Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World

Yun Jiujiu eloping with someone she hadn’t known for long?

Yun Yiyi felt like something was off about that.

She hadn’t really spoken much with Feng Yu before, except for briefly meeting him while investigating a case at the Wutian Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion.

A scholar dressed in white, with sword-like eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips.

Though not as handsome as her own Ye Anping, he still looked decent at first glance. His silver hair and golden eyes gave him a hint of soft femininity.

However, judging by his behavior during the investigation, he didn’t seem to be lacking in intelligence.

In other words, he might just be pretending to be simple.

“Second sister, I advise you not to be so impulsive. Spend more time with him and get to know him better before making any decisions. You don’t even know what kind of person he is yet, and you want to run away with him? With how naive you are, he could sell you off, and instead of fighting back, you’d probably help him count the spirit stones.”

Hearing Yun Yiyi speak badly about Feng Yu, Yun Jiujiu immediately pouted in displeasure and retorted, “What’s wrong? Are you jealous? My dear Yu is great—he’s pure-hearted and skilled.”

“You’ve known him for less than a month, right? Do you really know whether he’s good or bad at heart?”

“Of course, I know!” Yun Jiujiu raised her head proudly. “I’m sticking with him no matter what. When we get out of here, I’m going to write him a love letter.”

“With your chicken-scratch handwriting? A love letter?”

“Do you even know what sincerity is?” Yun Jiujiu smirked. “So what if my handwriting’s ugly? I’m pretty, aren’t I? Brother Yu even said I was good-looking, hmph.”

“…”

Yun Yiyi finally understood—her second sister was completely under some kind of spell.

She wasn’t the brightest to begin with, and now, with a love spell over her, her brain seemed even less functional.

But, Yun Yiyi could somewhat understand.

It was as if fate had played a trick on them—just as Yun Jiujiu met Feng Yu, she had met Ye Anping.

Unfortunately…

“Sigh…”

Yun Yiyi let out a long sigh, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

She made up her mind that, once she got out, she’d write Ye Anping a love letter, then bury him on the highest and best peak of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect, where she would play music for him every month.

She felt like she would never meet another person like Ye Anping for the rest of her life.

“Second sister, when we get out, I’ll help you test Feng Yu’s true nature.”

“Huh? Test what? Why would you test him?”

“I’m worried he might trick you. Honestly, anyone could probably sell you off if it weren’t for the few people on Jiuquan Peak looking out for you…”

“Get out of here—what could he even trick me out of?”

“Trick you…”

Yun Yiyi sized up Yun Jiujiu.

She was about to say “your body,” but with Jiujiu’s thirteen- or fourteen-year-old frame, her flat chest like a board, and her short legs, there really wasn’t much of a body to trick…

Yun Jiujiu noticed Yun Yiyi’s gaze on her chest, and after a moment of realization, she furrowed her brow and cursed, “Screw you!!”

Yun Yiyi withdrew her gaze, pursing her lips. “Maybe he’s after your spirit stones or some valuable cultivation treasures. Has he ever asked you for anything?”

Yun Jiujiu thought for a moment and replied, “Roast chicken, two a day. If I don’t give him roast chicken, he won’t drink with me.”

“Doesn’t he get tired of it?”

“Brother Yu really likes roast chicken.”

“Do you think you’re like roast chicken? That he’ll like you as much as he likes roast chicken?”

?

Yun Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, then furrowed her brows and snapped, “I think you’re the one who looks like roast chicken.”

“No… what I mean is…” Yun Yiyi hesitated for a moment, then sighed, “Forget it, I won’t argue with you about this.”

However, seeing Yun Yiyi’s expression, Yun Jiujiu paused and then, with a threatening tone, said, “Yun Yiyi, don’t even think about trying to seduce my dear Yu! If you dare, I’ll break your legs.”

“Who’d even want your Yu?”

“You just lost your partner, didn’t you? Who knows what you’ll do…”

“Can you even speak properly?!”

“I’m just—”

Knock, knock—

Before Yun Jiujiu could finish, two knocks came from outside the iron door of the stone room, silencing both of them. They turned to look at the entrance.

The iron hinges seemed rusted, creaking as the door slowly opened, sending a chill down Yun Jiujiu’s spine.

A figure stepped over the threshold, and as Yun Yiyi saw the long white beard, her brow furrowed tightly.

—Zhuang Yan.

With his hands behind his back, Zhuang Yan walked in, glancing at the two sisters huddled together. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“It seems like the second and eldest Young Mistress are getting along quite well?”

