Haven't Been a Senior Sister for Many Years - Chapter 28
Chapter 28: We’re Screwed
Early the next morning, the spirit dragon asked Chu Zhiqin and Leng Junzhu for a few strands of hair and a trace of demonic energy. She transformed into Chu Zhiqin’s appearance, a small green snake coiled around her pale wrist.
Leng Junzhu was curious about the spirit dragon’s transformation.
She leaned in and commanded the spirit dragon to mimic several expressions and actions that Chu Zhiqin would never make. The spirit dragon didn’t mind Leng Junzhu’s attitude this time. She flawlessly completed the task and even tossed in a few flirtatious winks as a bonus.
Leng Junzhu was so amused by the spirit dragon’s antics that she collapsed on Chu Zhiqin’s shoulder, laughing uncontrollably.
“Enough playing around,” Chu Zhiqin said helplessly, trying to stop their childish behavior. She looked at the spirit dragon with concern. “You need to leave before we’re discovered. We’re counting on you—be careful.”
The spirit dragon raised her chin confidently. “No big deal. Leave it to me!”
“I’ll head toward the southern city. You two find a chance to slip away from here. Qihezhen is still relatively safe. Things there are chaotic, full of all sorts of people. You won’t stand out.”
“Got it.” Chu Zhiqin tossed her a sword with a smile. “How can the renowned Sword Immortal Chu Zhiqin go without a sword?”
The spirit dragon caught the sword, running her hand over the patterns on the hilt. She joked, “If it’s not the ‘Wuyou Sword,’ I don’t want it.”
A wisp of white mist quietly enveloped the sword. When it faded, the plain weapon had transformed into the iconic Wuyou Sword.
“It’ll do,” the spirit dragon said, whistling at the now-convincing copy before hanging it on her waist. “I’m off. You two hide in the cave.”
Chu Zhiqin nodded. “Alright.”
“But before that—” The spirit dragon tapped the barrier Chu Zhiqin had reforged last night. “Your spellwork is terrible. I broke through it without even trying. I’ll redo it.”
Spellcasting had always been Chu Zhiqin’s weakness.
She had an almost pathological stubbornness, believing that as long as her sword was fast and powerful enough, she could ignore magical attacks and go straight for the kill. Even after suffering several near-fatal injuries, she still clung to the belief that the sword was her one and only strength. As for spells—she only learned the bare minimum to survive.
To Leng Junzhu and the spirit dragon, the barrier from last night looked so crude it barely passed as one. It was more like spirit energy had been forcibly squashed into a thin film and reluctantly slapped over the cave entrance.
The spirit dragon was both frustrated and heartbroken over the barrier, mocking Chu Zhiqin for wasting spiritual energy.
She blamed at least half of their trouble with their persistent pursuers on Chu Zhiqin’s shoddy spellwork.
“All done,” the spirit dragon clapped her hands. “Now this is a proper barrier. Stop using your useless stuff to fool people. Alright, I really need to go now.”
Leng Junzhu waved her off carelessly. “Bye. Hope you’re still alive next time we meet.”
The spirit dragon stuck out her tongue. “Geez, if you’re worried, just say so! It’s not shameful.”
She even turned to Chu Zhiqin and asked, “Is she always this awkward?”
Under Leng Junzhu’s murderous glare, Chu Zhiqin silently shook her head.
“Tch, fine. Shouldn’t have asked. I’m off!” Taking off with Chu Zhiqin’s face and the fake Wuyou Sword at her waist, the spirit dragon soared gracefully toward the southern city.
After flying for a while and gauging she was far enough, she used the strands of Chu Zhiqin’s hair to mimic her aura. The snake on her wrist borrowed Leng Junzhu’s demonic energy to lure in unsuspecting hunters.
Sure enough, a few black dots appeared in the sky, swiftly approaching.
The spirit dragon was so excited that she almost sprouted her little dragon horns. Her still-unformed tail practically wagged with anticipation. She had been bored stiff hiding in the Diming City secret realm, and now that she finally had a chance to play, she was glowing with joy.
She pretended to flee, reeling in her pursuers slowly, planning to take action only when they were far enough from Chu Zhiqin’s hiding spot.
The spirit dragon was born a mystery—her origins unknown. She had opened her eyes at the bottom of a dark, sunless lake in the Diming City secret realm. She grew wild and free, unlike the cultivated and upright Chu Zhiqin, who came from a prestigious sect.
Even when Chu Zhiqin was unstable early on, she never killed anyone. Once she no longer needed to raid the wild for materials, she stayed in her sect, training to break through her bottleneck. Because she didn’t kill, the higher-ups at the Sword Pavilion turned a blind eye to her outbursts. If anyone came knocking, they played dumb. Even when she did cross the line, they just sent her to meditate in punishment, and the sect compensated the families of any injured disciples generously.
Even now, when she was being hunted, Chu Zhiqin still didn’t use lethal force.
But the spirit dragon was different. She didn’t care for sect politics or diplomacy. She was a dragon raised in isolation, and her freedom was all she valued. She hadn’t gone outside before because her transformation wasn’t stable, and she feared being captured.
