How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 47

Chapter 47 

Tonight, there was neither wind nor rain. The darkness was thick as ink, swallowing everything whole.

Visibility across the battlefield was poor. The small spider demons were black, tiny, and swarming in impossible numbers   nearly impossible to defend against.

As teleportation lights flared one after another, the tension in the air grew heavier, almost suffocating.

Yan Jiuzhi’s spiritual sense caught the faintest movements   the tide of little spider demons spreading in all directions.

In an instant, the sword energy in his hand wove itself into a shimmering web, slicing through the horde until the air around him fell silent once more.

Under the shelter of that sword net, Li Xi’s surroundings were finally cleared.

Only then did she realize she was actually flying on her sword.

She might have been fine if she hadn’t noticed, but the moment she did, panic took over. The flying sword wobbled violently beneath her feet, tilting and lurching so much that even a drunken man would have flown straighter.

Lin Ruo wasn’t faring any better. On the bright side, the two sisters had both learned how to fly. On the downside… they promptly crashed into each other midair in a spectacular collision, tumbling straight down to the ground.

They hit the earth with enough force to see stars, and the moment their bodies touched the sticky remains of the demonic corpses below, both of them sprang up like their backsides were on fire.

Only to be promptly scooped up by Elder Gao, who had rushed over on his flying artifact.

Seeing they were safely retrieved, Yan Jiuzhi turned back to the fight.

He’d seen Second Senior Brother get taken out earlier. There’d been no time to save him the thought still left him uneasy.

But this was, after all, only a simulated battle.

He could protect them in moderation, let them adapt to the chaos but he couldn’t shield them completely. Sooner or later, they’d have to grow strong enough on their own.

Up on the viewing platform, Elder Chengyuan frowned at the pitch-black sky above.

The threads of fate are hidden.

He released his divine sense, attempting to commune with the Heavenly Dao   but felt nothing.

Could it be that the Heavenly Demons were meddling again?

Elder Tixing noticed his distraction and raised a brow. “No stars, no moon  what exactly are you observing up there?”

Chengyuan’s eyes dimmed, the mysterious glow fading from within them. He smiled lazily, as if it were all a joke. “Even without stars or moon, there’s still plenty to see. Why don’t you take a look too, Kongkong?”

Though he smiled, Tixing’s heart sank. They had been companions for millennia   she could tell when something was wrong.

She tilted her head back, her eyes glinting with hidden runes, as if she were peering through the night sky into some deeper, unreachable truth.

Moments later, she lowered her gaze and looked at him steadily.

He was still the same as he’d been a thousand years ago  impossibly handsome, the same unrestrained air of mischief about him.

Though she had never learned his true identity, she’d long since guessed parts of it.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

And now that he was unable to use spiritual power, it was clear  he was bound by some divine restriction.

What would this veiled fate bring upon them tonight?

Their eyes met in silent understanding before Tixing spoke through divine transmission:
“What you can’t say, I’ll say. What you can’t do, I’ll do.”

Her gaze didn’t waver.
“These children still need tempering. Let’s raise the difficulty of the Wuhuan Sect trials to another level. And from now on, the heart trials   I’ll strengthen those as well.”

Chengyuan twirled his folding fan in a lazy flourish, his lips curving into that familiar, rakish smile.
“Kongkong, you always know exactly what to say. You truly have my heart.”

Another night of fierce combat passed, and at last the horizon began to glow with the first light of dawn.

But the viewing stands were filled with groans and wails.

Lin Zewu was among the latest to be teleported out  right as the sun rose.

Xiao Cui, only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, had lasted until midnight on the second day, which was already impressive.

But no one had expected the youngest of them, Lin Zewu, to endure all the way until the third dawn.

Tao Wen and the others could only stare, astonished.

Accepting a mask from Second Senior Brother, Lin Zewu quickly tied it on and exhaled deeply.

“I, uh… practiced a concealment technique,” he admitted sheepishly, scratching his hair. “And everyone   the seniors and uncles  took care of me a lot.”

Otherwise, how could a mere Qi Refiner have lasted this long?

Jin You clapped his shoulder, sounding almost envious.
“Then you’re lucky. Everyone who got knocked out before sunrise today has to go through five days of special training at the Wuhuan Sect.”

