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Volume 3 Chapter 71 / Chapter 238: Junior Sister, the “Bird” Virus Spreads

Feng Yudie and Zhang Yihe stood silently by the lakeside, guarding without making a sound. Their silent vigil stretched on for two hours.

The sun, once just risen, was now nearly overhead.

Finally, the formation was complete.

Pei Lengxue raised her hands in a sword-finger stance, and with a flick of her wrists, the seven nodes in the sky’s formation pattern emitted a radiant glow, which converged on the hilt of the Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword.

—"Girl, activate the array."

With that message sent through her soul by Elder Tian Xing, Pei Lengxue opened her eyes. Gripping the sword hilt, she plunged it into the now completely frozen lake below.

The blade sank three feet into the ice, and from the sword's center, a surge of spiritual energy expanded outward.

The fires blanketing the entire Qiong Peak were instantly extinguished by this sweeping wave of spiritual energy.

Even the lava erupting continuously from the mouth of the Snow Dragon Cavern was calmed by this influx of spiritual energy.

All returned to its original state. 

However, the snow clouds that had once lingered over Qiong Peak—disturbed by Yun Tianchong’s lightning tribulation—did not return. 

The disorder in the mountain’s spirit veins caused by Yun Tianchong’s transformation had been thoroughly quelled under the influence of the Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword.

Pei Lengxue’s feet lightly touched the frozen surface of the lake. 

Exhaustion showed faintly on her face as she looked around, searching for her senior brother, hoping for a word of praise from him.

But instead of her senior brother, she saw Feng Yudie, who was blowing bubbles and dozing off on the lakeshore, and her eyes filled with disdain.

“Whew—”

With a slight pause, she prepared to pull the Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword from the ground.

But as her hand touched the sword, six rays of spiritual light descended from the sky.

Elder Tian Xing and five other Shadowmoon Sword Sect elders arrived, surrounding her. 

A male elder, seeing her about to draw the sword, frowned and scolded her immediately:

“Girl!!”

“… …” Pei Lengxue flinched at the shout, nervously responding, “What?”

“This sword doesn’t belong to you.”

The spirit aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator flared to life.

Although Pei Lengxue had once lived for a month next to a high-level beast’s den with Ye Anping, training herself to resist the pressure of powerful cultivators, she still felt slightly uncomfortable and bit her lip.

But this sword was given to her by her senior brother!

She met the male elder’s gaze and responded directly, “It’s mine.”

Seeing her still able to respond, the male elder was momentarily surprised, but Elder Tian Xing quickly intervened, using his sleeve to shield her from the elder’s spiritual aura.

“Elder Wu, the ownership of this sword naturally falls to Immortal Yun Jian’s final decision.”

After Elder Tian Xing spoke, the man hesitated, withdrawing his spiritual pressure and crossing his arms without saying more.

Pei Lengxue took the opportunity to pull the sword from the lake’s surface, flipping it in her hand.

Seeing her firmly grasping the hilt without any discomfort, Elder Tian Xing seemed to understand something and stroked his beard, saying:

“Everyone, the Snow Qiong of the Myriad Spirits Sword was, after all, Immortal Yun Jian’s own weapon. Without his permission, this girl would be unable to even lift it. If you don’t believe it, you are welcome to try for yourselves…”

Though the others felt some reluctance at his words, none wanted to risk the embarrassment of failing to lift it.

One of the female elders glanced at Pei Lengxue and remarked,

“So, you’re saying that Immortal Yun Jian has chosen to pass this sword on to her? But this girl…”

She squinted at Pei Lengxue from head to toe, and the others shared her unspoken thoughts.

Pei Lengxue wasn’t a descendant of the Yun family. 

She wasn’t even a disciple of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, nor was she originally from the Southern Region. 

She was, simply put, an outsider with no connection to the Shadowmoon Sword Sect.

They could not understand why Immortal Yun Jian would bestow his legacy upon an outsider.

Moreover…

“A trinary spiritual root, Foundation Establishment mid-stage… girl, how old are you?”

Pei Lengxue replied, “Sixteen.”

“Sixteen and at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment—quite a promising talent. But…”

In that moment, two of the six elders harbored the thought of “killing her to seize the sword,” but upon Elder Tian Xing’s reminder that they might not be able to wield it, they dismissed the idea.

At that moment, a flying sword shot out from the woods by the lake.

Hu Tianyue, having waited for Feng Yudie and Zhang Yihe to return for some time, arrived with Yun Xi in her left hand, Yun Jiujiu in her right, and Yun Yiyi on her back.

Seeing the old hands crowding around the young girl, she frowned and asked,

“What are you all doing?”

The crowd’s attention shifted to her, and upon noticing the battered and bruised trio of Yun family sisters, they frowned.

“Elder Hu… what happened? And these three young ladies?”

“That’s a long story,” Hu Tianyue replied, bringing the three in front of them. “In short, Elder Zhuang Yan sent his disciples last night to kidnap these three girls, and today’s earth spirit fire was his doing.”

“What? Elder Zhuang?”

Hu Tianyue shrugged and pointed to Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi.

“Yes, if Yun Xi hadn’t come to my residence last night and dragged me out of bed, these two girls would have been in real trouble here.”

