Chapter 47 Your Junior Sister is Going to Have a New Senior Brother "Master asked me to take you..."

Around the Sword Sect's giant arena, the atmosphere was so heated it seemed to ignite the air. Sometime earlier, several makeshift gambling tables had been set up along the edge of the arena, with the disciples acting as bookmakers shouting and betting enthusiastically.

"Place your bets now! Place your bets now! Senior Brother Zhao Gan wins, odds are 1.1! Newcomer exchange student wins, odds are 10! Don't miss out!"

With almost no suspense, the spirit stones placed were poured into Zhao Gansheng's side like a flowing river, piling up like a mountain.

The Sword Sect disciples wore relaxed and confident expressions, as if they could already see the wonderful sight of their spirit stones doubling. Some even started eating melon seeds and chatting about which tavern down the mountain they would go to for a treat once they won some money.

"Tsk, these odds are practically free money."

"That's right, I heard that newcomer is a female cultivator, with thin arms and legs. How many swords can she withstand from Senior Brother Zhao?"

"He'll probably be defeated in one move, haha!"

"Those idiots from the outer sects actually bet on her to win? They must have too many spirit stones to burn, they're about to lose their underwear!"

Their mocking gazes swept across the other side of the gambling table, to those figures who stood out from the surrounding sword cultivators.

Wearing a bamboo hat, Rong Yan put down a bag of gold with a blank expression.

Chi Yang, dressed in fiery red, smiled and pushed over several pieces of exquisite jade.

Concealed in the shadows at the edge of the crowd, Chong Cang flicked his finger and a jade bottle containing an unknown liquid landed precisely in the area where "Shi Liuyingsheng" was located. The bottle exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spines of the Zhuang family disciples.

Shen Hanzhou was the most extravagant. He directly pulled out a bulging storage bag and dumped it on the table with a "whoosh." Various spirit stones, talismans, and pills were piled up into a small mound, glittering with golden light, almost blinding people.

The group briefly met at the gambling table, and in the instant their eyes met, they all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes—keeping their mouths shut and their minds at ease, tacitly agreeing to hand over money.

We absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum!

The laughter from the Sword Sect disciples grew even louder.

Just then, with a loud crash, a jet-black hammer slammed down on the edge of the gambling table, causing the spirit stones on the table to bounce three times.

Su Wan put her hands on her hips, her petite body exuding an astonishing aura. Her face was taut, and her voice, though clear, carried an undeniable arrogance: "Laugh again? Laugh again and believe me, I'll smash your heads open and hang them on this stage as lanterns!"

Several Sword Sect disciples, humiliated, turned pale with anger. Just as they were about to teach this arrogant brat a lesson, a quick-witted person nearby grabbed them and whispered in alarm, "Stop! Are you out of your mind?! Look at the jade pendant on her waist!"

Upon closer inspection, the group noticed a seemingly simple yet terrifyingly powerful silver-white jade pendant hanging from Su Wan's waist, with the words "Xuanji" faintly visible on it.

"She's the little disciple that Master Xuanji cherishes like the apple of his eye!"

"My goodness... She's missing a hair one second, and the next second Xuanji Daozun's sword could pierce right through us and smash this arena in half!"

In an instant, with Su Wan at the center, this originally crowded area was cleared up like Moses parting the sea, creating a large open space where people could breathe.

The Sword Sect disciples, who had been arrogantly eating sunflower seeds just moments before, were now silent as cicadas in winter, their eyes darting around, not daring to meet Su Wan's gaze.

Rong Yan, Chi Yang, Chong Cang, and Chen Hanzhou, who had intended to remain hidden among the crowd but were all exposed by Su Wan's hammer blow, were speechless.

The group exchanged a helpless glance.

The noise around the arena did not subside much as a result.

Within the Sword Sect, strength is paramount. An exchange student who was parachuted in and who wasn't even a disciple of the sect immediately took up an inner disciple's spot and resources, which offended the interests and perceptions of many people.

"Think about the consequences before trying to get ahead through connections!"

"The Sword Sect is not a place where she can run wild!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, teach her a lesson!"

A group of burly, muscular men raised their fists and shouted, their discontent and resentment filling the air.

On a high platform to one side of the arena, Shen Yubai frowned as he watched the chaotic scene.

He disliked the pointless noise and was preparing to forcibly clear the area when his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd.

He hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

"Approaching the Heavens".

