Chapter 290: The Disparity in Combat Power of the Secret Sect

"Qingqing, give me your meal card to use!"

"Qingqing, I've finished my driving test, give me your little scooter to ride!"

"Qingqing, I brought you food back, the sour and spicy chicken and fish-fragrant shredded pork you wanted, here, I also brought you stir-fried shredded potatoes!"

"Qingqing, how about I be the older sister and you be the younger sister?"

"Qingqing, I set my fingerprint on your Mobile Phone, you are not allowed to delete it, do you hear me? Chat history? What chat history? That was something I accidentally saw while I was setting it up, you didn't put your phone away properly yourself!"

"Qingqing, hurry up and braid my hair!"

"……"

Zhang Suannai had been hearing conversations like this for the past few days.

Actually, most of the behavior couldn't really be called excessive; even when Qingqing wasn't in her "No Anger" state, if the little girl spoke to her normally, she could usually achieve her goal or avoid making Qingqing angry, but that was exactly where the problem lay—the little girl insisted on using a tough tone, as if giving orders, to create an illusion of "I am bullying my older sister" to deceive herself, who had been exploited for over a decade.

And she hadn't been beaten for the past few days.

In her heart, Zhang Suannai was actually secretly looking forward to the little girl getting a beating. Seeing the goddess she worshipped being bullied like this, she had gradually developed a sense of extreme imbalance and jealousy.

What right does Xiaoxiao have to be like this?

Why is it only Xiaoxiao who is like this?

Everyone is a roommate.

Oh, they are biological sisters, excuse me...

But gradually, Zhang Suannai discovered something else—

Over these past few days, the relationship between the two sisters actually seemed to have improved a bit?

Perhaps their relationship had been fine before, but due to their personalities, there was still a certain sense of distance in their actual interactions.

At least, the little girl wouldn't normally use her sister's meal card, nor would she ask her sister for money, and she certainly wouldn't take her sister's Mobile Phone. This unique cultivation of Qingqing's seemed to have given the little girl a reason to be close to her sister, making them appear more like ordinary sisters.

It seems this cultivation changed more than just Qingqing.

Zhang Suannai sat cross-legged on the living room floor, lost in thought.

So...

Xiaoxiao doing this can actually improve their relationship?

Thinking about it carefully, it wasn't without reason.

Isn't the improvement of most relationships just the mutual, measured intrusion into each other's personal space with the acceptance of both parties?

In that case...

Zhang Suannai pinched her chin, staring at the floor, her eyes unfocused, showing a look of wisdom.

Footsteps came from behind her.

She didn't need to turn around to know it was Xiaoxiao, along with a series of smaller, more subtle footsteps—it was Taozi following behind her.

She could even perceive and imagine their every move and change in expression—

Xiaoxiao walked from the hallway outside her bedroom, glancing at her as she passed, but there was no expression on her face, and her pace was completely unaffected as she continued through the area between the living room and the kitchen/dining room, heading toward the direction of her and Qingqing's bedroom.

Taozi, who was following her, stopped, stretched her neck to look at her, then trotted for a bit to catch up.

The person and the cat stopped at the bathroom door, from which the sound of water could be heard.

"Secretary Ning, are you doing laundry?

"How diligent!

"Help me wash mine too!"

Zhang Suannai couldn't help but turn her head; she couldn't sit still anymore.

Fine! I can't see from here!

Then I'll get up and go look!

Zhang Suannai paused her cultivation and got up, running to the side of the bathroom.

She saw Qingqing squatting on the ground with a laundry basin in front of her, containing a few items of clothing not suitable for the washing machine, and she was turning her head, looking expressionlessly at her younger sister who was standing at the door holding a pile of clothes.

The little girl wasn't afraid at all; seeing her sister didn't answer, she walked into the bathroom and threw the clothes directly into her sister's laundry basin.

Qingqing looked down, then continued to look at the little girl, saying indifferently:

"Anything else?"

"That's all."

"Anything else?"

"If you want to wash more, I have some clean ones over there, washing them an extra time is fine too."

"Any new tricks?"

"……"

The little girl fell silent and frowned—

This woman is actually so stubborn!

The little girl stopped talking to her and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Suannai felt conflicted.

Especially looking at the little girl's clothes in the basin... if Qingqing could wash her clothes for her once, even just one piece, she would probably be so happy she couldn't sleep all night, right?

"Sigh..."

Zhang Suannai sighed to herself and walked back to the living room, only to hear a squeaky-squeaky sound.

"?"

Zhang Suannai followed the sound and looked.

At the same time, Ning Qing also appeared at the bathroom door, her hands already wiped dry, her gaze calm as she looked over.

She saw the little girl walking around the living room out of boredom, holding a beige Jiaojiao Pig in her hand; there seemed to be a small whistle inside the Jiaojiao Pig, and every time it was squeezed, the air would blow the whistle, making a childish sound.

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Qingqing."

The little girl raised the Jiaojiao Pig in her hand: "Isn't this your beloved Jiaojiao Pig? Look!"

"Squeak, squeak."

Zhang Suannai couldn't help but look back.

Her roommate was leaning against the bathroom door frame with an indifferent expression.

As Zhang Suannai withdrew her gaze, the little girl had already arrived in front of her, clutching the Jiaojiao Pig, and asked her while handing it over: "Sister Suannai, here, you can squeeze it too!"

