How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 29

Chapter 29 

Inside the grand hall of Tai Xian Sect, the Sect Master and the elders were gathered around, studying the Evil Suppression Formation Plate.

Just then, news arrived from the Spiritual Root Testing Hall and as soon as they heard it, everyone’s faces lit up with delight.

They had known it! The Patriarch might have a bit of a temper well, perhaps  unrestrained was the better word but there was no way he would ever make a losing deal.

Just by accepting those three disciples with top-grade spiritual roots, even if the rest were only three , four , or five root cultivators, it was already more than worth it.

An absolute win. The Patriarch truly had divine foresight!

And that disciple with the Sword Heart Body wouldn’t the sect’s sword cultivators start fighting each other just to take him as a disciple?

Indeed, before long, one elder was already making his move.

My Bamboo Peak is spacious, and this old man loves teaching disciples. Why don’t we let these newcomers come to my peak?

The Peak Lord of Drunken Dust Peak, Zhaoyou, immediately snorted. “Old Qingmo, didn’t you hear what the Sect Master said? They were promised to my Drunken Dust Peak from the start!

And I have time to teach disciples too. That Lin Shan fellow looks promising, dual Gold and Fire roots, a perfect fit for my personal disciple.”

The other elders cursed silently in their hearts. Shameless old fox!

If he took Lin Shan, he’d automatically get three top-tier spiritual-root grand-disciples, including one with the Sword Heart Body. What a sweet deal that would be!

Even Sect Master Heng Yu was beginning to regret his earlier decision. He had spent so much effort convincing his senior brother to let him place the Yunxiao Sect group under Zhaoyou’s care.

Now, thinking of all the precious resources he had given up, his heart ached. After all, he could’ve taken disciples too!

And of course, Elder Qingmo wasn’t the only one trying to poach. The peak lords of Dan Peak and Artifact Peak soon joined in the scramble.

“That girl with the Water and Wood roots didn’t someone say she’s talented in alchemy? Let her come to my Dan Peak. I’ll teach her personally. 

Ancestor Chengyuan has already spoken, said Real Person Mishang coldly, her demeanor calm and frosty. “The girl with the Water and Wood roots carries an inherited legacy she’s clearly suited for medical cultivation.

Venerable Yunzhong himself expressed interest in guiding her. It would be most fitting for her to join our Medical Hall.”

The one with the Fire root should come to my Artifact Peak, another elder cut in. That boy has the look of a craftsman about him.

If they couldn’t snatch all three, grabbing even one would be a victory!

 In your dreams, Zhaoyou rolled up his sleeves.  They’re all mine.

The air crackled with tension as sparks practically flew between them, and the Sect Master had to intervene before fists or swords started flying. He was inwardly groaning; there wasn’t a single person in this sect who didn’t give him a headache.

In the end, of course, none of them could outmatch Zhaoyou. For one, he was a sword cultivator his combat strength was far above theirs.

And secondly, this arrangement had already been decided beforehand. Back then, no one had wanted to take in this ragtag group.

Now, they were all biting their tongues in regret, forced to swallow their frustration while Zhaoyou’s smug grin shone like the sun.

Zhaoyou looked completely refreshed and satisfied. Heh, try stealing from me now no chance.

In truth, within Tai Xian Sect, disciples weren’t strictly bound to follow the same cultivation path as their masters.

If a disciple wanted to learn something different, say, alchemy or forging, they could simply go study under another elder or uncle who specialized in that field.

Still, though no one dared to fight inside the hall, once Zhaoyou stepped outside, all the sword cultivators who’d lost their chance immediately came for him.

After all, who wouldn’t want to take in a disciple with a Sword Heart Body?

It quickly escalated into a full-blown battle one after another, like a relay match.

The Sect Master, watching the chaos unfold, could only nurse a headache and issue a strict order: no fighting within the sect grounds.

If they wanted to fight, they could go elsewhere but if they so much as damaged a single plant within the sect, he’d deduct their monthly stipends.

And they would pay for every bit of destruction. Pay!

The sword cultivators, known for spending all their money on sword maintenance, were far from wealthy. Paying compensation was absolutely out of the question…

So the battlefield simply shifted to somewhere outside the sect.

Meanwhile, at the Administrative Hall, Li Xi and her fellow disciples were receiving their starter supplies as official disciples.

