Senior Sister?
That powerful expert, whose abilities were beyond comprehension, was this person's senior sister?
"Young Master, what do we do?" one of the lackeys beside him asked at a very inappropriate moment.
How the hell would I know what to do? The young master was starting to panic.
This was just a little city like Mystic Sword City. Could they not take it easy? Normally, someone like him, with a Void Return father, should have been at the top of the food chain, right?!
"Are you... Martial Uncle?" Chi Jiuyu asked uncertainly.
"If you're Senior Sister's disciple, then I am indeed your martial uncle." Xu Xing glanced at the two people opposite her. "Want me to wait a moment? You might want to hurry up and deal with them, though."
So he really was her martial uncle!
It seemed she'd caused quite a commotion, enough to bring her martial uncle over.
"Don't worry, Martial Uncle! They're just a couple of small fry. I'll be quick." With that, Chi Jiuyu turned back to face the two men. "Hurry it up!"
"Young Master, what should we do?" The lackey gathered his magical energy and asked in a low voice.
What do you mean, what should we do?!
Thump!
The young master dropped to his knees without hesitation. Chi Jiuyu was momentarily stunned, but she didn't let her guard down. She'd heard that the demonic path had all sorts of strange, evil techniques—some people could even kill you by kowtowing.
"I surrender. Take us to the Law Enforcement Hall."
Huh?
So it wasn't some evil demonic technique after all.
Seeing his own young master kneel, the lackey followed suit. He really was loyal, if nothing else.
"What should I do, Martial Uncle?"
"They're your prisoners. You decide."
"Should I cripple them and send them to the Law Enforcement Hall for interrogation?"
The young master panicked at the thought of being crippled.
"Please, don't! Besides helping that old devil sell some demonic beast blood essence for healing, I haven't done anything to hurt anyone."
"If you haven't hurt anyone, why are you hiding in this godforsaken place—and wearing sunglasses, too?" Chi Jiuyu pointed her sword at them. "Speak! What are you up to? Are you planning to slaughter the city and refine some evil technique?"
Slaughter the city? What the hell was she talking about?
Mystic Sword City might be small, but it still had a few Spirit Transformation cultivators. What could a Nascent Soul like him possibly use to slaughter the city?
And what was wrong with wearing sunglasses? Was that a problem now, too?
"I'm only here to forge a sword. I was assigned to this place because of my dad..."
To save his life and preserve his cultivation, the young master didn't dare hide a thing. He gave a concise account of everything he knew.
His father was a powerful Void Return cultivator of the demonic path, and one of the wealthy big shots involved in cultivating artificial souls. He was nothing like those impoverished Void Return cultivators who had to risk slaughtering a city just to refine a Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
The young master had come to Mystic Sword City to harness people's resentment and forge a demonic sword.
The exploited employees at Xuanyue Tower and students forced by their parents to attend all kinds of tutoring classes were excellent sources of resentment.
This artificial-soul cultivation base could also occasionally produce some high-quality resentment.
Who still killed people these days? It was inefficient, and it drew too much attention.
But before he could finish forging the sword, the ancient cultivators emerged from seclusion. Seeing that things were going south, the old devils fled with their equipment. He couldn't bear to leave the sword so close to completion, so he decided to stay a little longer.
And that was how he'd gotten into trouble.
That injured Dao Integration old devil had taken a liking to the formation here, which could conceal traces of the heavenly secrets and their auras, so he'd come knocking.
And, well, that was how things had ended up like this.
It brought tears to his eyes. He really was unlucky as hell.
After hearing the whole story, Chi Jiuyu was a little disappointed. So they were just two unlucky small fry.
"Go to the Law Enforcement Hall yourselves, and remember to give them my name."
Even a mosquito's leg was still meat.
To become the Sword Sect's Sect Master, she needed more than a high cultivation realm. She also needed a decent record.
"Let's go, Martial Uncle!"
"Wait!" The lackey suddenly shouted.
Huh?
Chi Jiuyu turned back in confusion. The young master felt his heart trembling. What was that idiot shouting for?
"You still haven't told us your name!"
"..." After a moment's silence, she said, "My name is Chi Jiuyu."
Senior Sister had certainly taken on an interesting disciple.
"Now that everything's settled, let's go."
After a calm remark, the two of them vanished. The equipment room fell utterly silent, leaving only the young master and his lackey.
Just as the young master breathed a sigh of relief—
Thud! Thud!
The sudden sound of footsteps nearly stopped his heart. A burly figure walked in.
"Young Master? Big Brother? What are you doing?"
It was another lackey.
Phew.
"Get your things together. We're going to the Law Enforcement Hall to turn ourselves in."
Huh???
The second lackey stared at him in confusion. What had happened? Why were they suddenly going to turn themselves in?
The spectator stands at Xuansword City No. 3 High School.
With the crystal card in hand, Xu Xing had no reason to head back to the office, so he simply brought Chi Jiuyu to the spectator stands.
"Martial Uncle, where are we?" Chi Jiuyu looked around and spotted the sparring platforms on the field. "Hey, isn't that the 'Cease Conflict' platform from the Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Supporting Sect?"
"Have you fought someone on it before?"
"Of course! That thing's a lot of fun. The last time Master took me to their sect to kick up a fuss, I even won one and brought it back."
"That wasn't kicking up a fuss. It was an exchange between sects."
"Oh, it's all pretty much the same."
Chi Jiuyu watched the field for a while. Nine of the twelve platforms were occupied, and every match was fiercely contested.
Only Zhang Yunlu still had no challengers. The flag on her platform bore the number six, showing that she had won six matches.
"The person in the middle was someone you guided, Martial Uncle, wasn't she?"
Martial Uncle was on the same level as Master. Why would he come to watch a Dharma Combat Test for no reason?
Clearly, someone here had received his guidance.
Everyone else was far too weak—smaller fry than small fry. But no one dared challenge the person in the middle. She was obviously on a different level from the rest.
"That's right. I did give her a little gift."
Just then, one of the matches ended.
The platform had made snide remarks about both fighters. The defender's face had gone red, but unlike Du Qian at the start, he didn't jump down.
Let them laugh. His ranking mattered more.
But the platform wasn't about to let him off that easily.
[Heh.]
A contemptuous, scornful snicker rang out across the field. The defender finally couldn't take it anymore and jumped down, thoroughly rattled.
"Tsk! What a poor sport. The evaluation was perfectly fair."
"Jiu Yu."
"What is it, Martial Uncle?"
"Are there a lot of people in the sect who want to beat you up?"
"Not just people in the sect. There are plenty from other sects who want to beat me up, too!" Chi Jiuyu said proudly.
"..."
Since coming out of seclusion, this was the first time Xu Xing had truly been at a loss for words.
"Actually, that's a good thing." She earnestly explained, "Look, Martial Uncle. If I don't want people to beat me up, then I have to cultivate hard. Isn't that a way to motivate myself?"
She had plenty of crooked reasoning.
Xu Xing laughed helplessly.
She really was Senior Sister's disciple.
High above the school, beyond the clouds, True Monarch Purple Universe gazed silently toward the direction where demonic energy was surging.
He was still hesitating, unsure whether he should go over.
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