Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 66 / Chapter 233: The Protagonist, The Spirit of Spring

In the vast snowy forest, a gust of spiritual wind swept through, revealing the early signs of spring. Leaning against a tree with her disheveled hair, Yun Yiyi looked in disbelief at the golden spiritual aura radiating from Feng Yu’s body.

Spiritual energy arises from all things, and all things begin in the spring. The spiritual energy surrounding “Feng Yu” was the pure essence of spring itself.

Yun Yiyi had once read a passage in a Daoist text: only cultivators who have achieved complete tranquility and view external matters as inconsequential can refine this “spirit of spring” within themselves. Such a cultivator would tread where life springs forth—everywhere they go, there would be no more scorching summers, withering autumns, or freezing winters—only eternal spring.

Throughout history, many cultivators have been called saints, but none have ever reached this level. To exist in the world is to be inevitably entangled in worldly cause and effect—whether through wealth, power, lust, fame, or obsession. Only a newborn baby, freshly emerging from the womb, is truly free from worldly ties.

But now, standing before her was “Feng Yu,” someone as pure as a blank canvas.

Her younger sister, who usually reeked of alcohol and had a foul mouth, had encountered such a person. No wonder her sister was willing to give up her status as the young mistress of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect to follow this person and live as a wandering cultivator, selling wine for a living.

At the time, Yun Yiyi had doubted that Feng Yu had ulterior motives, but now it seemed her sister’s words were true: “You don’t understand my Yu.”

And now, Feng Yu had saved her sister.

But Ye Anping…

At this thought, Yun Yiyi felt a pang of sadness and a trace of jealousy in her heart.

As she looked at Feng Yu holding her sister, she couldn’t help but wonder—was it jealousy that made her think this? Or was it something deeper?

She suddenly felt that this person was not a man, but rather more like a woman.

“…”

Yun Yiyi’s gaze shifted to Yun Jiujiu’s face. Knowing her sister well, she realized that if Feng Yu really was a woman disguised as a man, her sister might have a mental breakdown

In any case, whatever happened between them had nothing to do with her.

Just then, three beams of spiritual light flashed across the sky. Noticing the patch of green among the white snow, the three beams descended from their swords.

Yun Xi, Pei Lengxue, and Zhang Yihe landed in front of them.

Seeing her two troublesome older sisters still alive, Yun Xi let out a long sigh of relief, although her brows remained furrowed. She walked over to Yun Yiyi and, after a brief pause, gave a cold chuckle before asking:

“Heh, are you alright?”

“…I’m fine.”

“Good to hear.” Yun Xi pouted and then pulled out two high-grade healing pills from her storage bag, tossing them to her sister. “Take them, heal up quickly. We’ll guard you while you recover. The other elders will likely arrive soon.”

“Mm…”

As Yun Yiyi began meditating after taking the pills, Yun Xi glanced over at Feng Yudie and Yun Jiujiu.

She assumed that since Feng Yu had caught up, Ye Anping, who had been with Yun Yiyi, should have followed. However, seeing no sign of him, she asked, “Where’s Young Master Ye? Where is he?”

Pei Lengxue, standing behind Yun Xi, also shifted her gaze to Feng Yudie.

She didn’t know “Feng Yu,” so she silently mouthed the question: “Where’s my senior brother?”

“Mm?” Feng Yudie thought for a moment.

Since Ye Anping hadn’t come out yet, he likely didn’t want to reveal himself in front of Yun Yiyi and the others.

Feeling it would be inappropriate to say much, she simply pursed her lips and pointed her face in Ye Anping’s direction, trying to guide Pei Lengxue with her expression:

“Pssst—pssst—pssst—”

?

Seeing Feng Yudie pursing her lips in her direction, Pei Lengxue tilted her head in confusion, completely unable to understand.

However, at that moment, Yun Yiyi spoke up, “…Young Master Ye has perished.”

Both Yun Xi and Pei Lengxue were instantly stunned by her words.

Yun Xi stood frozen for a long time, then asked for confirmation, “Huh? No way. Did he really…?”

“Mm…”

Yun Xi swallowed hard, worriedly looking at Pei Lengxue beside her. She whispered softly:

“Junior Sister Pei…”

Yun Yiyi lowered her head apologetically, guilt evident in her eyes. “The responsibility for what happened to Young Master Ye lies with me, so…”

However, Pei Lengxue’s expression remained unchanged. She stared silently at Yun Yiyi for a moment, then her ears twitched suddenly, and she spun around, running swiftly into the depths of the snow-covered forest.

“Ah?! Junior Sister Pei…” Yun Xi reached out instinctively to stop her, but she was a second too late, her hand missing Pei Lengxue’s shoulder.

