How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 38

Chapter 38 

Inside the Grand Hall atop the main peak of Tai Xian Sect, all the peak masters and elders who had plans to take in disciples were gathered.

They had already seen the new disciples’ performances through the Water Mirror, and each of them had their own ideas brewing.

Xiaoyou rose to his feet, sweeping a cool glance around the hall his eyes sharp, silently warning the others not to even think about snatching his disciples.

This decade’s grand recruitment brought in a total of ninety-six disciples.

Aside from a few from the former Yunxiao Sect who were already predetermined to enter the inner sect, only thirteen others had met the qualifications.

The outer sect disciples had already been guided by the stewards to select their respective peaks.

Now, only the inner sect disciples were entering the hall one after another.

Sect Master Hengyu ignored the undercurrent of rivalry flowing between his fellow peak masters and addressed the disciples below in a calm tone:

“Tai Xian Sect’s disciple selection is a matter of mutual choice between you and the peaks. Neither side is to force the other.
If you already have a peak in mind, step toward it. If not, remain in the center.”

Lin Shanlai led his group straight toward Peak Master Xiaoyou of Drunken Dust Peak—something they had decided long before.

Only Gao Lang stepped toward Realman Mishang, the head of the Medical Hall, as he had promised.

Xiaoyou gave him a passing glance. Fine. The boy had already made his own decision early on. He only wanted Lin Shanlai anyway.

Moments later, several other peak masters sent him private voice transmissions through divine sense, trying to negotiate for a split.

Xiaoyou’s response? Split your head!

Not a chance. He didn’t mind taking in too many. In fact, he was already thinking about snatching a few more.

When Jin You saw all his friends running off to Drunken Dust Peak, he didn’t even think twice cheerfully bouncing after them.

Wei Yutong, on the other hand, was still torn. She had a wind spiritual root, meaning she could easily enter any elite peak.

But before she realized it, her feet were already following Jin You’s steps straight toward Drunken Dust Peak.

Wei Yutong: 

Ugh, all Jin You’s fault. That idiot had been dragging her up and down the mountains lately, calling it “body technique practice.

Now she’d gotten used to following him everywhere.

Seeing this, Xiaoyou threw back his head and laughed heartily, his arrogance radiating through the entire hall.

Ha! Who can compare to me now?

The other peak masters kept their faces composed serene and graceful but inside, their hearts were in chaos.

What’s going on? Did Drunken Dust Peak get blessed by the heavens this year?

All the best-qualified disciples had gone running to him!

A telepathic group chat quickly formed, and angry messages flooded the air.

【Xiaoyou, don’t you dare! You can’t just hoard all the good seedlings!】
【Bastard, fight me outside right now!】
【You shameless old drunk, share at least two of them! What are you trying to pull?】
【If you don’t give up two, I swear I’ll never let you off!】

Mixed among them was the Sect Master’s weary attempt to mediate:
【Enough, enough. They chose on their own let them be.】

Xiaoyou ignored them completely. Let them curse all they want he’d just take it as congratulations. His grin only grew wider and more unrestrained.

Sitting boldly at the head seat, radiating unshakable confidence, he turned to Lin Shanlai.

“I am Xiaoyou, Peak Master of Drunken Dust Peak.
Will you take me as your master?”

Lin Shanlai was overjoyed, dropping to his knees and performing a deep kowtow.

Disciple greets Master.

His aptitude was decent but his age was already high; entering one of the Ten Great Sects was fortune enough.

He never imagined he’d actually end up apprenticed to a Void-Refining cultivator.

He knew full well this opportunity came thanks to his fellow disciples’ connections—but that didn’t dull his gratitude.

Behind him, Lin Ruo and the others knelt as well, bowing in unison.

“Greetings, Grandmaster!”

Xiaoyou burst into a booming laugh.

“Good, good, good! From today onward, you’re all personal disciples of Drunken Dust Peak.
Out there in the world, don’t you dare tarnish my name!”

