Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 39 / Chapter 205: The Protagonist, a Greedy Old Man

Under the pavilion in the pine forest, Su Xianyu was anxiously rubbing her small hands together, biting her lip as she looked at the towering snow-covered pines around her.

The trees were shrouded in a misty snow fog that, under the sunlight, floated in the air like halos of spiritual energy, giving the scene a dreamlike and delicate beauty.

But Su Xianyu wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it.

She was a novice disciple of Jiuquan Peak, originally cultivating on the Middle Peak, but because the elder said she was too soft-hearted, she was sent to Jiuquan Peak to train with the senior brothers and sisters to toughen up.

However, she never expected that just a few days after arriving, she would encounter something like this:

A group of masked cultivators had broken into her quarters early in the morning, knocked her out, and brought her here.

They threatened her, saying, “If you want to live, you must rush at the person named ‘Feng Yu’ when she arrives.”

They threatened her while sticking low-level lightning talismans on her body.

The worst part was that she overheard them saying that they chose her simply because her house looked convenient—it was entirely random.

Out of dozens of houses, why did they have to choose hers?!

“Ugh…”

Su Xianyu wiped away her tears and looked around the pavilion again.

The deeper the forest, the quieter it became.

At this moment, the pine forest was eerily silent, as if something invisible was making it hard for her to breathe.

She was on the verge of breaking down.

“Brother Yihe, didn’t you say you would protect me? Didn’t you promise to marry me? Where are you?!” she wailed.

Five days ago, Zhang Yihe from Xiri Peak had confessed to her, promising to marry her after he formed his golden core.

He had even promised to take her shopping soon to buy pretty clothes and beautiful jewelry.

Swish—

At that moment, the sound of footsteps crunching on snow came from behind Su Xianyu.

Startled, she quickly turned around.

Feng Yudie emerged from the forest, hand resting on a tree, smiling as she approached Su Xianyu, casually greeting her, “Are you Junior Sister Su? What did you want to talk to me about?”

Seeing Feng Yudie approaching so carelessly, Su Xianyu turned pale with fear and took several steps back.

——If Feng Yudie got within five feet of her, the hidden assailants in the forest would activate the talismans on her body.

——If she said anything she shouldn’t, the talismans would be triggered just the same.

“Uh… Ah…”

Su Xianyu panicked, letting out a sound like a frightened puppy, her eyes wide as she desperately tried to signal Feng Yudie with her gaze.

But Feng Yudie seemed completely unbothered.

“Hey, Junior Sister Su, why are you backing away? Come a little closer.”

“Ugh…”

“Don’t worry. If you don’t come over, I’ll just come to you.”

Feng Yudie smiled slightly, then suddenly dashed toward Su Xianyu, her right hand hidden in her sleeve forming a sword gesture.

Seeing this, Su Xianyu couldn’t hold back anymore and screamed, “Are you an idiot?! Don’t come any closer!”

Boom—

A burst of lightning exploded from one side of the pavilion, instantly engulfing both Feng Yudie and Su Xianyu.

At the same time, four shadows sprang from the pine forest, surrounding the burst of lightning.

“Be careful! This person is extremely powerful. This attack might not kill them. As soon as the lightning fades, don’t hesitate—if anyone’s still standing, strike them down!” one of the shadows ordered.

At the command, the four cultivators lowered their stances, readying their swords, eyes fixed on the fading lightning.

One breath—

Two breaths—

“Now!!”

At the leader’s shout, the four charged into the dissipating lightning, aiming for where Feng Yudie and Su Xianyu had been standing. However—

Clang—

Sparks flew as their swords met, not with flesh but with each other’s blades.

Where Feng Yudie’s chest should have been, they found only their companions’ swords.

“What?!”

As the four hesitated, a voice whispered behind one of them, “Looking for me?”

Eyes wide with shock, the cultivator spun around, sword swinging, but halfway through the motion, Feng Yudie tapped his wrist with her two fingers, causing him to drop his sword as if shocked by electricity.

“Let me borrow your sword!”

Feng Yudie caught the sword mid-air with her left hand, spinning it in a circle.

A golden aura radiated from the sword, forming a ring of energy that swept outward, slicing cleanly through the neck of the one who had just lost his weapon.

The remaining three leaped into the air to dodge the ring of energy, but Feng Yudie, hidden in her sleeve, formed a sword gesture with her right hand and flicked her fingers.

Whoosh—

A flying sword shot out from the forest behind the airborne trio, slicing through their necks one by one like a boomerang.

“Come back!”

With a flip of her palm, Feng Yudie called back the sword, which halted in mid-air, then stabbed into the ground, remaining still.

“Jumping into the air… What a death wish,” Feng Yudie muttered, retrieving the sword from the ground and storing it in her pouch.

She then collected the storage bags from the four now-decapitated bodies, checking their contents with a frown of dissatisfaction.

“…So poor,” she sighed, transferring their belongings into her own pouch.

After that, she approached a nearby snow-covered pine tree.

Su Xianyu, now left wearing only her underwear, still hadn’t recovered, her face blank with shock.

When Feng Yudie stood before her, she snapped out of it, hastily covering her chest and stomach, blushing as she stammered, “Ah… Thank you, Senior Brother Feng…”

“If you really want to thank me, how about giving me some spirit stones?” Feng Yudie asked with a grin.

“Uh… I… Sure,” Su Xianyu nodded shyly, then hesitated, “Senior Brother Feng, do you have any clothes? I’m… a bit cold like this…”

“Of course! How about five hundred spirit stones? I’ve got an old outfit that’s pretty nice.”

“Uh? Five hundred…” Su Xianyu, still dazed, nodded without thinking, “Okay, that’s fine.”

Seeing her agreement, Feng Yudie grinned widely, quickly retrieving a neatly folded skirt from her pouch and handing it to Su Xianyu.

?

“It’s my old clothes.”

Su Xianyu looked at the clothes in her hands, then at Feng Yudie, who she now realized had a penchant for wearing women’s clothing.

But without dwelling on it, she quickly took the clothes and ran deeper into the forest to find a place to change.