Each of them was handed a sound transmission jade slip, a storage pouch, a flying sword, a handful of spirit stones, medicinal herbs for spirit baths, disciple robes, and a copy of the sect rules.

As expected of a great sect the benefits were astonishingly generous for recruits.

The shock from the aptitude testing had barely faded, and now, after hearing about their disciple benefits, everyone was dazed, their expressions blank with disbelief.

Just a few months ago, they’d still been in Yunxiao Sect eating pickled radishes and salted vegetables.

And now, they were officially recognized as inner disciples of Tai Xian Sect.

A year later, after graduating from the Disciples’ Hall, they could even choose their own residences and the sect would build the houses for free.

Of course, those with special requests could pay extra for custom construction.

They would also receive monthly stipends, and all resources within the sect could be exchanged at far better rates than outside.

Any treasures they couldn’t use during their adventures could be traded back to the sect.

Completing missions with high performance would earn them extra rewards, and they could freely sign up for the various sect trials.

The Disciples’ Hall also offered open classes anyone could attend at any time.

If, for example, one suddenly wanted to learn how to detect spiritual stone mines, they could either head to the library or simply register for the course directly.

“The curriculum at Taixian Sect’s Disciples’ Hall is incredibly diverse.

You can learn practically anything here, it’s far beyond what those small sects or rogue cultivators could ever offer.

Even in medical studies, the head of the Healing Hall personally comes to teach classes,” said the attending disciple proudly, his tone full of unconcealed pride.

Li Xi felt as though she had already reached the peak of her life.

It was like a mutt from a mountain village suddenly moving to a top-tier city. She now had status, money, a ride (a flying sword), a house, and endless opportunities to learn new skills.

Lin Shanlai and the others seemed to share her feelings.

So this… was the foundation of a prestigious sect?

Since entering Taixian Sect, Yan Jiuzhi had remained calm and composed.

From the moment he crossed the threshold, he had been quietly observing—taking note of the sect’s layout, the arrangement of its disciples, and the attitude of its members toward newcomers.

Taixian Sect was one of the top ten sects in the Xuancang Realm, though people outside often jokingly called it the “Too-Idle Sect.”

Its reputation? “Loves comfort,” “enjoys watching drama,” and “ferociously protective of its own.”

Indeed, this was the kind of sect where—if you hit a junior, an elder would immediately show up to hit you back.

Looking down at the disciple identity token in his hand, a flicker of amusement crossed Yan Jiuzhi’s eyes.

In his previous life, he had never joined a sect again after leaving his first. Now, he couldn’t find any fault here—the treatment was excellent, and his master and fellow disciples could cultivate in peace.

Staying here… seemed only natural.

In his past life, his impression of Taixian Sect disciples had always been the same: they loved watching excitement—and ran fast when trouble came.

And that excitement they loved to watch?

It had been his.

Or rather, it had been the spectacle surrounding the famed beauty Xia Mengxue—he had only been the man chasing her down, yet somehow they’d found him just as entertaining.

And now, he was one of them…

“Third Senior Brother, come here! Leave a mark of your divine sense on my transmission jade slip!” Li Xi’s voice was bright with excitement.

Wasn’t this basically a cultivator’s version of a smartphone?

Once you added a friend, you could chat instantly! She had even checked it earlier—there was an entire sect forum with tons of posts. She couldn’t wait to browse them later.

Those old-fashioned voice transmission talismans were nothing compared to this.

And the storage pouch—so much larger than her old one, and prettier too.

Her new flying sword shimmered with a faint spiritual glow, clearly far superior to the one she used before.

But what Li Xi loved most was the disciple robe.

It was a bright, sky-blue color, light and flowing with an elegant design that looked equally good on men and women.

The fabric was soft and smooth, inscribed with protective arrays that made it resistant to fire and water.

Beneath it was a pure white inner layer, and the belt and robe hems were a deeper blue, embroidered with delicate gold patterns that gleamed beautifully under the light.

In Taixian Sect, the embroidery on the robes signified one’s status.

Personal disciples had more intricate, luxurious patterns to show their special rank.

Li Xi felt as though she had fallen into a vat of happiness—like a mouse that had tumbled into a sack of rice.

She really, really loved it here.

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