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Volume 3 Chapter 102 / Chapter 269: Protagonist, Borrowing Your Little Companion

Ye Anping looked at Yun Xi in her current state and felt a pang of sympathy. He had expected Yun Xi to get injured, but the situation seemed much worse than he had imagined. Out of goodwill, he approached and asked:

"Third Young Mistress, your injuries..."

The man behind Yun Xi, Zhang Yihe, who was pushing her wheelchair, waved dismissively and said:

"Oh, Young Master Ye, no need to worry. The Third Young Mistress just suffered some superficial wounds—nothing more than a few broken bones, some disfigurement—She's used to it."

What?

Yun Xi moved her fingers slightly, signaling Zhang Yihe to lower his head. She whispered something faintly, barely audible.

Zhang Yihe nodded, then turned to Ye Anping with a smile and relayed, "Young Master Ye, the Third Young Mistress says she's asking about my ancestors."

Hearing this, Ye Anping felt slightly relieved. A few broken bones and a bit of disfigurement were nothing significant to cultivators, especially for Yun Xi, the Third Young Mistress of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, who had ample access to elixirs. She should recover in time.

"Then, Third Young Mistress, I wish you a speedy recovery. Farewell."

After bowing respectfully, Ye Anping bypassed the two and walked down the corridor, intending to leave. However, he had barely taken three steps when Zhang Yihe suddenly called out to him:

"Young Master Ye, the Third Young Mistress says thank you."

Ye Anping paused mid-step, puzzled as to why Yun Xi would thank him. Turning around, he asked in confusion:

"Thank me? I haven’t done anything..."

Zhang Yihe leaned in to hear Yun Xi’s faint voice, then relayed, "The Third Young Mistress says it’s about what happened last year at the Chi Dragon Mansion. She’s been wanting to thank you. If it weren’t for you saving her and this idiot beside her, they would have died at the hands of the demonic cultivators."

Ye Anping glanced at Zhang Yihe’s grinning face and nodded, replying, "You’re welcome."

Zhang Yihe leaned in again, listened for a moment, and said, "The Third Young Mistress adds that, though you probably won’t believe it now, you’re actually her real younger brother, Pei Lengxue is your real younger sister, and Yun Yiyi is also your elder sister..."

Ye Anping pursed his lips. He had just handed over the two original sword manuals, Sword Inquiry Technique and Shadowleaf Sword Art, to Yun Yiyi earlier. Without explaining further, he simply clasped his hands together and said:

"Third Young Mistress, once you meet the Eldest Young Mistress indoors, she will explain everything to you."

Without waiting for Yun Xi’s response, Ye Anping bowed and took his leave, quickly exiting the courtyard and heading back to his quarters to pack his belongings in preparation for departure.

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The next day

The sky was clear and cloudless.

It was a rare sunny winter day, and the warmth was a welcome relief.

In the back garden of Yunjiu Manor, Feng Yudie was fully absorbed in practicing the Nine Heavens Sword Art, wielding a dull iron sword.

Ever since Yun Jiujiu discovered her true identity as a girl, Feng Yudie had stopped wearing the scholar's outfit Ye Anping had given her and instead donned a simple black gown.

Sweat beaded and scattered as bursts of sword wind cut through the air.

Her silver hair, glowing brilliantly under the sunlight, swayed gracefully with her movements.

Swish—

After delivering the final strike, Feng Yudie let out a breath, slung her sword over her arm, and wiped her forehead. She glanced at the clear, cloudless sky, then looked around and softly asked:

"Xiaotian, how did I do?"

"... ..."

No one answered her.

Feng Yudie bit her lip gently, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Xiaotian, I miss Young Master Ye. Do you know where he is?"

"... ..."

Still, no one responded.

Only the sound of the wind brushing through the flower branches reached her ears. Feeling unsettled by the silence, Feng Yudie pursed her lips tightly. Unable to bear it any longer, she shouted:

"Xiaotian!! Come out!!"

