He added, “If—if you humbly ask me for pointers, I could reluctantly teach you a thing or two.”
But Senior Sister pinched his cheek, saying he was dreaming.
He got a bit angry. “If you’re weak, just practice more—it’s just a fact. If you need a sparring partner, I could sacrifice some of my sword practice time…”
As he spoke, he suddenly realized that somehow, he had grown taller than Senior Sister.
Looking down, he could count her eyelashes.
He blanked out for a moment, but Senior Sister paid no mind to his thoughts.
Senior Sister turned and left. He couldn’t help calling out.
Senior Sister ignored him.
Senior Sister went to find someone else again.
He secretly followed Senior Sister again, listening to her talk with that person—
“Why does Senior Brother always pull his strikes? Are you going easy on me on purpose…”
“Senior Brother, you’re different from the other disciples I’ve met. None of them are as attentive as you…”
“Senior Brother, your temperament isn’t indecisive at all—it’s gentle like water…”
He eyed the unfamiliar senior brother disciple. After Senior Sister left, he sought him out for a spar as usual.
This wasn’t his first time doing this. He won easily, then coldly assessed the stranger’s sword intent, recalling Senior Sister’s words.
Attentive, gentle like water?
He lowered his gaze and said coldly, “Weak and feeble.”
But then he thought about the tone and attitude Little Senior Sister used when praising him.
Though he felt indignant, he secretly started imitating that unfamiliar senior brother’s mannerisms on his own.
Who would have thought that Little Senior Sister would suspect he had been body-snatched? She even knocked him on the head with her sword sheath.
He finally understood. Beyond resentment and anger, he also felt wronged.
He touched his forehead. It didn’t actually hurt, but the grievance was overwhelming.
“Senior Sister is a dummy,” he said.
Little Junior Brother didn’t understand.
The resentment, indignation, and grievance in his heart… what were they really for?
In any case, Senior Sister was a dummy.
She couldn’t even grasp such a simple sword technique, yet she insisted on seeking guidance from others. If that wasn’t being a dummy, what was?
He had grown taller than Senior Sister, and his cultivation had surpassed hers too. He no longer wanted to call the dummy Senior Sister.
But Senior Sister kept seeking out others for advice and to discuss sword techniques.
It wasn’t even sparring anymore—it was outright challenging them to fights.
Relying on his young age and extraordinary talent, he beat them until their Dao hearts shattered. Then he would curl his lips in a light sneer: “With this level of skill, you still dare to pose as a teacher?”
His arrogance grew day by day, while Senior Sister kept getting stood up by others.
He hugged his sword and leaned against a tree, secretly watching Senior Sister from afar.
Senior Sister waited a long time with no sign of anyone. Looking tired, she simply lay down on the sword-testing stone to rest.
She was dejected for the moment, but he figured it wouldn’t be long before she ran off again to “seek guidance from others.”
Yun Jian couldn’t hold back. He emerged from the woods.
“Senior Sister, what are you doing lying here?” he called out to her on purpose.
Senior Sister didn’t suspect a thing. She was just depressed.
But he couldn’t help himself. He kept spilling his thoughts.
“…Instead of seeking guidance from those useless guys, why not come to me?”
Senior Sister refused.
Senior Sister ignored him.
He sat down behind Senior Sister.
He tugged at the corner of her clothes.
“Senior Sister…”
He still called her that.
He leaned in front of Senior Sister, looking at her with the pleading eyes he used as a child.
Senior Sister, don’t go seek guidance from others anymore, okay?
Don’t go find anyone else, okay?
Senior Sister, look at me…
Come seek guidance from me.
Come find me.
Senior Sister didn’t know his feelings.
He failed to say it out loud again.
Little Junior Brother didn’t understand.
Why could words get stuck in his throat like a fishbone—unable to spit out, unable to swallow.
Until he was sixteen.
It was a sweltering spring night.
In his dream.
Senior Sister praised him, just as he wished.
“You’re amazing,” the Senior Sister in his dream said, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him with admiration.
Yun Jian jolted awake.
His clothes were soaked.
He sat there in a daze.
He went to wash the clothes.
He went to bury the clothes.
Little Junior Brother understood.
He realized he was the real dummy.
It wasn’t “go seek guidance from others,” but “go seek guidance from other men.”
Yet she never came to him.
It wasn’t “don’t go find anyone else, okay,” but “don’t go find other men, okay.”
It turned out that all along, he harbored those kinds of feelings for Senior Sister.
Now he had answers for the resentment, indignation, and grievance in his heart.
Because Senior Sister had no such intentions toward him.
That morning, he had nearly been caught by Senior Sister. After that, he started keeping his distance from her.
He was afraid Senior Sister would learn of his filthy thoughts and come to hate him.
But Senior Sister suddenly seemed to notice him. She often came to him, seeking guidance on sword techniques.
He wasn’t the Sword Venerable yet, nor did he have any advanced spells. He could only teach her hand-to-hand, which meant holding his breath the whole time.
At seventeen.
On his way to training, he overheard some fellow disciples talking—along with Senior Sister’s name.
“Why is she even an inner sect disciple? Her swordsmanship is trash. She can’t even nurture a sword spirit, let alone sword intent… How did the elder take a liking to her and let her occupy an inner sect spot?”
Someone chimed in.
“What’s there to fear? With her cultivation level, she might not even last a hundred years before she drops dead.”
Before the words finished, a hand landed on the speaker’s shoulder. The disciple turned around—and a fist smashed into his face.
He got into a brawl with his fellow disciples and was thrown into seclusion as punishment.
Senior Sister came to visit him.
Senior Sister scolded him, and his lips twitched.
