How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 

In her past life, Xia Mengxue had been hunted by Yan Jiuzhi for three hundred years. Every trick, every scheme, every ounce of power she possessed had been exhausted in that endless pursuit. Cornered, desperate, she had gambled everything only to finally win this single chance to start over.

But this time, the system that had once guided her lay dormant. The points and merits she’d earned in the previous world had all been reset to zero, leaving her with nothing but the barest system space.

Her heart burned with fury and bitterness. Heaven is truly unjust!

Why was it that Yan Jiuzhi, after his rebirth, could still retain the divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
While she, Heaven’s chosen daughter, had to begin again from nothing?

She had already confirmed it: the Snow Soul Fox had been slain in a single strike by divine sense.
And here, in this world, only Yan Jiuzhi could have done such a thing.

In the previous world, she had clawed her way up from a humble palace maid to imperial consort to the revered Empress Dowager. The people adored her; merit and virtue surrounded her like stars.

So even if she had to start over now, Xia Mengxue was confident she would once again rise to the pinnacle of both power and cultivation.

As for that demon-star she could never afford to provoke.
If she couldn’t destroy him while he was still weak, then so be it.
If a single smile could erase past grudges, that too would do.

Xia Mengxue was never one to hesitate once her mind was made up.
She swept her divine sense through the system space, selected several rare spiritual herbs, and bundled them together.

Then, with a sharp breath, she shoved them all into a storage pouch.

Those items were precious to her beyond measure, each one a treasure she could hardly afford to part with. Her heart ached, twisting with reluctance, but no treasure in the world was worth more than her life.

Adjusting the jade hairpin shaped like fluttering butterflies atop her head, she moved gracefully forward, every step deliberate and fluid. Her figure swayed like a willow in the wind as she approached Yan Jiuzhi.

Her lips curved into a faint, elegant smile; her eyes shimmered like autumn water, equal parts purity and seduction.

With those slender, alabaster fingers, she presented the storage pouch to him.

Her voice was soft and lilting, delicate as silk:
“Nothing has yet happened. Why not let bygones be bygones?”

The final syllables drifted like mist, carrying a faint, almost intimate allure.

Yan Jiuzhi’s lips lifted in a quiet, unreadable smile. His long fingers pinched the pouch lightly, but for a long while, he said nothing.

Irritation pricked at Xia Mengxue’s heart. This demon really isn’t a man at all!

She was stunning so beautiful, she could topple nations. Who wouldn’t be charmed by her?

Countless geniuses had risked their lives for a single smile from her, braving forbidden lands and deadly ruins just to bring her rare treasures.

Yet this man, every single time, remained utterly unmoved. Even the most potent seduction arts failed to so much as ripple his expression.

At the side, Senior Brother Yu watched in disbelief as his beloved junior sister offered something to that boy. Rage erupted in his chest, and his thoughts spiraled wildly.

Could it be that she’s taken a liking to him?

The moment the thought surfaced, his temper snapped. He opened his mouth.
But before a single venomous word escaped, two of his own junior brothers slapped a silencing spell on him.

They grabbed him firmly on either side, veins bulging with effort as they restrained him.

The disciples of the Changyue Sect were collectively exasperated. Why hadn’t they noticed before that this senior brother was such an idiot?

They still had the “evidence” in their hands.

Now was not the time or place to cause trouble. If a bit of wealth could smooth over this disaster, it was worth every spirit stone. Why make things worse?

Finally, after a long silence, Yan Jiuzhi seemed to relent. He gave a single nod and said, “All right.”

Relief flooded Xia Mengxue’s heart. Joy brightened her features.

She immediately offered a parting bow to the group, her movements swift and poised.

Moments later, she and her sect members ascended their flying artifact.
Wind and snow swirled up in their wake.
And in the blink of an eye, they vanished beyond the horizon.

Both she and Yan Jiuzhi knew the truth:
This was her buying her life back.

The goal achieved, she had no desire to look at that harbinger of death for even a second longer.

Only when the figures of the Changyue Sect had completely disappeared, leaving no trace behind, did Yan Jiuzhi finally let himself relax.

In the next instant, his body went limp, and he collapsed straight backward into the snow.

All that calm composure, that quiet confidence, that illusion of being untouchable.
Shattered like fragile glass, scattering into pieces that would never fit together again.

It had all been an act. A front he’d forced himself to maintain.

His divine sense felt as though countless invisible hands were tearing it apart, grinding it to dust.

The pain was unbearable, like a thousand steel needles piercing straight into his soul.

Every muscle in his body tightened to the point of tearing; his veins bulged, threatening to burst.

And yet, this was a man whose spirit had survived endless torment before. His divine consciousness had been tempered in pain until it was as hard as iron.

