How to Be the Perfect Junior Sister to a Reborn Villain - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: 

Lin Ruo had been eliminated a day earlier than Li Xi. Now, she was sitting behind her, helping smooth and braid her hair while praising her nonstop.

“Little Junior Sister, you’re amazing. You lasted this long, I could never have done that!”

Xiao Cui handed over a cup of hot tea, perfectly brewed and just the right temperature.

Li Xi tugged off the handkerchief covering her mouth and nose, gulped the tea down in a few quick swallows, and then hurriedly put on the mask Xiao Cui offered her.

She slumped back into her chair and let out a long breath.

Days of high-intensity battles had left her completely drained, both physically and mentally. Every bone in her body ached.

“Amazing? Hardly. Master and Third Senior Brother are the ones who carried me. If they hadn’t been holding the line up front, I’d have been done by day four.”

Wei Yutong, who was sitting nearby, muttered in her heart: Can you even compare yourself to them? That’s the Death God who slaughtered his way across the entire Xuanchang Realm!

She discreetly shifted her seat farther away, her face dead serious as she pretended to be focused on the ongoing battle, terrified Li Xi might ask how she got eliminated.

There was no way she was admitting that in front of Li Xi!

“Your Third Senior Brother’s sword just now was incredible he wiped out that demonic vine in one strike! He even caught you midair, but just as he did, you got teleported back.”

Pride and regret mixed in Lin Ruo’s tone, pride for Yan Jiuzhi’s brilliance, regret for Li Xi’s bad timing.

“Really? I didn’t feel a thing,” Li Xi perked up instantly.

She wasn’t particularly upset about being eliminated just disappointed she didn’t get to see her senior brother unleash that sword herself.

Her fellow disciples, who had witnessed it all began animatedly describing and reenacting the scene, their gestures so vivid that even those who hadn’t seen it gathered around in excitement.

Li Xi’s curiosity was fully lit. Feeling much better, she stood up, craning her neck to scan the battlefield for her master and Third Senior Brother.

Dawn’s light had already begun to creep over the horizon.

Watching from the spectator area felt completely different from being inside the battlefield.

Down below, the chaos and grandeur were beyond anything Li Xi had ever seen even compared to the blockbuster movies from her previous life.

From the depths of the earth, demonic soldiers clawed their way up like wraiths from hell, grotesque and terrifying.

Blue teleportation lights kept flashing across the field, and more and more disheveled figures appeared in the viewing area out of nowhere.

“Damn, why’s the trial so hard this year?!” grumbled a senior brother with hair sticking up like a bird’s nest as he pushed himself off the ground, still visibly shaken.

“I was this close to lasting the whole thing!” said a golden core stage disciple, too agitated to rest, running to the edge to watch the battle.

“Holy who’s that? A foundation stage cultivator fighting like that?!”

“Where? Where?!” A crowd of disciples squeezed forward to look.

Who else could it be? Of course, it was her Third Senior Brother. Li Xi’s chest filled with pride.

On the battlefield, Yan Jiuzhi radiated an aura that could only be described as divine wrath. Wherever he passed, enemies fell Gods would die if they blocked his path, Buddhas too.

The rising sun cast a golden halo over him, his silhouette sharp against the battlefield strewn with demonic corpses.

A collective gasp swept through the stands before someone shouted, “Damn, that’s insane!”

“He’s the one who killed that vine last night! I’m convinced his power’s the real deal!”

The stands erupted with chatter, cheers, and awe. The excitement was infectious.

And amid all that noise… came the sound of gentle snoring.

Li Xi turned her head, speechless. There was Jin You, fast asleep in his sleeping bag, snoring softly during this madness.

Worse still, several other disciples around him had done the same. Some were tucked in colorful sleeping bags; others had even pitched little tents.

Li Xi sighed. Sometimes, she truly wondered if her sect wasn’t just a little too unique.

“Miss ah, I mean, Senior Sister, do you want to rest too?” Xiao Cui asked, holding out a neatly folded sleeping bag. She suddenly regretted not preparing a tent as well.

Li Xi gave her a serious look. “Call me Senior Sister. You’re an official outer disciple now.”

“Yes, Senior Sister,” Xiao Cui said, smiling so brightly her eyes curved like crescents. Her lady acting all serious like that was just too adorable.

Li Xi glanced at the elders’ viewing platform across the field. After a moment of thought, she shook her head firmly.

“I won’t sleep.”

There were so many people around. The sect master and elders were all watching from the other side no way she was going to nap in public like this. Not when morning had already come.

Meanwhile, on the viewing platform…

[That little girl, Li Xi—reward her with five days of special training at Wuhuan Gate.]

The voice echoed in Sect Master Heng Yu’s mind.

The mental trial could wait, but Ceng Yuan thought the Wuhuan Gate training could start early.

Heng Yu felt his vision go dark for a moment.

Reward her? Her performance had been excellent, she’d just reached Foundation Establishment and even lasted until the seventh day! That was impressive enough!

The disciples still fighting now were all at the Golden Core stage.

So… why “reward” her?

Oh, wait—Old Ancestor had said it was a reward, not a punishment.

Still, Heng Yu felt like his hairline was in danger.

How on earth was he supposed to deliver this “reward”?

While the sect master silently despaired, the battle continued below.

By the final day, the simulated battlefield had changed drastically.

Where once there were only beast-like demonic grunts, now stood humanoid demons—tall, powerful, and disturbingly human in appearance.

Most were demon generals, equivalent to Golden Core cultivators. Among them were five demon lords whose power rivaled that of Nascent Soul experts.

They were nothing like the mindless beasts before them. These demons wielded eerie weapons infused with sinister energy and fought using strange techniques unknown to the Daoist path.

Even worse, they understood formations. Their coordination was seamless; once a formation was activated, it was like being caught in an inescapable net. Blue teleportation flashes kept lighting up the field as disciples were forced out.

Ever since the humanoid demons appeared, the number of active disciples had plummeted.

By mid-afternoon, fewer than five hundred remained and aside from Yan Jiuzhi, every one of them was a Golden Core cultivator.

Ceng Yuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, sweeping his gaze across the line of sect leaders and elders.

“This,” he said coldly, “is the result of your teaching? You call this strength worth showing off?”

Not a single elder dared speak. Even Xiaoyou, who had been smug for ten days straight, shut his mouth tight.

After all, this was just a small internal competition they hadn’t even screened participants. Most were only at the Qi Refining, Foundation, or early Core stage. Expecting them to face demon lords was unrealistic…

But no one dared to say that.

Certainly not to him.

The stands fell into heavy silence.

At this moment, someone had to answer and that someone was Sect Master Heng Yu.

He rose quickly and bowed. “Old Ancestor is right. These disciples are indeed too weak. We will enforce stricter discipline and strengthen their training.”

The other elders shot him looks of disbelief.

Coward!

Heng Yu shot them a glare back. You try saying something different!

Immediately, the others chimed in one after another:

“Indeed, the Old Ancestor sees all. The disciples have grown far too lax—always wasting time on food and leisure.”

“Right, right. It’s time they were reminded what cultivation truly means.”

“Rest assured, Old Ancestor, they won’t be getting any breaks from now on.”

As long as they don’t die, we’ll train them within an inch of it. Laziness has its price.

And so, without realizing it, the poor disciples of the Taixian Sect had just been sentenced to a future of sleepless nights and endless torment.

They had no idea that the coming days would be nothing short of a storm of suffering.