Chapter 523: Junior Sister, Puffed Up with Anger
One month later.
Eastern Domain, west bank of the Blood River, Dry Cold Valley—
Above the silent mountain valley, a blood moon hung high. A breeze swept through the valley’s vegetation, causing the grass leaves to rustle.
Perched above the mountain peak was an evil palace, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with blind flags made of human skin adorning its surroundings.
This palace was named the “Upper Demonic Palace” and was where the Xuan Ming Sect held banquets and discussed major sect affairs. Numerous restrictions were set up around it, making it a vital center of the sect.
The Xuan Ming Sect was not a Great Sect, but it was certainly not small either.
The Sect Master, Zhou Minghe, was a late Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator. The sect also had nearly twenty elders at the Nascent Soul stage and seven thousand disciples. Occupying the strategically advantageous and difficult-to-attack terrain of Dry Cold Valley, they were a troublesome persistent obstacle for Immortal Families.
Under normal circumstances, eradicating the Xuan Ming Sect would require at least two Deity Transformation stage cultivators leading thousands of disciples from the Western Regions to guarantee a hundred percent chance of victory.
However…
Swish—
An ice-blue spiritual light shot out from the Upper Demonic Palace, shattering the silence of the entire mountain valley. It cleanly cleaved a solitary five-thousand-foot mountain in half from its waist.
The mountain peak slid off in the direction of the sword light, accompanied by a deafening roar. Dust and rocks flew everywhere, rising into the sky.
Afterward, the Xuan Ming Sect welcomed its first snow in thousands of years.
Under the darkness of night, snowflakes, like dark ash, slowly fluttered down, quickly covering more than half of the mountain valley.
Inside the main hall of the Upper Demonic Palace, the originally sealed roof now offered a view of the moon overhead. Light snow slowly fell inside, and landed on the head of a woman dressed in the Xuan Xing Sect’s purple sect uniform.
Thump—
A man with his upper body missing collapsed abruptly in front of her. Pei Lianxue puffed up her cheeks, flicked the residual blood from the Snow Jade Myriad Spirit Sword in her hand to the side, and then shifted her gaze to a middle-aged man slumped on the ground.
The middle-aged man was the Sect Master of the Xuan Ming Sect, Zhou Minghe.
Zhou Minghe had yet to recover from the catastrophe his Xuan Ming Sect had suffered that day. He couldn’t understand.
How could a mere early Nascent Soul girl, by herself, kill seventeen Nascent Soul stage elders of his Xuan Ming Sect, killing her way from the mountain gate to here, and then bisect his Grand Elder with a single sword strike?
Admittedly, he admitted that he had underestimated her initially.
When he learned that only seven Immortal Family cultivators had intruded into the Xuan Ming Sect, he hadn’t activated the sect’s grand formation, thinking that seven Immortal Family cultivators couldn’t do much, and that there were only two Nascent Souls among them.
But after he realized the situation, he immediately gathered all the elders of the sect to hunt them down.
Yet, why was this girl still able to reach his Upper Demonic Palace?
Pei Lianxue looked at him expressionlessly, her orange eyes devoid of even a trace of hostility, as if killing demonic cultivators was just a routine matter for her.
Stomp—
Seeing her walk towards him, Zhou Minghe gritted his teeth and flicked his sleeve.
Bloody spiritual energy instantly condensed into a spiritual sword, shooting directly towards Pei Lianxue’s forehead. But Pei Lianxue merely raised her spiritual sword and casually swung an ice-blue sword light.
Shua—
The sword light directly split the spiritual sword in two, also severing Zhou Minghe’s left shoulder.
“Hiss—”
Zhou Minghe gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain. He watched Pei Lianxue calmly approach him step by step, his heart sinking. He gathered his killing aura at the tip of his right index finger.
As long as this girl took two more steps, she would enter the killing formation of his Upper Demonic Palace.
However, just as he was preparing to activate the formation, Pei Lianxue’s right foot, which was about to step into the formation’s range, suddenly stopped and then retracted.
Zhou Minghe’s eyes widened, but he quickly calmed down and said:
“I never expected the Immortal Families of the Western Regions to produce a monster like you!”
“I’m not a monster…”
Pei Lianxue replied softly with a frown, then took out her small notebook from her storage bag and flipped through it, scanning back and forth.
When Zhou Minghe saw her suddenly take out a small notebook, his eyes were filled with even greater confusion:
“What are you looking at?”
“Hmm… You were staring at my feet just now, there’s probably a formation.”
