How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

The Taixian Sect’s internal competition lasted ten full days, with no breaks in between.

All disciples who weren’t in seclusion or out on missions were required to participate in the Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation stages alike.

The event was held in a massive training arena within the sect, large enough to hold hundreds of thousands of people. At this moment, it was already sealed under a powerful barrier. The sect master and elders were all present.

The disciples from Zuichen Peak arrived on time and stood neatly in their assigned positions at the center of the arena.

This year, there were over eighteen thousand participants, though many disciples still hadn’t returned from their travels or missions outside the sect.

On the viewing platform, Sect Master Hengyu, dressed in a violet robe embroidered with golden patterns, stood tall and dignified.

He cleared his throat and began the opening speech. Fortunately, he was concise just a few words of encouragement before he concluded.

“You must treat this competition as if it were a real battlefield. While you fight, also remember to protect yourselves.

Taixian Sect hopes that every one of its disciples can walk safely and steadfastly on their cultivation path.

That is the true meaning behind holding this sect competition.

Now the 28,668th Taixian Sect Grand Competition officially begins.

Li Xi was genuinely surprised. She had expected a long, boring speech, at least half an hour of “leadership talk.” Instead, the sect master had finished after just a few sentences.

What a great leader! she thought, eyes sparkling with admiration.

The other disciples, however, were more puzzled than impressed. The sect master had never been this brief before. Could he… be in a bad mood?

In truth, Hengyu was indeed feeling quite stifled.

He had painstakingly prepared more than ten pages of notes eloquent, inspiring, full of examples and heartfelt guidance.

And then the ancestors cut him off before he could even start.

Ancestor Chengyuan had flatly ordered, “No more than five sentences.”

What could he do? He was utterly helpless!

In the past, the ancestors rarely even bothered to attend the sect tournament. But for some reason, this time, they were very invested.

Sighing, Hengyu carefully rolled up his unused speech and tucked it back into his storage ring. Maybe he could use it three years later, for the next one.

Then, Ancestor Dikong took to the air, the Dikong Mirror in her hand glowing with divine light.

She wore a brilliant red phoenix-feather robe, the silk ribbons around her sleeves fluttering like living flame. Her presence was dazzling ethereal and breathtaking.

Li Xi stared up at her, utterly spellbound, eyes wide and sparkling like hearts.

Too beautiful! Way too beautiful! That’s my goddess! My absolute dream goddess!

But before she could finish swooning, a flash of light burst across the sky and the entire arena transformed before their eyes.

The endless flat field was gone. In its place stretched an ancient battlefield, vast and grim.

The spectator platforms and elder seats had vanished. Behind them, crumbling city walls loomed, streaked with dried bl00d.

Broken swords, shattered shields, and scorched arrows littered the ground. Faint flames still smoldered, sending black smoke curling into the air.

It looked as though a brutal war had ended only moments ago.

The heavy air made Li Xi’s chest tighten. Her grip on her sword instinctively tightened as she scanned her surroundings, alert.

Then, a clear and melodious voice echoed in every disciple’s mind:

For this competition, your opponents are all frontline demon soldiers. Treat this as a true battlefield and give it your all. 

As soon as the words faded, waves of demonic soldiers surged through the smoke like rolling storm clouds.

Their numbers were overwhelming tens of thousands, bearing down like a dark tide.

Li Xi’s breath caught. The creatures were monstrous and grotesque.

Some had eight spider-like legs, others had horns on their heads and crocodile tails. Some were covered in black scales, flames spilling from their mouths.

Every single one looked terrifyingly real their killing intent, the scent of bl00d and sulfur, even the gleam of their armor.

Li Xi’s mind went blank for a moment. She couldn’t tell if she was more scared or thrilled.

Wei Yutong was equally shaken. At her old sect, competitions were just sparring matches between disciples.

She had never imagined Taixian Sect would conjure an entire simulated battlefield against the demon race!

And that idiot Jin You hadn’t breathed a word of this!

Before anyone could think further, the first wave hit.

Black-flamed demon wolves charged forward, fangs bared, their flames scorching the earth.

Yan Jiuzhi’s sword swept across the field, his sword intent fierce and unrelenting. Dozens of demon wolves were cleaved apart in an instant.

Around him, his killing aura surged, clearing a wide space in seconds.

Lin Shanlai’s sword was just as domineering broad, forceful, and righteous, yet now carrying a hint of his master’s overwhelming might.

Lin Ruo, freshly out of seclusion, had barely stabilized her Foundation Establishment stage but was already slashing with radiant swordlight, talismans flying from her fingertips.

At first glance, it almost looked easy.

But when Li Xi faced one of those demon wolves head-on, she immediately realized the truth the creature’s strength was monstrous!

Every pounce came with destructive heat; she was nearly knocked to the ground several times.

Wei Yutong, though still in the Qi Refining stage, handled herself well. Her past-life experience fighting beasts gave her agility and precision, her spells and swordsmanship flowing seamlessly.

Behind them, Jin You, Xiao Cui, and Tao Wen coordinated smoothly, each using their unique abilities to keep the line stable.

Li Xi shouted without turning back, “Second Senior Brother! Buff me up something that boosts combat power.”

Tao Wen, ducking and weaving between attacks, pulled out his black jade flute.

A clear melody rose into the air slow and haunting at first, then swelling into a fierce, heroic tune.

Instantly, every disciple nearby felt their battle spirit surge.

Even Wei Yutong almost lost her balance, jolted by the wave of energy.

She hastily refocused, nearly impaled by a demon stag’s horn in the process.

At the front, Li Xi’s master and third senior brother were cutting through the enemy ranks like scythes through grass.

Whenever Li Xi and the others finished off one or two, the two would casually slay dozens more, occasionally tossing a few stragglers their way so the juniors could “practice.”

Under their protection, Li Xi gradually adjusted to the rhythm of battle and even started taking down a few enemies on her own.

I’m a Foundation Establishment cultivator now, she thought. I can’t keep hiding behind my master and senior brothers.

Determined, she darted forward to find opponents on her own.

Unfortunately… every demon she targeted was killed before she reached it—either by her seniors or some other disciple.

Are they stealing my kills? She thought, dumbfounded.

Fine. Two could play that game.

She activated her Ruosu Art, merging seamlessly with her surroundings like a flickering shadow, darting through the battlefield like a swift swallow striking fast, vanishing faster.

Meanwhile, in the air.

Kong Kong, your illusion soldiers are too weak! Look at that kid down there, he’s cleared the whole area.

Boost the difficulty! Add more! Give them something big.

Ancestor Chengyuan’s nagging voice buzzed nonstop in Ancestor Dikong’s mind.

She wanted to smack him. What does he know? If she unleashed her full power now, the entire competition would end in a massacre!

Still, she sighed and raised her hand.

A flick of her sleeve and dark clouds began to gather over the battlefield.

The disciples below, who had just started to find their rhythm, looked up.

And instantly felt their scalps go numb.