"Don’t worry, Master. I’ll hahis right away," Manager Li said hastily, noddiedly.

  He’d been thhly frightened by the i with Madam earlier in the day and was also furious. After all, the servants in the vil were under his ma, and the presence of a traitor reflected a major failure on his part.

  As for the new young dy of the household, he held her i reverehis was someone who could crush ghosts and demons effortlessly—how Madam mao coax her into the family was beyond prehension.

  With her around, what ghosts or monsters would dare trouble the Gu family? Purely c death!

  The old manager couldn’t help but feel that the Gu family was now the safest p the world.

  "This matter is resolved. Everyone, go back to sleep," Gu Xuesong said, gng at the clo the wall.

  It was 3:30 a.m., and the peaceful night had been pletely ruined by that ghostly otion.

  Yawning slightly, Yao Yao noticed Gu Xuesong’s irritation and said, "Don’t worry. I’ve already broken the curse cast by that person. They should now be suffering from the backsh and won’t be able to harm anyone anymore."

  Iaphysical arts, many spells were cssified as dark practices because they carried severe backsh. If the spell failed, the caster might even die on the spot.

  At the very least, failing would result in signifit loss of cultivation—one of the reasons such practices were forbidden.

  Yet many people, tempted by the power of these spells, still chose to take the risk.

  "Hm. You’ve worked hard today. I’ll tell the kit to prepare something special tomorrow so you recu Xuesong said.

  "Mm-hmm!" Yao Yao nodded seriously, clearly in agreement.

  After all, the roast duck she was about to enjoy had been interrupted, and something delicious would definitely help heal her wounded heart.

  Seeing her so ear, Gu Xuesong couldn’t help but smile. This new "daughter" of his was surprisingly easy to please.

  The bad-forth between them was uedly harmonious. Watg from the side, Gu Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

  This was the first time he had ever seen his father coax a child. And, holy, it was so clumsy that only someone like his little sister would fall for it.

  Ba his room, Gu Yu, a natural night owl, had no iion of sleeping after the earlier events.

  After tossing and turning for a while, he suddenly jumped up and opened WeChat, sending photos he had just taken to a group chat called "The Seven Sons of the Gu Family."

  [Gu Xiao Qi: Spoiler alert! Our new little sister is super cool and fierce—she tore apart a ghost with her bare hands. A must-have addition for every family!]

  [Gu Xiao Qi: Photo.jpg]

  The group had seven members, as the name suggested, representing the seven brothers of the Gu family. Naturally, the group’s creator and admin was Gu Xiao Qi (Seventh Brother), while the remaining six were his elder brothers.

  Normally, no one would respond at this hour, but soon the group chat was buzzing with notifications.

  [Gu Lao Er: Seventh, are you crazy? Posting stuff like this in the middle of the night?]

  [Gu Lao Er: But wait, this is the new sister Dad mentioned? She’s so adorable! Mom really has an eye for people!]

  [Gu Lao Liu: Promoting ghosts and gods? You’re spreading feudal superstitions. Don’t think I’ll overlook this just because it’s family. If my performaats drop one day, this chat will be eviden court.]

  [Gu Xiao Qi: Sixth Brother, are you even human? You’d arrest your own brother?!]

  Staring at the s, Gu Yu felt his blood pressure spike. His iion had been to funt his proximity to the new little sister and make the others jealous.

  Instead, they were either scolding him or threatening to arrest him. Are these even my real brothers?

  [Gu Xiao Qi: Just wait! I ’t wait to see your jaws drop when you realize the truth.]

  He had withe supernatural firsthand and had pletely abandoned his materialist worldview.

  Now, seeing his brothers’ skeptical messages, he couldn’t help but smirk coldly. They reminded him of his own initial disbelief.

  Feeling disheartened by their reas, Gu Yu closed the chat and opened a game instead, intending to pass the time.

  Suddenly, a private message popped up o.

  [Sister Qin: Xiao Gu, why is your livestream time so low this month? The pany has rules—you o meet the quota. Starting tomorrow, you’ll o make up three hours a day.]

  [Light of Ultraman: What? Sister, it’s 4 a.m.! Do you really o squeeze me like this?!]

  The other side seemed surprised that he was still awake at this hour. The chat indicated that the user was typing.

  [Sister Qin: I didn’t say you o stream now.]

  [Sister Qin: sidering you just got back from training, I’ll allow you to livestream from home this time. But I’ll have someone monitor your stream—don’t you dare start rambling nonsense again.]

  Gu Yu’s face turned green. What nonsense rambling?

  Sure, he had gotten a little emotional during his st stream and analyzed how to spot toxic partners, but how was that "rambling nonsense"?!

  Feeling utterly defeated, Gu Yu tossed his phone aside and pulled the b over his head. Fine. I’ll just sleep. Enough torment for one night.

  Three hours ter, Gu Yu stumbled downstairs in a daze.

  He had hought insomnia would be the reason he’d lose sleep.

  The vil was quiet except for a few servants busying themselves.

  When they saw him, one of the servants politely asked if he’d like breakfast.

  "No need," Gu Yu waved them off. He had eaten too much the night before and didn’t have an appetite yet.

  "Alright then, sir. I’ll go prepare food for the Miss," the servant replied, turning to leave.

  "Little sister’s up so early?" Gu Yu sat up straighter at this, his curiosity piqued.

  "Where is she? I don’t see her."

  The servaated, her expression a bit odd. "The Miss… she’s in the back garden practig some martial arts forms."

  What now?

  Gu Yu, who could hardly keep his eyes open moments ago, was instantly wide awake. He almost thought his ears were pying tricks on him.

  A three-year-old practig martial arts at the crack of dawn?

  Was she from one of those metaphysical sects? Couldn’t they take it easy?

  "I o see this," he muttered, getting up and heading outside.

  Sure enough, he rose garden, Gu Yu saw his little sister dressed in the same tattered Daoist robe as yesterday, practig a series of deliberate and precise movements.

  Gu Yu couldn’t make sense of her teique but decided to approach her anyway. "Yao Yao, what are you practig so early in the m?"

  "It’s the Eight Pieces of Brocade!" Yao Yao turned her head when she heard him.

  Seeiired-lookih brother, she eagerly expined her practice. The Eight Pieces of Brocade was a health-preserving martial art that rexed the body and rejuvehe spirit. Her old Daoist master loved it, often saying it could prolong life, and he always brought her along to practice it.

  Having do daily, Yao Yao was long aced to practig a set every m. ing to the Gu family hadn’t ged that habit.

  "Does it really work? Could you teach me?" Gu Yu’s eyes lit up.

  He figured it’d be a good way to kill time since he couldn’t sleep, and it’d be a ce to bond with his sister.

  "Of course!" Yao Yao nodded enthusiastically.

  Practig alone was b anyway.

  "Wait a sed!" Gu Yu suddenly remembered something and ran back to the house.

  A short while ter, he returned with a tripod and his phone. Under Yao Yao’s curious gaze, he set up the equipment and fiddled with it until his livestream was running.

  "Alright, let’s begin!"

  Yes, Gu Yu inteo kill two birds with oone—spending time with his sister while making up his livestream hours.

  Didn’t Sister Qin ban him from rambling nonsense? Fine, he’d focus on learning martial arts during the stream. Perfectly safe.

  "Okay, let’s start!" Yao Yao, oblivious to his antics, had no idea what a livestream was. After all, she hadn’t eveV shows in the mountains.

  Gu Yu didn’t bother introdug himself to the stream. After all, who would be ohis early to watch?

  But Gu Yu, the Seventh Young Master of the Gu family, was in for a surprise: this particur livestream would be anything but quiet.

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