Shen Yubai's voice remained cold: "So that's your junior sister? If you want, I can end this farce immediately."

He speaks directly and without beating around the bush.

To have maintained his position as the top disciple of the Sword Sect, which prioritizes strength, for hundreds of years, Shen Yubai relied not on being shrewd and worldly-wise, but on absolute strength and an uncompromising style.

He has the confidence and ability to do so.

Jun Lintian looked at the glaring challenge information above the arena and shook his head: "No need."

A hint of disapproval flashed in Shen Yubai's eyes. He frowned, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, which softened the small, bright red mole on his face, making his hard profile appear slightly gentler. "You probably don't know Zhao Gan's strength. Although he is arrogant, he is no ordinary person to have so many supporters in the Sword Sect."

He stated the facts in a calm tone: "This child was born with superhuman strength, and his physique far surpasses that of ordinary people. It only took him ten years to go from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul. He was originally just an outer sect disciple who swept and cleaned, but he managed to comprehend the Dao on his own by devouring basic cultivation techniques that others disdained."

The implication is that your junior sister, who looks like she could be blown away by a gust of wind, is no match for him. Stop him as soon as possible to avoid getting hurt.

Jun Lintian's gaze swept past the crowd, landing gently on the entrance to the arena. His tone carried an unquestionable trust: "She needs this opportunity to prove herself. And I believe in her."

Shen Yubai followed his gaze, then looked back at Jun Lintian's eyes, which reflected only a single figure, and immediately understood.

He had no expression, but his eyes held a knowing, faint disdain.

The once-proud prodigy, with a clear sword mind and an open path, has now been blinded by mere romantic feelings? A petite and delicate junior sister has made him abandon his grand goal of pursuing the supreme path and standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world?

Has his admirable composure and wisdom been completely devoured by the sour and stinky smell of love?

Shen Yubai patiently reminded her again, his voice cold and hard: "She has already reached the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age, truly a genius among her peers. But in the realm of cultivation, the most dangerous thing for a cultivator is to act blindly. Let's confirm this one more time."

He glanced at the two men on the arena whose size difference was terrifying, and asked, "You really don't want your junior sister to go down?"

"Yes," Jun Lintian replied decisively.

Shen Yubai said no more, but cast a pitying gaze toward the entrance to the arena.

A promising young talent might be doomed to perish today because of his senior's blind confidence.

After all, the two people on the stage were a whole realm apart.

Just then, a figure in light blue slowly walked onto the arena.

It was Shi Liuying.

She stood tall and walked with a steady gait. However, standing opposite Zhao Gan, who was as tall as a small mountain, she appeared particularly petite and delicate, with her head only reaching Zhao Gan's waist.

It's not that Shi Liuying was too short; it's just that Zhao Gan was too tall and strong. Standing there, he looked exactly like a brown bear wearing human skin and standing upright, casting a shadow that almost completely enveloped Shi Liuying.

The commotion below the ring reached its peak with the appearance of the main character, mixed with even more jeers and boos.

Shi Liuying ignored the surrounding noise. She raised her clear eyes and looked at Zhao Gan, whose face was full of fat and disdain. Then, she slowly drew her natal spirit sword, named "Bu Ling," which was full of flowing light.

The small figure, holding a sword, possessed a mature and composed demeanor, like a sword master who had cultivated for thousands of years.

She nodded slightly, her voice calm and even:

"Draw your sword."

Zhao Gan sneered, his voice booming: "On the Sword Sect's territory, to compete in swordsmanship with a legitimate swordsman? That's like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu, courting death! Today I'll show you what true, ultimate swordsmanship looks like!"

Before he finished speaking, the broadsword in his hand, as thick as a door panel, was already carrying the immense force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, along with violent spiritual energy, and without any fancy moves, it slashed down at Shi Liuying's head!

The sword wind howled, its momentum was astonishing!

Many people in the audience closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of that petite figure being cleaved away by a sword.

However, Shi Liuying moved.

Her movements were not fast; in fact, they had a strange sense of rhythm.

The figure in cyan swayed gently like a willow catkin in the wind the instant the broadsword was about to strike, narrowly avoiding the powerful blow.

At the same time, the Buling Sword in her hand transformed into a thin but extremely refined stream of light, precisely striking Zhao Gan's wrist joint where his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated.

