How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 45

Chapter 45 

All the disciples looked up and gasped. Above them, the once-clear sky was now swarming with countless flying demon soldiers, their twisted, monstrous forms blotting out the light.

They packed the heavens so densely that it looked like an endless stretch of black clouds rolling across the horizon, completely engulfing the sun.

With a shrill, piercing screech, the flying demons dove downward. Their massive fleshy wings stirred up violent gales, the wind so fierce that dust and gravel were swept up in wild waves.

Some of the disciples who hadn’t steadied themselves were instantly lifted off the ground and sent tumoring helplessly across the battlefield.

Each flying demon was armed with razor-sharp claws, and its beak gleamed like a sword’s edge, able to pierce straight through a cultivator’s body. Their attack power was terrifyingly strong.

Above, demons swooped and circled in relentless waves. Below, the ground swarmed with demonic soldiers charging ferociously from every direction.

The two-sided assault was so intense that flashes of blue light began to appear across the arena. Disciples were forcefully teleported out after losing the fight.

Many with lower cultivation levels simply couldn’t withstand the pressure and were promptly eliminated, sent straight to the spectator zone.

Li Xi’s eyes lit up as she stared at the sky full of flying demons. Her pulse quickened with excitement, and she tightened her grip on her sword.

These monsters looked exactly like the ones she had fought in that Dao Array before!

Her confidence soared. She launched into her Water-Moon Sword Technique, swiftly alternating between the first and second forms.

Silvery sword qi exploded around her like arcs of moonlight, each streak gleaming as beautifully as falling stars, yet hidden within that beauty was deadly lethality.

She darted across the battlefield like a wisp of light, her movements unpredictable and fluid. She hid her presence with ease, striking precisely at the right moment before vanishing without a trace.

The demons grew restless and furious at these sudden ambushes. They flailed their claws and screeched in rage, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn’t find her.

Li Xi was completely absorbed in the fight, every swing of her sword smooth and confident. Her understanding of both swordsmanship and movement deepened naturally with each exchange, reaching the level expected of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Many of the demon soldiers were far stronger than her, but she didn’t care. The fiercer they came, the more exhilarated she felt. Each successful sneak attack filled her with satisfaction.

She was even beginning to enjoy the thrill of fighting an enemy that could never touch her.

The elders watching from the stands couldn’t help smiling as they observed her darting silently across the field, ambushing enemies one after another.

“That’s the girl who earned recognition from Master Huichi’s Dao Array, isn’t she?”

“Her movement technique is remarkable, seamlessly blending with the rules of Dao, merging perfectly with her surroundings. Such comprehension at her level is rare.”

“And that sword technique she inherited, perhaps? It’s definitely a high-tier art. The girl’s fortune is impressive.”

“Hahahaha! Thank you, thank you! That’s my precious little disciple-granddaughter, Li Xi!”

Elder Xiaoyou adjusted his ornate robes with exaggerated pride, laughing boisterously. The smugness on his face was impossible to miss.

Today, he was here specifically to show off.

The other elders collectively turned away. None of them wanted to encourage him because the more attention he got, the worse he became.

Still, they couldn’t help feeling irritated. How had this old scoundrel ended up with such a promising disciple?

On the battlefield, the situation remained fierce. New waves of demon soldiers kept pouring in without end, and the disciples’ fighting spirit burned brighter with each passing moment.

Talismans, spells, and flashes of sword light bloomed across the field like dazzling fireworks.

The sword cultivators had already formed coordinated sword arrays. Their positions seemed loose and casual, but within their graceful formation lurked immense killing intent.

Any demon that wandered in was silently shredded apart wherever their sword qi swept, corpses piled like fallen leaves.

Yan Jiuzhi, however, had never practiced a group sword array.

He’d always fought alone, relying on his own strength and instincts. Protecting his peers was something he’d only learned after joining Taixian Sect.

Yet his momentum was no weaker than those trained in cooperative techniques. In fact, he was even more terrifying.

Even some of the Core Formation disciples beside him paled in comparison.

His fighting style was fearless, relentless, unrestrained, and ruthless. Each swing of his sword carried a chilling killing intent that seemed to tear through heaven and earth itself.

Every strike landed. Every swing cut down another demon.

Where he passed, only shredded corpses and scattered armor remained.

Under his sword, the demonic soldiers were as fragile as paper, falling apart with ease.

His entire presence radiated wild intensity a kind of madness that commanded the battlefield, making even the onlookers shudder.

Was he truly in control, or had his mind been overtaken by his own killing intent?

The swordmasters on the viewing platform watched with bright, astonished eyes.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator who’s already formed Sword Intent?

Every move was clean and precise no wasted motion, immense explosive power.

A born sword genius!

One of them whispered, “Does he have a master?”

Elder Xiaoyou tilted his chin high, the very image of smug arrogance. “Ah, that’s my unpromising little disciple, Yan Jiuzhi. I hope you won’t laugh at him.”

The swordmasters nearly choked in disbelief.

That’s the one who inherited the Sword Heart physique we all wanted and it went to this old fox?!

What injustice!

No, they couldn’t let it bother them they’d find another talented seedling. Surely someone else would stand out.

Their eyes quickly turned toward another figure in the fray a Core Formation disciple whose swordplay radiated righteous, protective energy. His moves were broad and bold, full of moral strength and unshakable resolve.

“Hmm, that one’s not bad. His sword intent is upright and pure. You can see his steady heart from his technique.”

“Oh, him?” Elder Xiaoyou waved a dismissive hand, his tone dripping with false modesty. “That’s my unfilial third disciple, Lin Shanlai. His comprehension is… adequate, I suppose. Needs more refinement later.”

His words sounded critical, but the smug grin stretching across his face could’ve split the heavens.

At least try to hide your pride before you talk! The other swordmasters fumed inwardly.

Their hearts ached with frustration as they turned to glare furiously at the sect master.

Why were all the good seedlings under this one man’s name? How was that fair?!

Sect Master Hengyu, nearly pierced by their sharp gazes, could only stare blankly.

What does this have to do with me?

Xiaoyou had won those disciples through sheer nerve and shameless persistence. If they were jealous, they could go find their own! What good would glaring at him do?

Being sect master really was a thankless job.

It seemed… cultivating the next generation of successors was an urgent matter indeed.

While the elders continued their observations, the disciples in the arena had no time to care. The attacks were too frequent, too fierce. And this was only the first day. How much stronger would the demons become in the days ahead?

Li Xi was still darting across the battlefield like a gleeful shadow. When she finally regrouped behind her master and third senior brother, she noticed Wei Yutong was nowhere to be seen.

Had she already been eliminated?

That didn’t make sense despite always competing with her, Wei Yutong’s strength wasn’t bad.

But there was no time to wonder. Everyone was still locked in battle.

Her second senior brother, the musician-cultivator, was doing well. The sound of his flute soared through the battlefield, stirring courage and unity in the hearts of all nearby.

Even as he played, his movements were agile dodging, weaving, and staying out of reach.

Their fellow disciples instinctively shielded him from harm, and the formation around him held strong.

As for Senior Sister, Jin You, and Xiao Cui they each had their own battle circle, coordinating seamlessly with their teammates.

The entire Zuichen Peak team fought like a well-honed blade sharp, dazzling, and unstoppable.