My Sister Took My Orc

My sister and I were choosing our mounts at the same time.

She quickly claimed the purebred, noble, and calm Taotie, leaving me with the wild Ling Snake, known for its mixed lineage and fierce temperament.

Unexpectedly, when the Taotie advanced, it turned on its master, leaving my sister disfigured and her cultivation ruined.

Meanwhile, the Ling Snake transformed into a true dragon, ascending to become a divine beast, and I basked in endless glory.

I went to visit my sister, only to find her driven mad, losing her mind and power in a catastrophic breakdown, which took me with it.

When I awoke, I was back at the moment of choosing the beasts. This time, my sister was the first to snatch the Ling Snake.

She sneered at me, "I'll leave the useless Taotie to you. Now you can taste the agony of disfigurement and incompetence."

I laughed. Wasn't it better to enjoy peaceful days finding inner peace and stability without risking life and limb?

Humming a tune, I took the Taotie home, burying my face in its soft belly.

Its coarse dragon tail wrapped around my leg, whispering, "Darling, you're mine."

When my sister eagerly chose the Ling Snake, I realized she had also been reborn.

Two luminous orbs were placed on a special circular device, one bright and one dim, representing the Taotie and the Ling Snake.

Mounts were strong but less intelligent, requiring human guidance. Humans needed to manage the spiritual sea, and in return, they used the mount's power to form alliances with powerful ancient beings for mutual benefit.

The purer the lineage, the broader the spiritual sea and the lesser the chance of losing control; the higher the talent, the stronger the power, and the higher the attainable realm.

In our past life, my sister had chosen the Taotie without hesitation, leaving the Ling Snake to me.

She had covered her mouth with a smile, looking at me smugly, "Sister, the Ling Snake has spent so much time with you; it must have developed feelings. I won't take away what you love. This Taotie? It's meant for me."

Now, she greedily held onto the Ling Snake while pretending to be magnanimous, "Sharing toys in kindergarten; this Taotie is better suited for you, sister."

"Yao'er!" My father exclaimed, disapproval written all over his face.

He had always favored my sister.

Despite my exceptional talent, having reached a significant level of spiritual cultivation akin to reaching a high rank in martial arts at a young age, making me the perfect candidate to bond with the high-tier Ling Snake, my sister wouldn't agree. She feared losing the only high-tier mount to me, insisting she must have one too.

My father indulged her, delaying me for three years.

It wasn't until he used the family's influence, pleading with the Taotie clan for their young master, a mount of top-notch lineage and talent, that my sister reluctantly allowed me to contract the mixed-blood Ling Snake.

The clan had long murmured about this, prompting my father to hold a beast selection ceremony to demonstrate fairness.

Now, my father couldn't fathom why my sister, always wanting to surpass me, would choose the fierce, mixed-blood Ling Snake, handing the apparent shortcut of the Taotie to me.

"While the Ling Snake is talented, its mixed lineage makes it prone to misunderstanding and difficult to tame. Yao'er, you should reconsider. The Taotie's pure lineage, gentle nature, and friendliness towards people make it more suitable for you!"

Every word was imbued with my father's deep and profound love for his daughter.

Unfortunately, he forgot that I was his daughter too.

My sister shook her head firmly, "I must have the Ling Snake."

She whispered a few words into my father's ear, making him sigh helplessly, looking lovingly at her, "Fine, I'll back you up."

My sister tugged playfully at our father's hand, while I stood indifferently on the side, feeling like a clown.

My father gave her a doting glance, then returned to his cold, authoritative demeanor as head of the family, "Qi'er, come forward. Your sister chose the Ling Snake for your benefit. With your talent and the Taotie, you should make some concessions. Give three-tenths of your share to your sister for her mount as compensation."

In my past life, when I got the Ling Snake, no one ever mentioned compensating me with three-tenths.

I looked up, meeting my sister's smug smile.

With our father's love, she could access his private treasury anytime. Why was she eyeing my three-tenths?

"Sorry, I'm not willing." I refused.

"When did you become so stingy?" My father interrupted impatiently, "Your sister made such a big concession, yet you're still so headstrong."

In my previous life, it was always like this—I always ended up with whatever was left.

She unhesitatingly took away the mythical beast, leaving me with the spirit serpent.

Father said, "You've been with the spirit serpent for a long time, and your sister has graciously let you have it. Aren't you going to thank her?"

In reality, the mythical beast had a pure lineage and a clear spiritual essence, making it resistant to psychological struggles.

