I am the Senior Sister (1)
The Lord of the Demon Realm’s arrival sent a wave of chilling demonic energy through the air, instantly tightening the nerves of the three present. The two Penglai Immortal Sect disciples, in particular, were overwhelmed by the demonic pressure, their feet rooted to the ground as if weighed down by lead. After a moment, they finally regained their composure.
Xiao Lanle drew her natal magic sword, the Plain Inquiry Sword, from her dantian, her beautiful face etched with vigilance.
Liang Jingxuan unfolded the miniature Purple Heavenly Sword in his palm. The Barbie-pink scabbard of the Purple Heavenly Sword was a jarring sight, its wings fluttering, adorned with a Peppa Pig design, and a six-pointed star rotating in the center – a childish, almost comical design.
In the cultivation world, such a vibrant pink magic weapon was unheard of. Pink was typically favored by women, and Liang Jingxuan, wielding this sword, seemed like a man with feminine tendencies, making his choice of pink for his natal sword’s scabbard appear almost psychotic.
Liang Jingxuan cursed inwardly at the ancient divine sword’s bizarre appearance. The sword, weighing approximately thirty-two pounds, pressed heavily on his wrist, forcing him to bend over, his hands gripping the hilt as the sword stood upright on the ground. To maintain its balance, his feet were splayed outwards at an awkward angle, making his posture both comical and pathetic.
Lin Qianshuang watched Liang Jingxuan struggle, a mischievous smile threatening to break out on her face as she took in the sight of the sword scabbard, her own design, the embodiment of a childhood dream for millions of girls.
Han Shengyao’s gaze, sharp and intense, was fixed on Lin Qianshuang, a palpable tension hanging in the air between them.
Lin Qianshuang met Han Shengyao’s gaze directly, a plan forming in her mind. It would be foolish to let this opportunity with the male protagonist slip away. After all, Liang Jingxuan was the protagonist of this world, and he couldn’t die.
Lin Qianshuang moved past Xiao Lanle and stood behind Liang Jingxuan, wrapping her arms around him.
Liang Jingxuan felt the soft touch of a woman against him, his heart skipping a beat. He turned his head, eyes sparkling, and smiled, “Senior Sister, did you remember something?”
To avoid being repulsed by Liang Jingxuan’s face during this act, she chose this ambiguous pose, one only a couple would use.
Lin Qianshuang blinked, forcing tears to well up in her eyes. As the tears fell, she loosened her embrace and said softly, “Junior Brother Liang, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll go and beg the Lord of the Demon Realm to let us go.”
Liang Jingxuan’s heart skipped a beat, like a shaken bottle of Sprite whose cap could no longer contain the bubbling frenzy within.
Senior Sister Lin had remembered—the Senior Sister Lin who was the best to him in the whole world had returned.
“Senior Sister Qianshuang,” Liang Jingxuan called out, his voice thick with emotion.
He grasped her hand, which rested on his waist, and felt the familiar warmth and tenderness he had once known. It was as if a part of him that had been missing had finally been found.
Xiao Lanle watched the scene unfold, her heart sinking as she witnessed the affection that flowed between Lin Qianshuang and Liang Jingxuan. It was as if they were the only two people in existence, oblivious to everyone else. She, Liang Jingxuan’s betrothed, was ignored, relegated to the sidelines, an outsider looking in.
“You’re an asshole, Liang Jingxuan,” she thought bitterly. “What’s so good about this seductive vixen?”
Xiao Lanle longed to tear Lin Qianshuang limb from limb, but reason prevailed. Forcing them apart now would only push Senior Brother Liang further away.
Despite her burning hatred for Lin Qianshuang, her eyes couldn’t help but linger on the back of her neck, drawn to the scent of fresh blood.
There was no trace of jealousy on her face, only a subtle hint of pleasure.
Unconscious of the change in her expression, Xiao Lanle seethed with hatred, her animosity stemming from the realization that this woman held a special place in Senior Brother Liang’s heart.
