Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 68 / Chapter 235: Junior Sister, Descendant of the Sword Ancestor

Boom!  

Under the surge of molten lava, the body of Qiong Peak shattered and collapsed in succession. After nearly two hours of smoldering, the mountain fire had already spread fifty miles out.

The lake water evaporated, beasts scattered in panic, and the forest was left in ruin.

If left unchecked, the mountain fire caused by the explosion of the furnace would turn a hundred miles of wilderness around Qiong Peak into a raging inferno.

The senior disciples of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, drawn by the fire from the furnace explosion, did not know what had happened at Qiong Peak that night, but they quickly gathered large quantities of water-based talismans and materials from the sect’s storerooms, using various spells to delay the fire’s spread.

“Senior Brother, this fire just won’t go out! We’ve used over three hundred water talismans already, and Senior Sister Chen’s rain-summoning spells have nearly drained their spiritual energy!”

“Have all the junior disciples with low spiritual energy retreat back to the sect to rest. The rest, keep holding on! At least until the elders arrive!”

“—Understood!”

Meanwhile, six cultivators in golden-white robes stood high in the sky, frowning as they observed the scene below.

“Elder Tian Xing, this earth spirit fire won’t be easy to extinguish.”

The white-bearded elder stroked his beard, saying,

“Indeed. The spiritual energy in the earth veins below is chaotic, like a jar of aged wine. Judging by that blaze earlier, it looks like someone was secretly refining pills here…lighting a fire on top of a wine jar…hah…”

Another cultivator held a spiritual mirror, observing the path of the earth spirit fire from a bird’s-eye view over Qiong Peak.

“Less complaining; let’s figure out how to put out this fire first. If it keeps burning like this, and it breaches the earth veins, we might need to redraw the map within a thousand miles.”

“Any better ideas? Even if ten Nascent Soul elders of the sect extinguish this fire, it would take several months and cost decades’ worth of true essence.”

“Setting a fire is easy; smothering it is hard,” murmured a female cultivator reclining on a large jade gourd. “I’ve heard that the Sword Ancestor had a sword that could suppress primordial energies. If we had that sword, calming the chaotic spirit energy here would be a simple task.”

“So, where’s the sword?”

The female cultivator glanced to the side. “You’re asking me?”

“If you don’t know, then don’t bother bringing it up!”

The white-bearded elder shook his head. “The Sword Ancestor’s life-bound spiritual sword, Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits… Sect Master Yun has searched for over a thousand years, but its whereabouts remain unknown. Maybe it shattered along with the Sword Ancestor’s fall, or maybe it ended up in the hands of demonic cultivators in the Eastern Region…”

“Alright, enough chit-chat. Let’s form the array. First, calm the earth veins, then the chaotic spirit energy, and finally put out the mountain fire.”

The six cultivators sighed, summoning their spiritual swords and channeling their energy.

Six streams of spiritual energy painted a massive hexagram formation across the sky, covering the entirety of Qiong Peak below.

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Snow and wind stopped abruptly. In an instant, the dark clouds above were dispersed by a surge of spiritual light.

Ye Anping, with Pei Lengxue, soared on his sword, arriving above a lake now boiling from the intense spirit fire.

In his hand, the “Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword,” emanating intense cold as if it were melting, continued to exude a fine white mist.

Upon seeing the array pattern emerging in the sky, Ye Anping immediately understood—Shadowmoon Sword Sect’s elders had arrived, ready to stabilize the chaotic spirit veins and suppress the spirit fire here.

In a way, the culprit behind this earth spirit fire was him.

Naturally, he should bear responsibility for it.

—Or so it would seem!

In the game’s plot, there was no furnace explosion or mountain fire; Zhuang Yan successfully refined the Pill, so the current events had entirely deviated from the game.

However, both the explosion and obtaining this “Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword” were part of his plan. These two things were meant to lead to one outcome. And that outcome was a gift he had prepared for his junior sister.

Ye Anping exhaled, turned, handed her the Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword, and asked,

“Junior Sister, have you ever worried that I wouldn’t see you favorably?”

Pei Lengxue tilted her head, unsure why he’d ask such a question.

After pondering briefly, she nodded,

“Yes… Senior Brother is the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect; my parents were mortals, and I was brought here by Master Ye, a mortal becoming a cultivator…”

Pei Lengxue’s eyes flickered with a hint of unease,

“Why are you suddenly asking about this, Senior Brother?”

Ye Anping shook his head, held her face gently, and said softly,

“I used to think I was the one unworthy of you.”

Pei Lengxue seemed puzzled. “Huh?”

With a smile, he explained,

“Junior Sister, you’re far more remarkable than you realize. Feng Yudie is the Fated One, Xiao Yunluo has the Azure Dragon Body, but you’re no less than either of them.”

“…But I’m a mere triple-spirit root cultivator.”

“What did Immortal Yun Jian just say? Didn’t you hear?”

“Hear what?”

Was this girl really listening to nothing other than his words? Ye Anping felt a bit exasperated, though slightly pleased.

“He said you have the Singular Water Spirit root.”

Pei Lengxue hesitated for a while, still not comprehending,

“…Is that impressive?”

“Extremely. Far more than your Senior Brother… Compared to you, I’m nothing at all.”

“… …”

Pei Lengxue was silent for a moment, looking down at the sword in her hand,

“Senior Brother will always be my Senior Brother and my…. Dao companion!”

Ye Anping was momentarily speechless, embarrassed, but continued explaining,

“You’re no longer an ordinary mortal-turned-cultivator. Look at the sword in your hand. Who do you think you are now?”

Pei Lengxue remained silent for a moment, then replied with unwavering conviction,

“Your Dao companion!”

“And what else?”

“Your Junior Sister?”

“…And?”

“…Pei Lengxue?”

Is this girl truly so oblivious?

Ye Anping pursed his lips, tugged gently on her face, and clarified,

“You’ve now inherited the Sword Ancestor’s legacy; you are a descendant of Immortal Yun Jian. This identity entitles you to command the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, stand proudly before any immortal family, and be treated with the utmost respect in the entire Hundred Lotus Sect.”

“… …”

Pei Lengxue cradled the sword, contemplating for a while before asking,

“But I’m still your Dao companion, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Then it’s fine,” Pei Lengxue murmured with a pout, “As long as I’m your Dao companion, nothing else matters.”

“… …”

Ye Anping felt as though the priceless gift he’d carefully prepared for his Junior Sister had been casually tossed aside into some storeroom to collect dust.

There was an odd sense of helplessness and slight embarrassment.

It seemed she didn’t grasp the significance of being the “Sword Ancestor’s descendant.”

He’d chosen this gift in the hopes it would bring her some pride, even a bit of arrogance, but she appeared content with things as they were, caring only about being his Dao companion.

Her lack of ambition was entirely his doing.

—He was the one who had raised her this way.

“Ah….”

Ye Anping sighed, brushing the stray hair behind her ear,

“Junior Sister, use this sword to assist the Shadowmoon Sword Sect elders in calming the chaotic spirit veins here. Do you know how to do that?”

Pei Lengxue looked at the sword in her hand, then gazed around at the raging spirit fire. Tilting her head, she replied,

“…I don’t know.”

Ye Anping sighed again and began to explain carefully,

“Sigh…. it’s like this—”