“Elder Zhuang…” Yun Yiyi squinted, murmuring his name.

Yun Jiujiu, however, perked up upon seeing him and said excitedly, “See? I told you, our third sister and Brother Yu would figure it out and send help right away.”

Yun Yiyi gave her a look like she was an idiot, at a loss for words. Even Zhuang Yan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Ahaha—second Young Mistress is just as… as always…” Zhuang Yan paused mid-sentence, his expression quickly turning cold and stern. “Stupid.”

“Huh?” Yun Jiujiu’s eyes widened, and she furrowed her brows, shouting, “Old man Zhuang, who are you calling stupid?!”

“You.”

“…”

Zhuang Yan shook his head and sighed.

“Sigh—how the world has declined. The descendants of the Yun family can’t even shoulder a proper burden anymore. The Shadowmoon Sword Sect was personally founded by the great Immortal Yun Jian. In his time, the sect was as renowned as the Profound Star Sect and Overclear Sect. But since the immortal fell to demonic cultivators, and the position of sect master passed to his son, Yun Tianchong, the sect has been on a downward spiral. Now, it’s on the verge of becoming a second-rate sect.”

“Elder Zhuang, what are you trying to say?” Yun Yiyi squinted as she questioned him.

“I think you already understand, eldest Young Mistress. Yun Tianchong is your father—you should know better than I do. Indulgent in lust and chaos, his Dao heart is in disarray, yet he still dreams of breaking through to immortality? Do you really think he’ll come out of his next seclusion?”

Yun Tianchong, after emerging from seclusion in March, would soon enter it again in an attempt to break through to the Void Return stage, which was essential to achieving virtual immortality.

Yun Yiyi didn’t know much about the process of becoming an immortal, but she had heard that breaking through was thousands of times harder than forming a core or a Nascent Soul. It tested one’s Dao heart and fortune to the point of despair, and failure meant the destruction of both body and soul.

Given her father’s character, Yun Yiyi had always thought he had little chance of success. Others in the sect thought the same, but he stubbornly persisted. Who could stop him?

In other words, after her father’s next seclusion, Shadowmoon Sword Sect would lose its last Nascent Soul cultivator.

At that point, the highest-level cultivators in the sect would only be at the late Core Formation stage, and no one would be left to carry the sect’s banner.

Seeing Yun Yiyi fall silent, Zhuang Yan shook his head and said, “You’re clever, but your talent is too low. The second Young Mistress has decent talent, but her mind is as dense as a wooden fish. The third Young Mistress has both talent and brains, but her luck is too poor. No matter which of you ends up leading Shadowmoon Sword Sect, it will be a disaster.”

Yun Yiyi met his gaze without fear and asked, “Then what great insight does Elder Zhuang have? We three are the only descendants of the Yun family left. There are no other outstanding disciples in the sect…”

“Heh, who said you’re the only ones?”

“Who?”

“Your eldest brother, Yun Kunwu.”

Zhuang Yan smiled and stroked his beard. “He’s also my personal disciple. He has a heavenly spiritual root and a sword-heart physique. Kunwu reached the Foundation Establishment stage at fourteen, formed a core at nineteen, and became a Nascent Soul cultivator by thirty. Compared to him, what do you two late-Foundation-stage cultivators, who’ve trained for sixty or seventy years, amount to?”

“I’ve heard of him, but he perished centuries ago.”

“Heh, rumors aren’t always true.”

Zhuang Yan stepped forward, grabbing Yun Yiyi by the collar and lifting her off the ground.

“Yun Tianchong destroyed his body and imprisoned his soul in the forbidden grounds of the sect. My poor disciple has guarded the Thousand Sword Pool for a hundred years without seeing sunlight, while you three played house outside. Fighting over the position of sect master? Ridiculous!!”

Looking into Zhuang Yan’s burning eyes, Yun Yiyi swallowed nervously.

She could see that Zhuang Yan had gone mad. No matter what she said now, it likely wouldn’t calm him. She could only keep her mouth shut, but she didn’t avoid his gaze.

Because of this man, Ye Anping had died. She vowed to make him pay a thousandfold for that, but for now… she had to endure.

Seeing Yun Yiyi unflinching, Zhuang Yan hesitated for a moment, then set her down.

“You have guts, eldest Young Mistress, but let’s see if you’ll still have them in a little while.”

“…”

“Take them up.”

Zhuang Yan walked out, giving an order to someone outside.

Two disciples, both at the early Core Formation stage, entered the stone room and dragged Yun Yiyi and Yun Jiujiu up, leading them out of the cell in chains.