That news had just come through their message jades.

“What?!” someone groaned. “Wasn’t that punishment only for the last thousand in previous years?”

“Right? This year’s difficulty is practically on par with the once-in-thirty-years Grand Sect Tournament!”

“I don’t wanna go.”

The chorus of complaints echoed across the stands. It was clear to everyone   this “special training” wouldn’t be easy.

Meanwhile, Xiao Cui spotted Li Xi still alive and kicking on the battlefield. Her eyes curved in delight.

Special training or not, she wasn’t afraid. She’d just grow stronger!

In the stands, a few enterprising disciples had started selling masks overnight.

No one had the appetite to eat anymore. Even with their sense of smell sealed, the battlefield stench was just too much   the heaps of mangled demonic corpses were enough to ruin anyone’s appetite.

On the battlefield, the first rays of sunlight struck Yan Jiuzhi, gilding him in gold.

He moved like a blade incarnate   sword light weaving through the air, each strike precise and deadly. The demonic soldiers around him fell one after another.

“Who is that sword cultivator? He’s insane! Not a single swing misses.”

“Right? He’s only at the Foundation stage, but he’s already comprehended sword intent. Which peak is he from?”

Lin Zewu straightened his back proudly. “That’s my third senior brother, Yan Jiuzhi! We’re from Drunken Dust Peak!”

“Damn, he’s not only powerful  he’s gorgeous too. Probably the best-looking in the entire sect!”

“Best-looking in the sect? More like one of the most handsome in the whole Xuancang Realm.”

Clicking tongues followed. That face, that poise   this Yan Jiuzhi was destined to become the poster hero of Tai Xian Sect.

“Seriously, how did I not know our sect had such a godly figure?”

While the viewing area buzzed with admiration, the battle below only grew fiercer.

After three days and two nights of nonstop fighting, some disciples were flagging   others, burning brighter.

Li Xi had hidden and rested for one night and was feeling confident again.

But the difficulty only kept ramping up. Each time they cut down one wave of demonic soldiers, another immediately took its place.

At first, she’d managed fine   teaming up with nearby disciples, aided by her master and third senior brother.

Her use of the Ruosu Art had grown increasingly refined, allowing her to ambush enemies undetected and greatly increase her survival chances.

By the fifth day, mid-afternoon, the sky had turned dark again. Massive flying demons shrieked as they dove, wreathed in a sickly green mist.

Wherever they passed, the earth turned a deep, poisonous green, hissing with strange, gray smoke.

These were far stronger, far deadlier than any before.

Li Xi’s eyes went wide.
Heaven save me   I’m barely at the early Foundation stage!
How was she supposed to fight this?

Before she could even finish that thought, a spiritual rope looped around her waist and yanked her up onto Elder Gao’s flying artifact.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he barked, “Hurry up and do what a healer’s supposed to! Cast your Purifying Spirit Rain!”

“I’m… I’m an alchemist…” Li Xi muttered weakly. Her dream had always been to become a combat alchemist, not a healer.

“Don’t care what you are! If you’ve got the talent, use it. Now move!”

With a sigh, she popped a Spirit-Replenishing Pill and began to channel her energy, summoning the Purifying Spirit Rain.

Threads of silver rain fell from the sky, cleansing the foul air. The disciples’ wounds began to mend faster, and even their spiritual energy circulation smoothed out.

As the rain spread, the green poison mists thinned and dissipated.

Though Li Xi’s cultivation was low and her rain couldn’t harm the demons much, it still weakened their momentum. The beasts hissed in agitation, their attacks growing disordered.

The disciples seized the opening and struck back hard.

From the viewing platform, the elders nodded approvingly   except for Realman Mishang, who shot Elder Xiaoyou a cold glare.

“This girl’s a rare healing talent. Why did you snatch her up? She should be learning in my Medical Hall!”

“Your Medical Hall can have her   after she studies at my Alchemy Peak,” the Alchemy Peak master interjected. “The child’s gift for refining is extraordinary. Nearly every pill she’s made is of superior quality  we can’t let that go to waste.”

Elder Xiaoyou only smiled smugly.

So what if they all wanted her? He’d recruited her first   and now everyone else could take turns fighting over who got to teach her.