The Entire Sect is Full of Villains, Yet the Junior Sister Conquers All

Su Chen’an was a romantic and passionate man who had spent half his life dallying among flowers without attachments. Yet, he fell in love at first sight with Qin Xixue at an auction, devoting himself to her wholeheartedly and willingly.

In the original story, many of Qin Xixue’s powerful spirit tools and magic treasures were specially crafted by Su Chen’an for her alone.

However, due to certain events later on, Su Chen’an discovered that Qin Xixue had been using him all along. Heartbroken and disillusioned, their relationship ended, and they parted ways.

By then, he had already become a world-renowned artificer. When Chang Yu invited him to forge a destined weapon for Qin Xixue, he ruthlessly refused, causing both of them to lose face.

As the saying goes, “A small kindness is repaid with gratitude, but a great one breeds resentment.” Qin Xixue and Chang Yu harbored grudges against him because of this.

Moreover, Su Chen’an was an honored guest of the world’s premier tool refining establishment. After refusing their request, he publicly blacklisted Qin Xixue and Chang Yu from the Treasure Forging Tower, refusing to craft any spirit tools or magic tools for them.

From then on, both sides completely fell out and became enemies.

Su Chen’an also became a famous villainous antagonist in the original story.

The fate of villains is naturally not good, and Su Chen’an’s could be described with one word: tragic.

He died moments before his life’s greatest masterpiece was completed.

—Su Chen’an was struck by Chang Yu’s sword and fell into the refining furnace, sacrificing his flesh and blood as an offering, fusing with the nearly-formed sword embryo, giving birth to the Spirit Abyss Continent’s first divine weapon in nearly ten thousand years: [Xuanling Sword].

This sword was then contracted by Qin Xixue, aiding her journey to the heavens, capable of slaying both ghosts and gods.

The reminiscence stopped here.

Chu Sang’s gaze fell on the romantic and gentle Fifth Senior Brother, her heart filled with regret and pity.

Su Chen’an took out the blueprint and scanned it, asking, “Who drew this?”

Tantai Ming raised his hand eagerly to answer, proudly, “Little Junior Sister drew it!”

“You drew this?” Su Chen’an’s almond-shaped eyes filled with surprise.

Chu Sang came back to her senses and nodded.

“You’re so young, with shallow cultivation. You’re not even specializing in tool refinement, are you? How do you know all these intricacies?” Su Chen’an was curious. “The shape of this ‘gun’ is truly strange. In my fifteen years of tool refining, I’ve never seen such an odd weapon. And these tool patterns on it, where did you learn about them?”

Su Chen’an didn’t think his junior brothers and sisters would joke about this matter, but he still found it hard to believe. “I’ve achieved some success in tool refining. I dare not say I’ve read over ten thousand books on tool refinement, but I’ve at least read several thousand.”

“Tool patterns, I’ve seen them before. In ancient tool crafting classics from ten thousand years ago, there were indeed records of adding tool patterns to weapons.”

“But after ten thousand years, most of those ancient classics have long been lost, with only a few fragments remaining. The pattern trends are mostly incomplete… Even if modern artificers wanted to restore the tool patterns, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.” He sighed lightly.

“But looking at the few patterns you’ve drawn on this blueprint, although most are simple beginner to intermediate-level runes, not complex to draw, they are surprisingly fluid and natural.”

Su Chen’an’s gaze fell on her face, with a hint of inquiry, “Even I can’t accurately deduce the connections and positions between each rune. Where did you learn this from?”

Tantai Ming spoke up to explain, “Little Junior Sister is a rune cultivator!”

Although he, as a sword cultivator, didn’t understand the intricacies, they were all runes, so it was normal for Little Junior Sister to be proficient!

“…The way of runes indeed has similarities, and in many cases, they are interconnected.” Su Chen’an studied Chu Sang intently for a moment, then withdrew his gaze without pursuing the matter further.

“This magic tool can be made, but it will take some time.” He carefully put away the blueprint.

Chu Sang looked up, her eyes bright and shining, “Fifth Senior Brother, I want to learn tool refining with you!”

“Why do you want to become an artificer?” Su Chen’an raised an eyebrow, his slender eyes containing a hint of amusement.

Chu Sang looked at him eagerly, stating matter-of-factly, “I’m poor.”

“……”

Although a bit unreliable, it was indeed an irrefutable good reason.

For the next few days, Chu Sang learned tool refining from Su Chen’an.

The greatest advantage of having a fire spirit root was the ease of choosing a profession, and the ability to switch careers at any time.

Apart from sword cultivation, one could also develop side businesses like becoming an alchemist or an artificer.