Sensing the opportunity, Lin Qianshuang took Liang Jingxuan’s hand and positioned herself protectively in front of him. Her tear-filled gaze met Han Shengyao’s, as if she had made a momentous decision, a choice between life and death. “Master,” she declared firmly, “don’t push me any further. I won’t go with you. My junior brother is here to take me, and I want to leave with him.”
Han Shengyao’s gaze fell upon the hand Lin Qianshuang held, her eyes sweeping over Liang Jingxuan with disdain. “You have repeatedly rejected me and desired to return to the Penglai Immortal Sect,” she said to Lin Qianshuang with a chilling indifference. “All for this seemingly useless man?”
Lin Qianshuang turned her head and met Liang Jingxuan’s gaze with tenderness. Then, she addressed Han Shengyao, “Master, let them go. I was willing to die for Jingxuan once, and I would gladly do it again!”
Liang Jingxuan watched as Lin Qianshuang raised her sword, ready to die alongside the red-clad female demon cultivator. His face contorted with despair and pain, the marks on her skin from her collarbone to her neck a stark reminder of what she had endured.
How could he call himself a man if he couldn’t protect the woman he loved?
Senior Sister had already sacrificed herself for him once. This time, he would never allow such a humiliating situation to repeat itself.
He was a time traveler, and this world was his to conquer.
“Senior Sister,” Liang Jingxuan said, pulling Lin Qianshuang, who was walking forward, into his arms. “I won’t let you risk your life again. You take Junior Sister Xiao and go first. I’ll subdue this arrogant female demon cultivator and come find you.”
“But Jingxuan, what if something happens to you…?”
Seeing Lin Qianshuang’s worried expression, Liang Jingxuan pretended to pose with his Purple Heavenly Sword. He even stumbled, but pretended to hold himself up, and said confidently, “Senior Sister, watch me make this restless female demon cultivator beg for mercy!”
Lin Qianshuang watched as Liang Jingxuan dragged his Jiuxiao Sword step by step towards Han Shengyao, a gleam of triumph in her eyes.
Liang Jingxuan’s “King’s Aura” wouldn’t work on Han Shengyao. She was already in love with Lin Qianshuang, so she wouldn’t be affected.
Lin Qianshuang wasn’t worried about the safety of the battle between Han Shengyao and Liang Jingxuan. She was the strongest cultivator in the demon world, capable of defeating a hundred Golden Core cultivators like Liang Jingxuan.
Even if Liang Jingxuan was the protagonist, the Favoured One in this world, he couldn’t defy fate against overwhelming strength. At best, he would cling to life.
Lin Qianshuang scoffed inwardly. After all, protagonists were just like cockroaches, with an incredible will to survive.
“She belongs to me. How dare you, a man with such sly eyes, touch my woman!”
Han Shengyao’s usually calm face contorted, her beauty now eerie and unsettling. Her eyes burned with hatred for Liang Jingxuan, and the bone flute in her hand shrieked as the red silk fluttered.
Liang Jingxuan was stunned when he recognized Han Shengyao. This beautiful woman in red was the same fairy he had met at Yixiang Tower, though he hadn’t learned her name before she left.
His eyes roamed over Han Shengyao, lustful and predatory. He thought to himself, he had to find a way to capture this beauty. With her power, conquering the Demon Realm would be much easier.
“System, what are my chances of defeating this beauty? Give me all the details and data on how to win her over.”
Liang Jingxuan’s eyes were glued to Han Shengyao, his gaze dripping with desire, as he spoke to the system.
[Target person: Han Shengyao. Identity: The Lord of the Demon Realm, her cultivation is in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, she is a typical water sign Scorpio woman, clear in love and hate, cruel and cold, jealous and possessive, with strong sexual desire. This target has been found to be interested in someone, and the host cannot attack and influence her. In addition, this target object holds a grudge, and the host seems to have a high hatred value in her heart.
[According to accurate data statistics, the host’s defeat rate is zero percent.]
Lord of the Demon Realm!
This beautiful woman who conquered the country turned out to be the master of the demonic cultivation world.
Liang Jingxuan gripped the heavy Purple Heavenly Sword, cold sweat beading on his forehead. The sight of the resplendent beauty in red, her aura chilling and powerful, sent a wave of fear through him.
