Haven’t Been a Senior Sister for Many Years

Sypnosis: 

Leng Junzhu was once the most gifted cultivation prodigy the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Provinces had seen in a thousand years. Unfortunately, she died in an obscure secret realm while saving her junior sister.

When she next opened her eyes, a hundred years had passed.

The once-clumsy junior sister, who couldn’t even hold a sword properly, had become the infamous Sword Immortal feared across the Nine Provinces—while Leng Junzhu, having lost all her memories, had become the new Demon Lord of the demon realm.

At their first confrontation, she fell into defeat and was captured by her former junior sister, who chained her up and kept her close.

“Kill me if you want. Do as you please.”
“Senior Sister, I would never hurt you.”

Leng Junzhu glanced at the chains and secretly cursed that Chu Zhiqin was insane.

But the lunatic treated her surprisingly well—offering high-grade spiritual fruits like they were nothing, handing out pills like candy.

Anything Leng Junzhu asked for, Chu Zhiqin would provide without question.

As she stared at Chu Zhiqin’s flawless, rose-tinted face, a wicked thought formed in Leng Junzhu’s mind.

She would seduce Chu Zhiqin, drag her down from the pedestal she stood on.

The cold and peerless Sword Immortal of the Nine Provinces would weep under her, calling her senior sister with tear-filled eyes.

Senior Sister. Senior Sister.

But Leng Junzhu was not Chu Zhiqin’s senior sister.

She began to feel jealous of that title. She wanted to replace her.
She wanted revenge.

At their second confrontation, she was once again defeated.

That sword, named Wuyou (No Worries), pierced through her heart. Its wielder looked at her in shock, unable to stop her hand from trembling.

Leng Junzhu smiled.

“Junior Sister, don’t cry.”

And so, she watched with satisfaction as Chu Zhiqin broke down completely before her eyes.

She had won.