novelraw Chapter 42 : How Did Junior Sister Become Like This?
Chapter 42 : How Did Junior Sister Become Like This?
Chapter 42: How Did Junior Sister Become Like This?
Inside the carved jade halls of the Jade Palace.
True Person Han Ze spoke calmly: “Open the formation, and welcome the guests.”
Today was the day when guests from the Black Domain’s Canglan Sect entered the sect, so the Mountain-Guarding Array naturally had to be opened to welcome them.
The one in charge of receiving the guests was Qiu Yuehan.
In the past, during such grand occasions—such as when the Grass-Sword Sect came to discuss Dao—it was always Xia Lianxue who was responsible.
Xia Lianxue’s temperament was gentle, her speech patient, making her suitable to tend to guests.
Qiu Yuehan, however, was different.
She disliked noisy places.
Once things grew noisy, she would feel irritated.
But now that Xia Lianxue’s whereabouts were unknown, and she was the only True Disciple left in the palace, she had no choice but to play the role of welcoming pine.
This time, the Canglan Sect had brought about twelve people.
Leading them was also a True Person of the Sixth Realm, called True Person Zhu Lu, who appeared to be a kindly old man with a white beard.
Qiu Yuehan offered a sword salute: “Fellow Daoists of the Black Domain’s Canglan Sect, my respects.”
Today, she unusually wore a layer of silver-white mystic-fox outer robes, with a light blue long skirt inside.
Her jade-like legs were covered tightly and completely.
“Fellow Daoist of the Jade Palace, my respects.”
Qiu Yuehan turned around: “If you would, please follow me. A welcoming banquet has already been prepared.”
The Dao Discussion Assembly would not begin until tomorrow. Today was for fulfilling the host’s duty.
Hm?
Qiu Yuehan looked at the great gates of the Jade Palace, and suddenly halted mid-step.
“Daoist Yuehan?”
“It’s nothing, this way please.”
It must have been an illusion.
Human joys and sorrows were not the same.
At the welcoming banquet, cups clinked and laughter rang. True Person Zhu Lu was chatting merrily with True Person Han Yi, and the atmosphere appeared quite harmonious.
But Qiu Yuehan only felt that this group was far too noisy. She did not even touch the immortal wine or immortal fruits.
Most of the ones from Canglan Sect this time were young talents. At a glance, Qiu Yuehan indeed saw three or four at the Fourth Realm.
They were all sect prodigies.
Among them, the most eye-catching was a girl who looked incomparably pure.
At this moment, that girl was smiling as she spoke with a male disciple of the Jade Palace, and those male disciples seemed as though their very souls were being hooked away, as if they had never seen a woman before.
The junior sisters in the palace... well, most of them were indeed not as pretty as that pure, white-dressed girl.
Qiu Yuehan had no choice but to admit that this girl was indeed beautiful. She even seemed to have a pleasant name, called... Xian Qingqiu? She appeared to be a poised and gentle girl who treated people kindly.
Such a person naturally won favor.
But Qiu Yuehan disliked her greatly.
Not for any particular reason—just that the first time she laid eyes on Xian Qingqiu, she felt dislike.
“This Immortal Fairy must be Immortal Fairy Qiu Yuehan, yes?”
A male disciple of the Canglan Sect walked up with a smile, attempting to strike conversation with Qiu Yuehan.
Qiu Yuehan only cast him a glance, then turned away.
She had yet to practice her sword today.
Rather than endure this stifling atmosphere, she might as well return to her sword practice.
So she said: “Yuehan is unwell. To not delay tomorrow’s Dao discussion, I shall take my leave to regulate my breath.”
She overheard a Jade Palace male disciple explaining to that Canglan Sect disciple: “Senior Sister Yuehan is like this. Her temperament is extremely cold. To her, only sword practice matters.”
Indeed.
Sword practice was most important. All worldly matters of love and desire were not worth as much as sword practice.
Qiu Yuehan had no tragic past, nor any reason to be obsessed with strength. She was simply pure—she wanted to know the grandeur of the Great Dao.
That was why she was so pure.
The Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique suited her more and more.
A cold and aloof Immortal Fairy clad in white, holding a three-foot-long sword, seeking the Dao with all her heart—nothing else in her heart beyond it.
That was called Supreme.
That was called Transcendence.
Qiu Yuehan closed her eyes, listening to the wind rustling through the leaves, as if everything revolved around her.
If that old monster had come, so be it.
My heart shall not waver.
Then she heard a sentence.
“Come find me in town tonight when you descend the mountain.”
Her glazed heart-state shattered completely.
