How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 12.1

Chapter 12.1

Amidst the howling blizzard, a handsome, unruly young man stood alone on the palace terrace.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his expression heavy with irritation.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was curse out loud. Who in the Human Realm’s Heavenly Dao Administration had the brilliant idea, no, the brain injury, to choose Xia Mengxue as the Human Realm’s Proxy?

That woman came with her own system, carried an absurdly strong destiny, and was cloaked in the blessings of great merit.

With qualifications like that, shouldn’t she have become the righteous path’s shining leader, guiding cultivators in the fight against the demon race?

But no, this woman did nothing but chase men and build her harem! Not a single serious thing to show for it!

And fine, if she wanted to play around, whatever. It was mutual stupidity to begin with.

But being played like a fool by the Demon Realm’s Proxy? That was simply disgraceful.

Still, in the end, both she and that demon proxy had been beaten so badly by that little devil Yan Jiuzhi that they were running with their tails between their legs.

That brat was terrifying. Righteous path, demonic path, even the devil clans, he slaughtered them all until the entire world trembled.

And now, with the demon gate still incomplete, they couldn’t even think about invading again.

Regardless of how chaotic the process was, the result was clear, the demonic invasion had been stopped.

Sure, they’d lost a few so-called  geniuses an young elites of the righteous path. 

But who cared? A so-called genius that could be tempted so easily wasn’t worth anything. If they died, they died, maybe next time they’d grow a spine.

There’s always another crop of idiots ready to sprout.

The next batch of “young sprouts” would be even greener and fresher.

But who could have guessed that in the end, that damned Xia Mengxue would pull off something as insane as reversing time itself?!

Now the barrier between worlds had a tear, and just a moment of temporal instability had somehow spawned another transmigrated girl!

And who knew if others had crossed or been reborn, too?

They had underestimated her. They’d thought her cheat was just some basic. National Merit System.

Who would’ve thought she could pull an artifact like that out of nowhere?

Idiocy wasn’t scary, what was scary was an idiot with a divine artifact!

The more he thought about it, the more his bl00d boiled.

Cheng Yuan silently cursed Xia Mengxue to high heaven. That woman had truly made a mess of his retirement.

He had been out of the game for centuries, and now he was forced to come back to clean up her disaster.

He had lived in this world before his identity and body were ready-made, so he was the most suitable candidate for the job.

But his restrictions were severe; he couldn’t even use spiritual power.

At most, he could observe the world through divine sense and not give the mortals here any hints.

Of course, the same rule applied to the demons. They couldn’t interfere in this world either.

So now, everything depended on the people of the Xuancang Realm themselves.

Still fuming, Cheng Yuan strode into the grand hall and threw himself onto the ornate seat at the top.

He looked around. The vast hall was empty.

That made him even angrier.

What? 

Not a single soul showed up, I disappear for fifteen hundred years, and everyone forgets I exist?

Meanwhile, against the biting wind and swirling snow, a group of people was trudging up the snowy peak.

Once at the summit, they straightened their robes, composed themselves, and entered the great hall in unison.

The moment they saw Cheng Yuan sitting above, his expression dark and unreadable, no one dared breathe too loudly. They bowed deeply.

We did not know the Patriarch had emerged from seclusion. We failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive us, Patriarch.

Cheng Yuan’s lips curled into a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Forgive you? Of course, I forgive you. After all, I’m just a lonely old man no one bothers to visit.”

“We wouldn’t dare! Please, Patriarch, calm your anger!”

Other than the sect master, everyone present was a Tribulation-stage elder of the Tai Xian Sect.

Each of them bowed even lower, not daring to speak out of turn.

Sweat trickled down the forehead of Venerable Cang Min, Cheng Yuan’s direct disciple. The moment his master had emerged, he’d ordered every Tribulation cultivator to gather.
Even those who were in deep, closed-door meditation had been forcibly summoned out.

Master… has something happened in the Xuancang Realm?
Could it be the demons are invading again?

Nothing that dramatic, Cheng Yuan replied lazily, reclining in his seat. 

It’s just that Heaven’s underpants got a little drafty.

Cang Min: Yup, this was definitely his master, the same old sarcastic tone as ever.

But wait… what did that even mean?

Heaven’s underpants got drafty?

Don’t tell him… the sky itself was leaking?!

Everyone exchanged bewildered looks.

Master, if I may ask. Where exactly is it leaking?

Since no one else dared speak, Cang Min had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Cheng Yuan, if you’ve got something to say, say it properly. Who are you trying to be cryptic with?

A crisp, elegant female voice echoed through the hall.

A woman in brilliant crimson palace robes appeared in a flash, Venerable Dikong.

Her beauty was breathtaking, every movement regal and graceful.

Greetings, Patriarch Dikong. The crowd bowed again.

Oh, it’s Kong Kong. Come here, it’s been ages since we caught up, Cheng Yuan grinned, gesturing for her to sit.

