My Junior Sister Has Come to Harm Me

Dongfang Nishang stared blankly at the sky, speechless.

In the world today, who could receive her Heaven-Splitting Sword?

The elders of the Kunlun Sword Sect had long ceased to be targets she wished to surpass.

Even the sect master, facing her sword, likely could not remain as composed as her senior brother.

Clearly, she had been cultivating bitterly these past ten years.

Her senior brother, living in the South Mountain Daoist Temple of Kunlun, had not been idle either.

Back then, when she followed her master to Kunlun, the first person she came to know was this senior brother before her, who had left the Sword Sect and devoted himself wholly to the Dao.

Before her senior brother left, whenever she encountered trouble, he had always helped her resolve it.

Yet fate loved to toy with people.

Her heart held only that Heavenly Book, while her senior brother's heart held only that Dao Scripture no one could understand.

One was north of the mountain, the other south of it.

In the blink of an eye, her senior brother had become the Old Daoist of Yunqi Temple, while she had finally understood the scroll of the Heavenly Book in her hands.

And returned to those days of old...

Bitter. At this moment, Dongfang Nishang felt bitterness beyond endurance.

Seeing that this frightening woman had fallen silent, Wang Xian could not help asking, "Master, should I keep copying?" As he spoke, he instinctively picked up the wolf-hair brush.

The Old Daoist replied, "So you copied the Dao Scripture for my sake?"

"Oh!"

Wang Xian immediately paid no heed to the master and disciple standing dazed outside the main hall amid the wind and snow. Stroke by stroke, he continued his homework.

With a soft sigh, Dongfang Nishang led Dantai Xiaoxue back into the hall and sat down.

The Old Daoist added two pieces of charcoal to the brazier and set the water to boil for tea again.

After considering it, he asked, "How about staying here for a few days?"

Dongfang Nishang looked at Wang Xian and smiled faintly. "Could it be that you want me to teach this disciple of yours for you?"

It was said that just as Dongfang Nishang unleashed that sword strike that pierced straight into the vault of heaven—

In the distant East Sea, waves surged endlessly, and a mirage appeared in the sky.

It was as though a divine light had descended from the Ninth Heavens, yet its final destination was not an immortal island in the East Sea, but somewhere far to the west.

Deep within Flying Immortal Island, in a garden atop a mountain peak, sat a woman in white whose beauty did not lose to Dongfang Nishang's.

Quietly, she watched that divine light vanish beyond the horizon.

Only then did she sigh and ask the woman seated across from her, "Younger sister, where do you think that direction leads?"

The woman in red was holding a piece of fruit and taking a bite.

Hearing this, she did not even raise her head, merely replying instinctively, "Other than Kunlun, who else could make such a huge commotion?"

The woman in white nodded slightly. "Perhaps a Divine Sword has emerged into the world?"

The woman in red froze at those words. Only then did she lift her head and ask, "You're not thinking of heading to Kunlun, are you?"

In her heart, Kunlun was bitterly cold and frozen over at this time. What was there to enjoy?

"Then let's go take a look!"

The woman in white smiled faintly. "Will you come with me?"

The woman in red had originally intended to refuse, yet for some reason, when the words reached her lips, they became, "Fine, let's go. Who's afraid?"

The north.

Within the Tianshan Xuantian Sect,

As that divine light descended from the heavens above Kunlun, countless elders turned their gazes westward.

Divine light descended, Sword Qi shot into the sky—perhaps a Divine Sword had arrived.

Snowflakes filled the sky, mingling with the drifting snowy mist, making the palaces among the mountains appear and disappear like a dream.

Deep within a palace stood an old man dressed in black, with a streak of white in his hair.

There was a touch of coldness on his face, a trace of frost, and a hint of surprise.

He asked the two elders in gray and blue robes before him, "Gentlemen, what do you make of this divine light descending from heaven?"

The gray-robed elder was somewhat plump. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "It is not merely divine light descending from heaven. There was also a strand of Sword Qi soaring into the sky."