The heat flowing from her shoulder dragged her down from the Nine Heavens—she still could not avoid going to meet the man who controlled everything about her.
…
When night fell, the moon silently climbed into the sky.
The Immortal Fairy canceled her plan of practicing sword in the bamboo grove tonight, then descended the mountain with extreme reluctance.
Following the guidance of the demon mark on her shoulder, she quickly arrived outside that inn.
Qiu Yuehan took a deep breath.
Her heart was thumping rapidly. She could not help but think—
Inside now was that old monster who looked like a youth, who could not cook, and in all likelihood her junior sister was also inside.
She did not know what had happened to her junior sister.
Judging from how that old monster had no reaction toward herself back then, he probably was not one who indulged in lust.
A woman’s chastity was important—Junior Sister should still be unharmed.
Or perhaps Junior Sister had already been “trained” by him, and now it was her turn—that old monster waiting to toy with one Jade Lotus in each hand.
Qiu Yuehan bit her lip, about to knock on the door, but suddenly a voice came from within.
“Does Young Master think Senior Sister is stronger than me?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
What were they talking about?
Qiu Yuehan leaned in to listen.
She heard that old monster say: “Your senior sister’s sword is different from yours. She is more suited for One Sword from the West. One Sword from the West is not my sword, but what suits you is my sword.”
What One Sword from the West?
Qiu Yuehan pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.
As expected, she saw her junior sister.
Though the two of them did not interact much daily, they actually understood each other deeply—after all, they had lived in the same palace for over ten years.
But she had never seen her junior sister so close to a man before, her face flushed red like clouds.
“Young Master didn’t lie to me?”
“When have I ever lied to you?”
Qiu Yuehan looked in disbelief as her junior sister leaned forward to pour tea obediently for that man, looking truly delighted to be able to learn his sword.
What kind of bewitching soup had this old monster fed her junior sister?!
“Stop eavesdropping, come in.”
The teasing voice came from beside her ear.
Qiu Yuehan stiffened, her long hair taut as it fell straight.
Creaaak.
She pushed the door open.
In the dim candlelight, Qiu Yuehan saw Lu Changyuan—and also Xia Lianxue.
Qiu Yuehan had imagined countless possibilities of reuniting with her junior sister, but never had she thought it would be like this—seeing her junior sister in a man’s room in the middle of the night.
For a brief instant, Qiu Yuehan felt as though she had been pricked by needles, or else her body would not have tensed so.
So strange.
Why was Junior Sister looking at me with such hostility?
“Senior Sister... why are you here?”
Lu Changyuan cut in: “I called her.”
Xia Lianxue turned abruptly toward Lu Changyuan: “Young Master and Senior Sister have some secret means of passing messages?”
She had been with Lu Changyuan almost constantly, yet had never seen him contact Qiu Yuehan.
“After all, Young Master once saved me. Before, I left him a communication sword.”
Qiu Yuehan felt her cheeks burn red.
But she could not tell Xia Lianxue—Junior Sister, I was branded with a demon mark by your Young Master, and became his servant.
Her always-calm mindset shattered completely, her face burning hot.
Yet Xia Lianxue across from her seemed not to notice this at all.
That always-gentle junior sister merely wiped her sword and said:
“Senior Sister, about the time when I fell into demonic ways, I am very sorry. I never truly wished to kill you.”
Qiu Yuehan was stunned, then closed the door: “Naturally I believe you, Junior Sister. We grew up together, close as sisters. Besides... True Person Han Yi seems somewhat amiss.”
Xia Lianxue nodded: “Senior Sister, Junior Sister wishes to spar with you once more. Would that be alright?”
That always-gentle Xia Lianxue now suddenly had a fierce battle intent.
Qiu Yuehan had never known her junior sister could be so sharp and forceful.
“A spar?”
Qiu Yuehan completely did not understand what Xia Lianxue was saying.
Only Lu Changyuan knew.
It was because he had just misspoken.
After finishing the Autumn Sword, when they returned to the room and Xia Lianxue brewed tea for him, she suddenly asked: “Can I not learn Young Master’s One Sword from the West?”
Lu Changyuan had not thought much of it, and naturally replied: “One Sword from the West does not suit you. That sword is too ferocious. It is better suited for your senior sister.”
Originally, Lu Changyuan had already soothed the little fairy.
Look, you are more suited to my sword. Xia Lianxue had nodded. But who would have thought, at that exact moment, Qiu Yuehan entered.
Xia Lianxue had already been wanting to fight Qiu Yuehan.
Now, she wanted it even more.
This time, it was not because of heart demons, but rather... no reason at all.
She simply wanted to spar with her senior sister in front of Young Master.