Pei Lianxue said calmly, then, as if she had a sudden realization, said:
“Senior Brother once wrote about it for me, the Ghost Realm Killing Heart Formation… Although you’re a sword cultivator, you seem to know ghost cultivation’s possession techniques, so I can’t get too close to you…”
“…”
Ignoring Zhou Minghe, who stood there stunned, Pei Lianxue exhaled a puff of white mist, shook the snow from her head, then gripped the Xuan Bing Sword in her hand backward, holding it like a javelin.
Swish—
As Pei Lianxue raised her hand, the Snow Jade Myriad Spirit Sword instantly transformed into an ice-blue straight line, piercing directly into Zhou Minghe’s chest, pinning him to the ground, and instantly freezing him into a life-sized ice sculpture.
Zhou Minghe had no time to react, his eyes wide with disbelief as he was encased in ice, perishing silently on the spot.
Xiao Yunluo, Liang Zhu, and four Inner Disciples of the Xuan Xing Sect, having finished dealing with the dozens of Core Formation stage Xuan Ming Sect disciples below the mountain, rushed over to help.
However, as they descended from their flying swords and saw the Upper Demonic Palace littered with the dismembered bodies of demonic cultivators, with only Pei Lianxue standing there, they all held their breath and swallowed.
Those Inner Disciples had never witnessed such a scene. Seeing their Uncle-Master Pei standing expressionlessly amidst the corpses, completely unstained by blood, filled them with dread.
“Did all of this… did Uncle-Master Pei do it? So many Nascent Soul cultivators…”
“Otherwise, we were really lucky… Accompanying Uncle-Master Pei, we only had to help set up her tent or something… I heard Junior Brother Liu’s group encountered a group of demonic cultivators, and none of them returned…”
Hearing the two’s whispered conversation, Liang Zhu coughed lightly, and the two immediately fell silent, not daring to discuss further.
Xiao Yunluo was silent for a moment, then quickly walked over. Seeing two bloody gashes on Pei Lianxue’s shoulder and ankle, she quickly took out bandages to wrap them:
“Lianxue, didn’t we agree to deal with the Xuan Ming Sect Master together after we arrived? Why did you rush in alone?”
“It’s okay, I can handle it. Yunluo, see? I handled it…”
“No…” Xiao Yunluo was somewhat speechless. She sighed softly and tied the wound on her shoulder, then looked at the scattered demonic cultivator remains, as if they had been a target of her venting, and asked, “Lianxue, are you angry?”
Pei Lianxue shook her head blankly, “No~”
“You are angry.”
Pei Lianxue averted her gaze and replied with puffed cheeks:
“No.”
“Sigh…”
Xiao Yunluo couldn’t help but sigh again.
Since the Xuan Xing Sect occupied Donghuang, disciples from the Western Regions, the Demon Race, and the Xing Tian Division had split into small teams to explore the Eastern Domain, mainly acting as scouts to gather intelligence on demonic cultivators and to harass the demonic sects in the Eastern Domain through guerrilla tactics.
She, Pei Lianxue, and Liang Zhu, along with four Inner Disciples of the Xuan Xing Sect, were one of these teams.
However, their assigned task was primarily to gather intelligence. Yet, Pei Lianxue led them, killing anyone in their path, and had fought her way from Donghuang all the way to the border of the Blood River.
Although they hadn’t encountered any Deity Transformation stage demonic cultivators along the way, with only seven people, they had annihilated over four hundred demonic cultivators of various cultivation levels and had now conquered the Xuan Ming Sect, which should have been taken by Grand Elder Lei’s main force.
Logically, Pei Lianxue’s killing intent shouldn’t be so heavy.
However, a few nights ago while resting, Xiao Yunluo had heard her muttering about “Senior Brother,” and combined with the experiences of the past few months, she had understood.
Pei Lianxue was likely very angry because Ye Anping had taken Feng Yu Die with him and not her, so she had simply treated the demonic cultivators as punching bags.
“Lianxue, why don’t we go back to the Immortal Ship and rest for half a month? Seeing you like this, you’ll get into trouble sooner or later. This Eastern Domain is full of dangers, how can you lead me and Liang Zhu into a demonic sect just because you’re in a bad mood?”
Pei Lianxue pouted, looked at Zhou Minghe, and said:
“I won’t take you to very dangerous places. Since Senior Brother isn’t here, I’m only picking on the soft targets to kill.”
?
Over twenty Nascent Soul cultivators in the Xuan Ming Sect—soft targets?