Watching her run off into the woods, Yun Xi was about to give chase when Zhang Yihe, who had been silent until now, raised his hand to stop her. “Third Young Mistress, let Miss Pei have some time alone.”

“Ah…” Yun Xi slowly lowered her outstretched hand, watching as Pei Lengxue’s figure disappeared into the depths of the snowy forest.

She didn’t say anything further.

In any case, the other Shadowmmon Sword Sect elders would arrive soon, and they could search for her then.

Just as Feng Yudie was about to follow, a sudden explosive sound echoed from the sky.

Boom!

A figure, glowing with golden spiritual light, plummeted from the heavens, crashing directly into Yun Xi, dragging a trench ten feet long into the forest floor.

It took Feng Yudie, Zhang Yihe, and the others a few moments to process what had happened before they turned to look.

Hu Tianyue lay in a deep pit, her face twitching as she glared angrily at the sky, muttering under her breath, “Tsk, that old bastard… really hard to deal with, ugh—”

She instinctively reached behind her to push herself up but touched something soft instead. Turning her head, she saw that she had landed directly on Yun Xi, whose face was now buried in the ground beneath her.

Hu Tianyue blinked in surprise. “Third Young Mistress, with your cultivation level, you didn’t need to catch me from below.”

Zhang Yihe, finally snapping out of his daze, quickly reached out a hand and warned, “Third Young Mistress! Be careful! Elder Hu is about to land on you!!”

…

Deep within the snow-laden forest, Ye Anping stood on the branch of a pine tree, his left hand holding the trunk, the iron whistle he used to signal his junior sister between his teeth. He watched the situation near Yun Yiyi, waiting for his junior sister to find him.

Seeing Hu Tianyue crash down onto Yun Xi, Ye Anping winced as though feeling the pain himself. His body shuddered, and his features scrunched up. “Sss—could she be any more unlucky?”

He sighed lightly. It wasn’t surprising that Hu Tianyue hadn’t been able to capture Zhuang Yan; it was exactly what he expected.

In fact, if Hu Tianyue had managed to capture Zhuang Yan, it would’ve caused him more trouble, as he would then have to figure out how to free Zhuang Yan himself.

Although Ye Anping hadn’t witnessed it, he could easily imagine that, during the cauldron explosion, Zhuang Yan must have sacrificed an arm to forcibly retrieve the incomplete malevolent pill from the cauldron.

Even though the pill was shattered, it was still usable.

Zhuang Yan would no doubt find an opportunity to sneak into the Shadowmoon Sword Sect’s forbidden grounds and use the incomplete malevolent pill to create the Cursed Body for his direct disciple, Yun Kunwu.

Once Yun Kunwu was bound to the flawed Cursed Body, his mind would be overwhelmed with rage, leading him to lose control.

Ye Anping could almost predict that the first person Yun Kunwu would kill would be his master, Zhuang Yan.

But that was a matter for the future.

Right now, he needed to take his junior sister to the hidden cave at the Qiong Peak Mountain to claim the first reward for their involvement in the Sword Sect affair—the Xueqiong Wanling Sword.

Ye Anping glanced down toward the base of the pine tree where his junior sister had already arrived.

She was standing there, head tilted back, her large, bright orange eyes gazing expectantly at him.

She didn’t call out to him, nor did she try to jump up into the tree. She simply stood there, staring up at him, waiting for him to come down.

Swish—

Ye Anping jumped down from the tree, landing smoothly.

He stepped behind his junior sister, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her into a princess carry.

When he had carried Feng Yudie earlier, she had felt weightless, as if some mysterious force was supporting her. But his junior sister, on the other hand, had a much more substantial feel to her.

He could feel every bit of her weight through his arms, but it wasn’t a burden. It was more like holding a well-balanced, finely crafted sword—the weight was solid, but it felt just right, like a perfectly forged blade, unlike a poorly made sword that felt unstable and awkward to wield.

With a teasing smile, Ye Anping asked, “Junior sister, have you gained weight? Did Yun Xi feed you too well?”

Pei Lengxue, holding onto his neck, glanced down at her waist and asked, “I did eat quite a bit. Do you prefer me slimmer?”

“A little weight is better. I used to tell you to eat more, but you wouldn’t.”

“I’ll eat more from now on, then.”

Seeing the smile in her eyes, Ye Anping gently set her back down. He glanced over to where Yun Yiyi and the others were, noticing that Hu Tianyue seemed to be helping Yun Xi and Yun Yiyi recover from their injuries. Satisfied, he said, “Junior sister, come with me to meet someone.”

“Mm.”

With that, Ye Anping summoned his flying sword. Stepping onto it, he pulled his junior sister into his arms, and together they soared out of the snow-covered forest, flying toward the highest Mountain Peak, where they would claim their prize.