Chapter 1: Junior Sister Nurturing Plan!
Zhou Xing Tian Yu, Immortal Calendar Year 2095.
The martial stage of the Hundred Lotus Sect was engulfed in a heavy snowstorm, a time of biting winter.
A four-year-old boy led a three-year-old girl, their small fists and feet flailing in the snow.
“Spread your legs, straighten your arms! Follow my command, a right hook!”
The boy’s face was flushed, but the girl’s lips were turning blue from the cold.
This was because the boy was wrapped up like a bear, while the girl wore only a thin, coarse cotton garment.
“Senior Brother, I’m so cold, cold, cold…”
The boy, with a serious demeanor like a miniature adult, crossed his arms and declared, “You’ll endure the cold! You won’t freeze to death. This frigid spiritual energy is immensely beneficial for you.”
At this moment, a maidservant accompanying them could no longer bear to watch. She sidled up to the boy and whispered, defending the girl, “Young Master, please stop bullying Junior Sister Pei. She’s so pitiful; her nose is even freezing!”
The boy glanced at the maidservant with disdain.
He stated righteously, “Who’s bullying her? This is cultivation.”
“But cultivation doesn’t involve freezing in the snow!”
“You wouldn’t understand!”
“…”
The maidservant looked sympathetically at the girl shivering in the wind and snow. Although she wanted to plead further, the boy was stubborn. No one could Influence him except the Sect Master and Madam.
So, she retreated to the side, planning to report the incident to the Sect Master later and have him discipline the boy. She also intended to send some charcoal to the girl.
The boy’s name was Ye Anping, the only son of the Hundred Lotus Sect Master.
The Hundred Lotus Sect was merely a small sect within Zhou Xing Tian Yu.
However, as the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect, Ye Anping could be considered born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
At least within the sect, he was a domineering little emperor.
But…
In the maidservant’s memory, the Young Master was quite adorable before the age of three.
He would act cute, act spoiled, and loved candied hawthorn. He’d often have a snotty nose, which was rather endearing.
But somehow, ever since this girl named Pei Lianxue was brought back by the Sect Master, the Young Master had changed completely.
He stopped eating candied hawthorn and acting cute.
Day and night, regardless of the weather, he would bully Junior Sister Pei.
When Junior Sister Pei tried to escape, the Young Master would even pull at her skirt to drag her back.
When asked why he did this, the Young Master would always reply, “This is for Junior Sister Pei’s own good.”
The Sect Master was usually busy with sect affairs and didn’t have time to interfere, and they, the maids, couldn’t stop him.
“Sigh—” The maidservant sighed with pity.
Hearing her sigh, Ye Anping simply shook his head. He felt a sense of injustice, knowing that in the maid’s eyes, he had become a dissolute young master who bullied others.
He didn’t blame them for thinking so.
After all, only he knew the truth.
These seemingly cruel methods could actually greatly complement Pei Lianxue’s physique and spiritual root.
Ten years later, Pei Lianxue and the Hundred Lotus Sect would face a catastrophe.
A demonic cultivator named “Wu You,” severely injured, would arrive at the Hundred Lotus Sect seeking living beings to heal with his blood.
Under his blade, over a thousand disciples of the Hundred Lotus Sect would perish, blood flowing from the mountain peak to its base.
Pei Lianxue would be the sole survivor.
However, she would later be bound and fettered by Wu You, refined into a dual cauldron, and finally, in despair, turn into blood, flowing into the demonic sect’s blood pool, suffering eternal torment.
You ask how he knew?
Because this world was exactly the same as the fantasy game he had played before.
In other words, this world was the game world of “Heaven Sword Wonder Tale.”
Ye Anping was a transmigrator who had entered this game world.
However, he hadn’t transmigrated into the protagonist or the villain, nor into the “amnesiac immortal” played by players.
He had transmigrated into a cannon fodder character who would die shortly after the game’s beginning.
The original game only had a brief description.
“…On that day, the Hundred Lotus Sect was drenched in blood. Under Wu You’s bloodied blade, the Sect Master’s head fell, and his fifteen-year-old son became a feast for mountain beasts…”
He was that “fifteen-year-old son.”
He had transmigrated into the young master of a major sect. Surely his aptitude would be good?
Indeed, his aptitude was considered decent in the cultivation world.
He had a Water-Wood Dual Spiritual Root.
But even the protagonist only barely survived Wu You due to plot armor.
For someone like him, without protagonist halo, the distance between him and Wu You was a chasm.
Therefore, Ye Anping pinned his hopes on the three-year-old Pei Lianxue.