She remembered clearly that when she had used the Immortal Emperor Dragon Body to help Elder Hu of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect capture Zhuang Yan, Xiaotian had been by her side. But since she woke up yesterday, Xiaotian had completely vanished.

Usually, when Xiaotian disappeared, it was because it was resting or sleeping in her soul realm. However, ever since waking up the day before, she felt an emptiness in her heart, as if a part of her was missing.

Sniffling, Feng Yudie frowned and muttered, "Xiaotian, stop playing, will you? Please come out... I’m about to cry."

"... ..."

"If you don’t come out now, I’ll ignore you forever!"

Tears began to well up in her eyes, spilling over and rolling down her cheeks. She hugged her sword tightly, squatted on the garden lawn, buried her face in her knees, and started sobbing.

Whimper... whimper...

Tap, tap—

The sound of wooden clogs on the ground echoed behind her.

Yun Jiujiu wore her favorite outfit—a gold coat paired with shorts—and clattered along in her small wooden clogs as she approached Feng Yudie from behind. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke up:

"Hey, liar, what are you doing here?"

Feng Yudie turned her tear-streaked face to glance at Yun Jiujiu with reddened eyes and retorted:

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Ugh—" Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and snapped, "You’re living in my house, eating my roast chicken, lying to me, and I didn’t even kick you out! And now you’re telling me it’s none of my business? What kind of person are you?"

"... ..."

"Argh, so annoying! I don’t even know how to comfort people," Yun Jiujiu grumbled. She crouched down beside Feng Yudie and lightly patted her on the back. "Stop crying already! What’s the point of crying?!"

"Sniff..."

"I said stop crying, didn’t I?! Didn’t you hear me? If you keep crying, I’m going to hit you!"

"You can’t even beat me... sniff—" Feng Yudie lifted her head pitifully, sniffling her tears back. "Just leave me alone and go do whatever you were doing."

Yun Jiujiu’s face scrunched up. She had sparred with Feng Yudie at least fifty times before she even became "Feng Yudie," and she hadn’t won a single match. After some hesitation, she pulled a roast chicken from behind her back.

"Here, your favorite roast chicken. Eat it, and stop crying already."

The aroma of the chicken wafted into Feng Yudie’s nose, and she immediately sat down on the grass, grabbed the chicken, and began devouring it.

Munch, munch

Yun Jiujiu watched her in silence for a moment before plopping down on the ground beside her and asking:

"So, where are you planning to go next?"

"Back."

"Back where?"

"Profound Star Sect."

"Huh?" Yun Jiujiu blinked in surprise. "You’re a disciple of the Profound Star Sect? No wonder you’re so strong..."

"Why do you ask?"

"I just want to know where to find you in the future, that’s all..." Yun Jiujiu averted her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed. After a pause, she pulled a wine gourd from her waist, took a big gulp, and said, "Hah—there aren’t many people in this world that I, Yun Jiujiu, acknowledge. You’re one of them."

"There are plenty of people who can beat you. Your approval doesn’t mean much."

"That’s not the point! You’re the first person I’ve ever considered marrying. Do you know that?"

"Sorry, I already have someone in my heart."

"Huh?" Yun Jiujiu froze. "Who? Tell me..."

"Junior Sister Pei."

Yun Jiujiu’s face scrunched up as she asked, "That girl who follows Yun Xi around?"

"Yep! Junior Sister Pei is amazing—so skilled, so cool, and she even saved my life once!" Feng Yudie wiped the grease from her mouth with her sleeve and looked up at the sky dreamily. "Junior Sister Pei is the best."

"Wait—she’s a girl, isn’t she?"

"So what if she’s a girl? Girls can like girls too! Girls are way better than those stinky men—my master said so."

"But... how would you two have a baby? Neither of you has... uh... the ‘little companion.’"

Feng Yudie froze for a moment, recalling the area below Ye Anping’s waist. After a moment’s thought, she weakly asked:

"Do we have to have a ‘little companion’ to have a baby?"

"Well, how else?"

"Can’t we just borrow one?"

...?

Yun Jiujiu was utterly dumbfounded, tilting her head to the side.

"Huh?"