Sect Master Hengyu was speechless. Of course his brother would say something like that.

Instead of encouraging his disciples to cultivate diligently, he was worried about his reputation?

What reputation, exactly?

The title “Drunken Sword Lord” came from that time he got drunk and challenged an entire mountain by himself.

And now he wanted his disciples to “uphold” that name?

If anything, he was just teaching them to go out and pick fights!

Not to mention, when he killed demonic cultivators, he usually wiped them out to the last man leaving no one alive to interrogate.

Hengyu rubbed his temples. He really needed to train a successor soon, before his head exploded.

“Wei Yutong, you cultivate formation arts, don’t you?”

When she nodded, Xiaoyou turned to his second disciple.

“Then you take her as your personal disciple.”

Realman Jingxing didn’t particularly care about taking on apprentices, but since his master had spoken, he shrugged.

“Alright, fine.”

After all, she wasn’t a sword cultivator and array cultivators were lucrative.

Jingxing was a Nascent Soul cultivator, a renowned formation master across the Xuan Cang Realm.

Wei Yutong was ecstatic. She dropped to her knees, knocking her forehead against the floor.

In her previous life, she had also been a personal disciple, but of a mere Nascent Soul master and worse, her teacher was Xia Mengxue’s senior brother.

Even as a wind spiritual root cultivator, she had been neglected, constantly yielding her resources to Xia Mengxue.

Just thinking about it made her stomach churn.

But this life was different. Tai Xian Sect was everything she could have wished for.

Now that she’d found a true master, she swore to herself she would master formation arts and carve out her own shining path.

That left only Jin You.

After a moment’s thought, Jingxing sent a voice transmission to his master:

【That Jin You’s a metal spiritual root. He’s suited for artifact forging. How about letting Senior Sister take him? Might help keep her peak afloat.】

In other words his senior sister and her disciples were all weapon cultivators. They were broke. Giving her a disciple who could make money sounded like a good retirement plan.

Xiaoyou thought the idea was brilliant. He turned to Jin You and said:

“My eldest disciple, Lan Xun, is a blade cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, currently traveling abroad.
I’ll take you as her disciple on her behalf. How about that?”

Jin You, the self-proclaimed gossip king of the sect, of course knew who Lan Xun was.

Both his future master and senior brother were fearsome and domineering—he’d be able to strut sideways from now on!

If someone picked a fight, he could just call in his master or senior brother to handle it. Perfect!

The little chubby boy dropped to his knees in one smooth motion.

“Disciple greets Grandmaster! Greetings, Second Uncle-Master!”

Funny enough, Jin You had only gotten into forging because Li Xi had sweet-talked him into it.

He did have talent, but he hadn’t actually decided what path to take.

However, every time he showed Li Xi his work, she’d gush with praise turning even a crooked iron plate into a “masterpiece.”

Completely fooled, Jin You began to believe he was an unparalleled genius in the art of forging.

Meanwhile, Li Xi had no idea her third senior brother also practiced forging she just wanted a close friend to become her personal smith.

Thus, the future forging master Jin You had unwittingly chosen his lifelong path.

Xiaoyou handed each of them a gift a sword talisman crafted personally by him. For a sword cultivator, that was the best gift possible.

Considering their age, he’d chosen defensive ones capable of forming a sword-qi barrier strong enough to withstand three full-force strikes from a Void-Refining cultivator.

They’d last until the sword intent within was completely spent.

Jingxing also gave each disciple a high-grade defensive array disk of his own making.

Their side of the hall was full of laughter and smiles while the other peak masters were practically choking on jealousy, still cursing in their private group chat.

Only Realman Mishang, calm and composed, quietly accepted Gao Lang as her disciple. The faint upward curve of her lips betrayed her satisfaction as she gifted him a full set of high-grade medical tools.

By the end, every disciple had found their place, and this decade’s grand recruitment came to a close.

At least for Drunken Dust Peak, it was nothing short of perfect.