Chapter 57: The little sister is just for scaring

Late night.

"Chuyang big brother, are you done?"

Shang Hongxue asked cutely, she had been soaking in the pot for a long time; this time was the longest, previously she had never soaked that long, her little eyes were getting sleepy, she couldn't help it, she wanted to sleep—though her cultivation wasn't high, she still needed to eat, drink, defecate, urinate; relying on the medicinal soak could ease hunger but not fatigue.

She, who had been yawning repeatedly, could no longer hold back; she spoke up, saying she wanted to sleep. Beside her, Chen Churan was the same, exhausted to the point of not wanting anything; her cultivation was higher than Shang Hongxue's, so she could naturally last a bit longer—she who was gathering true qi could stay up two or three days without problem.

Even if it grew longer, it wouldn't help; after soaking in the medicinal liquid, she felt very sleepy—this feeling wasn't hers alone; Shang Hongxue felt it too, and Shang Hongxue's eyes could barely stay open.

"Second brother, is it enough?"

Chen Chuyang shook his head: "Not yet finished; if you're sleepy, just go to sleep—just don't let your head sink."

The two girls exchanged a glance; after receiving Chen Chuyang's permission, Shang Hongxue immediately flopped down and fell asleep, truly drifting off in a second, even snoring; Chen Churan watched this scene, astonished for a long time.

This woman is too relaxed, with no guard at all; whatever the second brother says goes, she completely trusts the second brother, she also feels at ease—but for some reason, after seeing Shang Hongxue fall asleep, she instead couldn't sleep.

Watching the second brother constantly controlling the fire, the firelight reflected a red glow on his face; Chen Churan lowered her voice and asked: "Second brother, what's going on between you and Shang Hongxue?"

Chen Chuyang raised his head, glanced at his sister, and said: "There's no relationship at all; don't guess randomly."

"Really?" Chen Churan pointed at the hairpin on Shang Hongxue's hair and said: "This hairpin doesn't look like an ordinary weapon; second brother, this is the one you gave Shang Hongxue, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

Chen Churan laughed, just knowing it was so; indeed, it was the second brother who gave it.

On Shang Hongxue, this hairpin was the most eye-catching; she liked it at first sight—it was truly beautiful, like flowing water.

That kind of luster, that kind of craftsmanship, couldn't be found in Longshe Cheng.

Even Shang Hongxue's family probably couldn't buy it; still, it's a fine weapon, and she could feel the spiritual energy fluctuations on it.

It's very faint, but still detectable at close range.

"Intuition."

"Huh?"

Women's intuition is very accurate, but also very troublesome.

Chen Chuyang didn't answer that question, merely glanced at his sister, warning her not to talk nonsense.

How could Chen Churan let this opportunity pass? Shang Hongxue has one, why doesn't her own biological sister have one?

"Second brother, won't you give me a weapon?"

Those eyes full of expectation and longing; if you hadn't noticed, it would've been fine, but since I've noticed, if you don't give me an item, I'll surely speak up—then Mother and Father will know, and it won't be my fault.

And if others in the Chen family also found out, you wouldn't want that, would you, second brother?

"No materials, can't craft?"

Upon hearing that, Chen Churan's eyes lit up.

"Second brother, you mean you can craft a magical artifact?"

In her mind, that hairpin is likely a magical artifact.

Even if it's the lowest-grade magical artifact, it's still a magical artifact.

She needs it; as a Spirit Sword Sect disciple, the only magical artifact she has is that sword.

And Shang Hongxue actually… also has one, and it was crafted by the second brother; at this point, she becomes very interested in her second brother who has always stayed on Longshe Mountain.

"I won't."

"Second brother, you've just exposed yourself; don't think you can deceive me."

Chen Churan said: "I don't care; you have to craft me a weapon—I have some materials on hand, I'll give them all to you."

She happens to have a batch of materials, collected over the years, precisely so she could later craft her own sword.

Spirit Sword Sect disciples all have their own swords, and they all need to gather materials and have someone forge them.

The sword is their arm, and it is everything to them.

A good sword can enhance their strength.

I've gathered some, extorted some from my master, and my parents gave some—doesn't that add up to enough?

Over these years, Chen Churan hasn't been idle; the materials she's gathered in the Spirit Sword Sect are all rare, far superior to those in Longshe Cheng; having someone craft a weapon would cost too much—not just many spirit stones, but also incurring debts of favor.

Chen Churan has never managed to gather enough spirit stones to have someone craft a weapon; if the second brother can craft, it would be perfect—she could entrust her sword to him for crafting.

"I want to craft a sword."

Then Chen Churan explained what kind of sword she wanted—its specific style; she had thought about this.

"It's roughly like this, second brother—can you craft it?"

Who knew Chen Chuyang would raise his head and coldly say: "I don't think I ever agreed to help you craft it."

Chen Churan widened her eyes, looking at her second brother in disbelief.

She was so angry she couldn't speak, raising her right hand to point at her second brother.

That gaze seemed to say: "Second brother, you favor lust over your sister."

I am your biological sister, born of the same mother.

"Second brother, you can't treat me like this."

"Why?"

"I am your sister."

"And then?"

Chen Chuyang's words left Chen Churan speechless; having said all that, what else could she say?

Truly, there's nothing to say.

"Second brother, if you don't craft me a weapon, I'll ask Shang Hongxue for one."

Chen Churan really has no other choice; she can only do this.

Chen Chuyang looked at her as if she were an idiot; the weapon has already recognized its master, taking it would be useless unless Shang Hongxue died.

Is that possible?

"Second brother, please, okay? I'll treat you well in the future." Chen Churan, in order to be able to forge a sword, gave up her dignity.

"Like this, from now on, whatever seeds and materials you need, I'll get them for you."

"There's plenty of this stuff in the Spirit Sword Sect; every time I come back, I'll bring you a batch. Will that work?"

Compromised.

There's no way; who let this person be her brother? Shang Hongxue might also be her future sister-in-law. If they really fought, don't say the second brother wouldn't let her off; by then, her parents wouldn't either. Although she's never experienced her parents teaming up, her parents still know a bit of martial arts; even if Chen Churan joined the Spirit Sword Sect, she's still no match for her parents.

Besides, they're family; you can't lay a hand on them.

"That's about right; if you dare mess around, watch me hang you up and barbecue you."

"..."

Chen Churan shuddered.

"Strip him naked, then roast."

Holy shit, even more vicious.

Chen Churan looked at her older brother's eyes; it didn't seem like a joke.

She fell silent.

"Second brother, I'm your younger sister; you can't treat me like this."

"It's fine; your second brother's barbecue skills are decent—he won't roast you to death."

At that moment, her second brother in her eyes was no longer a second brother but a demon.

Chen Churan didn't dare to speak.

"Of course, your second brother isn't willing to do that to you, my good younger sister; as long as you pay, anything can be negotiated."

"Then, are you willing to pay?"

Chen Churan nodded dumbly; money, she would definitely give.

She didn't want to offend this older brother—he's too scary.