How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 14.1

The spring sunlight was warm and gentle. Life was stirring once more, the breeze carried a hint of sweetness, and the chirping of birds filled the air.

Li Xi stood in the courtyard, holding up an amber bead her Third Senior Brother had given her, turning it in the sunlight to study it closely.

The light passed through the bead, making it gleam with crystal clarity, its surface glowing faintly golden. Inside, something seemed to ripple and flow like liquid, hazy and hard to make out.

She had tried to recognize it with her bl00d countless times, yet the bead remained utterly unresponsive.

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to give up. There was something irresistibly alluring about it she had to find out what was hidden within.

Her Third Senior Brother looked like a man shrouded in mystery, the kind who always had a secret or two. He’d even taken out several cultivation manuals perfectly suited to each of them, claiming he’d obtained them in a secret realm.

She didn’t believe a word of it.

What kind of secret realm conveniently produced cultivation techniques tailored to every disciple of their sect?

And yet, everyone else believed him without question.

Li Xi could only marvel at the power of blind faith.

After all, anything gifted by a true expert could never be ordinary. She resolved to study this bead thoroughly and maybe, tonight, try channeling moonlight into it.

It was true that the manuals had come from a secret realm, but what no one knew was that during his recovery, Yan Jiuzhi had personally rewritten every single one.

In his previous life, he had cultivated all the way to the Nascent Soul stage using methods he himself had modified.

He had an instinct for such things after seeing enough, he began to understand the deeper patterns behind them.

Now fully recovered, his attention turned back to the mysteries hidden within their sect. They hadn’t uncovered much yet, but to prevent any future trouble once they did, he modified the illusion array he’d previously set up turning it into one that concealed, confused, defended, and locked in spiritual energy all at once.

Xia Mengxue’s compensation to Yunxiao Sect had included twenty thousand mid-grade spirit stones and a variety of rare forging materials an immense fortune for their struggling sect.

As for what she’d given him personally: four extremely rare spiritual herbs.

Two could help their master repair his damaged core. The other two extended lifespan treasures that could fetch sky-high prices at any major auction, the kind of items one could search for a lifetime and never find.

Yan Jiuzhi couldn’t help but laugh softly. That woman really knows how to play her cards.

Everything she gave him was chosen with uncanny precision perfectly addressing his immediate needs.

And yet, every single item was carefully selected to not enhance his cultivation or combat strength in any way.

She was considerate, yes but also calculating.

She’d covered all angles flawlessly, leaving him no reason to refuse.

Now that their debts were settled, he no longer intended to pursue her. But if she ever provoked him again, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

As for her accomplices? They hadn’t paid any “life-saving money.” Their deaths were still owed.

Especially that so-called Senior Brother Yu, the one who’d wanted to silence everyone afterward.

He’d silence him one day, all right.

But that was a matter for the future. Right now, his focus was on rebuilding and strengthening the sect.

Having preserved the Yunxiao Sect this time, he intended to advance to Foundation Establishment soon, then venture into secret realms and perilous lands in search of the remaining herbs to repair his master’s core.

Elder Gao would also need to attempt his own breakthrough to the Golden Core stage.

Dark forces would grow stronger in the years ahead. If Yunxiao Sect’s disciples didn’t have power, they wouldn’t survive the coming chaos.

At present, he was still the most gifted among them.

In his past life, he’d learned only later that he wasn’t a Five-Spirit-Root cultivator as everyone thought, but a Chaos Root no wonder he’d always progressed so fast.

Next in potential was Fourth Junior Brother, Lin Zewu an exceptional single Fire Root talent.

Yan Jiuzhi’s feelings toward him were complicated. In his past life, Lin Zewu’s body was the only one he’d never found. Much later, he saw him alive, standing beside Xia Mengxue in the robes of a direct disciple of Changyue Sect.

He’d blocked Yan Jiuzhi again and again, insisting she was innocent.

 She wasn’t the one who provoked the Snow Soul Fox, Lin had said.  It was the other senior brothers. She’s blameless, you’ve already avenged them, let her go.”

He could still hear those words, see that face.

Ha.

Innocent?

Didn’t he know who the Snow Soul Fox belonged to? Was he blind?

Even their Second Senior Brother, who’d turned into a ghost cultivator, never forgot to seek vengeance so why did Lin think he could just let it go?

He’d been raised since infancy by their master, loved and protected by them all, and yet grew into that.

This time, things were different. Still, Yan Jiuzhi could never look at him as the beloved little junior he once was.

Oh well he wasn’t the youngest anymore anyway.

Now they had a Little Junior Sister.

She, with her dual Water and Wood roots, would one day become a pillar of the sect. He would make sure she was cultivated properly.

At that exact moment, Li Xi shivered violently while studying the bead, glancing up at the bright sun.

“What’s going on? A spring chill?

Night fell.

The full moon rose high, its light cascading like silver water. The gentle radiance poured over the mysterious bead in Li Xi’s palm.

Under the moonlight, the bead shimmered with a soft, watery blue glow completely different from its golden hue during the day.

Clearing her mind, Li Xi focused all her attention. She gathered her spiritual energy and divine sense, slowly channeling both into the bead.

As moonlight bathed her, she felt herself drifting into a strange, wondrous realm.

A murmur like running water brushed past her ears. A faint fragrance of blossoms lingered at her nose fresh, ethereal, intoxicating.

Then, suddenly, an immense wave of knowledge surged into her mind, vast and boundless as a rushing river.

Water Moon Immortal Arts of the Twin Roots.

It was an inheritance.

A cultivation technique meant only for women with perfectly attuned Water and Wood roots and an affinity with the light of the moon itself.

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