Junior sister's simp

Taichu Peak stood tall and majestic, shrouded in swirling mist.

Su Ye walked out of the main hall, his fingertips stroking that warm taichu token.

Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, spilling onto his fair, jade-like face and coating it in a faint golden glow.

He lowered his eyes slightly, the gloom in the depths of his gaze perfectly hidden beneath the shadows of his long eyelashes.

“Mountain Sealing Order... Revered Master, this is the final lock the Sect Master Senior Martial Uncle personally placed on you.”

The corners of Su Ye's mouth curled into a playful arc; the beast named Desire within his heart was leisurely licking its sharp claws.

The Flying Sword beneath his feet let out a clear, sharp ring.

A streak of light cut through the vast sky, carrying an invincible sharpness as it sped toward the foot of the mountain.

Below Taichu Peak, the square paved with white jade was incredibly vast.

This was the mandatory path connecting the various peaks of the inner Sect; it was usually bustling with people coming and going.

Su Ye suppressed the sword light, his robes fluttering as he landed steadily beside a thousand-year-old ancient pine at the edge of the square.

“Eldest Senior Brother!”

Almost the instant he landed, that familiar, charming voice reached his ears.

Su Ye looked toward the sound, his brow twitching imperceptibly.

He saw Lin Waner standing by that massive 'Taichu' stone monument, boredly kicking small stones at her feet.

Upon seeing Su Ye appear, her large eyes, which had been somewhat dull, instantly lit up like stars suddenly ignited in the night sky.

“Waner?”

Su Ye put away his Flying Sword and walked forward slowly, his face wearing that habitual gentle smile. “Didn't I tell you to go back to Purple Bamboo Peak to Cultivate? Why did you run over here?”

Lin Waner stuck out her tongue and came forward with a skip and a jump.

She naturally took Su Ye's arm, looking up with her small face and saying righteously:

“I was worried about Eldest Senior Brother!”

“The rules of Taichu Peak are strict, and that Sect Master Senior Martial Uncle is so fierce. Waner was afraid Eldest Senior Brother would say the wrong thing and get punished, so I waited here.”

The girl carried a faint milky fragrance, which was the unique pure Qi of Purple Bamboo Peak.

But to Su Ye right now, this pure scent was far less alluring than the scent mixed with despair and debauchery in the Cold Jade Palace.

“Silly girl.”

Su Ye reached out and gently straightened her hair that had been ruffled by the wind, his movements as tender as if he were stroking a piece of fragile porcelain.

“Sect Master Senior Martial Uncle is magnanimous and kind; how could he punish a Disciple at will? Besides, Senior Brother went to report official business.”

“Hmph, I don't care if he's kind or not. Anyway, if anyone dares to bully Eldest Senior Brother, I’ll... I’ll bite him!”

Lin Waner waved her delicate little fist, making a fierce expression that only made her look more adorable.

Su Ye laughed and shook his head, just about to take her back to the peak on his sword.

Suddenly.

A piercing sound of breaking air, accompanied by an unpleasantly arrogant laugh, came from the mountain path not far away.

“Hahaha! Biting? If a delicate beauty like Junior Sister Lin truly wants to bite someone, I’m afraid it would make one’s bones melt with pleasure!”

The smile on Su Ye's lips paused slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly turned around.

A golden light of an escaping technique whistled toward them, bringing a gust of strong wind as it landed, kicking up dust all around.

As the light dissipated, it revealed a young man dressed in rich, elegant clothing.

This person was about twenty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, waving a folding fan in his hand and carrying a jade pendant symbolizing his status at his waist.

A Personal Disciple of Chiyang Peak, one of the thirty-six peaks of the inner Sect.

Zhao Feng.

Relying on the fact that his father was an Elder of the Sect's Punishment Hall, he usually acted in an arrogant and overbearing manner, and he had always harbored designs on Lin Waner.

“Zhao Feng?”

Seeing the newcomer, Lin Waner's originally bright face immediately collapsed, and she shrank behind Su Ye in disgust.

“Why are you everywhere? You really are like a ghost that won't leave.”

Zhao Feng seemed not to hear the loathing in her words; he closed his fan and tossed his hair, thinking himself quite suave.

“Junior Sister Lin, you are mistaken. Fate brings people together from a thousand miles away. When I saw Junior Sister’s graceful figure from afar on the mountain, I knew my destiny had arrived.”

As he spoke, he completely ignored Su Ye standing to the side, his gaze sizing up Lin Waner with naked, nauseating greed.