On the other hand, the spirit serpent, though powerful, had a mixed bloodline, a stubborn and violent nature, and a penchant for bloodlust, prone to getting stuck in its own thoughts.

The mythical beast lived up to its potential, progressing in its cultivation as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter, soaring high as the child of the Gluttonous Emperor.

The spirit serpent, due to its unstable foundation, required me to painstakingly sort through its spiritual meridians, making little progress over several years.

Everyone awaited the mythical beast's ascension, anticipating the spirit serpent's downfall.

Yet, in Father's eyes, I was always indebted to my sister, as if any little thing she let slip through her fingers was a gift I should be eternally grateful for.

Clearly, I was here first.

But in the end, I became the thief.

Later, when the mythical beast ascended, it was besieged by psychological struggles and tragically fell, destroying my sister's appearance and spiritual essence in its madness, leaving her unable to form a bond with a steed again.

The spirit serpent, however, rose to prominence, evolving into its true form, a divine creature, becoming the only divine beast on the continent of Jiuzhou.

Father came to discuss with me, wanting me to give the divine beast to my sister to use its power to repair her spiritual platform.

I firmly refused, and somehow, my sister overheard and bore a grudge.

When I went to visit her, she took the opportunity to sacrifice herself, taking me with her.

The sky was ablaze, and the immense energy from the explosion scorched my body.

She charged at me, consumed by hatred and madness: "You wretch, how dare you live in glory! The divine beast should be mine! You only get what I leave behind."

As my consciousness faded, I saw Father rushing towards us in a panic.

Reborn, my sister immediately took the spirit serpent.

She leaned in close, her expression vicious yet triumphant: "You can go on nurturing that useless mythical beast. I'll be waiting for the day you end up disfigured and powerless."

To be reborn and still place everything on a steed—how foolish.

The spirit serpent's spiritual essence was chaotic and mottled. In my past life, I risked becoming a fool by sorting through its spiritual essence daily, yet still got my spiritual meridians scorched by its innate fire, making no progress in my cultivation.

Otherwise, her self-destructive spiritual power would never have breached my defenses.

I looked at the black spiritual embryo and sighed.

After all, it was a steed I had been with for over a decade, having weathered so many storms together.

Who knows what fate awaits him in my sister's hands.

But I smirked to myself; perhaps the spirit serpent would be happy.

He had long despised me, Alan, for holding back his progress.

Now, the mythical beast is my steed.

I carried it back to my room.

The spiritual embryo burst with dazzling white light before gradually fading.

A small mythical beast appeared on the bed.

Still in its juvenile form, it was only the length of an arm, with thick, dense white fur covering its body. Its slightly long, fluffy baby fur hadn't yet shed. Adorably cute.

A large, adorable mythical dandelion.

"Oww~" The mythical beast let out a soft cry, curiously spinning around to survey its surroundings, before fixing its gaze on my face.

It nimbly leaped beside me, tilting its head to look at me.

Its azure eyes were filled with my reflection.

"So, you are my companion? I am aware of your plight. As long as you stay with me, no one will ever bully you again!"

Davin, the proud little kitten, was simply too cute!

I hugged the mythical beast tightly, burying my face in its belly and nuzzling it repeatedly.

Its soft pink paws pressed against my face, trying to push me away but lacking the strength, unable to extend its claws, and could only struggle feebly.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The fluffy mythical beast's face showed a hint of shyness and alarm.

So obedient.

I contentedly buried my face in its little belly, taking a deep breath before finally releasing it.

The mythical beast lay limply on the bed like a beauty after a rough encounter.

After a while, it shook its fur and jumped onto the bedside cabinet, looking down at me.

Its tail flicked past my nose.

With its fur in disarray, it tried to straighten itself, speaking with a serious tone.

"Companion! I forbid you from doing that!"

The little kitten was so emotionally stable; if it were the spirit serpent, it would have bitten me by now.

Watching it try to raise its little head and act all serious, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The mythical beast brought its little head closer, scrutinizing me for a moment before nodding. "That's more like it!"

It spoke with an aged tone, "Always frowning is unattractive. Humans look better when they smile more. Let us handle everything."

It seemed like this was the first time anyone had said something like this to me.

I paused for a moment, then pulled it into my arms again.

It didn't seem like the type to succumb to psychological struggles—why did it fall back then?

Boom—

A loud explosion shook the earth.

The blast waves brought scorching heat.

Outside, the ground quaked, and the poorly built house shed dust.

It was noisy outside.