“Look, this is hundred-year-old dark iron, this is five-hundred-year-old dark iron, and this is thousand-year-old dark iron.” Su Chen’an took out three seemingly identical iron blocks for her to see. “The higher the age of the dark iron, the blacker and deeper its color will be. It feels cool and smooth to the touch, and when tapped with a finger, it will produce an extremely crisp, ringing sound. As for how to distinguish them, apart from an artificer’s daily experience, one also needs to use divine sense to probe the quality of the iron, which is more accurate…”

“Different weapons have different characteristics, and the raw iron needed for forging is not the same.”

“There are about two hundred types of common raw iron used in the market. Besides the most commonly used dark iron, there’s this type called mountain-breaking iron, which is harder and heavier than ordinary dark iron, suitable for making heavy swords and hammers.”

“This raw iron is called forest silk iron. Its texture is light and soft, suitable for making soft swords and long whips often used by women,” he continued. “Forest silk iron is expensive and extremely fragile, requiring very high forging skills from the artificer. With the slightest mistake, the raw iron will be damaged like soft silk, not suitable for beginners to practice with.”

Although Su Chen’an was a typical talent-type expert, his explanations were very orderly, clear, and patient.

He handed her dozens of books on tool crafting. “Besides memorizing these most basic raw iron varieties, you also need to remember common spirit-infusing materials like sacred fire phantom skin and离fire jade. Take these books back to read, and after you’ve finished them, I’ll teach you tool refining.”

Chu Sang took the books, earnestly digesting the knowledge she had learned during this period.

The way of runes and the way of tools were two completely different paths.

Although she could draw weapon blueprints, when it came to actual operation, she discovered there were many intricacies involved.

She added the two points she had previously obtained to her comprehension.

[Comprehension: 13]

“Little Junior Sister, how’s the reading going?” Su Chen’an, seeing that she hadn’t left her room for days, came to check and found her buried in books as expected, feeling quite pleased.

“I’ve memorized them all.”

Chu Sang put down the book and smiled sweetly. “Why don’t you test me, Fifth Senior Brother?”

“It’s only been five days, and you’ve already memorized a book so quickly?” Su Chen’an picked up a book.

Chu Sang shook her head. “I’ve memorized all thirty-four books.”

Su Chen’an’s hand trembled slightly, thinking he had misheard. “What did you say?”

“These thirty-four books, I’ve memorized them all. You can test me on anything.”

This statement was extremely bold.

Su Chen’an initially thought she was just exaggerating and didn’t take it seriously. After casually asking a few questions, he found that Chu Sang answered fluently.

Su Chen’an realized this matter was not simple.

He questioned her on all thirty-four books, page by page, without missing anything, and she answered without hesitation.

Su Chen’an couldn’t help but exclaim, “…Little Junior Sister, have you read these books before?”

To memorize over thirty books in just five days, even he couldn’t accomplish such a monstrous feat back then!

“No, I’ve only read some books about tool refinement in the sect’s library.”

This was unbelievable.

Su Chen’an really wanted to open up his little junior sister’s head to see what was inside!

He quickly stopped his terrifying thoughts, realizing that was something only that abnormal Third Senior Brother would do.

He remained silent for a moment, then said, “Little Junior Sister, how about I teach you tool refining?”

“Ah, so soon? Don’t you want to teach me something else first, Senior Brother?” Chu Sang blinked her eyes.

“I have nothing else to teach you. Let’s go straight to practical application.”

Su Chen’an took her to the tool workshop.

—Distinguishing materials, selecting materials, purifying with tool fire, removing impurities, then fusing, secondary refining, and finally processing and forging the raw iron formed from dozens of materials into a shaped weapon.

These were the normal steps of tool refining, usually ending at the weapon shaping stage.

But Chu Sang still had one last step.

It was also the most crucial step—engraving patterns.

Chu Sang tried to refine a small magic tool, a double-edged rotating boomerang called the Wind-Breaking Blade.

To truly achieve the wind-breaking effect, she needed to engrave a wind-breaking pattern on the blade.

Although she could easily draw runes on paper, engraving them on weapons was a completely different experience.

The difficulty increased tenfold, or even hundredfold.

“Engraving tool patterns consumes a lot of divine sense and has an extremely high failure rate. You can practice on some small objects first, and use pitch to sketch a draft before engraving.”

Chu Sang followed the advice obediently, first sketching a draft on the blade with pitch, then slowly engraving.

Normally, she could draw such a simple rune in just a few strokes, easily completing it.

But engraving one tool rune took her an entire night.

When she finished engraving, she suddenly felt as if all the spiritual energy in her body had been drained in an instant. She collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, covered in sweat, her hands shaking so much she could barely hold the knife handle.

No wonder artificers earned so much money.

This craft wasn’t something just anyone could do!

“Not bad, you succeeded on your first try. Although it’s a small item, it’s still quite impressive.” 

Su Chen’an’s first tool refining experience was around the age of twelve when he made a sleeve dagger. Even without engraving patterns, he had to ruin ten daggers before succeeding once.

