How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 20

Chapter 20 

The cultivation atmosphere in Cloudsky Sect had been unusually lively lately, especially for Li Xi, who was under special training every single day.

 When everyone else finished, she was still practicing.
When everyone else went to sleep… she didn’t even get to sleep!

Li Xi was suffering.

For the first couple of days, she clenched her teeth and told herself to stay strong.
By the third and fourth day, she was breathing through tears, chanting inwardly. 

Just a little longer, hold on a bit more.

But by the fifth day, Li Xi finally snapped.

Facing her meditating third senior brother, she nearly burst into tears.
Third Senior Brother! I’m a fifteen-year-old girl who’s still growing! If I don’t sleep, I’ll end up short and ugly.

Yan Jiuzhi didn’t even open his eyes. His posture was perfect, his tone calm as ever.
Don’t worry. Look at me I don’t sleep, and I’m still tall. As for ugly, that’s impossible.

Li Xi stared at his calm, jade-like face, feeling her heart sink into the cold abyss.
Worry your head! she screamed inwardly. Aaaah! I just want to sleep!

But no matter how unwilling she was, she could only bow down under the terrifying pressure of this “Great Demon King” of a senior brother.

He clearly had no plans to let her rest until he completely broke her habit of  cultivating while lying down.

Li Xi sighed to the heavens. It’s really not easy being the little junior sister of a powerhouse.

So she gave up resisting, and diligently sat in the courtyard every night, absorbing moonlight essence.
She didn’t even have the chance to doze off because the moment she started to nod, her “considerate” third senior brother would immediately wake her.

She used to think she was already quite hardworking. Now she knew there was always a higher level of diligence.

During the day, she was either tempering her body, practicing swordsmanship, sparring with her seniors, or refining pills.
She was busier than a spinning top barely had time to breathe.

At night, she still had to absorb the moonlight with full concentration.

And somehow, she later realized that even when she did accidentally fall asleep, her cultivation technique kept running almost as efficiently as when she was awake.

With such tireless effort, the results naturally came fast.

Her hand seals flew faster and smoother than ever so fast they blurred into afterimages. Even Li Xi herself was astonished.
Her alchemy became more stable too. Using Elder Gao’s cauldron, she hadn’t produced a single failed pill in ages, and the quality of her work was top-tier.

Elder Gao praised her endlessly and even declared he wanted to pass down his mantle to her.

But Li Xi had no time for that. She was way too busy.

Between body cultivation, movement techniques, sword practice, talisman drawing, and alchemy, her third senior brother made sure she had no chance to slack off.

Another two months passed like this. Autumn arrived, cool and refreshing.

After spinning like a top day and night, Li Xi finally broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refining!

When she excitedly showed her progress to her third senior brother, the great demon himself finally nodded in satisfaction, granting her the divine privilege of sleep.

Turns out, sometimes people really just need a little push. Look at how his little junior sister’s cultivation had soared, and her foundation was solid too.

Yan Jiuzhi was quite pleased.

As for Li Xi, she practically dove into bed, hugging her blanket tight and rolling around in pure joy.

She loved sleeping.
To her, it was the happiest thing in the world.

That night, she slept deeply, peacefully, blissfully without a single dream.

But the next morning, Cloudsky Sect received two unexpected visitors.

In the reception hall, Sect Master Lin Shanlai looked utterly dumbfounded. His voice cracked as he stammered.

You said what?!

“An  Ancestor?!”

He felt like his soul was about to leave his body. His legs went weak; he could barely stand as he stared wide-eyed at the two men before him.

One was a handsome young man with an easy, lazy smile. Though his cultivation couldn’t be sensed at all, the way he stood so casually made no one dare to underestimate him.

This man claimed to be their ancestor.

Their ancestor… from one thousand five hundred years ago?

The other man looked like a steady, dignified middle-aged cultivator.

Seeing his teacher insist on “acknowledging his descendants” right after fixing the realm barrier, he stepped forward to explain,
“Yes, my teacher’s Dao name is Chengyuan. He was the master of your Sect Founder, Li Yun. You should have records of him in your sect’s disciple register, right?”

“R-records? Oh, we do…” Lin Shanlai stammered.

He immediately ordered Elder Gao to bring out the Cloudsky Sect Disciple Register.

“Founder of Cloudsky Sect: Li Yun   disciple of Venerable Chengyuan.”

Both Lin Shanlai and Elder Gao froze on the spot, their minds turning to mush. For a long while, they didn’t even know how to react.

The man in front of them the one claiming to be their ancestor spoke calmly, his voice neither loud nor soft, yet every word seemed to echo through the hall.

The cultivation method you’re practicing now, the Carefree Scripture was also created by me,”he said with a faint smile. “It’s now used as an introductory technique for disciples of the Tai Xian Sect.

After the great Human Demon War fifteen hundred years ago, I went into seclusion to heal. Only upon emerging did I learn that my disciple taken in while I was training in the mortal world had founded a sect of his own.

He lacked talent, and now that he’s long passed, it’s only right that I bring his descendants back to the Tai Xian Sect.

Chengyuan’s face was the perfect picture of a compassionate elder mourning his beloved disciple.

The middle-aged man standing beside him, whose Dao name was Cang Min, was himself a Tribulation-Stage patriarch of the Tai Xian Sect. At that moment, he kept his gaze lowered, expression calm, saying nothing.

Inwardly, though, he was silently grumbling: What an actor, truly. Didn’t you say before that fate had run its course and there was no need to interfere? And now you’re here playing the doting master?

Still, knowing his teacher, he also knew Chengyuan never did anything without purpose. If he wanted to acknowledge these juniors, there must be a reason.

Lin Shanlai, meanwhile, moved quickly. Before long, all of Cloudsky Sect’s disciples were gathered in the main hall to meet their so-called ancestor.

They entered the hall full of confusion, exchanging nervous glances.

Chengyuan’s eyes swept across the group and for a brief instant, they lingered on Li Xi. His expression shifted, unreadable, before his gaze finally settled on his true focus: Yan Jiuzhi.

Yan Jiuzhi stepped forward calmly, his face composed though his mind was taut with unease.

In his previous life, he had roamed the Xuan Cang Realm for years, fought countless battles but he had never heard of any such ancestor.

The disciples knelt neatly in unison and saluted.

“Greetings, Patriarch!”

“Rise.”

Venerable Chengyuan sat poised in his black Daoist robe, serene and dignified, a faint, kindly smile curving his lips like a benevolent elder watching over his descendants.

One by one, he offered them gifts, each gesture graceful and refined, every movement bearing the air of an immortal.

Lin Ruo received a Bone-Cleansing and Marrow-Washing Pill. Her eyes widened in delight as she bowed deeply in thanks.

Tao Wen was presented with a jade-green flute. The material was unknown, its texture both ancient and elegant, faint sigils glowing across its surface.

Tao Wen’s background was humble his father had once been a scholar before tragedy struck their family. He’d been taken in by the sect as a child. Though he’d long abandoned scholarly life, the memory of learning flute from his father was still vivid.

Now, holding this beautiful instrument, his heart brimmed with joy. He bowed again and again, thanking the Patriarch sincerely.

But Yan Jiuzhi’s mind churned with shock and unease.

His second senior brother in his previous life had been none other than the infamous “Ghost Flute Scholar” of the Xuan Cang Realm. A single haunting note could steal a person’s life without them ever realizing it.

A man of such terrifying renown…

So why had none of this ever happened before?

Why had this so-called “ancestor” never appeared in his past life?

And why… had he chosen to give that flute to his second senior brother?