There was a lazy charm to his smile, a natural arrogance and flirtatious ease that seemed ingrained in his very bones.

Dikong’s face darkened.

This man, this eternal scoundrel, was over a thousand years old and still acted like a carefree playboy.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed, ready to scold him.

“Anyway, it’s nothing major,” Cheng Yuan drawled, cutting in. “The world barrier’s torn a little. I’m just here to have you all patch it up.”

The hall fell silent.

Nothing major?

The world barrier had cracked, which was nothing major.

No wonder he said Heaven’s underpants were leaking; that was exactly what this was.

When did the barrier break?” Dikong’s expression hardened. “How did it happen?”

Such an event could easily spiral into catastrophe, something that not even the heavens could predict.

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Chapter 12 — Even Heaven’s Underpants Are Full of Holes (Part 2)

“How would I know? Probably not that long ago,” Cheng Yuan replied lazily.

The sight of that smug, careless look on his face made Venerable Dikong’s bl00d pressure spike.

The worst part about this man was that he was both unreliable and reliable at the same time.

When he actually did something, it was flawless—utterly dependable.
But the way he acted every other moment? Enough to make anyone want to throw him off a cliff.

She was the spirit of the quasi-immortal artifact, the Dikong Mirror. Fifteen hundred years ago, this man had personally dissolved their contract and vanished without a word.

She had thought he was dead.

And yet here he was—alive, well, and still here to piss her off!

Dikong’s elegant hand curled into a fist, knuckles cracking. The moment she raised it, Cheng Yuan’s face shifted slightly, and he blurted—

“Hey, hey! Look at that temper of yours! Always ready to throw punches at the drop of a hat. You’re a quasi-immortal artifact, remember? Shouldn’t you be all enlightened and beyond mortal desires?”

With a deafening BOOM, the ornate chair Cheng Yuan had been sitting on exploded into splinters, shards of precious dark ironwood scattering across the floor.

Everyone: That… that was ten-thousand-year-old Dark Ironwood!

In the back, the sect master, who’d been trying to blend into the walls, twitched violently.

That chair alone was worth more spirit stones than my entire sect budget! Patriarch, please, if you must destroy things—destroy them precisely!

Luckily, Cheng Yuan’s body technique was still sharp even if his spiritual power was sealed. He dodged just in time—because if that punch had landed, his centuries-old face would’ve been bruised beyond recognition.

This woman’s temper is outrageous!

He glanced at the pile of broken wood chips, straightened his neck, and said stiffly, “I am working on a solution, aren’t I?”

Then, turning back toward the others, he clicked his tongue impatiently. “Tsk, what’s this? Only four people? How are we supposed to fix the barrier with four?

Which one of you is the current sect master? Send messages to the other nine sects and tell their old fossils to haul themselves over here. If they’re still breathing, they can still work.”

Sect Master Heng Yu bowed quickly, too terrified to correct him—there were actually five of them here, counting Cheng Yuan.

He immediately began transmitting messages. After all, this was about the safety of the entire Xuancang Realm—no one dared delay.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Cheng Yuan said nonchalantly, stretching his arms. “I can’t use spiritual power right now, or I’ll trigger a tribulation on the spot. So… the barrier repair’s up to you lot. I’ll just supervise.”

He said it so casually, so naturally, like the laziest foreman in history.

Everyone lowered their heads even further. Wow… the floor looked very interesting today. Their shoes spectacular craftsmanship, truly.

No one dared mention the fact that just minutes ago, Venerable Dikong had obliterated a chair in a fit of fury.

“Spread my word,” Cheng Yuan said, his tone slow and drawling but edged with unmistakable menace. “If any sect dares skip out or dawdle on the way, I’ll go to their mountain gate myself and set off fireworks.”

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking every inch the idle gentleman, but every word was dripping with threat.

Of course, he wasn’t about to actually set off fireworks. At the moment, he was a poor, weak, helpless old man who couldn’t even circulate qi.

But if someone did test his patience… well, that’s what disciples were for.

Heng Yu was drenched in cold sweat.

How on earth am I supposed to word that message politely?

He was truly suffering, caught between one domineering old ancestor and one unreliable younger one.

He needed to start grooming a successor immediately. He wanted out of this job.

When the other sect masters received the summons, their faces darkened.

The summoned ancestors, forced out of seclusion, looked equally grim. None of them dared to utter a complaint, though each one silently cursed their luck.

Grinding their teeth, the group of Tribulation-stage cultivators joined the repair effort for the shattered world barrier.

Of course, it wasn’t just because they feared Cheng Yuan’s threats.

Repairing the barrier benefited them directly. Heaven’s Dao would bestow merit upon anyone who took part.

Still… watching Cheng Yuan lounging around, “supervising” with that smug, lazy grin.

They all itched to punch that handsome face until it was swollen shut.

If only a Tribulation cultivator could make a move lightly.