Chapter 107: Yue Ling and Chi Jiuyu

There’s a saying: those who recognize the times are heroes.

Yue Ling considered herself a hero.

Bie Xuening stared at her for a moment, just as Yue Ling began to feel nervous.

“I’ll let it slide this time.”

After all, she’d been stuck here as a processor for over a thousand years—let her off this once.

“Thank you, Master!” Yue Ling beamed and jumped to her feet.

Then she ran over to Bie Xuening’s side.

Xu Xing opened his hand; the crimson longsword dissolved into a streak of red light and landed, from which emerged a tall, graceful figure amid blazing radiance.

Dressed in red, her attire similar to Bie Xuening’s, her face even bore a faint resemblance—red eyeshadow around her eyes, giving her a sharper overall aura.

Her long hair fell to her ankles, her expression utterly blank.

“Master, Sword Lord.” Yue Ying bowed respectfully.

“Thank you, Yue Ying.”

Yue Ying gave a slight nod: “As the Master commands.”

She turned, raised her hand, and lightly pressed against the crystal-clear trunk; a vivid red hue spread from her palm, rapidly engulfing the entire surface.

Yue Ling stood beside Bie Xuening, eyes wide.

“Yue Ying sister’s gotten even stronger.” She muttered under her breath.

In less than a minute, the once crystal-clear, jade-like trunk had turned entirely crimson.

The cold, moonlit white glow was replaced by a scarlet radiance.

From afar, the entire tree looked like a massive carving of blood jade, the spiritual energy threads connecting its branches and leaves now glowing red.

Yue Ying withdrew her hand; her eyes flickered with streams of data before she turned around.

“Report, Master: connection established successfully.”

This was the Sword Sect’s battle network—their internal network.

It maintained virtual illusions, issued missions and distributed rewards, received messages transmitted from the stars, and more.

The Spirit Net was excellent, but it didn’t reach distant star regions.

This battle network, centered on the Ancestral Sword, was different—it could reach even the farthest star domains.

And only a treasure of the Ancestral Sword’s caliber could process the oceanic torrent of information.

“How is it? Any discomfort?” Xu Xing asked.

Yue Ying closed her eyes, sensed for a moment, then reopened them. “Master, rest assured—I feel no discomfort.”

Then she dissolved into a streak of red light and returned to Xu Xing’s hand.

“Why doesn’t Yue Ying sister have to stay inside?” Yue Ling asked, voice tinged with envy.

“What do you think?”

The voice at her ear made Yue Ling shiver; she turned slowly, cautiously, toward her Master.

Seeing Bie Xuening showed no sign of anger, she relaxed.

A pause.

“Master! I want to meet your disciple!”

“Hmm?”

“You rarely take a disciple—I’m curious!” Yue Ling declared confidently.

As the Master’s soul sword, isn’t it natural for me to care about the Master’s disciple? Besides, even while trapped in the tree, I noticed how interesting your disciple—Chi Jiuyu—is.

My instinct tells me I’ll get along with Chi Jiuyu! “Don’t worry, Master—I won’t cause trouble this time!”

To reassure the Master, she added quickly.

“...Go.”

After locking her up for so many years, let her have some freedom.

“Yay!” Yue Ling leapt up, transforming into her sword form like a shooting star, vanishing from the Sword Lord’s hall in an instant.

Bie Xuening: “...”

Why are my brother’s sword and disciple so proper, while mine and that rebellious pupil are so bizarre?

…………

In the cave dwelling, Chi Jiuyu sat barefoot before a massive screen, gripping a game controller.

She was playing the hottest 3D fighting game of the moment—only those with a Golden Core cultivation base or higher could play.

After all, if your realm was too low, your speed couldn’t keep up—you couldn’t even pass the tutorial! After an intense battle, her fingers left afterimages; both her and her opponent’s characters had only a sliver of health left.

Final strike! Chi Jiuyu’s character lunged forward with a thrust.

But the opponent’s skill cooldown ended; they pulled back and fired a spiritual energy bullet.

Boom! The last sliver of health vanished; the screen displayed two large characters: “DEFEAT.”

“Damn it!”

Chi Jiuyu nearly smashed the controller in rage.

That opponent was definitely a Soul Transformation cultivator.

No one else could move that fast.

Noob! You’re just relying on your higher realm—wait till I reach Soul Transformation, I’ll crush you! “Tsk tsk, you’re terrible!”

A voice suddenly came from behind; startled, Chi Jiuyu spun around.

There stood a little girl under a meter tall, her hair tied in a topknot, crimson eyes fixed on the screen.

Huh? “Whose kid is this?!” she blurted out.

Thud! Chi Jiuyu felt a sharp pain on her forehead.

“Impudent! I am the Sword Lord’s soul sword—Yue Ling! As the Sword Lord’s disciple, you must address me as Lady Yue Ling!”

Yue Ling stood with her hands behind her back, expression stern.

“Huh?” Chi Jiuyu rubbed her forehead. “How do you prove you’re my Master’s sword? Sneaking into a Sword Sect disciple’s quarters violates Sect rules—I’ll report you to the Discipline Hall!”

Chi Jiuyu wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

Yue Ling panicked—if the Master found out she’d caused trouble at the Discipline Hall right after being freed, it’d be disastrous.

Instantly, she reached out and slammed Chi Jiuyu back onto the ground, glaring fiercely. “Dare you? If you go to the Discipline Hall, I’ll tell the Master you labeled her as ‘Little Yellow Duck Sword Lord’ in your fourth alt account!”

Chi Jiuyu froze, then struggled violently.

“How the hell did you know that?! You’re the Ancestral Sword—you’re invading a disciple’s personal privacy!”

Her fourth alt account had never been used within the Sword Sect.

Actually, Chi Jiuyu had known from the start that this child was the Ancestral Sword—who in the Sword Sect would dare impersonate the Sword Lord’s soul sword?

“You’re the Master’s disciple—I naturally must pay you special attention.”

“That’s not attention—that’s not even a single contribution point ever went to me!”

Though Yue Ling was only half Chi Jiuyu’s height, she pinned her down with one hand effortlessly.

The gap between them was simply too vast.

Chi Jiuyu felt deeply humiliated.

She, Chi Jiuyu, the top young cultivator of the Immortal Sect—returned home only to be beaten senseless by her sister’s sword spirit, then now pinned to the ground like a dead fish by this child.

If anyone saw this scene, her entire reputation would be ruined!

The two bickered back and forth.

But as they argued, their voices grew quieter.

They both realized one thing.

This... was the Sword Sect.

Had their Master (the Master) heard everything they just said? Third chapter, request subscription (end of chapter)