The six elders, upon hearing Hu Tianyue's words, all raised their hands to pinch the bridges of their noses, exchanging wary glances between her and Pei Lengxue.

Elder Tian Xing stroked his long beard thoughtfully and asked, “Elder Hu, do you know Zhuang Yan’s motives?”

“No idea. All we know is he orchestrated the kidnapping of these three kids, and he’s been concocting something strange.”

“That’s troubling…” Elder Tian Xing nodded to another elder. “Elder Wu, please recall our disciples who are out on missions. For now, let’s keep this matter within this group only…”

One elder muttered, “Zhuang Yan… if he’s hiding, it’s going to be near impossible to track him down.”

“Exactly,” Hu Tianyue shrugged, then turned her gaze back to Pei Lengxue and the sword in her hand. “So what’s up with this girl? Isn’t she supposed to be Miss Yun Xi’s little follower?”

The others turned their attention to Yun Xi, who was napping peacefully in Hu Tianyue’s grasp.

Sensing the stares of several powerful elders in her sleep, she jolted awake, blinking in confusion at the stern faces surrounding her.

“Elders… what’s going on?”

Snap!

The six elders simultaneously turned their heads back toward Pei Lengxue.

Yun Xi, noticing the sword in Pei Lengxue’s hand, jumped down from Hu Tianyue’s hand but immediately slipped on the icy ground.

Thud!

Yun Xi fell hard on her back, gasping in pain, but quickly scrambled to her feet, inching cautiously toward Pei Lengxue.

“Lengxue, what’s happening?”

“Immortal Yun Jian gave me this sword, and now they’re asking where it came from.”

“…What? Yun–Yun—” Yun Xi’s eyes widened. “Who?!!”

“Immortal Yun Jian.”

“Wha—You’re saying my grandpa gave you that?”

Pei Lengxue nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

Yun Xi was silent for a moment, staring at Pei Lengxue’s innocent expression. 

It dawned on her that Pei Lengxue had no idea the significance of what she’d been given.

But Yun Xi understood.

If Immortal Yun Jian had passed on his legacy to Pei Lengxue, then she wasn’t just some random girl anymore—she was now Immortal Yun Jian’s direct disciple. 

By hierarchy, Pei Lengxue was now considered Yun Xi’s father’s junior sister.

In other words, every Nascent Soul elder present would now have to address her as Elder Pei, or risk violating ancestral respect.

Suddenly, she found herself with a surprise “aunt.”

And since Pei Lengxue might actually be her father’s secret daughter...

This almost meant that after 2,000 years, Immortal Yun Jian had designated Pei Lengxue as the next Sect Master of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect.

Under such seniority, Yun Xi, along with Yun Yiyi and Yun Jiujiu, would have to step down in succession, deferring to Pei Lengxue.

However, Yun Xi had spent enough time with her to know Pei Lengxue was far too clueless to make a capable Sect Master. 

She had recently lost her senior brother and had grown close to her. 

Rubbing her hands together, Yun Xi quickly offered,

“Pei Lengxue, are you hungry? How about I treat you to dinner at the best restaurant in town tonight?”

“Hm?”

…

In the center of the lake, the elders were still discussing Pei Lengxue’s status without reaching a conclusion.

Meanwhile, by the lakeshore, Feng Yudie and Zhang Yihe stood idly, unsure how to approach or speak up. 

Bored, they simply waited and stared off into the distance.

Up on a high cliff not far away, Ye Anping sat cross-legged at the edge, gazing down at the commotion with a smirk.

Yun Jiujiu, Yun Yiyi, and Yun Xi had schemed and strategized for years, vying for the position of Shadowmoon Sword Sect Master. In the end, it was his junior sister—a complete outsider—who had been chosen as the next Sect Master.

The junior sister he had raised from childhood had finally found her place in the world.

Naturally, he wouldn’t actually let Pei Lengxue become the Shadowmoon Sword Sect Sect Master, but allowing her to experience it for a while would do no harm.

After things settled down, he would return to the Hundred Lotus Sect and tell Ye Ao, “My wife is the Shadowmoon Sword Sect Sect Master.” Ye Ao would likely roll his eyes at him.

“Next time I return to the Hundred Lotus Sect, we’ll make it official with my junior sister,” Ye Anping murmured to himself as he took an iron whistle from his storage pouch and blew it, producing a sharp eagle’s call.

Ee-ee!

The shrill sound echoed across the peaks, reaching the lake and catching Pei Lengxue’s attention.

Looking around, mildly annoyed at the ongoing discussion about her identity, Pei Lengxue’s ears perked up. 

She quickly turned toward the direction of the cliff, where she sensed her senior brother’s presence.

Though the distance obscured his face, she could feel his gaze on her.

At that moment, Feng Yudie sneakily approached through the crowd and sidled up to Pei Lengxue, blinking and whispering,

“Junior Sister Pei.”

“Hmm?”

Feng Yudie leaned close to her ear, asking softly, “Do you know where Young Master Ye is?”

Pei Lengxue frowned, contemplating her words before asking back, “Why?”

“I just wanted to ask him what this ‘bird’ thing is,” Feng Yudie pouted and tilted her head, “Do you know, Junior Sister Pei?”

“Bird?” Pei Lengxue furrowed her brow, “No idea.”