Senior Brother, Junior Sister

There were eight elders who had come to take disciples. Sitting in the center was Sword Sect's Sect Master, Sword Lord Mingxu. Song Zhizhi had never met the elders beside him, but—

Song Zhizhi's gaze uncontrollably fell upon a young man seated below the sect master, wearing a white hairpin carved with auspicious clouds. He had concealed his face with spiritual energy, so Song Zhizhi could not make out his features. Yet she felt an inexplicable, uncanny familiarity, as though she had seen him somewhere before.

Where had she seen him? Anyone who gave her such a feeling could not possibly have been some passerby she had brushed past.

Song Zhizhi furrowed her brows and stared at the young man's figure, mentally reviewing the faces and builds of every male cultivator she had met before.

The young man in white raised a hand, his long fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. Song Zhizhi's gaze fell on that hand—its knuckles distinct, its fingers lean and straight, prettier than those of many hand models—and that strange sense of familiarity washed over her once more.

A refined, handsome figure flashed through Song Zhizhi's mind, but she immediately shook her head. It couldn't be Xie Xiuji. Xie Xiuji was at the Heavenly Feather Sect. Though their builds were similar, their temperaments were completely different.

One was pure and upright, the other cold and mysterious. How could they possibly be the same person? She must have been sleeping too much lately, dulling her sixth sense. How could Xie Xiuji possibly be here? She had to be seeing things.

Song Zhizhi took a deep breath and forced herself to look away, turning her attention to Song Miaomiao.

This was a very important scene from the original novel. The Sword Sect's elders would fight over disciples, and in the end, Sword Lord Zizhu of Purple Bamboo Peak would come out on top and take the female lead as his disciple.

Song Zhizhi admitted that this plot had thrilled her when she read it. If she could watch the live version, that would be even more satisfying.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao's gaze fell on Song Zhizhi. He had not missed the flash of relief on her face just now.

Had she guessed his identity? Or had she not? Why had she reacted like that?

Sword Venerable Mingxiao pressed his thin lips together, a faint crease appearing between his brows.

Meanwhile, the elders had already begun fighting over a disciple.

The sect master took the lead. "You are Song Miaomiao, correct? I am the Sword Sect's sect master, Daoist name Mingxu. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

The other elders refused to fall behind and immediately followed. "Song Miaomiao, I am the master of Lingyang Peak. Are you willing to become my final disciple?"

"Purple Bamboo Peak is full of female disciples. In my view, Miaomiao, joining Purple Bamboo Peak would suit you better. You would also have more in common with your senior sisters."

"My Glacial Soul Sword Art is more compatible with an ice spiritual root."

"Why don't we settle this with a fight? Whoever loses withdraws."

"I think that proposal works!"

The lofty elders of the sect were practically about to fight in front of the new disciples over a genius disciple born with an Innate Sword Heart.

Feng Yulong watched the chaotic scene, jealousy gnawing at him until he nearly crushed his teeth. If Song Miaomiao hadn't barged in, the one the elders valued now should have been him!

At that moment, Feng Yulong had completely forgotten that he merely possessed an ordinary Single Spirit Root. Though Single Spirit Roots were rare, the Sword Sect had no shortage of them. He was nowhere near worthy of making the elders abandon all dignity to fight over him.

Song Zhizhi felt the pressure belonging to great cultivators radiating from the elders in the main hall. It made her uncomfortable, and her heartbeat quickened. Frowning, she quietly took a step back.

"Enough. What are you arguing for? What use is all this bickering? Why not give the disciple the right to choose?" Sword Venerable Mingxiao raised a hand and laid down a Sword Qi barrier within the hall, putting an end to the internal strife. He shifted his gaze away from Song Zhizhi. Seeing that her complexion had improved considerably, he finally glanced at Song Miaomiao. "Song Miaomiao, these elders all wish to accept you as a personal disciple. Which master do you wish to choose?"

As Song Zhizhi watched the spectacle, she vaguely sensed that something was wrong. In the original novel, these elders really had fought over a disciple. No one had stepped in to stop them in that scene!

And why did this person's voice sound so much like Xie Xiuji's!?

Song Zhizhi's heart began pounding much faster. Unconsciously, she touched her lower abdomen and looked up at the white-robed elder whose face she could not see. Could he be Xie Xiuji?

Song Miaomiao looked at the elders in the hall, her expression calm and unruffled by favor or disgrace. "This disciple wishes to take Sword Lord Wuhua as my master."

Song Zhizhi:?

Her eyes widened, and for the moment, she completely forgot about Xie Xiuji.

She looked at Sword Lord Wuhua, then at Song Miaomiao. What was wrong with the female lead? In the original novel, the female lead had ultimately joined Purple Bamboo Peak! And where had this Sword Lord Wuhua come from? Was there even such a person in the original novel?

Song Zhizhi was immersed in the shock of the plot being changed when a clear, gentle voice suddenly rang out from above. "Song Zhizhi, are you willing to join my Scarlet Cloud Peak?"

—"Miss Song... tomorrow, I will... propose marriage to your parents..."

That voice was exactly the same as the voice of the person in her memories.

Song Zhizhi abruptly raised her head and looked toward the white-robed young man seated in the hall.

The cluster of spiritual energy obscuring his features dispersed, revealing a face identical to Xie Xiuji, the great villain from the original novel.

Song Zhizhi: !!!

Author's note:

When the male lead asks whether the female lead wants to join Scarlet Cloud Peak, he does not mean that he wants to take her as a disciple. The female lead's master is not the male lead. The original plan was for the male lead to take the female lead as his disciple, but later I felt that given their current situation, it would be strange for the female lead to take him as her master, so I changed it.

The male lead will not learn about the female lead's pregnancy so quickly. That plot comes after chapter twenty, once the female lead has developed a bit of affection for him. I am not deliberately padding the plot; the changes in the male and female leads' mindsets in between are very important.

Senior Brother, Junior Sister

Sect Master Mingxu felt that the name Song Zhizhi sounded very familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere before.

Cultivators possessed perfect recall. After a few seconds, he remembered where he had heard that name.

Song Zhizhi—wasn't she the person who had made his junior brother lose his virginity, yet could not be found no matter how he searched? He had assumed that Song Zhizhi would at least be a powerful female cultivator with cultivation close to his junior brother's. He had not expected her to be an eighteen-year-old girl, only at the eighth level of Qi Refinement.

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