He had stumbled into trouble with a demon of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. No matter how beautiful she was, no matter how much his lust stirred, he wouldn’t dare to covet such a powerful being.
Han Shengyao’s eyes, half-closed, observed the lust and fear flickering in Liang Jingxuan’s gaze.
“How could Shuang’er, my disciple, have died for this wretched, stinking man?” she thought, disgust twisting her features. This man, who had dared to leer at her with such repugnant eyes, was now shamelessly entangled with another woman from the Penglai Immortal Sect. He was the same man who had driven her disciple to her death.
Her lips curled into a cold sneer as demonic energy surged from her hand, transforming into a barrage of sword lights aimed at Liang Jingxuan. “You arrogant fool,” she spat, “how dare you look at me with such vile eyes? You owe my disciple a life, and I will claim it back today! You will suffer a fate where you beg for death, but find no escape from agony!”
Paralyzed with fear, Liang Jingxuan raised his Purple Heavenly Sword. Just as panic threatened to consume him, the sword flew from his grasp, instinctively deflecting the incoming sword lights. A fleeting sense of relief washed over him before a powerful palm slammed into his chest, sending him crashing into the cave wall. His ribs shattered, and he coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground.
“Your sword is a masterpiece, a peerless weapon,” Han Shengyao said, her foot pressing down on his chest, her strength crushing his internal organs, “but you, its master, are unworthy of its grace.” She toyed with the Purple Heavenly Sword, her gaze seemingly lingering on his crotch.
Liang Jingxuan, understanding the implication, frantically begged for mercy. “Great Master, I was blind and ignorant. Please spare my life!”
Han Shengyao sneered, “You’re nothing but a pathetic fool.”
Her gaze turned cold as she saw the fear in his eyes. With a swift movement, she plunged the Purple Heavenly Sword towards Liang Jingxuan’s groin, causing blood to spray everywhere.
Liang Jingxuan screamed in agony, his handsome face contorted in pain. “It’s broken, it’s all broken! Damn it, I’m going to be a eunuch!”
He was in excruciating pain, nearly collapsing from the shock. His first thought was to check on Lin Qianshuang and Xiao Lanle. Seeing they were gone, he assumed they had returned to the human cultivation realm. At least no one had witnessed his humiliation.
[Host, please rest assured. You are the Son of Destiny. Even the most severe injuries will heal within three years.]
Three years—it would take three years for his injury to heal, and he would live as a eunuch for another three years. This devastating news finally caused Liang Jingxuan to faint.
Han Shengyao, seeing Liang Jingxuan unconscious beneath her, kicked his body aside. She took the towel from Su Qing, who had just arrived, and wiped her hands.
Su Qing looked at Liang Jingxuan, lying in a pool of blood, his form barely recognizable after being kicked, and asked Han Shengyao, “Domain Lord, what should we do with this cultivator?”
“Throw him into the woods outside the Demon Realm and let the wild beasts of the mortal world devour him. I don’t want to keep this filthy thing in the Demon Realm.”
Han Shengyao tossed the towel into Su Qing’s arms.
Su Qing caught it and bowed his head respectfully, saying yes. He suddenly thought of the Demon Empress Lin Qianshuang and said, “Domain Lord, should we capture those two who escaped?”
Han Shengyao’s eyes darkened, and she turned around with a cold expression, saying, “My Empress wants to go back to her sect’s family to see them. I can’t be so unreasonable. Since she misses them, I will let her stay in the human cultivation world for a while. The Penglai Immortal Sect is the number one cultivation sect in the human world. As the Lord of the Demon Realm, it would be inappropriate for me to interfere and arrest people at will.”
Su Qing looked at Han Shengyao with surprise, then ordered the demon guards to drag Liang Jingxuan away and leave the cave.
An incense stick ago, in the Demon Palace.
Du Shuang bid farewell to Han Shengyao. She would be staying in Tianshu City for a long time, and she feared she would never have the chance to return to the Demon Realm.