Now she felt ready. It was time to make a name for herself.
And so, everyone chasing her suffered.
If they insulted her, she shut them down or magically sealed their mouths. If they fought, she hit back tenfold. She wasn’t Chu Zhiqin with her patience—anyone who dared attack her got beat down.
The sword on “Chu Zhiqin’s” waist was practically decorative. When pestered, she casually swiped out some chaotic sword energy.
People began to doubt if she was really Chu Zhiqin. But the aura and faint demonic energy on her felt too convincing to deny.
While toying with them, the spirit dragon discreetly sent a message to Chu Zhiqin: time to go.
“I’m bored now. Later, losers.” With a grin, she hurled out more sloppy sword energy to block the pursuers.
“Don’t run if you’ve got guts!”
“Stop right there!”
“Damn, what kind of sword energy is this? Why is it so weird?”
“Guys… doesn’t something feel off…?”
The spirit dragon paused mid-flight, ears twitching.
“Talking trash about me? You think you can break my sword formation with those trash skills? What a joke!”
“If I were your master, I’d hang myself from shame!”
“You…!”
Some younger cultivators had never been humiliated like this. Flushed red, they ignored their seniors’ warnings and rushed forward.
“If you’re so good, then stop running! Fight me one-on-one!”
The world fell silent.
Spectators: “…”
His seniors: “…”
The spirit dragon: “?”
“You sure you want to duel me?”
Her eyes swept over the young cultivator’s flimsy frame. How could a mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator challenge the top sword master of the Nine Provinces?
She recalled a conversation from the night before.
After Leng Junzhu fell asleep, the spirit dragon set up a sound barrier and asked Chu Zhiqin:
“What are you afraid of?”
“I don’t know,” Chu Zhiqin replied, staring at the fire.
The spirit dragon saw through her lie. “That group chasing you isn’t even strong. Why not just take them out?”
“I have no enmity with them. Why go that far?”
“Oh please, you think I’m a child? Why would they chase you otherwise?”
Under her persistent gaze, Chu Zhiqin finally confessed.
“If she regains her memory, she’ll want to return to the Sword Pavilion and reclaim her status. I don’t want her to carry burdens that aren’t hers. It’s just a few small annoyances. It won’t last long.”
The spirit dragon didn’t understand. Would the demon lord Leng Junzhu really care about a few extra deaths?
She wanted to tell Chu Zhiqin that—but held back. Chu Zhiqin already knew. She was just lying to herself.
“The third spirit herb—give it to her soon. Maybe when her soul is fully healed, she’ll remember everything.”
“Mm.”
Now, back in the present, the spirit dragon cursed Chu Zhiqin inwardly. If she hadn’t been so soft, she wouldn’t be getting chased by a bunch of amateurs. How embarrassing.
The young cultivator was stunned. He had challenged her, but now didn’t know what to do. When the crowd around him started laughing, shame overwhelmed him. He clenched his jaw, yelling, “That’s right! Dare to duel me?!”
“Fine! As you wish!”
The spirit dragon drew the Wuyou Sword with solemn flair. A blinding white light engulfed her. The young cultivator squinted into it—but before he could see anything, someone yelled:
“She’s gone!”
By the time his eyes adjusted, she had vanished.
His senior patted him on the shoulder. “Congratulations. You just escaped death.”
The cultivator: “…”
With Chu Zhiqin’s presence gone, the crowd scattered.
After a long while, the sky shimmered again. Ripples appeared in the air as if on water. When they cleared, the spirit dragon reappeared, withdrawing the illusory mist technique she had used.
“Idiots,” she muttered, sticking out her tongue as she turned toward the southern city.
But trouble struck.
“Stop.”
A cold sword gleam blocked her path. She looked up to see a woman in white robes—willow brows, starry eyes, radiating bold righteousness.
It was Liu Rushuang, the same one she had fought in the secret realm.
The spirit dragon froze. If there was anyone she least wanted to see now, it was Liu Rushuang.
She was tenacious and knew Chu Zhiqin too well. A single slip and her disguise would be exposed.
“Cat got your tongue?” Liu Rushuang asked. “I let you go that day. Today, I won’t make the same mistake.”
The spirit dragon wanted to ask if Liu Rushuang was secretly in love with Chu Zhiqin—but she was the one pretending to be Chu Zhiqin right now. She had to stay in character.
She searched her mind for Chu Zhiqin’s usual demeanor and replied coldly, “None of your business.”
Liu Rushuang was used to Chu Zhiqin’s icy attitude. But something felt… off. She frowned, testing her further.
“It may not be my business, but as a Sword Pavilion elder, I can’t watch you continue to disgrace our name.”
“Hmph, more like you’re worried about your own reputation!”
The spirit dragon only knew the two didn’t get along, but not the details. Still, a few careless lines were enough to give her away.
Liu Rushuang’s expression darkened. “I knew it. You’re not Chu Zhiqin. Where is she?”
The spirit dragon: …We’re screwed.