Chapter 259: Gifts [2]

The others exchanged peculiar looks.Because Yu Xuan had just pulled out... an old looking broom.

"Xuan’er..." Lingluo called softly. But her tone was anything but gentle.

Her eyes gleamed dangerously, her aura starting to ripple through the air.

"...What is this?" she asked, voice sweet yet dripping with imminent murder.

Yu Xuan froze for a heartbeat, his mind flashing back to the morning.

When he and Ming Tianmei had gone out to buy sweets, he’d made a quick stop at a familiar shop, [Odd Gadgets of Cultivators].

And that’s where he’d seen this broom.

Yu Xuan, realizing he’d completely forgotten to prepare a gift, bought it in a rush, convincing himself that a thoughtful intent mattered more than the gift itself.

Knowing the birthday but forgetting to buy gifts was an absurd but valid reason, according to him.

Now, facing his sister’s deathly aura, Yu Xuan cleared his throat and put on his most serious expression.

"Sister," he said in a grave tone, "this... is no ordinary broom. It’s a magic broom."

Lingluo narrowed her eyes.

"Oh? So it automatically cleans the house?"

"That’s also one of its functions," Yu Xuan said quickly, trying to sound profound.

"But its main function... is that it lets you fly!"

"Fly?" Lingluo repeated skeptically.

"Yes! Allow me to explain. So it’s like this..."

And then Yu Xuan began — launching into an elaborate, completely made-up tale about a cultivator with the Daoist name Hairless Otter, who once rode a similar broom to ascend through the heavens, sweeping away evil spirits and dust alike.

His voice grew impassioned; his gestures grand.

By the time he finished, everyone — Ming Tianmei, the shorty, even the Chaos Heaven Peak Master, was staring at the broom with slight wonder.

The Peak Master herself even muttered under her breath, "The story may be fake but..., perhaps I should replace my cane."

Finally, Yu Xuan, with extreme dignity, got down on one knee and held out the broom.

"Sister, may your path be clean and your flight steady!"

Lingluo’s expression softened slightly, though a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes.

She accepted the broom and infused it with Qi.

For a second, the broom shuddered like an old beast awakening after a thousand years... and then—

BOOM!

A shockwave rattled the entire room as Lingluo, riding the broom like a missile, crashed straight into the side wall.

Everyone blinked.

Then, from the debris, came Lingluo’s cheerful laugh.

"Hahaha! It actually flies!"

Her face was smudged, her hair messy, but her grin was radiant.

Yu Xuan sighed in relief.

Now, it was the shorty’s turn.

The short girl strutted forward with her usual confidence.

She had to tilt her head up to meet Lingluo’s eyes — though that didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she straightened Linguo’s hair, and then, presented three red envelopes that looked expensive.

"Here," she said casually, waving her hand like she was giving away candy.

"Each of these contains fifty million sect points."

For a heartbeat, the entire room went dead silent.

"WHAT?!" Lingluo shrieked, her disbelief quickly turning into joy.

"Thank you, Senior Sister!" She launched herself at the shorty, hugging her so tightly that the shorty strangled, but her cultivation was Mid stage, Soul Nurturing Realm.

Yu Xuan, meanwhile, looked like someone had just smashed his worldview with a brick.

"Fifty... million?" he muttered, dumbfounded.

The shorty raised a brow, crossing her arms smugly.

"What are you staring at? Money is a superpower."

Her words carried the conviction of someone who had long since transcended the Dao of Wealth.

Yu Xuan could only close his mouth quietly.

Even Ming Tianmei was also surprised and the Chaos Heaven Peak Master’s brow twitched — not from anger, but from mild disbelief.

This shorty was flaunting her wealth right in front of her.

Yu Xuan, on the other hand, had an absurd thought forming in his mind.

Could this shorty be... the female version of Fatty Fu?

Fatty Fu: The legendary rich side character who always helped the struggling poor protagonist.

He froze. Wait, then does that mean his sister’s the poor protagonist here?

He immediately rejected that blasphemous thought.

’Should I call her Shorty Su?’ Yu Xuan questioned himself, just as he was about to chuckle, he felt the intense stare of the Chaos Heaven Peak Master burning into his soul.

He straightened instantly, abandoning every last thought of giving anyone nicknames.

And then, with the calm authority, the Chaos Heaven Peak Master stepped forward.

"Hm... I was thinking," she began, her tone deceptively casual, "about giving you something more meaningful, a gift that will truly help you grow."

She paused for effect, deliberately.

The room fell silent.

Lingluo’s eyes widened with anticipation. Yu Xuan leaned forward slightly. Even the shorty nodded sagely, muttering, "As expected of a master."

The Peak Master smiled faintly.

"I’ve decided... your gift shall be personal closed-door training with me."

The silence shattered.

Lingluo’s smile froze.

"W-What? Master, please say you’re joking..."

"Not at all, my dear disciple," the Peak Master said smoothly.

"Turbulent times are coming ahead. And as my disciple and the future representative of Chaos Heaven Peak, you must be strong, wise, and disciplined. Unfortunately, you are still far too inexperienced... and naive."

Her tone was calm.

Lingluo’s mouth opened, closed, and opened again before she tried one last desperate move.

"Can’t Senior Sister handle that stuff instead?"

The Chaos Heaven Peak Master’s smile darkened. Nobody had the guts, to reject her so outright other than her Little Disciple.

The temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees.


The Chaos Heaven Peak Master’s eyes narrowed.

"No, my dear disciple. This is my first order to you as your master. After your training is complete, I will personally grant you the best gift I have."

Lingluo’s shoulders slumped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She could almost feel her birthday spirit crumbling into ashes.

Her voice trembled as she thought, ’This old woman just ruined my birthday...’

Yu Xuan tried very hard, very hard not to laugh.

[A/N: Where are the GIFTS?!!]