Chapter 29

Sister?

Is that towering, incomprehensible elder this person's senior sister?

"Master, what should we do?" A nearby subordinate asked at the worst possible moment.

How the hell should I know what to do? The master's mindset is crumbling.

A tiny city like Xuanjian? Don't pull this crap—normally, someone with a Return to Void elder as his father should've hit his ceiling already, right?! "Are you… my uncle?" Chi Jiuyu said uncertainly.

"If you're my sister's disciple, then yes, I am your uncle." Xu Xing glanced at the two across from her: "Shall I wait for you? But you'd better resolve this quickly."

He really is my uncle!

It seems the commotion I caused was too big—it even drew my uncle here.

"Don't worry, Uncle! Just two scraps—I'll finish them fast." With that, Chi Jiuyu turned back to the two: "Hurry up!"

"Master, how should we fight?" The subordinate gathered his magic power and asked in a low voice.

Fight your ass!

Thud! The master knelt down with startling speed; Chi Jiuyu was momentarily stunned, but her vigilance didn't drop—she'd heard of strange demonic arts where bowing could kill a person.

"I surrender. Take me to Silutang."

Ah? So it wasn't some demonic art.

Seeing their master kneel, the subordinate knelt too—admittedly, he was quite loyal.

"What should we do, Uncle?"

"They're your captives. You decide."

"Then just cripple them and send them to Silutang for interrogation?"

Hearing he'd be crippled, the master panicked.

"Don't! I've only helped that old devil sell demonic beast blood for healing—I've never done anything harmful!"

"If you haven't done anything harmful, why hide in this hellhole—and why wear sunglasses?" Chi Jiuyu pointed her sword at them. "Speak! What's your goal? Are you planning to massacre the city to forge demonic arts?"

I massacre your ass!

Xuanjian City may be small, but it's got several Soul Transformation cultivators. What the hell am I supposed to massacre with just a Golden Core? And what's wrong with wearing sunglasses?

"I came here just to forge a sword—because of my father's connections, I was assigned here…"

To save his life and preserve his cultivation, the master revealed everything without hiding a single detail, speaking as concisely as possible.

His father was a Return to Void demonic cultivator, one of the elite who participated in the artificial soul cultivation project—far from those impoverished Return to Void fools who risked massacres just to forge ten-thousand-soul banners.

His reason for coming to Xuanjian City was to forge a demonic sword using human resentment.

Employees exploited at Xuan Yue Tower, students forced into endless tutoring classes—all excellent sources of resentment.

This artificial soul cultivation base occasionally produced high-quality resentment.

Who still kills people these days? Inefficient and draws attention.

But before the sword was finished, the ancient cultivator's awakening happened. Seeing the situation turn sour, the old demonic masters fled with their gear. He couldn't bear to abandon his nearly completed sword, so he decided to stay a while longer.

That extra stay created problems.

The wounded Dao-Union demonic elder took interest in the array here that concealed heavenly patterns and qi signatures, and came knocking.

And then… everything became what it is now.

Thinking about it makes me cry—I'm truly fucking unlucky.

After hearing it all, Chi Jiuyu was disappointed. So they were just two unlucky nobodies.

"Go to Silutang yourselves. Remember to mention my name."

Even a mosquito's leg is meat.

To become the sect leader of Zong Sect, you must not only match the cultivation realm—you must also have tangible achievements.

"Let's go, Uncle!"

"Wait!" The subordinate suddenly shouted.

Huh? Chi Jiuyu turned back in confusion; the master felt his heart tremble—what the hell is this idiot yelling for?!

"You haven't told us your name!"

…Silence for a moment. "I'm Chi Jiuyu."

This disciple of my sister is truly interesting. "Since everything's settled, let's go."

With a faint word, both figures vanished instantly; the equipment room fell utterly silent, leaving only the master and his subordinate.

Just as the master exhaled in relief—

Tap! Tap! Sudden footsteps made his heart nearly stop—a towering figure walked in.

"Master? Big brother? What are you doing?"

It was another subordinate.

Phew~ "Clean up. Let's go turn ourselves in to Silutang."

Huh??? The second subordinate stared blankly—what the hell just happened? Why suddenly turn themselves in?

…………

Xuanjian City Third Middle School, spectator stands.

With the crystal card in hand, Xu Xing had no reason to go to anyone's office—he simply brought Chi Jiuyu to the spectator stands.

"Uncle, where are we?" Chi Jiuyu looked around, spotting the arenas in the courtyard. "Hey, isn't that Longxiang Qingtianzong's 'Zhiguo' arena?"

"Have you fought on it before?"

"Of course! This thing's fun—I once won one back when my master took me to their sect to smash their venue."

"That's not smashing a venue—that's sect-to-sect exchange."

"Ah, whatever, it's basically the same."

Chi Jiuyu stared at the courtyard for a while; nine of the twelve platforms had already been claimed, each one blazing with fierce combat.

Only Zhang Yunlu still had no challengers; the flag on her platform bore a "six," proving she had won six matches.

"Isn't that the one you mentored, Master?"

Master is on the same level as our Sect Master—why would he come here to watch such a combat trial for no reason?

Clearly, someone he mentored is among them.

Everyone else's skill is far too low—even worse than trash—yet no one dares challenge the one in the middle, clearly placing him in a different league.

"Yes, I did give her a small gift."

At that moment, one of the platforms decided a winner.

The platform still mocked both contestants with sarcasm; the defending fighter's face turned bright red, but he did not leap off like Du Qian had at the beginning.

Let it be embarrassing—ranking is more important.

Yet the platform had no intention of letting him off so easily.

【Ha】

A scornful, contemptuous laugh rang out across the entire arena; the defending fighter finally cracked and jumped off the platform.

"Tsk! What a fragile mindset—the evaluation was perfectly fair."

"Jiuyu."

"Yes, Master?"

"Are there many people in the sect who want to fight you?"

"Not just in the sect—many from other sects want to fight me too!" Chi Jiuyu said with considerable pride.

"..."

Since emerging from seclusion, this was the first time Xu Xing had truly been speechless.

"There are actually advantages to this," she explained seriously. "Look, Master—if I don't want people to fight me, I have to train harder. Isn't that a way to motivate myself?"

She had quite a few twisted arguments.

Xu Xing smiled in silent amusement.

No wonder he's his senior sister's disciple.

Above the school, high in the clouds, Zhenjun Zihuan silently gazed toward the direction where demonic energy rose.

He was still hesitating, wondering whether to go there.

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