The blue-robed elder nodded. "In my view, a Divine Sword must have emerged in Kunlun!"

Once he had spoken, both men were startled.

They looked at the old man before them and asked, "Grand Elder, the sect master is still in seclusion. You must not leave at such a time!"

The old man in black was Nalan Ming, Grand Elder of the Mystic Heaven Sect.

The Four Great Sects of the world referred to the Mystic Heaven Sect in the northern mountains,

the Kunlun Sword Sect in the west, East Sea Flying Immortal Island, and Hundred Flowers Valley in the east.

As Grand Elder of the Mystic Heaven Sect, Nalan Ming's cultivation had reached the Spirit Transformation realm. Yet what he desired all his life was to obtain a Divine Sword.

Now that he saw divine light descend from heaven, how could he possibly endure it?

He immediately smiled at the gray-robed elder. "Elder Wang, accompany me to Kunlun. Have Elder Long remain behind. I will not be gone long before returning."

Wang Ruowang, the elder in dragon robes, possessed cultivation on par with Huyan Ming.

The blue-robed elder left behind, Long Tianci, was one realm stronger than him.

In Nalan Ming's view, with Long Tianci guarding the sect and a host of elders present, there would be no danger whatsoever.

Who in the world would dare come looking for trouble with the Mystic Heaven Sect?

Wang Ruowang sighed to himself. Going to have a look would be fine; after all, he had always wanted to visit Kunlun.

Long Tianci shook his head and said, "Grand Elder, why not bring a few disciples along?"

Huyan Ming nodded. "Then I shall trouble Elder Long to arrange it."

Wang Ruowang smiled faintly. "On this trip to Kunlun, we should let the disciples under our sect broaden their horizons."

Hundred Flowers Valley, the most mysterious place among the Four Great Sects.

Like Huyan Ming of the Mystic Heaven Sect, when the divine light at the horizon vanished, elders and disciples within the valley discussed it endlessly.

The difference was that most merely watched the spectacle. No one knew where the divine light had arisen.

Only in a palace above a mountain ravine, where floral fragrance overflowed everywhere, was it a completely different world from Kunlun.

An old woman dressed in purple, her hair slightly gray, looked at the woman before her—dressed in a floral long skirt and around thirty years old—and let out a quiet sigh.

When that divine light descended, all directions sensed it.

Even Granny Hundred Flowers of Hundred Flowers Valley set down her teacup and looked westward, confusion flashing in her eyes.

Only after a long while, when heaven and earth had returned to calm,

did she look at the woman before her and smile faintly. "Wenqiu, though Kunlun is currently frozen and bitterly cold, I still wish to go take a look."

The woman before her was Baili Wenqiu, Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley and also Granny Hundred Flowers's daughter.

Hearing that her mother wished to travel far, she could not help knitting her brows slightly.

She asked, "Can't we wait until spring is warm and the flowers bloom before going?"

Granny Hundred Flowers shook her head and sighed. "Ask that old man of the Mystic Heaven Sect and that woman from the East Sea whether they will wait until the flowers bloom before setting out."

Baili Wenqiu was stunned at first, then began to laugh.

As she poured more tea into her mother's cup, she smiled. "That is true."

Granny Hundred Flowers shook her head. "Counting carefully, it seems I have not seen Gold Old Man in ten years. This trip to Kunlun can also count as meeting an old friend. I wonder if he is dead yet!"

Baili Wenqiu could not help laughing. "Didn't Mother say he was an old undying creature?"

"Achoo!"

The Old Daoist, who was rambling on to Dongfang Nishang, sneezed.

Dantai Xiaoxue, seated nearby, laughed and said, "Martial Uncle, do you owe someone money?"

The Old Daoist was startled, then shook his head. "Others have always owed me. When have I ever owed anyone money?"

Dongfang Nishang smiled lightly. "That may not be so."

"Is that so?"

The Old Daoist closed his eyes, focused his spirit, and counted on his fingers. Then he opened his eyes, looked at Dongfang Nishang, and cried out.

"Junior Sister, did you come here specifically to harm me?"