That was the only reason he’d managed to remain outwardly calm.
To seem so unshakable, so steady.

No one could guess what kind of agony he was enduring.

Now, surrounded at last by those he trusted completely, he could finally allow himself to let go.

As he fell, the faintest trace of a smile tugged at his lips.

Meanwhile, Li Xi still paralyzed by the lingering pressure of the Snow Soul Fox, could barely take another step.

At only the second stage of Qi Refinement, she simply couldn’t withstand the crushing weight of late Golden Core pressure.

It felt as if a mountain pressed against her chest; even her legs seemed trapped in the snow, refusing to move.

The other disciples could do nothing but watch helplessly from afar, unable to approach.

When she saw her third senior brother suddenly collapse without warning, Li Xi’s pupils constricted sharply.

She tried to force herself forward, but the pressure slammed her down into the snow.

Tao Wen lunged just in time to catch Yan Jiuzhi before he hit the ground.

Their master, Elder Gao, and their senior sister were all wounded and exhausted.
Bl00d stained the snow everywhere, an indistinguishable mix of man and beast.

Tao Wen took it all in, and self-loathing burned in his chest. If only I were stronger.

Behind him, Li Xi crawled out of the snow, her face and robes streaked with mud and frost.

At that moment, Li Xi had no time to care about anything else.

Her master, Elder Gao, and senior sister were all in terrible shape—battered, bloodstained, and clearly gravely wounded.

At least they were still conscious. Only her third senior brother lay completely motionless, eyes shut, breath shallow.

What happened to him? Panic flooded her chest, tears stinging her eyes, yet the oppressive pressure in the air made it impossible for her to take even a single step closer.

Elder Gao stooped, his back bent and movements unsteady, and shuffled over to check Yan Jiuzhi’s pulse. After a brief moment, he gestured for Tao Wen to carry him on his back.

Li Xi’s gaze darted anxiously over her senior brother’s body—his robe soaked a deep crimson, his skin pale as paper, his entire frame cold and fragile.

Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, densely packed, and even his fingertips trembled ever so slightly.

Her heart twisted painfully. She took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from his brow, her voice quivering as she asked,
Elder Gao. What’s wrong with Third Senior Brother?

His divine sense and spiritual power were overdrawn,  Elder Gao replied weakly, pressing one hand against the bleeding wound on his abdomen. He won’t be able to use either for quite some time.

Li Xi bit her lip, tears threatening to spill. And you, Master, and Senior Sister, how are your injuries?

Still alive, Elder Gao said matter-of-factly, almost with a touch of humor despite his exhaustion. We’ll recover in time.

After all, surviving an encounter with a high-tier beast was already a miracle. Wounds could be healed being alive was a blessing enough.

But the three of them all knew the truth.

The Snow Soul Fox hadn’t fallen by their hands; it was Yan Jiuzhi who had slain it.

And how could someone at the tenth level of Qi Refinement possibly kill a beast whose strength rivaled that of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator?

The answer was unthinkable.

Yet none of them spoke a word.

This was Yan Jiuzhi’s secret, and since he chose not to reveal it, they wouldn’t ask.

Just as they had never questioned how he’d known about the beast attack in advance.

There was no need to pry. Trusting him was enough. Whatever he did, there must be a reason.

Still, they silently agreed that once he woke, they had to tell him not to shoulder everything alone. His safety mattered to them just as much as anyone’s.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, blanketing heaven and earth in endless white.

Supporting one another, the battered group stumbled through the storm. Disciples who had rushed to their aid quickly lifted the wounded onto their backs and sprinted toward the safety of the city walls.

The cold, merciless wind swirled around Yan Jiuzhi’s unconscious body before sweeping over

 Li Xi, making her shiver violently. Her small frame trembled from head to toe, teeth chattering as she tried to keep up.

Meanwhile, far above where the snow met the clouds, Xia Mengxue, who had been gliding gracefully on her feathered flying artifact like a celestial fairy, suddenly let out a startled cry.

A violent gust tore straight through her wind barrier.

In an instant, her spell shattered, and she was slammed full-face into the snow. She tumbled headfirst into a snowdrift her ethereal poise gone, her “fairy-like grace” reduced to a soggy mess of hair and ice.

And far away, atop a mountain where heaven and earth met, lay a vast palace veiled in snow.

On its open terrace stood a young man in black robes, his sleeves snapping sharply in the roaring wind, the hem of his garment whipping through the whirling flakes.

He slowly withdrew his distant gaze, his handsome features dark with stormy displeasure.

Another transmigrated woman in the Xuancang Realm.

His expression turned cold.

Just what kind of mess had Heaven let loose this time.