Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 62 / Chapter 229: Old Fart, Hiss—

Boom!

The spiritual fire shot up to the sky, illuminating the thick clouds above.

It was as if a new golden sun had been born, completely dispelling the night over an area hundreds of miles wide.

The snow, which had accumulated for a century atop the peak of Qiong Peak, was blasted into the air, followed by eruptions of lava and flames. In an instant, the trees within a ten-mile radius were set ablaze.

Boom!

Ten beams of spiritual light flashed across the mountain. Zhuang Yan gasped for breath as he blasted away the rocks that had fallen on him and leapt out of the mountain’s interior, summoning his flying sword and hovering in midair.

His once pristine golden and white robe was now singed with burn marks, and his once neat hair had come loose and disheveled.

“Ahhh—”

“Help me…”

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators, their bodies scorched, were still alive but trapped beneath flying debris.

They screamed and struggled for help, but Zhuang Yan, his expression cold and indifferent, showed no intention of helping.

His gaze was fixed on the molten lava surging out of the mountain below.

Gritting his teeth, his jaw bulged as he waved his sleeve, releasing his spiritual sense to search for the one who had thrown the pure water-attribute spiritual pearl, as well as Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi.

But the spiritual fire raging across the mountain hindered his spiritual sense, making it impossible to detect anything.

“Tsk…”

Zhuang Yan lifted his left hand, pushing back his sleeve to reveal an arm that had been burned beyond recognition.

He spread his fingers, and a dark, malevolent pill with silver-white cracks slowly floated up from his palm.

This was the demonic pill he had managed to snatch from the furnace just before it exploded, risking everything to save it.

Zhuang Yan had spent decades researching methods to reconstruct a body, and another twenty years gathering the celestial materials needed from various regions. All of it was to create a new body for his disciple, Yun Kunwu.

But now, all of that had been destroyed due to a small oversight, because of two insignificant individuals, reducing everything to nothing.

“Senior Zhuang—help…”

“Haaah—!”

With a furious shout, Zhuang Yan waved his sleeve, controlling dozens of golden spiritual swords with his spiritual energy. He shot them toward a Core Formation cultivator below, who was reaching out to him for help.

Swish—swish—swish!

The swords pierced flesh, and the cultivator, pinned by a boulder crushing his right shoulder, was instantly skewered into a porcupine by the golden swords. His soul dissipated, leaving him motionless.

“Haa—haa…”

Zhuang Yan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, recalling the spiritual swords.

It took him a moment to calm down, his forehead veins throbbing in anger.

Once he had steadied himself, he looked again at the demonic pill in his hand.

He didn’t have another sixty years to refine a new demonic pill for Yun Kunwu. And with this massive disruption, there was no way he could return to the Shadowmoon Sword Sect as an elder.

“Kunwu… my disciple…”

—“Well, if it isn’t Elder Zhuang. What a coincidence, isn’t it?”

?!

Suddenly, a mocking female voice came from behind him.

Zhuang Yan’s eyes widened slightly. He quickly placed the demonic pill back into its container and stowed it in his storage bag before turning around.

A woman in white was lounging on her flying sword, holding a jade gourd in her hand.

She took a large swig, letting the wine spill from the corner of her mouth down her chin and into her collar, sliding down the cleavage between her breasts.

“Hu Tianyue…”

Zhuang Yan’s eyes filled with caution, and his heart raced with suspicion.

Even flying from the central peak, it would have taken at least half an hour to reach this place. But it had only been a quarter of an hour since the furnace exploded, and Hu Tianyue had already arrived.

Hu Tianyue summoned an emerald-green spiritual sword from her storage bag, stood up, and complained, “The Third Young Mistress rushed to my cave earlier, kicked me out of bed, and told me someone was sneaking into her room in the middle of the night. I thought it was no big deal, probably just some second-rate hooligans or something. But looking at this mess now… it seems like it’s something serious…”

“…”

“Since I’ve never had the pleasure of sparring with Elder Zhuang,” Hu Tianyue raised her jade sword and arched an eyebrow, “how about a little duel?”