Little Junior Sister was originally a rune cultivator, so her hands were steadier, and her divine sense was stronger than ordinary cultivators… Although Su Chen’an was somewhat surprised, compared to Little Junior Sister’s terrifying photographic memory talent earlier, he accepted it rather calmly.

“Fifth Senior Brother, why don’t we make a bet? If I can memorize ten thousand books on tool crafting, you’ll grant me one request!”

“What do you want?” Su Chen’an skipped the betting part and asked directly.

Chu Sang thought Fifth Senior Brother was really straightforward, and her sweet smile grew even sweeter. “If I can memorize ten thousand books on tool crafting, when I reach the Golden Core stage, can you help me refine a destined weapon?”

“Alright.” Su Chen’an agreed without hesitation.

“Senior Brother, we haven’t even set a time limit yet. We didn’t say one year, ten years, or a hundred years. If it’s a hundred years, I’d definitely memorize ten thousand books!”

“Even if you don’t finish memorizing, I’ll still make it for you.”

Su Chen’an reached out and smoothed down a stray hair on her head.

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After another month, Su Chen’an gave the handgun to Chu Sang.

It was considered his formal entrance gift for his little junior sister, albeit a bit late, but the gift was valuable and the sentiment deep.

Chu Sang went to the back mountain, just about to test the power of the handgun.

A paper crane flew in from afar, looking unsteady.

“What’s this?”

Mu Chihuai opened it and his expression changed slightly. “It’s a distress signal from Fourth Senior Sister!”

“Didn’t Fourth Senior Sister go home to visit relatives recently? Why would she suddenly send a distress signal?” Tantai Ming was confused.

Mu Chihuai unfolded the letter for everyone to see. “This distress signal was sent by the Sikong family head, saying that Fourth Senior Sister was kidnapped by bandits a few days ago and her whereabouts are still unknown.”

“The kidnappers seem to be cultivators from a local sect, so the Sikong family head sent this distress signal to our sect, hoping we would go search for Fourth Senior Sister.”

“Fourth Junior Sister has been kidnapped again, huh.” Su Chen’an was quite calm, after all, no one was more familiar with kidnapping than him.

The only two kidnapping specialists in the sect were undoubtedly Su Chen’an and Sikong Qiu.

The former was a rising star in the new generation of artificers, with a fortune at his waist. Given how ostentatious Su Chen’an usually was, it would be strange if thieves didn’t covet him.

As for the latter, one could guess the reason just from her name.

The Sikong family was undoubtedly the wealthiest in the mortal realm, with a vast fortune no less than the Eight Great Immortal Sects and cultivation clans.

The Sikong family head had lost his wife early on and had only one beloved daughter, Sikong Qiu, whom he doted on immensely.

Fearing his beloved daughter might attract the attention of thieves, even though Sikong Qiu had poor aptitude, being a lowest-grade Five Element Root, the Sikong family head tried every means to send his beloved daughter into an immortal sect.

Unfortunately, the Eight Great Immortal Sects would not accept disciples with such poor aptitude. Later, after some twists and turns, Sikong Qiu was accepted into the Lingqing Sect.

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On a rugged mountain road outside Cloud City, a horse-drawn carriage bumped along.

A young woman sat inside the carriage. She wore a light blue dress with small floral patterns, with willow-like eyebrows and apricot-shaped eyes, a peach-pink jade face, looking quite innocent, cute, and lively.

However, when she opened her mouth, she cursed and ranted, extremely spoiled and unreasonable. “Are you all in a hurry to reincarnate? Can’t you go slower? You’re making this young lady vomit up yesterday’s meal. Do you want me to vomit on your face?”

“Damn it, how can this little wench talk so much? She’s been cursing the whole way, isn’t she tired?” The kidnappers in front of the carriage couldn’t help but curse secretly.

An embroidered shoe flew out with a “smack!”

The kidnapper’s face twisted for a moment, now sporting a large red shoe print.

“Shut up! Who do you think you are, daring to curse this young lady behind my back!” 

Sikong Qiu lifted the curtain abruptly, looking arrogant and haughty. “I’m the hostage, show some respect!”

“Serve this young lady well. If anything happens to me, you can forget about getting any money!” She tilted her chin up and snorted coldly. “You lot better behave, understand?”

“Yes, yes, yes, we obey your commands!”

The kidnappers nodded obsequiously.

A second later, they realized something was wrong. She knew she was a hostage? How could she still be so arrogant?

The leader of the kidnappers was also extremely frustrated. He had been in this business for twenty years but had never encountered such a character before.

He waved his hand impatiently at his subordinates, “Forget it, just serve her well for now. We’ll hand her over to the Sect Leader when we get back…”

“Heh.” The big man laughed coldly, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes.

Just then, the carriage stopped as someone blocked the road ahead.

The kidnapper at the front shouted coldly, “Who goes there?”

“Your mother’s calling you home for dinner.”

A blade pierced through the man’s chest, and he fell to the ground with a thud. The Wind-Breaking Blade flew back into the young woman’s hand.