Before leaving, Du Shuang conveyed Lin Qianshuang’s message to Han Shengyao, but she had subtly altered some of it, hoping to prevent the two women from reconciling.
“Your disciple, before she left, asked me to tell you that she was once a human cultivator and there are parts of her past that she has not yet let go of.”
Du Shuang patted Han Shengyao’s shoulder and said with a smile, “You know, we cultivators need to settle our past grievances and worldly affairs before we can ascend. So, if you want to become a couple with her, you can’t help but think about this.”
“When your little disciple cuts off all ties to the human world, she will return to your side. Don’t worry.”
Han Shengyao looked at the thick barrier of the human cultivation world, covered with countless golden talismans. She felt that the distance between her and her disciple was like a vast ocean separated by layers of mountain barriers, unaware of the movements of the deep valleys within.
Penglai Immortal Sect is the foremost cultivation sect in the human realm. As the new Lord of the Demon Realm, entering a human sect would be highly problematic. Disguising herself was an option, but the Demon Realm, newly under her rule, was unstable and needed several years to solidify its foundation.
Han Shengyao recalled her disciple’s unhappy expression whenever they were intimate, and how she always seemed to subtly reject her affections. Something must be wrong. Perhaps she should consult others or observe loving couples…
Taking advantage of the heated confrontation between Han Shengyao and Liang Jingxuan, Lin Qianshuang knocked Xiao Lanle unconscious. Using her demonic energy, she sliced through the barrier and flew directly towards Penglai Immortal Sect.
Outside the sect gates, Fairy Jinghua and Master Tianshu stood on the steps, seemingly anticipating their disciples’ arrival.
Master Tianshu took his beloved disciple Xiao Lanle away, as the heavy clouds of tribulation had already begun to gather. In just a few minutes, Xiao Lanle’s tribulation would arrive.
Lin Qianshuang, worried about Xiao Lanle, was forbidden by Fairy Jinghua from witnessing the ascension. Forty-nine barriers had been erected on Tianshu Peak, making it impossible to force entry.
Fairy Jinghua questioned her extensively about her time in the Demon Realm, including Liang Jingxuan’s whereabouts.
After listening to Lin Qianshuang’s responses, Fairy Jinghua escorted her to a small bamboo grove dwelling, instructing her to rest.
[Host, would you like to watch the plot replay? It seems very interesting! This is a little Easter egg for you after completing Han Shengyao’s target mission~]
“Okay.”
Lin Qianshuang yawned, a little bored, and said.
The system beeped a few times.
Lin Qianshuang stood in the darkness for a moment, until an image appeared before her eyes, showing the scene of Han Shengyao brutally beating Liang Jingxuan.
Next to the scene was an excerpt from the original text:
“Master, you can’t defeat me. This disciple knows that you have to keep your innocence, so as long as I kiss you and touch you, it’s not out of line.”
Liang Jingxuan watched Han Shengyao’s alluring face flush and become seductive under his wandering, kneading touch. Boldly, he stripped off her clothes and pressed himself against her.
Disgust welled up, the sight of his face made one want to vomit.
Han Shengyao’s purple eyes, as deep and cold as a swamp, fixed on him with an emotionless gaze. “Get out,” she said, her voice flat. “Get off me.”
“I won’t,” Liang Jingxuan replied. “You smell just like Senior Sister Lin. She has beautiful eyes like you.”
A low, mocking laugh escaped Han Shengyao’s lips. “Liang Jingxuan, don’t regret what you’ve done to me. Sooner or later, I’ll make you taste the pain of having no children, and force you to kneel at my feet in humiliation, begging for mercy.”
“Baby, don’t let me down now,” Liang Jingxuan taunted, his voice laced with chilling amusement. “I’m waiting for that day.” - Chapter 30 of “Conquest of the Four Realms”, Original Text
The system displayed the plot replay and original text excerpts on the favorability interface for Lin Qianshuang, congratulating her: “Host, the target character has completely altered the original text’s fate trajectory. Collecting all four Easter eggs belonging to the target characters will unlock your character background Easter eggs.”
[Host, keep striving for excellence!]