How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 42

Li Xi was still fighting her way through the mysterious illusion, while outside, the people of Drunken Dust Peak were starting to panic.

Li Xi was missing.

Lin Shanlai and the others had returned from the Transmission Hall one after another, and at first, no one noticed anything strange.

After all, for cultivators, it wasn’t unusual to disappear for a few days or even a few years.

Lin Ruo had gone straight into seclusion to build her foundation after leaving the hall.

It wasn’t until Yan Jiuzhi came back that they realized something was wrong. Ever since they parted ways outside the Transmission Hall that day, Li Xi hadn’t been seen once.

Ten days had passed, and the Records Hall showed no sign of her leaving the sect.

Now, everyone began to truly panic.

Xiao Cui, who was now an outer disciple of Drunken Dust Peak, had always thought her young lady was still studying techniques inside the Transmission Hall.

She had no idea that Li Xi had actually gone missing. When she found out, she nearly burst into tears.

The joy Yan Jiuzhi had felt upon obtaining the heaven-grade movement technique Chasing Stars, Seeking Moon, evaporated completely.

His expression darkened, and in his eyes brewed a storm of restrained emotions. His thoughts tangled like restless waves impossible to calm.

Xiaoyou, however, didn’t seem particularly worried when he heard the news.

“What’s there to panic about? If she disappeared inside the sect, she’s not truly lost. We’ll just search where she was last seen. She’s probably trapped in some formation.”

Considering Li Xi’s skill with formations, that was entirely possible.

His calm tone steadied the others. Without wasting time, they rushed to the Transmission Hall.

When they thought back, there had been a barrier around the place, and an elder was standing guard perhaps someone had been advancing in cultivation? They hadn’t thought much of it then.

Now that they reconsidered… could it have been Li Xi?

Indeed, it was.

They watched as the Transmission Hall elder took out a memory mirror.

In the reflected scene, Li Xi stood at the entrance for a moment, then walked toward the stone stele and examined the inscriptions on it.

After reading for a while, she activated a movement technique and leaped gracefully between the rockery and the strange stones nearby.

Then the formation lines began to glow. The mysterious array came alive, and amidst the dazzling light, Li Xi’s figure slowly vanished.

“This little girl has excellent comprehension,” the elder said with a pleased stroke of his beard. “That stele has stood there for ten thousand years. It was left behind by our sect’s Venerable Huichi before his ascension his legacy in movement techniques, containing the laws of the Dao itself.

“Until now, no one has ever been fated enough to enter and comprehend it.”

That, in their eyes, was no crisis, it was a great fortune!

Their hearts finally eased. They’d simply been too anxious earlier and nearly lost their composure.

After all, within the sect, what real danger could there be?

Yan Jiuzhi also exhaled quietly. The moment he’d heard that Li Xi was missing, he’d nearly lost control of his killing intent.

Wei Yutong, standing beside him, let out a shaky breath. She had almost been scared to death by him.

She had wanted to say, How could anything happen inside the sect? But one look at Yan Jiuzhi’s expression and the murderous aura radiating from him shut her right up.

He looked just like the fearsome god of slaughter who had once swept through the entire Xuan Cang Realm.

Wei Yutong rubbed her chest and silently rejoiced that she lived far away from him.

Even if he ignored her completely, she was still terrified of being anywhere near him.

Since Li Xi was confirmed to be safe, Tao Wen and Wei Yutong were assigned to train under Master Jingxing.

Xiaoyou tossed Lin Shanlai and Yan Jiuzhi straight into his sword domain to cultivate.

The sect’s internal competition was approaching, and this time, Drunken Dust Peak would make a name for itself!

While everyone on Drunken Dust Peak prepared eagerly for the upcoming competition,

 Li Xi, still trapped within the formation, had already fought through one illusion after another.

With each battle, her understanding of the Dao grew faintly clearer, though she herself had no idea that this was “enlightenment.”

She only felt that life was beautiful, and she loved that feeling.

She loved the serenity of lakes and mountains, the gentle beauty of nature.
She also loved the ordinary sights of mortal life, the warmth of flickering lanterns and cooking smoke.

So when monsters broke that natural peace, she refused to allow it.
Her sword, in her hand, became her faith.

Because of that conviction, her swordsmanship, movement techniques, and cultivation all improved rapidly in the heat of battle.

Then one day, an immense surge of spiritual energy poured into her body like a raging flood.

Her dantian and meridians were continually expanded and reinforced under the force of that torrent, becoming tougher and more resilient.

Her movements grew faster, lighter her figure seemed to blur into the air, blending seamlessly with nature itself.

She moved silently, striking and vanishing among the monsters like a shadow in the night.

Her aura rose steadily, and finally, her meridians burst open. Completely spiritual power flowed through her body unhindered.

Her sword erupted with radiant energy. Silver sword qi bloomed like falling petals, soft and beautiful at first glance, yet razor-sharp beneath the surface.

Water-Wood Moonlight Sword Technique, Second Form: Falling Stars, Scattered Blossoms.

Success!

The monsters were all slain. The sky cleared, every shadow dispelled, leaving behind a bright, endless blue.

Li Xi sheathed her sword and closed her eyes slowly.

Her aura grew calm, her breathing even.
With each inhalation and exhalation, she seemed to melt into the world itself.

No one knew how much time passed before the steady thump of a heartbeat—thump, thump, thump echoed in her ears, drawing her consciousness back.

Something felt different in her mind.
She sensed… people around her?

Where was she?

Li Xi opened her eyes. For a moment, her gaze was dazed. When the world finally came into focus, she froze in shock.

Hadn’t she just been standing outside the Transmission Hall, looking at the stele?

What was going on now?

A quick look inward and she realized she’d formed her foundation!

It felt like a dream.

She had even unknowingly learned a new movement and footwork technique called the Ruosu Art.

Once mastered, it made one’s movements swift and near invisible, merging perfectly into the natural surroundings, moving silently and unseen while remaining acutely aware of every shift in the environment.

Wasn’t this the perfect “sneak-kill-on-a-dark-windy-night” technique?

After using a cleaning spell, Li Xi basked in smug satisfaction for a while before stepping out.

The first person she saw was Yan Jiuzhi, waiting right outside the formation.

Overjoyed, she darted toward him like a swallow returning to its nest.

“Third Senior Brother!”

Her voice brimmed with excitement; she had so much to tell him.

Catching the girl who had thrown herself into his arms, Yan Jiuzhi raised a finger to her lips before she could speak, gesturing for her to stay quiet and look around.

He knew her far too well if he didn’t stop her, she’d start recounting every single thing that happened inside the array on the spot.

But there were too many people here for that.

He himself had just emerged from his master’s sword domain to find that his little junior sister still hadn’t returned.

He’d assumed she’d miss the sect competition, but surprisingly, she’d come out just in time and judging from her aura, she’d even formed her foundation.

Li Xi finally calmed down and realized the area was filled with unfamiliar faces—fellow disciples she didn’t know.

Her cheeks turned pink.
What was going on?
Why were they all looking at her like that?

All these disciples had rushed over after hearing that someone had entered a Dao formation right at the Transmission Hall’s gate.

After all these years of passing in and out of that hall, who would’ve thought the greatest opportunity was sitting right at the entrance?!

A heaven-grade inheritance containing Dao principles, just casually placed outside the Transmission Hall what kind of sect did that?!

Now, rumors were spreading like wildfire could all those other stone steles around the sect be hiding secrets too?