Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 67 / Chapter 234: The Sword Ancestor, Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits

On the horizon, the rising sun peeked out.

A faint light painted a line dividing night and day at the sky’s edge.

At the base of the mountain where the Snow Dragon Cave of Qiong Peak was located, lava still continuously spewed from the cracks, and scorching flames devoured the once eternally white peak.

Wrapped in a cloak provided by Pei Lengxue, Ye Anping flew through the air on his sword, like a tour guide, recounting the history of the mountain to her:

“This was once an active volcano that erupted frequently. Thousands of years ago, Immortal Yun Jian ascended here, transforming spiritual energy into divine energy, enduring the lightning tribulation. The energy of the lightning suppressed the earth’s fire, turning this once fiery peak into a snow-capped mountain. A millennium later, his son, Yun Tianchong, followed in his father’s footsteps and came here to ascend. However, his tribulation was insufficient, and the lightning broke through the earth veins. As a result, the snowy Qiong Peak became a place where chaotic spiritual energy rendered it barren.”

“Hmm…” Pei Lengxue nodded with a confused expression.

She wasn’t sure why her senior brother was suddenly telling her this, but she figured she should just remember whatever he said.

Seeing her expression, Ye Anping felt a bit helpless and asked,

“Can you guess where I’m taking you?”

“Hmm… no idea.”

“I’m taking you to be sold.”

Pei Lengxue was silent for a moment before furrowing her brows and asking,

“…I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t bear to do it.”

This girl…

Ye Anping shook his head in exasperation, opting not to say more.

Smiling bitterly, he focused on flying through the sky, aiming for the clouds.

Entering the clouds, Ye Anping relied on his sense of direction and memory, circling a few times.

Then, using his spiritual energy to create a protective barrier around himself and his junior sister, they burst through the clouds.

In an instant, the dilapidated mountain peak and the swirling snow disappeared, replaced by an endless sea of clouds and a conical rock platform floating above them.

Atop the platform stood a small octagonal pavilion, beneath which was a stone tablet. Surrounding it were a few bookshelves filled with wooden scrolls and records.

The two landed on the platform and walked over to the stone tablet within the pavilion.

Ye Anping wiped the dust off the stone tablet, revealing the words: “The Sword of Yun Knows No Return.” He then stepped back and said,

“Junior sister, cut it with your sword technique.”

“Okay!!”

Pei Lengxue eagerly nodded in response, quickly summoning her spiritual sword. At the same time, Ye Anping also unsheathed his own sword, standing by her side.

The two raised their swords and channeled their spiritual energy, stepping back in sync.

Clang—!

A golden and ice-blue flash of light merged into one, with eleven sword shadows striking the center of the stone tablet. However, despite the tablet appearing to be made of ordinary stone, it remained completely unscathed.

Pei Lengxue froze for a moment, unsure what to think.

Seeing that her senior brother hadn’t stopped her, she decided to raise her sword again for a second attempt.

Just as she was about to swing her sword once more, a youthful voice suddenly echoed behind them.

“Did I offend you two?! Huh?! Striking so hard like that, are you trying to destroy my legacy?”

?!

Pei Lengxue was startled, instinctively turning around and swinging her spiritual sword behind her. However, the young boy who had appeared behind them casually raised his left hand, effortlessly stopping her sword in mid-air.

The golden-haired boy, dressed in a gold-and-white Daoist robe, was so short that he barely reached Ye Anping and Pei Lengxue’s chests. Yet, the celestial aura surrounding him was undeniable.

Ye Anping hurried forward, pulling his junior sister back a step and cupping his hands in respect.

“The younger generation greets Immortal Yun Jian.”

Seeing her senior brother bow, Pei Lengxue quickly withdrew her sword, bowing her head.

“…Greetings.”

Immortal Yun Jian pursed his lips, glancing at the two before him. Seeing that neither their hair nor eye color matched his descendants, a flicker of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

“Ugh, who would have thought that the first ones to summon me wouldn’t even be my descendants but two outsiders? Yun Tianchong really is a disappointment…”

With his hands behind his back, Immortal Yun Jian walked to the edge of the platform, gazing out at the endless sea of clouds, and sighed.

“Back then, I made a bet with Xuanji. She bet that my Shadowmoon Sword Sect would eventually die out and asked me to give her the Shadowmoon Sword Technique, so she could help find a successor. So, I split the Shadowmoon Sword Technique into two parts, Yin and Yang, and entrusted her to give them to my descendants… So, you two are the ones she found?”

Ye Anping respectfully cupped his hands and replied,

“We are merely lucky enough to have found the two sword manuals in your old cave dwelling.”

