Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 64 / Chapter 231: Yun Yiyi, Change of Heart

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Clang clang clang—

In the snow-covered pine forest, wind and snow swirled through the air, mingling with needles blown about by the fierce gusts.

Three Core Formation cultivators relentlessly pursued their target, with the flames from the earlier explosion still smoldering in the forest.

Yun Jiujiu, her once-flaming golden hair now disheveled and slightly curled, showed clear signs of fatigue.

The fire that once burned in her eyes was dimming, revealing the exhaustion of someone close to death.

Clutching a long sword she had snatched from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Yun Jiujiu swung through the snowy haze, leaving behind dazzling streaks of white light.

Clang—

“Haa—!”

With the force of a massive boulder, she slashed vertically, making the light sword in her hand feel as heavy as a bear’s paw, displaying the terrifying strength that far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

Although the Core Formation cultivator before her reacted quickly, raising his sword in defense, the difference in strength was glaringly obvious when their blades clashed.

Yun Jiujiu possessed an innate divine strength, rumored to be inherited from the dragon child Baxia, giving her the power to grasp the sun and moon, and move mountains.

After breaking through her meridians and forcefully advancing her cultivation, her divine strength had reached its peak.

In terms of pure physical power, not even a Nascent Soul cultivator could easily outmatch her.

Under Yun Jiujiu’s powerful strike, the Core Formation cultivator’s eyes filled with terror as cracks spread through the ground beneath him, his feet crushing the rock into countless fissures.

Boom—

Clang—

The spiritual sword in the cultivator’s hand bent under the extreme force, reaching the limits of its durability. Yet Yun Jiujiu, with blood gushing from her arms as her veins ruptured under the strain, increased her strength by another thirty percent.

“Die for me!!”

In her deceptively sweet, childlike voice, the man’s spiritual sword let out a final, brittle crack, snapping in half. Yun Jiujiu’s sword sliced through his neck, cutting diagonally across his body, before embedding itself into the rock below.

Boom—

The ground shook violently as the earth beneath them crumbled, turning into a spray of debris that shot into the air, soaring hundreds of feet high.

Ten meters away, Yun Yiyi, leaning against a tree, weakly raised her hand to form a spiritual shield, blocking the incoming shards of rock.

“Jiujiu…”

Yun Yiyi watched as blood steamed off Yun Jiujiu’s body, her teeth clenched in anguish.

She could tell that every swing of Yun Jiujiu’s sword was draining her life force.

Each strike was accompanied by excruciating pain that would be unbearable for most people.

Yet despite the agony, her younger sister continued to fight with everything she had, determined to protect Yun Yiyi and bring her back to the Shadowmoon Sword sect safely.

A few hours ago, she had lost Ye Anping.

And soon, she would lose her sister, Yun Jiujiu, as well.

“Ahh—! I swear I’ll skin you alive today! Come on—!”

Clang—

Clang clang—

“Arrgh—! Screw you all—!”

Amidst the flurry of flashing blades and the incessant clanging of swords, Yun Yiyi watched everything in silence, still unable to understand why Yun Jiujiu was fighting so desperately to protect her.

She despised Yun Jiujiu.

Vulgar, unreasonable, rude, impolite, abrasive, a fool, a lunatic.

Yun Jiujiu had once beaten her so badly over a petty argument that she had been bedridden for months.

She had spat in her face, humiliated her in front of others.

Yun Yiyi knew full well that Yun Jiujiu hated her too.

Though they were sisters by blood, they were not sisters in spirit.

More like rivals living under the same roof, constantly scheming and plotting against one another for the sect master’s position.

Before Yun Tianchong set down the rules, they had even tried to kill each other more than once…

Yun Yiyi couldn’t even recall a single moment of warmth or peace between them.

Yet, here was this person—whom she loathed and who loathed her—now doing everything in her power, risking her life, to protect her.

—How could I, the elder sister, allow my younger sister to protect me?!

—I should be the one protecting her!

Yun Yiyi, barely able to lift her hand without extreme effort, felt powerless. How could she possibly protect her younger sister, Yun Jiujiu, in her current state?

A flood of negative emotions overwhelmed her—frustration, helplessness, anger, and sorrow all tangled together in her heart. Clenching her teeth, she shouted:

“Jiujiu!! That’s enough!!”

“Enough my ass!! Shut up, sis!!”

Clang—

Gritting her teeth, Yun Jiujiu deflected the sword aimed at her, but in the next moment, a fire-based spell struck her left shoulder hard.

Boom—

A surge of heat exploded in the snow-covered forest as flames, carrying debris, slammed into Yun Jiujiu. Her body was flung through the air like a ragdoll, bouncing off the snowy ground and smashing through a dozen massive pines before finally coming to a stop.

Cough—

She spat out a mouthful of blood, but despite the agony, she immediately tried to rise again, determined to rejoin the fight.

Yet, as she propped herself up, Yun Jiujiu realized her hand could no longer grip her sword. Even standing was now impossible.

The two remaining Core Formation cultivators stood a short distance away, panting heavily, their spiritual swords glowing ominously.

Their eyes, once calm and indifferent, now reflected disbelief.

They knew Yun Jiujiu’s reputation, had heard stories of her divine strength, but they never imagined that a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator could hold her own against three Core Formation experts for so long—and even kill one of them.

But it was clear now that the battle was over. Yun Jiujiu had reached her limit.

The two cultivators, after steadying their breaths, turned their focus away from her. They slowly advanced toward Yun Yiyi, their spiritual swords reflecting a cold, deadly light as they prepared to stab her through the chest.

Yun Jiujiu, seeing this, bit down on her teeth hard enough to draw blood. She filled her lungs with air and let out a thunderous roar:

“GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER, YOU BASTARDS!!!”

Though her body had reached its breaking point, another surge of unimaginable strength erupted from deep within her. In a blink, she leapt from twenty feet away, appearing in front of Yun Yiyi just in time.

Her movement was so swift it rivaled the teleportation of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. But the price was heavy—blood gushed from both her knees, staining the snow red.

Startled, the two Core Formation cultivators hesitated, but their swords still shot forward.

Clang—

Yun Jiujiu raised her sword to block the attack.

Just before their three swords clashed, a calm voice echoed from a branch of a snow-covered pine nearby:

“Now.”

In that instant, a silver flash darted down from above.

Clang—

A fourth sword appeared, interjecting itself between Yun Jiujiu and the two Core Formation cultivators.

In the next breath—

Slash—

A golden streak sliced through the waist of one of the Core Formation cultivators. The sheer force of the sword wind carved a fan-shaped gap in the snow behind him.

“Hiya~”

Feng Yudie flashed a grin at Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi as they stared at her, dumbstruck.

With a quick smirk, she lifted her foot and kicked the lower half of the dismembered cultivator flying into the distance.