novelraw Chapter 68 : Little Junior Sister
Chapter 68 : Little Junior Sister
Chapter 68: Little Junior Sister
Hurry.
Faster.
Jiang Jiayi thought so.
The strongest sword in this world belonged to the White Domain Dao Sect’s master, but the fastest and sharpest sword was hers.
Compared to the Dao Sect Master’s Dao, her true Sword Dao was far faster.
The wooden sword tore through the air, as though it could slice through the void itself.
Sonic booms rang endlessly, erupting again and again across the sky.
She had already pushed her speed to the limit, yet still felt it was not enough.
At the tip of the wooden sword, the force of sharpness gathered.
The great sun in the sky responded, as if coating her sword with a hazy glow.
All within a thousand miles heard the sword’s cry and saw their own swords trembling.
Countless swords at their owners’ waists quivered restlessly, as though yearning to soar into the heavens and follow this innate sword body who had entered the Profound Realm to kill enemies.
Why was the White Domain Dao Sect able to suppress the entire White Domain?
First, because the Dao Sect Master’s swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world, having inherited from Daoist Chang’an.
Second, because the Sect possessed an innate sword body whose sword alone could suppress mountains and rivers, pacify the four seas.
When these two joined forces, even if all cultivators of the Seventh Realm, Jade Radiance, came together, they would still gain nothing.
Such a Jade Radiance, using her sword to mirror the setting sun, with the fiery afterglow blazing—One Sword from the West!
The wooden sword’s speed grew even faster.
For a moment, it was as though she had cleaved apart space itself.
But it was not yet over.
Jiang Jiayi continued swinging her sword.
One Sword from the West consumed tremendously, yet now she swung it again and again.
Beneath her long brows, her eyes surged with sword intent.
She was not Daoist Chang’an’s disciple, and she could not perform the Four Seasons Sword Technique, but she had indeed inherited One Sword from the West.
Jiang Jiayi was uncertain whether Lu Changyuan truly was Daoist Chang’an, but as long as there was even the slightest chance, she would give her all.
Xia Lianxue stared blankly at the scene, then belatedly extended her hand.
The aura of the Dao of Time circulated, restoring Jiang Jiayi’s state.
“I’ll reverse your mana—you only need to keep swinging your sword!”
Time Dao and Sword Dao erupted simultaneously.
Across eight thousand miles, wind and moonlight all passed in a glance.
The sound of wind, of thunder, of howling roared endlessly behind the sword.
The unseen, the unknown, all appeared before her eyes.
Heavenly Mountain had arrived.
“Faster!”
Jiang Jiayi’s gaze sharpened.
Her sword split open the firmament, striking straight into Heavenly Mountain.
The White Domain Dao Sect’s master resided at the summit of Heavenly Mountain, while Jiang Jiayi’s own residence lay at its foot.
This Heavenly Mountain housed only the two of them.
All other disciples of the Dao Sect lived on the surrounding peaks, encircling and guarding Heavenly Mountain.
When they saw the fierce red radiance, their hearts leapt in shock.
Jiang Jiayi’s sword shattered Heavenly Mountain’s concealing barrier, and in an instant she flashed into her secluded garden, only then letting out a breath.
The great tree in the courtyard remained exactly as it had been when she left.
Returning to this familiar place, Jiang Jiayi finally relaxed.
But a mouthful of true qi surged back, leaving her face pale, her breath in disarray.
Her mana was exhausted, her origin damaged.
A voice came from the mountain peak.
“Jiayi, I saw a blood thunder descend, but then it suddenly vanished… Why are you so gravely injured?!”
Jiang Jiayi forced herself upright, speaking toward the mountain summit:
“Ancestor Red Luan attempted to defy the heavens and change fate. She was punished by blood thunder and became half a Painting Demon. I fought her and suffered some injuries.”
“So that was it. Bring the person up. Once I’ve seen her, you may go to the rear mountain’s Heavenly Pool to restore your wounds.”
The voice was ethereal, light as drifting clouds.
Jiang Jiayi glanced at Xia Lianxue, signaling with her eyes, then looked toward Qiu Yuehan:
“Follow me up the mountain.”
Qiu Yuehan froze, unsure what to say.
“You needn’t say a word—I will explain.”
Jiang Jiayi steadied her breath and spoke softly:
“Do not be afraid.
She does not eat people.”
Qiu Yuehan was silent for a moment.
The Dao Sect Master, the strongest person in this world—she wanted to meet her.
