I Mistook My Feelings for My Junior Sister

Shen Muqing, senior disciple of Qingxu Sect, was born with the bones of a Daoist and had renounced all emotion and desire.

Everyone said his greatest achievement in life would surely be ascending to immortality.

That was before he found a little girl nearly frozen to death in the snow, took her in as his junior sister, and raised her as precious as a pearl.

He kept watch over her at night, brewed medicine for her, and broke every rule and precept for her sake.

His fellow disciples asked, “Senior Brother, do you like Junior Sister?”

Shen Muqing wiped his sword without looking up. “I’m just doing my duty.”

Later, someone gave his junior sister a jade pendant.

That night, Shen Muqing crushed the cup in his hand and chopped through seventeen training posts.

Looking at the wreckage filling the courtyard, their master sighed. “My disciple, your Daoist heart has crumbled.”

Shen Muqing’s eyes reddened, but he said nothing.

The girl he had raised, from the tips of her hair to her fingertips, was meant to be his.

No one else was even allowed to look at her for too long.

[Bonus Scene]

Later, Zhiyue was cornered by him against a wall. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Senior Brother, d-did a heart demon take hold of you?”

Shen Muqing lowered his head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Yes. So, Yaoyao, save your senior brother.”