With a soft "ding" sound, accompanied by a muffled groan from Zhao Gan, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and the broadsword almost slipped from his hand!

That seemingly light sword strike contained terrifying power and timing!

The disdain on Zhao Gan's face froze instantly, turning into shock.

He roared, and his sword technique changed again, pouring towards Shi Liuying like a storm, with greater power and speed!

However, Shi Liuying was still like a small boat in a stormy sea. Although it seemed dangerous, she always managed to avoid the attack at the most critical moment with the smallest amplitude and the most precise angle.

The sword in her hand, Bu Ling, was like a divine stroke of genius, each thrust, point, flick, and swipe landing precisely on the weakest and most vulnerable spots in Zhao Gan's moves.

"What an ingenious way to deflect the force!"

"That movement technique... it's like an eel!"

"How come her sword always seems to know what Senior Brother Zhao's next move will be?"

The commotion from the audience gradually subsided, replaced by increasing astonishment and disbelief.

Zhao Gan became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He felt as if he possessed immense strength but was trapped in an invisible net, with every punch landing on cotton and every sword strike being anticipated and interrupted by his opponent.

Although his opponent's strength was far inferior to his, the exquisite swordsmanship and precise grasp of the battle situation made him feel powerless.

Zhao Gan, like a confident big dog, had his nose slapped a few times, and his eyes gradually went from fierce to confused.

With each sword strike, Shi Liuying's eyes became clearer, filled with the wisdom of "Who am I? Where am I? Why can't I hit him?"

He had more and more wounds on his body. Although they were not deep, they were crisscrossed, making him look quite disheveled.

Shi Liuying's sword was like the strictest mentor, precisely pointing out every redundancy and every flaw in his swordsmanship.

Finally, Shi Liuying seized a tiny gap when he was exhausted and needed to catch his breath. The tip of the Buling Sword trembled slightly and instantly burst out with dozens of condensed sword energies, which formed a sword net that blocked all of Zhao Gan's escape routes!

Zhao Gan tried his best to block, but was still hit in the chest by several sword energies that avoided vital points. He was as if he had been hit by a giant tree, and staggered back more than ten steps. With a "thud", he knelt on one knee, and his broadsword fell to the side with a "clang".

He was panting heavily, his face was bruised and swollen, and his robes were tattered and covered in dust.

He raised his head and looked at Shi Liuying, who was still calm and composed, her light blue robes fluttering in the wind. There was no trace of contempt in his eyes, only deep respect and...gratitude?

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming yet filled with heartfelt admiration: "Thank you for your guidance, sir! I, Zhao Gan, have learned a great deal! I have offended you greatly before, please forgive me and guide me in the future!"

A tamed, loyal dog was born.

The area around the arena was deathly silent.

Then, a deafening...wailing erupted?

"So spicy!"

"No, this is terrible."

"My spirit stones! They're all gone!"

"I've lost all my underwear!"

"My wife's dowry! My wife's dowry!"

"The Sword Sect was already poor, and now this is making things even worse... Waaaaah..."

The Sword Sect disciples who lost the bet beat their chests and wailed, creating a stark contrast to the harmonious scene on the arena.

On the high platform, Shen Yubai, whose face was originally full of disdain that said "Your junior sister is no good", "You are blinded by love", and "Just wait to collect your corpse", suddenly had his eyes light up the moment Shi Liuying thrust out the first sword and accurately hit Zhao Gan's wrist!

On his handsome face, which usually kept strangers at a distance, now hung two eyes that were as hot as little suns, completely out of character with his demeanor.

He stared intently at Shi Liuying on the arena, not blinking.

His eyes were like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat; the appraiser had discovered an unparalleled treasure.

All those emotions and judgments, such as pity, contempt, and saccharine romanticism, have disappeared.

He completely ignored Jun Lintian beside him, and the moment the bell rang to signal the end of the arena match, he strode towards Shi Liuying on the arena like an arrow released from a bow.

He strode up to Shi Liuying and tried to force what he thought was a warm and friendly smile onto her face, which was usually icy and expressionless, though it looked a little stiff.

His Adam's apple bobbed, making even the bright red mole seem more vibrant and radiant, and his voice became gentler than ever before:

"Junior sister, Master instructed me to come and guide you into the sect."

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Author's Note: Shen Yubai: Hi, junior sister [doge emoji]

Junlintian: Replenishment [fear]

Still random red envelopes [pat on the head]