“Junior Sister, a few days ago I went to the Eastern Sea with my father and specifically found a ‘Deep Sea Pearl’ that preserves youth. I was just about to send it to Purple Bamboo Peak for you...”

“I don't need it!”

Lin Waner interrupted him without ceremony, clutching Su Ye's arm tightly. “I have the Purple Bamboo Hairpin Eldest Senior Brother gave me, and that's enough. I don't want your things.”

Hearing this, the smile on Zhao Feng's face stiffened for a moment.

His gaze finally shifted to Su Ye.

Seeing the intimate posture of the two, a thick wave of jealousy and malice flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.

The Eldest Disciple of Purple Bamboo Peak, Su Ye.

A pretty boy who only knows how to hide behind women.

“Oh, isn't this Senior Brother Su?”

Zhao Feng cupped his hands with a fake smile, his tone full of sarcasm.

“I heard Senior Brother Su was in seclusion a few days ago to charge toward the Golden Core. How is it that you have time to come down the mountain for a stroll today?”

“Could it be... that the Breakthrough failed, and you're out to clear your head?”

As a Personal Disciple of Taichu Peak, although he was also at the Golden Core First Heaven, he had consumed various Heaven And Earth Treasures since childhood, so his Foundation was deep.

In his eyes, a Purple Bamboo Peak Disciple like Su Ye, who had a Saint Spiritual Root but lacked resources, was not worth fearing at all.

Moreover.

He had heard that Su Ye's Breakthrough this time was extremely fast, and he had long ago decided that Su Ye must have used some wicked method that overdraws one's potential.

Su Ye's expression remained calm; he was not angered.

He just looked at Zhao Feng quietly, his gaze like one looking at a stray dog barking by the roadside.

“Thanks to Junior Brother's well wishes, I managed to Breakthrough by chance.”

Su Ye spoke indifferently, his voice so calm that not a single ripple of emotion could be heard. “If Junior Brother Zhao has no other business, I will take my Junior Sister back to our peak.”

After saying that, he took Lin Waner's hand and turned to leave.

This dismissive attitude completely enraged Zhao Feng.

“Stop right there!”

Zhao Feng's figure flashed, blocking the two of them directly.

He snapped his folding fan shut with a 'clack' and stared at Su Ye with cold eyes.

“Breakthrough by chance? Senior Brother Su is being modest.”

“However, the world of cultivation values solid combat power, not a hollow Realm built up by Medicinal Pills.”

Zhao Feng took a step forward, his Spiritual Pressure of the Golden Core First Heaven released without reservation, pressing directly toward Su Ye.

“Since Senior Brother Su has also entered the Golden Core Realm, why don't we have a spar right here and now?”

“It would be good for me, as your Junior Brother, to learn a few high-level moves from Purple Bamboo Peak and see if they are truly as the rumors say...”

He paused, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.

“...unworthy of the name, relying entirely on your Revered Master's support.”

Lin Waner's face turned red with anger; she peeked out from behind Su Ye and cursed:

“Zhao Feng! Have you no shame? Eldest Senior Brother has only just reached his Breakthrough, and you want to take advantage of him?”

“Junior Sister, you are mistaken.”

Zhao Feng sneered, “I am doing this for Senior Brother Su's own good, helping him stabilize his Realm so that he doesn't lose face for our Taichu Holy Land when he travels the Jianghu in the future.”

“You...” Lin Waner wanted to say more, but Su Ye gently pressed her shoulder.

“Senior Brother?”

Lin Waner looked up, watching Su Ye with some worry.

Su Ye looked down and gave her a reassuring look, then slowly turned around to face Zhao Feng.

A breeze blew past, fluttering the hem of his robes.

Those eyes, originally as gentle as water, were now gradually becoming deep, as if they contained an endless abyss.

“Junior Brother Zhao, do you truly wish to spar?”

Su Ye's voice was still soft, but beneath that softness, there was a faint, heart-chilling coldness.

For some reason, Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat when he met that gaze.

But he quickly suppressed that feeling, sneering in his heart: 'He's just an empty shell, why is he acting so profound?'

“Of course I do!”

Zhao Feng stood tall, the spiritual light flowing on his folding fan; it was clearly an extraordinary Spiritual Artifact.

“This is the Taichu Square, a perfect place to let the passing fellow Disciples bear witness.”

“Senior Brother Su, please!”

As his voice fell, a good number of Disciples gathered around to watch the excitement.

“Look, it's Senior Brother Zhao Feng of Taichu Peak and Senior Brother Su Ye of Purple Bamboo Peak!”

