Chapter 17: Junior Sister, Killing the Senior Brother by Hugging
Although Pei Lianxue had initially decided not to observe her senior brother drinking tea and chatting with the vixen, she couldn’t resist glancing midway. To her surprise, the two seemed engaged in a pleasant conversation, and her senior brother wore a satisfied smile.
Unable to control herself, she unintentionally caused an explosion, shattering the wooden pile. Thunderous cracks resembling lightning appeared on the marble floor surrounding the wooden pile.
Hearing the commotion, Ye Anping quickly approached and surveyed the chaos. He couldn’t help but marvel at the aftermath, realizing that Pei Lianxue’s Ye Ying Sword Technique had seemingly broken through to a new level.
The secret sword technique of the Shadow Moon Sword Sect allowed the transformation of leaves into swords at the third level, and at the fourth level, one could manipulate spirits as swords. The cracks on the floor, induced by spiritual energy, indicated that she had touched the edge of the fourth level.
Was this an epiphany? In the game, the sect leader’s direct disciple took nearly twenty years to progress from the third to the fourth level, yet Pei Lianxue achieved it at the age of fourteen.
Ye Anping hadn’t anticipated her exceptional adaptability when he taught her, but now he realized he had chosen the right martial art for her.
Knowing that breaking through to a new level would consume considerable spiritual energy, Ye Anping hurriedly assisted Pei Lianxue in recovering. However, upon closer inspection, he noticed Pei Lianxue’s eyes were red and swollen, indicating recent tears.
“Junior sister, why are you suddenly crying?” He inquired.
“I didn’t cry!!” Pei Lianxue vehemently denied, sniffing and wiping her eyes.
“Your eyes are swollen like poached eggs,” He remarked.
“I really didn’t cry! Wuwu—” Pei Lianxue insisted.
Despite her protests, Ye Anping gently patted her back, offering comfort. “Okay, okay, senior brother is here, don’t cry. You’re fourteen years old. Why are you acting like a child?”
“I really didn’t cry,” Pei Lianxue reiterated.
Holding Ye Anping tightly, Pei Lianxue clung to him as if trying to suffocate him with a bear hug. Feeling his kidneys and spine protesting, Ye Anping tried to intervene.
“Junior sister, wait a minute!!” he exclaimed, pulling her hands away. “You’re about to break senior brother’s waist!!”
Just as Feng Yudie approached and inquired about the situation, Pei Lianxue’s strength mysteriously increased, causing further confusion.
With a “click” sound, Ye Anping quickly opened his mouth to take a breath, realizing that most of his waist bones were likely fractured.
“It’s nothing. Miss Feng, you should go back and rest early,” He said as Feng Yudie hesitated.
After watching Feng Yudie leave, Ye Anping sighed in relief. He looked at his junior sister, whose face was buried in his chest, and asked, “Junior sister, what’s going on? You broke senior brother’s waist in excitement about this sword technique’s breakthrough.”
Pei Lianxue slowly raised her head, placing her chin on his chest.
“Senior brother… suck-”
Seeing her tears and nose on his clothes, Ye Anping felt helpless. He pulled up the corner of his clothes and wiped her face.
“Crying like a kitten. Do you remember what the senior brother said? My daughter won’t shed tears easily. Tears can’t solve any problems. Only strength can.”
“Yeah, I remember.” Pei Lianxue nodded, wiping her tears with Ye Anping’s clothes. “Senior brother, is Feng Yudie prettier than me?”
“Prettier?” Ye Anping was shocked, realizing that Pei Lianxue had reached an age where she cared about her appearance.
He chuckled and asked, “Feeling inferior because you think you’re not as good-looking as her?”
“No, I just…”
“In senior brother’s eyes, you will always be the most beautiful,” Ye Anping comforted, reminding her of his constant praises.
Smiling, Pei Lianxue rested her forehead on his chest. “Senior brother, let’s meditate. Senior brother can help you adjust your breath. By the way, senior brother wants to explain something to you.”
“Okay,” she nodded, sitting cross-legged as Ye Anping began helping her recover.
Feeling the warmth from her senior brother’s hands on her back, Pei Lianxue’s heart gradually calmed.
“Junior sister, I once asked you about Daoist Heart. Do you remember the answer?”
“Yes,” She replied promptly. “Daoist Heart is to eliminate evil, do good, eliminate desires, preserve the principles of nature, unite knowledge and action, and have a conscience in everything.”
Ye Anping was surprised that she remembered so clearly. “You still remember. I thought you had forgotten all about it.”
“Even though I didn’t understand the meaning, my senior brother told me to memorize it, so I did.”
“Remember it well. It’s a perfect answer,” he said with a smile.
“Perfect?” She questioned.
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” He teased.
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On the flip side, upon returning to her room, Feng Yudie lounged on the bed, reflecting on the two matters Ye Anping had just brought up. The more she contemplated, the more uneasy she became. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had taken advantage of her, and her mind couldn’t find solace, no matter how much she tossed and turned.
“Xiao Tian, do you think Young Master Ye is peculiar?” She inquired.
“While he’s a bit odd, but…” Xiao Tian, resting his head on a cloud in the sky, looked over and grinned. “I quite fancy him.”
“You fancy him?”
“He possesses a strong moral character, and being able to discern the entrance exam questions for the Xuanxing Sect suggests he has an extensive network. For a teenager, it’s quite noteworthy. Most teenagers are still playing in the mud at his age. Also, he has reached the third level of Qi refining at fifteen with dual spiritual roots. If he has heavenly spiritual roots, his cultivation will definitely surpass yours.”
“Did he sweeten the deal with snacks?”
“He can’t see me. If he could, I wouldn’t mind showing him the scroll of heaven. And, haven’t you observed?”
“Observed what?”
“The sword technique his junior sister practices is exceptional. Few cultivators in the Qi refining stage can wield spiritual energy so adeptly. It’s likely a confidential sword technique of the Shadow Moon Sword Sect or an ancient swordsmanship.”
Xiao Tian floated to Feng Yudie’s side and patted her shoulder. “Yudie, forming a friendship with him is advantageous.”
Feng Yudie, hearing Xiao Tian express such an opinion about someone else for the first time, was initially surprised. However, contemplating Pei Lianxue, she concurred.
“That’s true. After all, he is Miss Pei’s senior brother and will be my senior uncle from now on. I still have to maintain a good relationship.”
“Senior uncle…” Xiao Tian was stunned, took a deep breath, and kicked Feng Yudie on the head. “Yudie, you’re absurd! If I had more strength, I’d make your posterior sore now.”
Ignoring the jabs and kicks, Feng Yudie wore a foolish smile instead, reminiscing about Pei Lianxue’s sword practice. She embraced herself and rolled on the bed.
“Miss Pei is so self-assured. I genuinely want to be embraced and playfully teased by her. Hehehe! Hehehehe…”
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