How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 43

The entrance of the Transmission Hall was packed with layer upon layer of people so crowded and noisy that it put any mortal marketplace to shame.

Disciples of the Taixian Sect had always loved a good spectacle, and since this was happening right within their own sect, they didn’t even need to pretend to look dignified as they did in public. The group chat of divine senses was already exploding with excitement.

They all spoke at once, chattering and firing off questions nonstop.

In the center of that chaos stood Li Xi, completely bewildered.

It wasn’t until the white-bearded elder of the Transmission Hall came over that she finally learned what was going on.

“You did well, little one,” the elder said cheerfully, his long beard trembling with laughter. “I can say I’ve witnessed history today.”

Li Xi immediately bowed respectfully. “Thank you, Elder, for guarding me while I cultivated.”

Then, a bit uncertain, she asked.

 “Elder… can I talk about how I went in and what happened inside?”

“Of course,” the elder replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Even if you wanted to explain the technique itself, you wouldn’t be able to. But this old man is very curious about your experience.”

He looked at her like a mischievous old child and even winked.

Li Xi’s mood instantly brightened. “Then I’ll go grab something to eat first, and after that I’ll tell everyone all about it!”

She wrinkled her nose and tugged lightly at Yan Jiuzhi’s sleeve.

“Senior Brother, I’m starving~”

One of the onlooking disciples chuckled. “No wonder! You’ve been in there for two whole months. Tomorrow’s the sect competition, you know.”

“What?! Tomorrow’s the sect competition? It’s already October?!” Li Xi turned to her senior brother in shock.

When he nodded to confirm, she felt her head spin.

She had just formed her foundation and hadn’t learned anything yet… and now there was going to be a competition?

Well, whatever. The bridge would straighten itself when it reached the river. Right now, food comes first.

The group made quite the scene as they escorted her to the dining hall, a noisy parade of excited disciples.

By the time they arrived, word had already spread, and even more disciples were hurrying over to join them.

It was mid-afternoon, not yet mealtime, but the kitchen cultivators who had already heard the news had specially prepared a grand meal of spiritual delicacies just for Li Xi.

They were dying of curiosity, too, and could hardly wait to hear her story.

When Lin Shanlai and the others arrived, the dining hall was already packed.

Li Xi, however, didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. Her fellow disciples were all happily pulling out snacks and spirit fruits, chatting and eating like it was a festival.

It was the kind of scene you’d never find in any other sect, but in the Taixian Sect, it was completely normal.

When Wei Yutong saw that Li Xi had actually reached Foundation Establishment, her eyes burned with envy. Her determination to cultivate harder had never been stronger she absolutely refused to be outdone!

“Senior Sister Li, you’re really something,” Jin You said with an exaggerated wink. “You’ve practically made the whole sect explode with gossip!”

He now called her Senior Sister smoothly and naturally, after all, he’d been accepted into the sect last.

Xiao Cui, meanwhile, sat beside Li Xi with a pair of chopsticks, carefully adding dishes to her bowl.

Her young lady always told her she didn’t need to serve her anymore but Xiao Cui genuinely enjoyed looking after her. Seeing her miss eat so happily gave her a deep sense of satisfaction.

After eating and drinking her fill, Li Xi grabbed a stool and sat right in the center of the crowd, ready to share her story how she’d entered the formation and what she’d experienced inside.

Years later, she would realize that this was actually her first Dao discourse.

But right now, she was simply talking for fun, without the slightest sense that what she said carried insight into the Dao.

Yan Jiuzhi’s lips curved faintly as he watched his lively junior sister. When she got excited, her face and gestures became especially vivid and animated utterly endearing.

“So you were just following your heart while inside the Dao formation?” he asked.

“Of course,” Li Xi said with a grin. “I just did whatever I felt like doing.”

She’d never been one to force herself happiness mattered most.

“Indeed,” he nodded. “The Dao follows nature, and to follow one’s heart is to walk the path of truth.”

“To act by one’s heart,” added the white-bearded elder, stroking his beard thoughtfully, “doesn’t mean to indulge every whim. The heart must still be guided by principles of good and evil. Only by holding firm to your Dao heart can you truly walk your own path.”

“So it’s about following your heart without succumbing to selfish desires acting freely but never abandoning your moral compass?”

One disciple after another began offering their insights, and before anyone realized it, Li Xi’s casual storytelling had turned into a full-blown Dao discussion conference.

Before long, the Dao conference somehow evolved… into a barbecue.

There were just too many people present, so during dinner time, the kitchen staff decided to host an impromptu outdoor cookout.

Each of them could control a dozen grills at once, so there was no shortage of food for anyone.

Li Xi, of course, was the center of attention every freshly grilled delicacy was handed to her first.