In the early game, Pei Lianxue was an ordinary disciple of the Hundred Lotus Sect with a mediocre Three Spirit Root.
However, she actually possessed the extremely rare Single Water Extreme Spiritual Root.
Because the Single Water Extreme Spiritual Root was so rare, she was mistaken for an ordinary girl with a Three Spirit Root.
When Wu You massacred the sect, he recognized her talent, which is why he turned her into his dual cauldron.
In other words, Pei Lianxue was actually a hidden peerless genius.
Thus, Ye Anping decided.
Before that scoundrel named Wu You arrived, he would train Pei Lianxue to become that scoundrel’s father.
Looking at Pei Lianxue’s bluish lips, Ye Anping frowned. He then walked forward and gently took her wrist.
“Junior Sister.”
Pei Lianxue, thinking today’s fist practice was over, her eyes lit up. She looked at him with joy, her teeth chattering as she asked, “Se-Se-Senior Brother, ca-ca-can we go back now?”
Alas, this poor child was so frozen she was even stuttering… The maidservant beside them sighed again.
However, the next moment, Ye Anping uttered words that left the maidservant dumbfounded.
—”Yes! We’ll start bone forging from now on.”
Pei Lianxue, not understanding what Ye Anping meant by “bone forging,” tilted her head.
“Huh?”
The next moment, she saw Ye Anping hold his breath and pull her right arm with all his might.
*Crack—*
With a crisp sound.
Her right elbow joint was dislocated.
“…”
Her body was almost frozen, so Pei Lianxue didn’t feel any pain.
But as she saw her right arm twisted in a strange direction, her pupils uncontrollably shrunk into small dots. Her mouth slowly opened, she took a deep breath, and then—
“Aaaah—!!!”
Ye Anping raised his hand and said, “Don’t worry, there are still thirty-five more bones to dislocate.”
“Wuuuuahhhhh!!!”
Pei Lianxue wanted to escape, but her legs were frozen stiff and completely immobile. She could only watch helplessly as the snotty boy dislocated her bones one by one and then reset them.
The accompanying maidservant was so terrified that she immediately ran to inform the Hundred Lotus Sect Master.
As Ye Anping expected, he was spanked severely by his father upon returning home.
However, he showed no remorse and even intensified his methods later.
He had broken her kneecaps fifty times.
He had thrown her into an ice lake for three days and nights.
He had thrown her off a hundred-meter-high cliff.
He had made her stay in a beast den for seven days…
…
The maple leaves at the Hundred Lotus Sect turned red, then green, and green again until they were red.
Winter gave way to spring, and spring to autumn.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue had grown from children to a young lady in her bloom and a young man ready for adulthood.
In Ye Anping’s bedroom, the bronze mirror on the dressing table reflected a handsome face with striking eyes.
His eyes were deep and dark, sparkling with an alluring brilliance.
His skin was smooth and fair, with a stern, chiseled profile.
Looking at his reflection, Ye Anping couldn’t help but exclaim, “Is there such a man with the countenance of a phoenix and a dragon in this world?”
The maidservant beside him, who was styling his hair, glanced over and sighed, “Young Master, you are already fifteen years old. I believe you should have some self-awareness.”
“Xiao Die, don’t you think the person in the mirror is very handsome?”
“Young Master, you are handsome, but I’ve heard you say this every morning for ten years. My ears are nearly calloused.”
Ye Anping smiled and said, “Haven’t you heard? If you keep telling someone they’re handsome, they’ll genuinely become handsome.”
“Is there such a saying?” Xiao Die tilted her head in confusion.
“Look how beautiful Junior Sister is now. Isn’t it because I praise her beauty every day?”
“…”
Six dots floated above Xiao Die’s head, and she sighed.
“Young Master, do you think it’s possible that Junior Sister Pei was already beautiful from the start?”
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Ye Anping waved his hand, immediately negating it. “She wasn’t even a supporting character originally. If I hadn’t praised her every day, how could she be more beautiful than the protagonist now?”
“Young Master, you’re starting again. Protagonist, supporting character—you’ve read too many novels. The Sect Master will spank you again.”
“You don’t understand. In about a month or two, Pei Lianxue will kill the Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect and save our Hundred Lotus Sect from disaster.”
“You’ve been telling this story for ten years,” Xiao Die pouted, tying up his hair. “The Gu Poison Sect is in the Eastern Domain, tens of thousands of miles away from us.”
Ye Anping shook his head, no longer bothering to explain. He then stood up.
“Please get me more healing medicinal pills. I’m going to spar with Junior Sister today.”
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