How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Life and study at the Taixian Sect’s Disciples’ Hall followed a strict, orderly rhythm. Every disciple’s schedule was packed to the brim.

Having just joined, the new master-and-disciple group soaked up knowledge like sponges.

Neither Tao Wen nor Lin Ruo felt the slightest discomfort being surrounded by a bunch of nine-year-old children. On the contrary, they even took the initiative to ask questions whenever something confused them, which quickly won the youngsters’ approval.

The Disciples’ Hall occupied an entire mountain peak, spacious and vibrant, with waterfalls and flowing springs everywhere.

Every day, Xiaocui trained her body beneath a waterfall, running up and down the mountain with heavy loads strapped to her back, never stopping to rest.

She was the only body cultivator among this batch of new disciples.

Even within the entire Taixian Sect, body cultivators were rare. After all, body cultivation was grueling, and the Taixian Sect’s people were known for their love of comfort, not for seeking suffering.

Watching her train so hard every day, many disciples couldn’t help but admire her but none of them were willing to follow her example.

Was gossip not entertaining enough?
Were the sect’s snacks not delicious enough?

Still, everyone liked her. Xiaocui was constantly being “fed” by her fellow disciples out of sympathy.

They thought she had it too rough and needed extra nourishment.

Some even helped her grab more food at the dining hall after all, a body cultivator’s appetite was much larger than theirs.

Li Xi found her fellow disciples absolutely adorable.

Originally, Xiaocui had only been her maid, not a disciple of Yunxiao Sect. Her aptitude was mediocre a five-element root but because she passed the Path of Seeking Immortality, she qualified to become an outer disciple.

When Li Xi entered the sect, she immediately renamed herself “Li Cui,” and that was that. Becoming an outer disciple in one of the Ten Great Sects was already far better than being an inner disciple in most ordinary ones.

However, this left Li Xi herself in a bit of a bind she now had to make time every day to learn how to style her own hair.

After all, she had proudly declared she no longer needed Xiaocui to serve her and that the girl should focus on cultivation.

The problem was Li Xi only knew how to tie a ponytail or a simple bun. Those intricate styles like the “Celestial Maiden Knot” or “Golden Ingot Coil” were beyond her.

Thankfully, the standard Daoist bun was simple enough; she’d managed to master that one.

As for the other complicated styles too time-consuming.

She had no idea how Xiaocui used to finish them so perfectly in such a short time.

She certainly couldn’t do it herself.

That morning, she was about to head to class, hair barely tied in a loose bun, when Lin Ruo quickly pulled her into her room to redo it.

Yan Jiuzhi, just returning from sword practice, paused at the door: 

Li Xi poked her head out the window, hair still half undone, and asked miserably, “Third Senior Brother, is there seriously no magic tool that can automatically make your hair look good?”

He paused, thinking.

Wasn’t there a spirit beast called the Thousand-Silk Spider? Trained properly, it could weave countless hairstyles…

Yan Jiuzhi pondered the idea more seriously than he’d like to admit. His little junior sister really did seem like she needed one.

Maybe, the next time they explored a secret realm, he should try to find her one.

At that moment, he was profoundly grateful the sect assigned every inner disciple a puppet servant to handle daily chores.

Otherwise, when Xiaocui moved up to the Outer Hall, how would his little junior sister survive? She could barely manage on her own!

Li Xi, of course, had no idea that her reputation as a “domestic disaster” had already taken firm root in everyone’s minds.

If she did, she’d have argued vehemently that she wasn’t helpless at all.

In her past life, she’d been an orphan, independent and self-sufficient. She just hadn’t had a chance to show it this time around.

Well, except for the hairstyling part. That was indeed her weak spot.

But even if she tried to explain, no one would believe her.

In the eyes of her fellow Yunxiao disciples, she was the very image of a pampered young lady who couldn’t do chores, couldn’t take care of herself, and even needed to bring her maid along for cultivation.

Which was why, whenever they went out on expeditions later, no one ever let her handle any task.

Li Xi herself had no awareness of this at all. She thought she was doing amazingly.

She had an inheritance, could refine pills, draw talismans, and wield a sword. If her younger brother from her previous life were here, she’d absolutely knock him flat.

These days, she was thriving in the Disciples’ Hall except for one person she just couldn’t get along with.

Wei Yutong.