"My sister is fighting the spirit serpent!"

I glanced out the window; the spirit serpent's strange fire spread across the mountains, turning half the sky red.

A fight broke out?

Though the spirit serpent had a fiery temper, it wasn't unreasonable.

I wondered what Renee did to provoke such anger.

The mythical beast let out a howl, an icy blue barrier forming around it, dissipating the heat from the strange fire.

I stroked the mythical beast's soft, smooth fur. "Let's go, see what's happening."

And perhaps check on the spirit serpent too.

The mythical beast let out a howl and leapt onto my shoulder.

My sister knelt amidst the ruins and debris, her appearance utterly disheveled.

Her clothes were tattered from the force of the fire.

The spirit serpent had long vanished without a trace.

Amidst the ruins and debris, her face was filled with despair. She supported herself with her hands on the ground, muttering to herself, "Impossible, why? If she can, why can't I?"

I kindly reminded her, "The spirit serpent shouldn't be far. You can still catch up if you hurry."

She seemed to find an outlet for her anger, her eyes turning bloodshot, as if she wished to tear me apart. "How dare you come to laugh at me!"

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. "There's no way the spirit serpent would refuse my magical bond. You must have interfered!"

"You're insane, proposing a magical bond upon first meeting."

A spiritual companion isn't a subordinate, nor something she could manipulate at will.

Without a foundation of trust, how could it possibly open its mind to you?

"It's all your fault!" My sister grew more frenzied, lunging at me to strangle my neck.

I silently erected an icy barrier, watching her rush forward with cold detachment.

Being a whole level above her, if she touched my barrier, sharp ice spikes would pierce her, leaving her bleeding.

In the next moment, my sister was sent flying by a collision with the powerful beast's sturdy body.

Even as a young creature, its physical strength was remarkable.

Crack—

I distinctly heard the sound of her bones breaking, and she lay on the ground, coughing up blood continuously.

The powerful beast stood triumphantly on her stomach. "I can't stand vile creatures like you. Only I can bully my servant!"

"Dad!" Father hurried over, looking at my fallen sister with deep concern. Not daring to offend the powerful beast, he swung a slap at me.

"How could you let your spiritual companion attack your sister?"

I didn't have time to explain.

His slap hit my barrier with a thud, and it dissipated into smoke.

"Ah!" Dad cried out, his hand bleeding profusely, the chilling cold seeping into his veins.

"She started it, " I explained slowly, unsurprised by his biased judgment.

"Lies!" He was both anxious and angry. "Disrespectful to your sister, unfilial to your father. Is this how I raised you?"

Dad used his blood to draw a magic circle in the air. From its center, a majestic three-headed dog emerged, its body entwined with hellfire.

The three-headed dog was a grown beast, about the height of a person, elegant and noble, with each strand of fur ablaze with blue-purple flames, heating the air instantly.

"I'll say it again, show respect and apologize to your sister!"

The powerful beast hastily retreated, its small body shielding me from the towering three-headed dog, growling in defense. "Awoo, awoo!"

Looking at the small figure standing before me, I suddenly felt at peace.

In my previous life, I spent my entire life chasing my father's affection, unable to swallow the bitterness or understand why he could be so partial when we were both his children.

Now I understood that love and hate cannot be forced; it's all about fate. Affection needs no reason, nor does aversion.

There's no point in wasting effort on those who aren't worth it.

I just need to cherish the small kindness others show me.

The knot that had troubled me for a lifetime untangled, my state of mind gradually clearing, and my dormant abilities began to show signs of loosening.

The three-headed dog glanced at the small powerful beast in front of it, reluctant to make a move. It lazily yawned and lay down, resting its three heads on its paws, speaking in turn.

"The child is still young and playful."

"But we came all this way."

"Shouldn't we at least do something?"

"You go?"

"No, you should."

"I can't bring myself to hurt such a small child."

...

The three heads debated for a while.

The middle head reluctantly opened its mouth, emitting a token flame.

The small, weak blue flame crawled slowly and dissipated into smoke long before reaching the powerful beast.

The three-headed dog yawned, considering it a lesson given.

Dad's face darkened, yet he was powerless. The mounts were strong now, no longer under human command.

"Dad…" Renee curled up, groaning in pain.

Dad, as if awakened by a bell, immediately went to half-support Renee, feeding her a pill.

I stepped forward and picked up the powerful beast.

The powerful beast suddenly found itself airborne, panicking for a moment, its paws flailing in the air. "What are you doing! Let me go!"