“There's going to be a good show now. I heard Senior Brother Zhao Feng has been pursuing Lin Waner; this is a case of rivals being particularly hostile when they meet.”

“Although Senior Brother Su has high Aptitude, he has only just entered the Golden Core Realm, while Senior Brother Zhao Feng has been immersed in the Golden Core First Heaven for a long time. I'm afraid...”

The sounds of discussion reached his ears, and the look of triumph on Zhao Feng's face grew even stronger.

He wasted no more words, and the spiritual power within his body erupted.

“Take this! Taichu Sword Manual — Light Splitting Shadow!”

Zhao Feng tapped his folding fan sharply, and several fierce strands of Sword Qi condensed out of thin air, turning into a sky full of light and shadows that shrouded Su Ye.

This strike was grand in scale; he was clearly getting serious.

Lin Waner cried out in alarm: “Eldest Senior Brother, watch out!”

However.

Facing this overwhelming Sword Qi, Su Ye stood in place, not moving an inch.

He didn't even lift a hand.

He just watched the Sword Qi approach quietly, a flash of disdain in his eyes.

“Too slow.”

Su Ye murmured softly.

Just as the Sword Qi was about to touch the corner of his robe.

Boom!

A terrifying aura that made one feel suffocated suddenly erupted from within Su Ye.

This was not the Golden Core First Heaven.

It was... the Golden Core Fifth Heaven!

Although he deliberately suppressed the nature of his aura to avoid exposing the Devilish Qi of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, that pure and massive Spiritual Pressure still felt like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami.

“What?!”

Zhao Feng's pupils constricted violently, and the triumph on his face instantly froze.

He only felt a blur before his eyes.

The sky full of Sword Qi, upon contact with Su Ye's aura, was like snow meeting a blazing sun, melting away without a trace in an instant.

Immediately following that.

A slender, fair palm pierced through layers of spiritual power without any fancy tricks and lightly pressed against his chest.

It seemed like a casual palm strike.

But it contained the monstrous strength of a Physical Body reshaped by the Supreme Bone.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Zhao Feng didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

He flew for dozens of feet before smashing heavily into the base of the Taichu stone monument.

“Pfft—”

Zhao Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the rich clothing on his chest red.

He trembled as he tried to crawl up, only to find his spiritual power in chaos and his internal organs in agonizing pain, as if they had all been displaced.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

The spectating Disciples, who had been whispering just moments ago, were now all wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

One move.

Just one move!

Zhao Feng, a Personal Disciple of Taichu Peak at the Golden Core First Heaven, had been insta-killed?

Su Ye slowly withdrew his hand, even lightly brushing off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

He looked down from his height at the wretched Zhao Feng in the distance, that gentle smile still hanging on his face.

“Junior Brother Zhao, you're not good enough.”

“It seems your Foundation... isn't very stable either.”

Adding insult to injury.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng's anger surged to his heart, his eyes rolled back, and he directly fainted.

“Eldest Senior Brother is mighty!”

Lin Waner jumped up in excitement and grabbed Su Ye's arm, her eyes full of worshipful little stars.

“That palm strike just now was so cool! Hmph, let's see if that annoying guy dares to pester me again!”

Su Ye dotingly rubbed her head, but his gaze swept across the surrounding stunned Disciples.

Those who met his gaze lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look him in the eye.

At this moment, everyone realized one thing.

The Eldest Senior Brother of Purple Bamboo Peak was no longer that mild-mannered 'good guy'.

He was a true Dragon that had been lurking in the depths for a long time and had finally shown its fangs.

“Let's go, Waner.”

Su Ye summoned his Flying Sword and took Lin Waner into the air.

“Senior Brother is taking you home.”

The Flying Sword pierced into the clouds.

Su Ye looked back one last time at the prostrate Zhao Feng, a nearly imperceptible blood-red glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.

“If it weren't for the fear of causing suspicion...”

“That palm strike just now wouldn't have just swallowed your spiritual power, but your life as well.”

He whispered coldly in his heart.

The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art within him seemed to sense its Revered Master's killing intent and vibrated excitedly in his Dantian.

“Eldest Senior Brother, what's wrong? Your hand is so cold.”

Lin Waner keenly felt something and asked in confusion.

Su Ye instantly withdrew his thoughts, and his body temperature warmed back up.

He turned his head and gave Lin Waner a perfect smile.

“It's nothing.”

“I was just thinking that since Revered Master is still in seclusion, we need to go back and guard the Cold Jade Palace for her.”

“After all, the current Purple Bamboo Peak...”

“...only has us left.”