Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Who Dares Bully My Junior Sister

Li Shuang raised her hand, and the Dragon Roar Sword flew from her, its edge keen as it plunged straight into the ground. The Sword Spirit Long Yan was released from his bind. He rushed out and stared at Li Shuang, uncertain and uneasy.

No one knew better than Long Yan how much effort Li Shuang had poured into him. But Sword Spirits were living beings too, with their own feelings. Li Shuang was a sword fanatic, quiet and taciturn, training day and night. At first, he thought that wasn’t so bad.

Then Ye Zhao Zhao appeared. She smiled sweetly at him, stroked his blade gently, told him new and interesting stories. Compared to ice-cold Li Shuang, she was so much better. Long Yan felt himself fall helplessly into love.

He did feel a little guilty, but to be with Ye Zhao Zhao, he had to betray Li Shuang. Yet now that Li Shuang had thrown him away so casually, Long Yan felt a strange sourness in his chest.

He had been the one who didn’t want Li Shuang. It shouldn’t be Li Shuang who didn’t want him.

“First Senior Sister, you really don’t want the Dragon Roar Sword?” Ye Zhao Zhao asked eagerly as she hurried over and gripped the hilt.

Her eagerness warmed Long Yan’s heart. In an instant, his brief, tangled feelings vanished. Only Zhao Zhao truly treated him well.

Li Shuang gave the sword a cold glance and said: “Unfaithful once, never again.”

Afraid Li Shuang would go back on her words, Ye Zhao Zhao clutched the Dragon Roar Sword tighter and said: “If you don’t want it, then I do! You can’t claim I stole it.”

As she spoke, she checked the negative emotion points again. Her brows drew together. Zero. Li Shuang’s negative emotions were still at zero. In the past, they had never been this hard to stir.

Ye Zhao Zhao bit down lightly. Fine, add more fuel. A pitch black sword appeared in her hand. Its name was the Black Abyss Sword, her so-called trash sword.

She said earnestly: “First Senior Sister, without Long Yan, you’re short a suitable sword. Since I have Long Yan now, I don’t need Black Abyss anymore. Why don’t I give this spare sword to you, First Senior Sister?”

A flicker of pride passed through her eyes. She was offering the sword she didn’t want to Li Shuang. With Li Shuang’s proud nature, the answer would be a firm refusal. Then she could weep prettily, say that Li Shuang despised her, and surely stir Sheng Yuan’s anger again. After so much needling, there was no way Li Shuang wouldn’t burst with negative emotion.

Li Shuang looked at the Black Abyss Sword without interest. She knew Ye Zhao Zhao had never awakened its Sword Spirit, leaving it a useless sword.

“Senior sister, a Sword Sect disciple can enter the Sword Pavilion only once,” Ye Zhao Zhao continued sincerely. “Swords from outside might be fine, but they lack the inborn Sword Spirit of a Sword Pavilion blade. Keep this Black Abyss Sword. Its spirit is still asleep, but perhaps you could awaken it.”

Li Shuang could not be bothered to answer and was about to turn away when the Heaven and Earth Furnace flashed with bright light. She took a few steps forward, and the glow dimmed. She stepped back, and the light grew stronger.

Her gaze settled on the Black Abyss Sword. The change had begun the moment this sword appeared.

“First Senior Sister, this sword may be one I don’t need, but I truly thought of you,” Ye Zhao Zhao kept saying.

Li Shuang rested her hand lightly on the Black Abyss Sword. In the next instant, the progress bar of heaven and earth shot straight to one hundred percent. Yet only the first one percent was solid. The remaining ninety-nine percent was faint and hollow.

She had a strong feeling: if she absorbed the Black Abyss Sword, those hollow bars would become solid, and the Heaven and Earth Furnace would open. [This sword isn’t simple.]

“Fine. I’ll take the Black Abyss Sword,” Li Shuang said.

Ye Zhao Zhao had been waiting for a refusal. Hearing this, she froze. Li Shuang had already put the Black Abyss Sword away without the slightest politeness.

A small frown tugged at Ye Zhao Zhao’s brow. For some reason, Li Shuang felt harder to handle today. It was only a trash sword anyway. Whatever.

Ye Zhao Zhao spoke quickly: “First Senior Sister, we exchanged swords by mutual consent. Even if the Sect Master asks about it later, neither of us can take it back.”

Li Shuang glanced at her and said evenly: “As long as you don’t.”

“With so many people watching, how could I?” Ye Zhao Zhao replied at once.

The Scripture Pavilion was one of the liveliest places in the entire Sword Sect. The commotion had drawn many disciples to watch. In front of everyone, the two of them completed the exchange.

“That’s good,” Li Shuang said calmly.

Ye Zhao Zhao checked the System again. The negative emotion points were still zero. Even after getting a sword, a thin thread of anxiety crept through her.

She said: “Senior sister, Master is furious that you threw us aside at the critical moment and left. You should come back to Ling Xu Peak with us and hear his judgment.”

Sheng Yuan said coldly: “Of course.”

Li Shuang’s voice was cool: “I never abandoned you, and I won’t return to Ling Xu Peak. Master said to treat it as if he no longer has me as a disciple. You don’t need to call me senior sister anymore.”

Li Shuang possessed an exceptional Ice Spiritual Root. She usually seemed cold on the outside but warm inside. They all knew that about First Senior Sister. Yet right now, Li Shuang felt cold from the inside out.

Doubt flickered across Ye Zhao Zhao’s face. Something about Li Shuang had changed.

Sheng Yuan could no longer hold back. He snapped: “Master will decide everything. First Senior Sister, come back to Ling Xu Peak obediently!”

He took out a rope-shaped treasure and tried to bind Li Shuang by force. Li Shuang frowned. In that moment, the Supreme Emotionless Art ran at full speed, and the treasure’s path became crystal clear in her eyes. She was about to evade when a woman in red drifted into the scene and caught the rope in one hand.

Luo Ming Yue’s lips curved with a faint smile as she said: “Who dares bully my Junior Sister?”

Following the jade slip’s signal, she had first left the sect to search. Then the signal changed, and she rushed back. When the Supreme Emotionless Art was pushed to its peak, the jade slip blazed, and Luo Ming Yue locked onto the target at once.

She still didn’t know what had happened here, but she knew one thing: the Junior Sister chosen by Master was being bullied. That, she would never allow.