Jin You and the others benefited greatly just by sticking close to her.

Wei Yutong, in her usual luck, managed to poke her lip with a bamboo skewer but she didn’t care in the slightest. She was used to small mishaps by now.

She loved this sect dearly it brought her fortune!

The disciples who arrived late were full of regret. They missed both the barbecue and the story, and they begged Li Xi to tell it again.

Li Xi tilted her head, thought for a moment, and nodded. “I’ll just post it on the sect forum tonight.”

No one knew what a “post” was, but the meaning was easy enough to grasp. From then on, that’s what everyone called it.

That night, the Taixian Sect’s internal forum had a brand-new pinned thread at the top:

Title: Shock! The Stone Stele Outside the Transmission Hall Is Actually.

Later, she even followed up with another post titled:

“Help! A Heaven-Grade Technique Has Fallen in Love With Me!”

From that moment on, the entire forum’s tone changed forever.

Before, the posts had dignified titles like  The Bl00d Case of the Huang Village,  

Applications of Feng Shui in Formation Theory  or The Mysterious Incident at Li Town.

After Li Xi’s influence, everything turned into wild titles like Shock, The Village Widow  Actually or  My Forbidden Romance with a Ghost Inside a Feng Shui Array.

Li Xi single-handedly corrupted the entire sect’s forum.

Yan Jiuzhi stared speechlessly at her posts.
Where did his junior sister even learn all these bizarre phrases?

It was a legitimate heaven-grade inheritance an enlightenment experience with Dao laws yet she’d turned it into some dramatic story of “you chase, I flee, we battle and fall in love.”

Watching her now, lying lazily on a reclining chair in the Moonlight Cultivation Room, completely relaxed, he wondered why he’d even come.

Back in Yunxiao Sect, when they trained at night, it was always in the courtyard a public place.

But this Moonlight Cultivation Room was her private space.
Being alone here with her felt strangely… awkward.

Li Xi, however, felt no awkwardness at all.

The Moonlight Cultivation Room was simply too beautiful it had captured all her attention.

It felt as though there were no walls or ceiling at all.
Gentle moonlight poured down like silver rain, and the stars glittered endlessly across the sky.

She closed her eyes, spread her arms, and let herself be bathed in the cool, ethereal glow, her whole being at peace.

After she’d soaked in the beauty for a while, she sat up slowly.

“Senior Brother, let me tell you something~”

Her tone was lazy and carefree, and she began to chatter away, finally spilling all the things she hadn’t said earlier her confusion, her fear, her moments of hesitation, and even the selfish thoughts she was ashamed to admit.

She held nothing back, unafraid of being judged or ridiculed.

Yan Jiuzhi listened quietly, the chill of his usual demeanor softened under the tranquil moonlight.

His gaze was gentle as he occasionally offered his thoughts, comforting her, affirming her choices.

After all, how many people in this world could truly claim to be fearless?

Her honesty made her all the more real. Even the Dao formation itself had acknowledged her heart; otherwise, she would never have comprehended the Ruosu Technique.

Many so-called acts of bravery were just the lack of any other choice.

Just like him in his past life.

At first, he’d only wanted revenge to kill Xia Mengxue.

But step by step, he found himself standing against the demonic path, the righteous path, and the entire cultivation world.

He had no choice but to grow stronger and stronger.
Once he’d set foot on the path of slaughter, there was no turning back.

You’ve just reached Foundation Establishment, he finally said. “Your realm may look stable, but you haven’t learned most of the basic spells yet, and you can’t even fly your sword properly. Stay by my side during tomorrow’s sect competition.”

Tomorrow was the sect tournament and he couldn’t help but worry.

Oh, right! Senior Brother, what exactly do we do in the sect competition?

Li Xi asked curiously. Jin, you had refused to tell her, only grinning mysteriously and saying she’d find out tomorrow.

The sect competition is held once every three years,” Yan Jiuzhi explained. 

The content changes each time. The only constant is that it’s always presided over by the Patriarch Tikong.

Tikong Mirror is a quasi-immortal artifact

the sect’s greatest treasure.

What?! The Patriarch Tikong is…?

 Li Xi sat bolt upright, her eyes wide.

“Yes,” he said calmly. “The Patriarch is the mirror spirit.”

He’d been equally shocked the first time he’d learned that.

“But… isn’t a sect’s guardian treasure supposed to be used only in times of life and death?”

That’s how it always went in dramas! Using it for a mere competition seemed ridiculously extravagant.

Li Xi couldn’t help but think her sect was outrageously over the top.

Yan Jiuzhi recalled what his grandmaster had once said: ‘Do you think eating sunflower seeds is exhausting?’

So perhaps, for Patriarch Tikong, such a little expenditure was really nothing at all.