"?"

"It's really fun!"

As the little girl spoke, she squeezed the Jiaojiao Pig, making a squeak-squeak sound.

Zhang Suannai stared blankly at the Jiaojiao Pig.

"I... can I?"

"Of course you can."

The little girl's tone seemed to carry a kind of magic.

Zhang Suannai's eyes flickered, and she fell into hesitation.

Could she really squeeze it?

It seemed to be her roommate's beloved toy...

If her roommate wasn't angry, just a light squeeze, just one squeeze, could it be considered a way to bring them closer?

Just like her younger sister and her...

Then she would squeeze it once.

Just once.

Zhang Suannai reached out her hand and pinched the Jiaojiao Pig with two fingers.

With just a light force, it caved in.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, every hair on Zhang Suannai's body stood on end, her scalp went numb, and her Spiritual Sense was screaming in alarm.

In her shock, her hand became unsteady—

The Jiaojiao Pig fell.

In that instant, Zhang Suannai felt as if she had caught the scent of death.

The three people and one cat turned their heads instantly, several pairs of eyes staring simultaneously at the falling Jiaojiao Pig, and Taozi even reached out her claws, subconsciously wanting to catch it.

In the end, Zhang Suannai reacted the fastest and moved the fastest, striking instantly to catch it.

"Phew..."

Zhang Suannai let out a sigh of relief.

Her Spiritual Sense was still sounding the alarm, but the threat of death was gone.

The two people and one cat all turned their heads—

Qingqing was still leaning against the bathroom door frame, but a faint smile had appeared on her face, indifferent and calm. Yet even Taozi could see that beneath this calm, an extremely terrifying storm was brewing.

"Woof~"

Taozi walked a few steps to the side, distancing herself from them, then jumped onto the coffee table and sat down properly.

The little girl and Zhang Suannai looked at each other.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Me too..."

"It's over."

The little girl's expression went numb, and she prepared herself to be beaten.

Zhang Suannai hurriedly handed the Jiaojiao Pig back to her, her expression incredibly aggrieved, feeling like she was being wronged to death—at this point, whether she got beaten or not was secondary; what she feared was that not only had she failed to catch her roommate's period of No Anger, but she had instead run into her roommate's period of Chong Nu, and her idea of closing the distance might backfire.

She wasn't afraid of being beaten.

As a Sword Sect Disciple, she had thick skin and sturdy flesh.

Besides, a Secret Sect Practitioner who wasn't skilled in martial arts, even if she stood there and let her hit her, what could she do?

The thought had just arisen—

Zhang Suannai's scalp tightened again, like a cat sensing an approaching wind, making her want to jump up.

A suppressed, powerful Spirit Power about to erupt appeared in the room; she bit the bullet and turned to look, only to see her roommate walking toward them.

Downstairs, on the living room balcony.

A freshman girl who had just opened her Spirit Sea was holding a book, studying a First-Order Cultivation Spirit Method.

Her roommate had opened hers earlier and was acting as her teacher.

"By the way, Xiao Li, I seem to have heard somewhere that the Modern Cultivation Spirit Method was improved based on the Secret Sect Practitioner's methods. This is so strange; wasn't the sect that valued Spells and Spirit Power the most at the time the Spirit Sect? Why wasn't it improved upon the Spirit Sect's Spirit Method?"

"I've heard this theory too..."

"Why do you think that is?"

"If the Secret Sect really existed, and if this theory is true, it means the best Cultivation Spiritual Method in the world at that time was the Secret Sect's!"

"Why?"

"Who knows... forget it! Hurry up and study; the sooner you learn it and get your cultivation on the right track, that's the most important thing!"

"That's true."

The girl nodded, then said with some emotion: "You say others aren't much older than us, so how can they already perform Sword Flight on the highway, while I've only just opened my Spirit Sea? I probably won't reach that level of cultivation in this lifetime, right?"

"That is a Personal Disciple of the Sword Master; we certainly can't compare to them. Besides, Senior Sister Zhang Suannai is already a senior, while we are only freshmen. I heard that Senior Sister Zhang Suannai was the overall champion of the last Martial Body competition among several top universities; she's practically the best fighter of this generation, so there's no point in comparing yourself to her."

"I'm so envious!"

"Who isn't..."

"It seems Senior Sister Zhang Suannai lives right above us, so we can consider ourselves lucky to be near her immortal aura."

"That's right, she lives right above us. I even ran into her in the hallway two days ago. She's even better-looking in person than in videos. Damn, she's stunning."

"But I heard that Senior Sister Zhang Suannai..."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh, oh, I just meant..."

An Intermediate Cultivator has extremely sharp senses; being this close, if you speak ill of them, you will be heard.

The two wisely shut their mouths.

Just then, a muffled sound came from above.

"Bang!!"

"What was that sound?"

The two girls quickly turned their heads to look.

They saw a figure fly out from the balcony above; it was none other than the person they admired, the number one fighter of this generation, the most beautiful Sword Immortal on the highway, Senior Sister Zhang Suannai.

But...

Why wasn't Senior Sister Zhang Suannai using her Sword?

Why was she flying backward?

Why did she crash into the small hill opposite?

They only heard a voice drifting from far away in the air: "You... guys... were... talking... bad... about... me..."

"..."

The two looked at each other in dismay.