“Oh?” Immortal Yun Jian raised an eyebrow and said, “Old cave dwelling?”

“Yes, the cave in the Eastern Forest Mountain of the Western Regions.”

“Ah—then it was likely Xuanji who placed them there. I was wondering… One of you has very average talent, and the other girl has a Singular Water Spirit Root, which is one of the most frustrating types. How could either of you have caught Xuanji’s attention?”

Ye Anping bit his lip, at a loss for words.

“That’s… true.”

“So, it turns out you’re just two lucky juniors,” he grumbled. “Anyway, what year is it now?”

“The Immortal Calendar, year 2110.”

“Oh? Then I must have been dead for…”

Ye Anping dryly interjected, “Two thousand and twenty-three years.”

“Ah! Yes, yes… It’s been that long?” Immortal Yun Jian looked surprised. “Tell me, how is my son doing?”

“Sect Master Yun, he…”

“‘Sect Master Yun’? That little brat? He was nothing but a delinquent!”

“… Yun Tianchong has now reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm and plans to enter seclusion soon to break through to Void Return.”

“Really? He’s at the late Nascent Soul stage? I find that hard to believe.” Immortal Yun Jian furrowed his brow and, with a wave of his hand, ushered Ye Anping and Pei Lengxue to sit in the pavilion, conjuring tea for them. “Alright, be honest with me. I won’t be mad. What’s his real cultivation level?”

“Late stage Nascent Soul.”

Bam!

Immortal Yun Jian slammed the table. “I said, tell me the truth!”

“It really is the late Nascent Soul stage.”

“… …”

Immortal Yun Jian pouted, staring at Ye Anping for a long time. Eventually, he sighed and waved dismissively.

“Alright, late Nascent Soul it is. But he’s probably hit his limit. I bet he won’t break through to Void Return. The fact that he even reached Nascent Soul is already an achievement. And what about my grandchildren?”

Ye Anping sighed, feeling a bit exhausted.

“They’re… alright.”

“…‘Alright’? Explain that. What are their names, genders, spiritual roots, and cultivation levels? You sound like you’re only ‘alright.’”

After a moment of silence, Ye Anping answered,

“Yun Yuecheng, male, quadruple spiritual roots. At twelve, he tragically fell off a thousand-foot cliff while practicing swordsmanship and died on the spot. Yun Wuyue, female, was poisoned at age three and died young. Yun Siming, female, dual spiritual roots, was killed at twenty-one by a rank-six demonic beast—”

“Stop!”

“What’s wrong? You told me to report.”

“I didn’t have that many grandchildren, did I?”

“You had quite a few. Unlike you, Yun Tianchong had over thirty wives, and almost every one of them bore him a child.”

“Ugh, that scoundrel…”

Immortal Yun Jian gritted his teeth upon hearing this, but it didn’t seem to surprise him. In fact, he had long suspected that Yun Tianchong would grow up to be quite the troublemaker.

With a furrowed brow, he glanced at Pei Lengxue and Ye Anping, feeling disheartened. He then asked,

“Wasn’t there a single talented one still alive?”

“The only one who might meet your standards is Yun Kunwu…”

Seeing the dejection on Ye Anping’s face, Immortal Yun Jian quickly caught on and asked, “You sound hesitant. There’s more, isn’t there?”

“Yes, but Yun Kunwu’s heart turned to darkness. He committed a grievous sin and publicly insulted the sect masters of Profound Star Sect and Overclear Sect. In the end, Yun Tianchong personally destroyed his physical body and imprisoned his soul in the Sword Grave.”

“… …”

Immortal Yun Jian remained silent for a long time before speaking, his tone heavy.

“Kid, to be honest, it’s not that I look down on you and the girl beside you. Though I said so before, deep down, I still hoped to pass my legacy down to my bloodline. I may look as young as you, but let’s be real with each other—tell me, what’s the state of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect now?”

“It’s almost done for.”

“I see…” Immortal Yun Jian shook his head and looked up to the sky, letting out a long sigh. “Such misfortune! Such misfortune! I, the proud founder of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect Sect, have not a single descendant who can uphold the name of Shadowmoon Sword Sect, and one of them even turned to evil? Xuanji’s prophecy was right after all… I accept my fate…”

His youthful face carried a deep frown between his brows. After a moment, he stood up, walked to the pavilion’s edge with his hands behind his back, and said:

“You two, the sword embryo is yours. Remember to carry on my name as the Shadowmoon Sword Sect Immortal.”

The childlike voice gradually faded as Immortal Yun Jian’s figure dissolved into shimmering light, disappearing before their eyes. In the next instant, a four-foot-long sword of pure ice appeared before the stone tablet.

“This sword is called Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits…”