Xiao Yunluo didn’t know what she considered a hard target, and at this moment, Liang Zhu also walked over and advised:
“Pei girl, other Xuan Xing Sect disciples are still fighting demonic cultivators three thousand Li west of the Blood River. The seven of us have directly killed our way to the Blood River. If the demonic cultivators find our location and surround us, no one will be able to come and help.”
“Oh… Since Brother Liang also says so, shall we go back?”
“Yes, my storage bag and those of these junior disciples are also full, so we need to go back and clear them out.”
Pei Lianxue nodded, looked at the scattered corpses around, took out a stack of talismans from her storage bag, and threw them out like a scattering of heavenly flowers. Then, she and the others stepped onto their flying swords.
“Well… Junior Sister Chen, Junior Brother Liu, we’re going back.”
“Yes… Uncle-Master Pei.”
Boom—
As a giant fireball engulfed the Upper Demonic Palace, seven flying swords shot out from within, soaring a thousand feet into the sky.
Pei Lianxue looked back at her masterpiece, pouted, looked up at the sky, and murmured:
“What is that stinky Senior Brother doing now… Didn’t he say we’d meet in the Eastern Domain? Why isn’t he here yet… And Second…”
“Lianxue, let’s go! The Xuan Ming Sect disciples will surround us soon.”
“Oh!”
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After a few days—
Under the month-long efforts of the Sword Sect disciples, the demonic cultivators within Tian Bei City were completely eradicated. Immortal cultivators who learned of the news also gradually arrived from Seven Star Pass, setting up stalls on the streets, selling pills and magical artifacts.
As there were spiritual脉 around Tian Bei City, the Immortal Families of the Southern Domain also began to focus on mining spirit stones, building large mines.
However, Ye Anping was not responsible for these miscellaneous matters.
For the past month, Ye Anping had basically stayed in the Blood Prison Mansion. During the day, he accompanied Feng Yu Die in her sword practice and Qi cultivation, made roasted chicken for her, or took Gu Mingxin to wander the streets, letting her adapt to the liveliness of the Immortal Family marketplace.
At night, Yun Yiyi, after finishing her internal affairs, would mostly bring some wine and dishes over, letting Ye Anping help her relieve the fatigue of managing Sword Sect affairs. Ye Anping, naturally, became her masseuse.
… …
The night was hazy, and outside the window, lights twinkled.
Moonlight streamed in from the window sill, falling upon Ye Anping and Yun Yiyi, who were sitting in an embrace.
Chirp~~
Yun Yiyi wrapped her arms around Ye Anping’s neck, looking at his charming deep purple eyes under the moonlight with a hazy gaze, and asked coquettishly:
“Anping, are you leaving tomorrow? Hmm~”
“Yes, the Immortal Families of the Southern Domain have almost cleared the demonic sects south of the Blood River. I must cross the river and head to the Tian Mo Sect… I’ve rested here for over a month, I almost forgot that the Immortal and Demonic realms are still at war.”
“I see…”
Yun Yiyi suddenly looked disappointed, lowering her head and pouting.
Seeing her like this, Ye Anping shrugged helplessly, pinched her nose, and said:
“I’ve been your kept man for over a month, and you come every day… Isn’t that enough?”
“How could it be enough? Before, you were with Sister Pei and the others every day, but what about me… Every time I saw you, I had to wait a long time, and you would only stay for a few days before leaving… I feel like this month has passed so quickly, sigh…”
“When the matters in the Eastern Domain are over, how about you move to the Hundred Lotus Sect and live there for a few years?”
“…Hmm~”
Yun Yiyi’s cheeks flushed as she looked down, and replied:
“Anping, you seem like a demonic cultivator now~ Always ruining girls…”
“It’s you who comes to want me to serve you every day, I can’t possibly drive you out, can I?”
“Lecher.”
“I’m not lecherous…”
With that, Ye Anping chuckled softly and kissed Yun Yiyi’s fair shoulder.
However, at this very moment…
—”Ye Anping~ Is this… all you’ve got? Hmm~~”
Gu Mingxin’s sleepy murmurs entered their ears, causing Ye Anping and Yun Yiyi to turn their heads. They saw her lying on the far side of the bed, unconscious, her legs twitching occasionally.
Before Yun Yiyi arrived today, Gu Mingxin had come over again and forced herself on him…
And then this was the result.
After Yun Yiyi entered, she didn’t bother with her, just pushed her aside, covered her with a blanket, and left her there.
