"Ah, what an embarrassment to transmigrators!" Li Chuan sighed deeply.

Other transmigrators dominated their worlds, but here he was—barely immortal at 49, looking like an old man, even being called "grandpa" by new junior sisters. It nearly brought him to tears.

These days, life was tough even for transmigrators.

Leaning against a corridor pillar, Li Chuan spotted a pair of celestial lovers approaching.

The man was dashingly handsome—Li Chuan despised such types, so he only glanced briefly.

The woman, however, was Chu Mengyou, one of the ten most stunning fairy maidens in Qi Refinement, at the tenth layer.

Her face was exquisitely painted by the heavens, her eyes clear and bright, her skin flawless like jade, her figure slender and graceful, her waist so delicate it seemed to sway with the breeze.

Clad in a white gown as light as clouds, she carried an ethereal aura, as if untouched by mortal dust.

Li Chuan had once glimpsed her from afar, awestruck.

That night, he and his brothers had talked about her endlessly. Never had he imagined seeing her up close today.

Seeing her fingers interlaced with the man’s, their intimacy obvious, Li Chuan guessed the man’s identity—Zhao Bingqian, Chu Mengyou’s cultivation partner, a prominent outer sect figure also at Qi Refinement tenth layer.

Their entwined hands reminded Li Chuan of campus couples from his past life—pure, passionate love, enviable in its simplicity.

Chu Mengyou’s soft voice drifted into Li Chuan’s ears: "Foundation Establishment Pills are so expensive—5,000 spirit stones! I’m still short over 2,000. Who knows how long it’ll take to save up..."

Her delicate frown was enough to melt hearts.

Zhao Bingqian responded, "Don’t worry, Mengyou. I have 1,000 here. If I pawn a few things, I can cover the full 5,000 for you."

Chu Mengyou shook her head, smiling. "Senior Brother knows the sect forbids accepting undue favors—it creates karmic bonds that damage the Dao heart. Punishments range from reduced benefits to expulsion. Are you trying to ruin me?"

Zhao Bingqian hurriedly clarified, "How could I? If not a gift, then let me lend it to you."

A breeze lifted Chu Mengyou’s silken hair, enhancing her celestial charm. She murmured, "A loan is still a favor..."

The faint curve of her lips sent Li Chuan’s heart racing.

"Disrespectful fool." As they passed Li Chuan, Zhao Bingqian noticed his lingering gaze and scoffed.

He berated, "You fail to greet your seniors, and worse, leer at Sister Chu with lustful eyes. How did trash like you even enter our sect?"

In the Yin-Yang Sect, hierarchy was based on strength, not seniority. Thus, despite Li Chuan’s aged appearance, Zhao Bingqian claimed superiority as the stronger cultivator.

The sect prized purity of mind—free of lustful thoughts. Even if the sect leader or elders stood naked before them, disciples were to admire with reverence, not desire.

Thus, Zhao Bingqian’s accusation of "lustful eyes" was a severe insult within the Yin-Yang Sect.

Seeing Zhao Bingqian about to teach Li Chuan a lesson, Chu Mengyou spoke up: "Senior Brother, why bother lowering yourself to this junior's level? He clearly just joined the sect not long ago—his temperament still needs refinement. A few more years in the sect will temper him."

"And you, Senior Brother, have been here for quite some time. Why let such trivial matters upset you? Your own temperament could use some polishing too."

Just from Chu Mengyou's demeanor, the difference in their cultivation of temperament was evident.

Her tone was gentle, carrying the poise and grace befitting a senior disciple. Zhao Bingqian immediately flushed with shame. "You're right, Junior Sister. I stand corrected."

Li Chuan couldn't help but look at Chu Mengyou with gratitude. If Zhao Bingqian had actually struck him, he would've had no choice but to fight back desperately.

Not that his life wasn't worth fighting for—but risking it all just for glancing at someone else's Dao companion? That was hardly worth the cost.

Chu Mengyou gave him a faint smile before leaving with Zhao Bingqian.

Li Chuan's heart betrayed him again, pounding wildly in his chest. So beautiful.

Watching the two walk away, he couldn't help but sigh. "They say Chu Mengyou was a princess of a minor immortal kingdom before joining the sect, deeply cherished by her emperor father, her status incomparably noble. No wonder her bearing and grace outshine everyone else."

The "everyone else" he referred to were naturally the senior and junior sisters who had rejected him before, each one crushing his hopes—infuriating.

After they left, Li Chuan leaned against a pillar, zoning out again.

He hadn’t cultivated in a long time. What was the point? He was a dead man walking anyway.

Better to admire beauties. They said gazing at beauties could prolong life—maybe staring at a few more would buy him an extra day or two.

He had no idea how much time had passed when a melodious voice sounded right beside his ear: "Junior Brother, what are you thinking about so deeply?"

Li Chuan nearly jumped out of his skin.

Snapping back to reality, he saw Chu Mengyou standing before him—she had returned.

"Ch-Chu Senior Sister!"

Her breathtaking face was so close his heart nearly burst from his chest.

"Junior Brother seems so flustered to see me. Could it be you were just thinking about me?" Chu Mengyou's smile remained as enchanting as ever, like the white moonlight in everyone's heart—impossible to forget, impossible to resist.

"N-No, not at all!" Li Chuan waved his hands frantically.

"The more you deny it, the more it proves you were thinking of me. Come now, tell me—what exactly were you imagining?"

Under the weight of Chu Mengyou's clear, earnest gaze, cold sweat broke out on Li Chuan's back.

Innocence is the hardest to withstand.

How could he possibly admit he’d just been fantasizing about her?

"Really, Junior Brother, there’s no need to be nervous. With your temperament, I can guess exactly what kind of thoughts you were having—the usual affairs between men and women. Did you really think I wouldn’t know?"

Li Chuan didn’t dare respond. He had no idea why Chu Mengyou was spelling this out so bluntly.

They said the minds of royalty were the hardest to decipher. Chu Mengyou had once been a princess—now Li Chuan understood the unease that came with facing someone like her.

But what came next shattered all his expectations.

"Junior Brother, do you wish to form an immortal bond with me? It’s not entirely impossible." Chu Mengyou smiled sweetly, as if discussing the weather.

Li Chuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. His voice trembled with excitement. "S-Senior Sister… y-you mean it?!"

Those unfamiliar with cultivation might not know what an "immortal bond" meant.

Simply put, a long-term bond was called being Dao companions. A short-term one? That was forming an immortal bond.