That day, Wei Yutong entered the classroom in a flowing pale-green moonlit gown, jeweled hairpins glimmering among her glossy hair.

As she passed Li Xi, her gaze drifted, almost imperceptibly, over Li Xi’s messy bun.

Their eyes met for a few seconds an invisible tension flickered between them.

Then both smiled politely and nodded.

They had confirmed it with a glance not each other’s kind of person.

Hmph! Wei Yutong was two years younger and supposedly the pampered daughter of some great Wei family.

As if Li Xi couldn’t tell she was mocking her.

Ever since Li Xi started doing her own hair, Wei Yutong had made a habit of strolling past her every day, all dolled up.

Look at that outfit carefully chosen, no doubt.

That hairstyle must take her ages every morning.

And that coordinated gown was definitely planned down to the tiniest detail.

Li Xi fumed inwardly. So what if she only knew one hairstyle?

Her face was beautiful enough!

Meanwhile, Wei Yutong sat down gracefully, glancing at Li Xi with veiled disdain.

So that’s it? She doesn’t even know how to dress up far worse than me.

At first, she had thought Li Xi was another Xia Mengxue type spoiled and coddled by every senior in her sect, even the seven-year-old Lin Zewu.

But now she realized she’d been wrong.

Xia Mengxue knew exactly how to use her charm every detail, from hairpin to shoes, oozed careful design.

Li Xi, on the other hand, couldn’t even manage her own hair. She wore the same disciple robe every day and didn’t flirt with anyone.

And yet Wei Yutong still couldn’t like her.

Sometimes, people just didn’t vibe.

Three years ago, she’d been on the verge of joining the Changyue Sect. But when the time came, she’d thrown a fit and refused to go insisting on waiting three years to enter Taixian Sect instead.

After all, Taixian Sect didn’t have those brainless idiots fawning over Xia Mengxue. It was perfect for her.

Changyue Sect was full of lunatics and didn’t deserve a genius like her anyway.

She’d thought that by entering Taixian Sect, she could finally enjoy a peaceful cultivation life.

Then she saw him.

Yan Jiuzhi.

The very same Killing God who had turned the entire Xuancang Realm upside down.

In her past life, just hearing the titles “Killing God,” “Mad Sword,” or “Butcher of Xuancang” had been enough to send chills down anyone’s spine and they all referred to him.

She had to physically restrain herself from screaming when she saw him, staring at him like she’d seen a ghost.

And that man following behind him wasn’t that the Ghost-Flute Scholar, Tao Wen?!

Did they think she wouldn’t recognize him just because his face was calm and his demeanor gentle?

How on earth had they ended up joining Taixian Sect?!

And that short one at the back wasn’t he Lin Zewu, Xia Mengxue’s number-one lapdog in her last life?

Could it be that Xia Mengxue hadn’t gone after the Snow Soul Fox this time, and that’s why Yan Jiuzhi’s entire sect survived?

After some subtle questioning of Jin You, the sect’s gossip king, she learned the truth: they’d all been personally brought in by Ancestors Chengyuan and Cang Min.

But why hadn’t that happened in her last life?

She couldn’t figure it out.

She’d always admired Yan Jiuzhi in a way determined, unstoppable, lethal. No one could stand in his way once he set his mind on killing Xia Mengxue.

In her previous life, countless disciples of the Changyue Sect had died under his sword, as well as many heirs of noble families and members of other sects all of them foolish enough to throw themselves in front of his blade for Xia Mengxue.

In her opinion, they’d gotten exactly what they deserved.

But Tao Wen, the Ghost-Flute Scholar he was another story.

He was both a sound cultivator and a ghost cultivator, a mass attacker.

Back then, she had nearly died from one of his flute songs.

Sure, he hadn’t meant to kill her he’d been after Xia Mengxue, and she’d just had the bad luck of being assigned to the same trial group.

Xia Mengxue had survived unscathed. She, however, had spent over ten years healing her damaged spirit sense, barely recovering to seventy percent by the time she died, still stuck in the Golden Core stage.

Truly, any story involving Xia Mengxue ended in tears.

Now, she had finally escaped that mad sect and its brainless followers…

Only to find herself in the same sect as these ruthless monsters.

Inside, Wei Yutong wept silently.

All she could do was comfort herself: It’s fine. I’m safe now. I just need to build good relationships with them.

At least… enough to keep my head intact.