Haven't Been a Senior Sister for Many Years - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Dispute

“Nothing,” Chu Zhiqin lied through her teeth as she opened her eyes. Her muffled groan had been clear enough for the two guards standing nearby to hear—let alone Su Yan.

Su Yan’s ears were just as sharp as her nose. She knew Chu Zhiqin was lying, but couldn’t be bothered to argue. The Yanling Blade shifted direction without a word and began slashing relentlessly at Chu Zhiqin’s sleeves. Her goal was simple and direct: find out what Chu Zhiqin was hiding in her sleeves.

Chu Zhiqin silently thanked the heavens she had worn a narrow-sleeved robe today—no risk of the cuffs slipping during the fight and revealing Leng Junzhu, who was hidden inside.

She had no intention of explaining that the demon lord she had tied up and stashed away was none other than Leng Junzhu. Her senior sister only needed to remain the Sword Pavilion’s respected leader. As for everything else—she, the junior sister, would handle it for Leng Junzhu.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Su Yan caught on to Chu Zhiqin’s attempt to retreat. With a glance, she signaled the two motionless men to block Chu Zhiqin’s escape route. She knew Chu Zhiqin didn’t want to escalate the situation—if the commotion grew too loud, the pack of jackals in Anning Town would smell bl00d and come running, ready to tear her apart.

Su Yan used that knowledge to press the attack.

“No wonder the stench on you’s gotten stronger after all these years. So you’ve been hiding filth up your sleeves.”

“It’s only been a few decades—have you already forgotten how Leng Junzhu died? She died at the hands of demon cultivators. And yet here you are, harboring a demon lord. Not only did you not kill her, you even keep her by your side. If I were Leng Junzhu, I’d be so furious I’d come back from the dead just to slap you.”

Su Yan had meant to provoke Chu Zhiqin, but the more she spoke, the angrier she got. She used to admire Chu Zhiqin’s loyalty—rare and steadfast. Leng Junzhu had left so many marks on her that after her death, Chu Zhiqin became colder and more inhuman—just like her.

But now? Chu Zhiqin had publicly captured a demon lord and yet hadn’t killed her—had even hidden her away. Were the rumors true? Had Chu Zhiqin fallen head over heels at first sight and become hopelessly enamored?

If anyone had said such a thing to Su Yan in the past, she would’ve thought they’d lost their mind. Chu Zhiqin, fall in love with a demon cultivator? Ridiculous!

But now she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Chu Zhiqin didn’t take Su Yan’s accusations to heart. She knew the truth better than anyone. What she feared was that the “little ancestor” sleeping in her sleeve might wake up and throw a tantrum after hearing those words. If that happened, even she wouldn’t be able to stop the chaos.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The Wuyou Sword once again deflected Su Yan’s attack. Chu Zhiqin was growing tired of the game. “Goodbye, Su Yan.”

No longer wanting to be tangled up in this mess, her swordplay shifted—elegant and fluid like snow melting under sunlight. Beads of water refracted the light, and a thin cut appeared on Su Yan’s arm.

Su Yan clutched the wound and glared at her. “You hurt me for the sake of a demon cultivator? Chu Zhiqin, have you completely lost your mind? Maybe those people calling you a mad dog were right after all—you’re totally unreasonable!”

“So what if I have? So what if I haven’t? Su Yan, none of this concerns you.” Chu Zhiqin shot back, “What happens between me and my senior sister isn’t your business.”

Su Yan laughed bitterly. This was exactly why she said she hated Chu Zhiqin the most.

“I’m just heartbroken for Leng Junzhu. Whether you change your heart or not is none of my business. You can like whoever you want—I won’t interfere. But why did it have to be a demon cultivator?”

“Yes, our Blade Sect and your Sword Pavilion have a bl00d feud, but I never hated Leng Junzhu. And she’s already dead—what’s there to argue with the dead about? It’s you I find disgusting.”

“Enough.”

A cold voice—clear as a winter frost—rang in Su Yan’s ears.

An icy hand gripped her wrist, stopping her from making a move.

Su Yan frowned and turned to glare at the bold person who dared lay a hand on her. But the moment her eyes landed on that familiar face, her mind went completely blank.

She couldn’t speak.

It was Leng Junzhu.