“Ha! Arrogant to the extreme!! Hu Tianyue, you little brat, how dare you speak to me like that?” Zhuang Yan sneered, grabbing a nearby spiritual sword, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Arrogant or not, we’ll see once we fight.”

Hearing this, Hu Tianyue’s casual demeanor vanished.

She grew serious, retrieving her own life-bound artifact from her storage bag.

Although her cultivation level wasn’t much different from Zhuang Yan’s—they were both at the Nascent Soul mid-stage—once a cultivator reached that level, battles depended on their underlying strength.

In other words, whoever had more or stronger artifacts would have a higher chance of winning.

Facing Zhuang Yan, Hu Tianyue estimated she had only a 40% chance of victory. However, as long as she didn’t make any mistakes, it would be nearly impossible for Zhuang Yan to destroy her Nascent Soul. All she needed to do was stall until other elders arrived, and Zhuang Yan would stand no chance against the combined forces of multiple Nascent Soul cultivators.

Zhuang Yan let out a long breath of spiritual energy and gripped his sword tightly.

Boom!

A shockwave exploded in the air as Zhuang Yan’s figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light.

In an instant, he darted in the opposite direction from Hu Tianyue, fleeing a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

“… …”

“Damn it, you old bastard! Damn you!!”

Hu Tianyue blinked, stunned for a moment before realizing she had been tricked by the old man.

She let out a deep breath, grabbed her jade sword, and transformed into a beam of light to chase after Zhuang Yan.

…

Crack!

Lightning arcs flared between the clouds as the two Nascent Soul cultivators chased each other. The flashing light made the snowflakes in the air alternately white and black.

Down on the mountainside of Qiong Peak, Zhang Yihe and Pei Lengxue were each holding a shovel, vigorously clearing the snow beneath their feet.

Swish!

Pei Lengxue thrust her shovel down and suddenly felt it hit something. The next moment, a miserable scream came from beneath the snow.

—“Ouch!!!”

Pei Lengxue froze and quickly waved to Zhang Yihe, who was shoveling snow on the other side, “I found her.”

“Coming, coming—” Zhang Yihe rushed over, shovel in hand, and carefully cleared the snow, pulling Yun Xi out from underneath.

When the spiritual fire had erupted, a large boulder had been blasted into the air, hitting Yun Xi while she was flying on her sword and sending her crashing down.

Hu Tianyue, thinking Yun Xi wasn’t in any real danger, had sent Pei Lengxue and Zhang Yihe to dig her out while she went to check on the source of the fire.

The rescued Yun Xi glared at Zhang Yihe, her face twisted in anger, “Zhang Yihe!!! I swear—”

“Hey—Third Young Mistress, this isn’t my fault. I warned you when that boulder flew toward you. Neither Pei nor I got hit.”

Yun Xi’s eye twitched.

The boulder had already hit her face before Zhang Yihe shouted, “Watch out for the flying rock, Third Young Mistress!!”

But scolding him now wouldn’t help. She quickly stood up, took some bandages from her storage bag to wrap the bleeding wound on her head (courtesy of Pei Lengxue’s shovel), swallowed a healing pill, and looked up at the sky.

Seeing the flickering lightning above the clouds, Yun Xi felt uneasy but was also relieved that she had followed Pei Lengxue’s advice and brought Hu Tianyue along with them.

“Whew…” Yun Xi exhaled and said, “Let’s go! Time to collect some bodies!”

“Huh?” Zhang Yihe paused, confused. “Collect what bodies, Third Young Mistress?”

“The bodies of my two damn sisters! Damn them, I hope they’re dead. If they die, I’ll be the sect leader! Hmph~”

Cursing, Yun Xi kicked the snow in front of her.

Thud!

She hadn’t expected there to be a rock beneath the snow, and the impact hurt so much that she gasped, trembling and squatting down to cradle her foot while tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Yihe asked, “Third Young Mistress, do you really want that? If the First and Second Young Mistress die…”

“What does it matter what I want?” Yun Xi glared at him, tears streaming down her face. “Let’s go!! Dig them up, dead or alive. We must dig them out!”