How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 10.2

Chapter 10. (Part 2)

The Snow Spirit Fox belonged to us. And you reckless fools actually dared to kill it.

The blue-robed cultivator’s voice dripped with fury as he raised his hand, clearly intending to strike.

Before he could act, a cold, mocking voice cut through the howling wind.

Disciples of the Changyue Sect, are you planning to wipe out a city and silence witnesses now?

Yan Jiuzhi wiped the bl00d from the corner of his lips and let out a low laugh. His eyes were icy, his face pale but resolute. He lifted his head slowly, meeting the group’s gaze with an expression devoid of fear, almost as if he held some hidden trump card.

The blue-robed man froze mid-motion. Now that his identity had been exposed, acting recklessly was no longer an option. If he killed them here and word reached the sect, punishment in the Sect’s torturous prison would be the least of his worries.

A bitter wind swept across the battlefield, laced with shards of ice. Standing atop her feather-shaped flying artifact, Xia Mengxue should have felt the cold biting into her skin. But she felt nothing, only an icy stillness spreading within her heart.

The Snow Spirit Fox… was dead.

She stared at the crimson-stained snow, unable to believe it. Of the four people before her, three clearly lacked the strength to kill a seventh-rank beast. That meant the one responsible could only be.

Yan Jiuzhi.

Her gaze locked onto the young man, slowly raising his head.

His clothes were plain, his face still carried traces of youthful softness, but those eyes, those cold, shadowed eyes filled with unyielding resolve, she could never mistake them.

Those were the eyes of the killing god who had hunted her for three hundred years in her previous life.

Snowflakes caught in his dark lashes, melting into the faintly upturned corners of his eyes. There was no emotion there, only a deep, suffocating stillness, and beneath it, a flicker of the murderous intent she remembered all too well.

Xia Mengxue’s face turned pale. Her legs trembled before she could stop them, and every instinct screamed at her to flee.

She forced a brittle smile, trying to bury her fear. “You misunderstand. Our Changyue Sect is a righteous one; we would never do such a thing.”

But the trembling of her fingers hidden in her sleeve betrayed her completely. The small, uncontrollable motion mirrored the fear that knotted deep in her chest.

Yan Jiuzhi let out a soft, derisive laugh. “Oh? Then, since the Snow Spirit Fox was yours, does that mean it was Changyue Sect’s idea to destroy this mortal city? Tell me, when did your sect join the demonic path?”

The words struck like thunder.

The Changyue disciples blanched, fury and panic flashing across their faces. “Watch your mouth! We only came to capture a rampaging beast, not destroy any city!”

“Utter nonsense! Our Changyue Sect stands for justice. We would never commit such atrocities!”

“Fellow cultivator, please, don’t speak carelessly. There must be some misunderstanding here.”

Truthfully, some of them had already disapproved when Senior Brother Yu first moved to attack. They were disciples of a righteous sect, after all.

And now, seeing the city in the near distance, the watchtower crowded with terrified mortals, they realized just how bad this looked. The fox’s rampage had drawn attention, and if they weren’t careful, this could stain their sect’s reputation.

The disciples exchanged uneasy glances, then reluctantly retracted their flying artifacts and descended to the ground, forcing polite smiles as if seeking a peaceful resolution.

Lin Shanlai, still bleeding heavily, struggled to his feet. His legs buckled, and he nearly collapsed again, but Lin Ruo rushed forward and caught him in time.

He was shaken to the core. Changyue Sect? One of the top ten great sects of the cultivation world? These people were far beyond what they could afford to offend.

He quickly turned toward his third disciple, giving Yan Jiuzhi a frantic look, urging him not to act rashly.

Elder Gao, still sprawled on the ground, was pale as a sheet, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He too, was furious at the arrogant demeanor of these so-called righteous disciples, but he knew better than to provoke them.

Meanwhile, Senior Brother Yu’s expression twisted in indignation, ready to snap back until he caught the cold, warning look from Xia Mengxue. The weight of her gaze silenced him instantly.

Taking a slow breath, Xia Mengxue regained her composure. Her tone was soft, melodic, almost enchanting as she bowed slightly and spoke, her voice as clear as chimes in winter air.

“Fellow cultivators, you have our utmost respect and gratitude for stopping the beast’s rampage. The Snow Spirit Fox indeed fled here because of us, and for that, we owe you all a deep apology.”

Her gaze briefly flicked toward Yan Jiuzhi, searching for some sign of recognition or hatred, but his expression was unreadable, cold and impassive as ever.

“I have here two high-grade defensive talismans,” she continued, producing two shimmering seals from her sleeve. “They can strengthen this city’s barrier and protect its people from future beast attacks. Please, accept them as compensation for the disturbance we’ve caused.”

Then she turned toward Lin Shanlai, the weary, disheveled man whose aura marked him as the boy’s master. He looked gravely injured, but still alive.

Alive was good. That meant the feud wasn’t yet too deep.

With graceful composure, she produced a storage pouch and extended it toward him.

“Your valiant efforts in slaying a seventh-rank beast across realms are nothing short of awe-inspiring. I know such a battle must have cost you dearly. This humble gift is merely a token of appreciation for your courage in saving the lives of so many innocent citizens.”

The phrasing was perfect. She avoided the word “compensation,” yet every syllable carried its intent smooth, tactful, impeccable.

Lin Shanlai hesitated, glancing toward his disciple. Though he was the master, something about Yan Jiuzhi’s calm presence made him seek his approval first.

Yan Jiuzhi gave a small, silent nod. Only then did Lin Shanlai accept the pouch.

Seeing this, Xia Mengxue’s smile brightened a little, as if a small weight had lifted from her chest.

Her gaze lingered on Yan Jiuzhi once more, the man who had once been her nightmare.

The killing god, the one who defied every trap, every assassination attempt, every siege she had laid against him.

In her last life, she had thrown everything she had at his destruction, hired assassins, led armies of cultivators, and even begged her master to act personally.

Even after she cast him into the deadly forbidden lands where no one survived, he clawed his way back and, within three centuries, surpassed her cultivation, stepping into the Nascent Soul realm while she remained one step behind.

It was absurd. Maddening.

In the end, she could no longer tell whether she was heaven’s chosen one or was he.