I didn’t come out on the losing end, Senior Sister. Don’t worry…
Don’t get so close to me. I’ll have those dreams again…
Sorry, Senior Sister. I don’t want to dream. I don’t want to dirty you…
The fellow disciple’s words echoed in his ears—
She might not even last a hundred years before she drops dead.
Senior Sister, don’t die.
He wanted to say something that day, but Senior Sister had no way of knowing.
And he had no way of knowing that Senior Sister wasn’t Senior Sister.
Senior Sister was the Player.
The Player started taking care of Little Junior Brother. The Player also began searching for targets to pursue.
The Player couldn’t find anyone who satisfied her in every way.
The Player turned her attention to Little Junior Brother.
Her childhood sweetheart Little Junior Brother, with his steadily accumulating high favorability.
Little Junior Brother’s face had matured, he’d shot up in height, and his cultivation had advanced rapidly, surpassing the Player’s.
The Player figured Little Junior Brother would do just fine.
[Favorability 99]
Yun Jian received a token of affection from Senior Sister.
He felt like he’d been smacked on the head by fruit falling from a tree—
Once he came of age, he could marry Little Senior Sister.
He chose the white rope knot.
Because Senior Sister’s sword was white, and his was black.
A white sword bound with a black knot, a black sword bound with a white knot.
You in me, me in you.
The white rope knot and sword tassel swayed on his lifebound sword.
The sword tassel swung back and forth, like a puppy’s tail—
Once he came of age, he could marry Little Senior Sister.
He secretly refined a simple magic artifact shaped like a sundial, counting down the days every day—
Once he came of age, he could marry Little Senior Sister.
As the sundial ticked away the time, he began urging Senior Sister to cultivate. But he noticed a problem.
Senior Sister didn’t like practicing the sword, and she didn’t like cultivating.
“Stop pushing me so hard,” his sharp ears caught her frequent mutterings. “I’m not some Dragon Proud Heaven. Practicing the sword is impossible. It’ll be impossible my whole life…”
Senior Sister sighed. “Why is the sect full of tryhards? Can’t a girl just play the game happily anymore…”
What did “卷” mean?
Little Junior Brother was confused again. Senior Sister said so many things he couldn’t understand.
Did Senior Sister hate him? Did she regret it? Did she find him too boring?
He realized he couldn’t keep pushing her like this. What if she took back the token of affection?
What if she went looking for other men again?
Yun Jian immediately went into secluded cultivation to consult ancient texts.
He didn’t find the terms Senior Sister used, but fortunately, he discovered another solution.
Since Senior Sister didn’t like cultivating, she wouldn’t have to.
As long as he advanced diligently, that would be enough.
He just needed to find a dual cultivation technique. Then the higher the male partner’s cultivation, the better the benefits fed back to the female partner during dual cultivation.
It might be hard on Senior Sister, though—having to dual cultivate with him every day.
Little Junior Brother quietly harbored some selfish desires.
Even so, he realized another issue.
Senior Sister needed a way to protect herself.
Otherwise, what if she ran into danger while he was in seclusion?
Soon, he found a solution.
Senior Sister was lazy with swordsmanship and wouldn’t improve quickly, but her sword flight speed could.
His temperament hadn’t changed—he often spoke with light mockery. Senior Sister would pretend to pinch his face or swat him.
He would flee on his sword. Running away wasn’t his style, but in front of Senior Sister, he didn’t mind so much. It just meant wronging her a little, making her put up with his attitude for the time being.
When Senior Sister got fed up, she would naturally chase him on her sword. Of course, he sometimes let her catch him on purpose, allowing her to discipline him.
It didn’t matter.
It was fine if Senior Sister didn’t like practicing the sword.
As long as she could fly fast.
If she encountered danger, she just needed to fly fast.
Fly to me.
Leave everything to me to handle.
Just wait a little longer. He was almost of age.
Then he could pour all his cultivation into her.
Before entering seclusion, Yun Jian saw Senior Sister one last time.
Without him pushing her, Little Senior Sister would definitely slack off again.
He deliberately said those kinds of words on purpose. Senior Sister glared at him and swatted him with her sword sheath.
He retreated to his quiet chamber for secluded cultivation, silently reciting words too shameful to voice.
Senior Sister, when I come out of seclusion, by your terms, I’ll be of age—
Once he came of age, he could marry Little Senior Sister.
That had been his plan.
Until during seclusion, his lifebound sword resonated, jolting him awake.
Senior Sister was gone.
Following the resonance, he found Little Senior Sister’s lifebound sword—broken and battered. The sword led him to her.
He found Little Senior Sister.
After a cultivator dies, their corpse dissipates into spiritual energy, returning to the heavens and earth.
He found Little Senior Sister.
No blood, but she had already scattered.
Senior Sister was everywhere. Instinctively, he tried to piece her back together.
The spiritual energy that belonged to Senior Sister gathered, but no matter what, he couldn’t reassemble it.
“No, no, no…”
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, Senior Sister—”
The Little Senior Sister in his arms slipped through his fingers one after another, drifting toward the sky. No matter how he shouted, she wouldn’t come back.
What the Player didn’t know—
At 18 years old.
Her pursuit target fell into a long nightmare.
Perhaps one that would last a lifetime.
—
[Although your sword flight speed has improved greatly, the demon beast pursues relentlessly. With such a large gap in cultivation, your escape success rate needs to be at least: 60]
[Your escape success rate: 51]
[Escape Failed]
[Secret Realm in Peril]
[You Died]
[Game Over]
[Unlocked Ending: Bad End]
[Start a New Game Round?]
[Yes][No]
[Yes]
[Generating New Map…]
[Loading New Map…]
[Loading New Characters…]
[Load Complete!]
[Have a Pleasant Game!]