But for what reason?
Qiu Yuehan felt nervous.
No one could remain calm upon learning they were to meet the Dao Sect Master.
Wind swept across the mountain peak.
The clouds slowly parted, revealing the grand hall that crowned the summit.
Qiu Yuehan followed behind Jiang Jiayi with small steps.
Though her face betrayed nothing, she was truly flustered.
From within the hall drifted ethereal immortal music:
“I was watching the Desire Demon, so I did not examine the blood thunder carefully. What truly happened?”
From afar, a celestial crane let out a clear cry.
Breeze and moonlight rose and fell with the sound.
Qiu Yuehan’s heart stirred faintly.
Jiang Jiayi spoke evenly:
“Ancestor Red Luan tried to seize Palace Mistress Jade’s body. Palace Mistress Jade defied Heaven’s Dao, so the blood thunder descended.”
“Is that so?”
The Dao Sect Master still reclined lazily:
“If you say it, then so be it. The Desire Demon has stirred again—perhaps trying once more to descend.”
Jiang Jiayi was slightly stunned.
“What should be done?”
“Do nothing. While I am here, its true body cannot descend.”
As her words fell, Qiu Yuehan suddenly felt herself seized in midair, unable to move, then carried into the canopy.
She could only see long jade-like legs sprawled across soft white gauze, a lithe figure upon the bed, making one feel as though ascending beyond the mortal world.
Even just the back view revealed that the other’s appearance must be breathtaking beyond compare.
“So this is my little junior sister?”
Little junior sister?
Qiu Yuehan’s pupils contracted.
It was no secret that the Dao Sect Master had studied under Daoist Chang’an.
In the eyes of the world’s sects, master and disciple alike shared the same domineering manner.
And compared to Daoist Chang’an, who once had restraints, this Dao Sect Master was entirely unshackled—going wherever she wished, more terrifying even than her master.
Seated upon Heavenly Mountain, watching the world, descending at will to thrash anyone she found displeasing.
Qiu Yuehan’s thoughts churned.
Though she had suspicions about Lu Changyuan’s identity, it was still hard to believe that old monster truly was Daoist Chang’an.
“Ah!?”
She suddenly came back to herself, only to find her clothes being pulled open.
At some point, the Dao Sect Master had stood up and come before her.
The Dao Sect Master wore a platinum mask, yet her eyes were not hidden.
Qiu Yuehan saw those eyes, and in that moment she thought—
That old monster must be Daoist Chang’an! This was his disciple!
Their eyes were exactly the same.
“Little junior sister, don’t move. Let me take a good look.”
A jade-white hand slid from Qiu Yuehan’s neck across her shoulder, carefully tracing the demon marks.
“So it truly was that heartless master of mine. Your luck is awful—he harmed you.”
Qiu Yuehan could see pity in those eyes… and also anger!?
The Dao Sect Master’s hand caressed Qiu Yuehan’s cheek:
“My master always favored such cold, aloof fairies. To him, training them into submission was the greatest satisfaction. And for her to tread the Red Dust Sword Dao, for a fairy to fall into mortal dust—that was his twisted delight.”
Qiu Yuehan felt an icy chill sweep across her cheek, sinking into her bones.
Jiang Jiayi’s voice was cold:
“If you slander Daoist Chang’an once more, I will fight you here and now.”
“You seem to care for my shameless master even more than I… Jiayi, I just sensed Taiyi’s aura, and the Ruthless Dao star in the heavens grew ever brighter, did it not?”
The Dao Sect Master turned, gazing beyond the veil at Jiang Jiayi, her eyes flashing like lightning.
Jiang Jiayi only said:
“It was indeed Taiyi. A legacy of Daoist Chang’an. Palace Mistress Jade defied Heaven’s Dao, so I brought her back to Heavenly Mountain to escape the blood thunder.
Daoist Chang’an’s legacy shielded her from it for several days.”
This innate sword body had no intention of telling the Dao Sect Master about Lu Changyuan’s existence.
“So that was it. I thought my shameless master had resurrected. Very well. Then this Palace Mistress Jade, Xia Yutang—what relation has she to my unfeeling master?”
Jiang Jiayi had long expected this question, and a smile appeared.
“She was once Daoist Chang’an’s beloved. So you ought to address Palace Mistress Jade as… ‘Master’s Wife.’”
Heavenly Mountain shook violently.
Snow at its peak cascaded down, and the blue-glass longsword quivered, as though about to unsheathe.