Looking at Gu Mingxin’s state, Yun Yiyi pouted slightly and asked:
“Anping, who is she, exactly…”
“The adopted daughter of the Hell阎 Venerable of the Tian Mo Sect. She’s always trying to conquer me, and I can’t beat her…”
“A demonic cultivator, then what will you do with her later? Will you marry her too?”
“We’ll talk about marriage later. Anyway, after things are settled, she’ll likely live in the Hundred Lotus Sect too…”
“I see…”
Yun Yiyi pondered for a moment. She had also tried to talk to Gu Mingxin privately before, but Gu Mingxin gave her a very scary feeling, as if if she took one step closer, Gu Mingxin would draw her sword and attack her.
However, looking at Gu Mingxin, who was slumped beside them, she felt that perhaps this person was the type who was all bark and no bite.
At this moment, an eagle’s cry came from outside the window.
At the half-open casement window, a black-feathered carrier pigeon poked its head in.
Upon seeing the carrier pigeon, Yun Yiyi raised her eyebrows:
“It’s Lord Li Fu’s spiritual pet… Hmm~”
Pop~~
Yun Yiyi quickly moved away from Ye Anping, crawled over Gu Mingxin’s back, took the jade slip from the carrier pigeon’s leg, and then let it fly away. She looked at it with her spiritual sense.
Ye Anping also moved to her side and asked:
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s news from Sister Pei and Young Master Xiao. They…” Yun Yiyi twisted her eyebrows, as if she thought she had misread. She slowly read word by word, “Pei Lianxue and Xiao Yunluo, along with Liang Zhu and four Xuan Xing Sect disciples, fought their way from Donghuang all the way to the Xuan Ming Sect by the Blood River.”
Hearing this, Ye Anping couldn’t help but frown.
The Xuan Ming Sect was a side branch in the Eastern Domain. In his memory, Sect Master Zhou Minghe was quite difficult to deal with, as he was considered a BOSS guarding a dungeon.
“Something happened?”
“No… Lord Li Fu said that the seven of them annihilated the Xuan Ming Sect… Grand Elder Lei of the Xuan Xing Sect was greatly startled.”
“…”
Ye Anping fell silent upon hearing this.
Although it was a second-rate demonic sect, seven people alone had destroyed an entire sect…
“…Hoo—”
Ye Anping took the jade slip and scanned it with his spiritual sense. His brows furrowed immediately, and he felt a slight sense of unease.
Although his junior sister had achieved great things, he, as her senior brother, was truly gratified. However, in the current situation, fame did not necessarily lead to glory and wealth.
Back then, Yun Jian Shang Xian, just like his junior sister, had led more than ten people, killing anyone in their path in the demonic realm, and had even split the four domains with a single sword, shaking the Immortal and Demonic realms.
Yun Jian Shang Xian had become known to both Immortal and Demonic cultivators because of this.
However, precisely because of his great fame, he had also attracted the围 assaults of many demonic cultivators and had fallen.
Once this news reached the Tian Mo Sect, they would undoubtedly send many cultivators to investigate his junior sister’s movements and then lure them into traps before annihilating them.
For the Immortal Families, this was good news.
After all, if an Immortal Family produced a figure like “Yun Jian Shang Xian,” it would undoubtedly boost the morale of the Immortal Family disciples.
However, for him, as the senior brother, it was bad news.
His junior sister was outstanding in both cultivation and sword arts, but she was ultimately inexperienced. He was truly worried that Pei Lianxue might be ambushed…
However, before he left, he had specifically asked Great Hero Xuanji to look after his junior sister, so it should be fine.
It’s just…
Ye Anping vaguely sensed from this news that his junior sister’s actions were somewhat like throwing a tantrum…
Was it because he had taken Feng Yu Die out and not her?
“Hmm…”
Yun Yiyi looked at Ye Anping’s worried expression and asked:
“Are you worried?”
“A little, but it should be fine. I was planning to meet up with them later anyway.” Ye Anping nodded slowly and said, “In short, we’ll take it one step at a time. I have to leave tomorrow.”
Yun Yiyi nodded and crawled back, sitting back on him.
“Anping, you can put in some effort today, since you’re leaving tomorrow and I only have internal affairs to deal with… I’ve already prepared the wheelchair.”
“No… not good.”
“Good!” Yun Yiyi pouted slightly, raised her hand, and grasped Ye Anping’s chin, “I said so! I want to use the wheelchair!”
“Sigh…” Ye Anping lowered his eyes, shook his head, and sighed, burying his face in her chest, “Then as you wish…”
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