"What is that on your back? Take it down and let your Senior Sister see it, okay?"
On the roof ridge, moonlight shone like a beacon.
At some unknown point, a stunning woman had appeared, standing atop it, a sword of congealed ice in her hand, held against her back.
Yun Ming's limbs gradually grew stiff and cold, but a raging inferno of anger flared in his heart. Which traitor had delivered the news to Senior Sister, causing her to lie in wait in Guan Yun Courtyard?
He had originally obtained his Master's signed note to deal with Ye Qingxuan, but now it was highly probable that he couldn't fool her.
He sighed softly, looking up at his Senior Sister. Her Daoist robe tightly covered her delicate figure, but beneath it, it was open.
Fortunately, it was winter, and Ye Qingxuan was still wearing pants.
However, this perspective always gave him an indescribable sense of guilt. I see Senior Sister as an ant sees the sky, big, so big!
"Standing so high, you'll be exposed…"
Yun Ming mumbled, lowering his head and walking towards the room with a resigned air. Senior Sister was truly annoying, always meddling in everything he did.
She herself used to be a problem child.
But he had warmed her ancient, unyielding, icy heart; was this how she repaid her Junior Brother?
"What are you mumbling about?"
Ye Qingxuan leaped from the rooftop, twirling twice to dissipate the force, her robes fluttering.
As a cultivator at the peak of the first realm, Yunxi, she could naturally hear him from that distance, but she could only pretend not to.
With a huff, she flicked her Junior Brother's forehead hard, then reached out to grab the long sword wrapped in cloth. If she wasn't mistaken, it was undoubtedly the Qing Ming Sword.
Although her movements were swift, Yun Ming was, after all, a second-realm cultivator. He sensed her action as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
With a swift shift of his feet, he dodged into the room, tightly clutching his sword as if it were his wife.
He was extremely wronged and stated directly,
"Senior Sister, are you trying to snatch my things?"
"Yun'er, don't play dumb with your Senior Sister. You specifically got Master drunk and brought a sword back. Are you really trying to rebel?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled kindly. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to follow him into the living room, her gaze instinctively sweeping towards the bedroom.
She was a little afraid of seeing something she shouldn't again.
But a screen blocked the view, and only countless scrolls were piled in a corner, making her sigh in relief.
"Ahem, Senior Sister, it's wrong to pry into other people's privacy."
Yun Ming felt a bit awkward, naturally knowing what his Senior Sister's gaze was searching for, but he wasn't a fool; anything not meant to be seen had long since been put away.
"Hmph—"
Ye Qingxuan snorted irritably, rolled her eyes at her Junior Brother, then steadily advanced, pinning the young man in a corner.
"The sword."
"Senior Sister, you can't. Your Junior Brother is still young."
"…"
The air was silent for two seconds. Ye Qingxuan's fists clenched. She knew she shouldn't have let Yun'er hang out with Senior Brother back then.
Their Yun'er wasn't like this originally!
Xu Zhimo: Is there a possibility that he was always like this? Junior Brother Yun's abstractness, I can't even compare a fraction.
The beautiful woman's brows furrowed, and she brought out her usual Senior Sister's authority, her gaze gradually turning dangerous.
Since Yun Ming was going to steal the Qing Ming Sword, there was a ninety percent chance that whatever he was going to do was dangerous. Of course, she couldn't let her Junior Brother get away with it as she usually did.
"Junior Brother… don't make me say it a second time."
"Senior Sister, are you really going to snatch it? I'm going to scream for help!"
Yun Ming hugged the sword tightly, directly becoming a shrinking turtle. He had to make one last attempt, right?
Actually, it was fine to go down the mountain without the sword.
It wasn't like he was going to fight TOPS, but having this sword was in itself a nuclear deterrent, not to mention he stole the sword and didn't intend to return it.
Xuan Mingzi was about to die if he kept using the Qing Ming Sword.
By stealing the sword, he would naturally become the strongest person in Yun Kui Mountain, top to bottom. If he didn't return the sword, what could anyone do to him?
Nearby, upon hearing her Junior Brother's outrageous statement, Ye Qingxuan was amused despite herself, always resorting to sly tricks.
But she wasn't falling for it anymore.
Junior Brother, since you're so disobedient, don't blame your Senior Sister for being impolite.
She thought this in her heart and said it aloud.
"Then Yun'er, go ahead and shout. See if anyone comes to help you if you scream your throat raw…"
"Senior Sister is so perverted…"
"What are you muttering about now!?"
Ye Qingxuan's face also suddenly flushed, and she decided not to give her Junior Brother another chance to argue.
The two of them wrestled playfully for a long time. Eventually, Yun Ming lay panting on Ye Qingxuan's lap, the rest of his body dangling on the bed.
The sword had already been taken.
He scolded her, his face flushed.
"Senior Sister, you have no martial ethics."
"It's just that Yun'er, your cultivation isn't up to par yet."
A wave of frustration was lodged in Yun Ming's heart; he dared to be angry but not to speak.
Fighting was fighting, and playing was playing, but he couldn't just assault her chest, could he? Senior Sister, however, knew he wouldn't dare and constantly used her authority to suppress him.
Utterly infuriating!
"You're not taking the sword. Otherwise, Senior Sister, you won't leave this door tonight, unless you want to send Master away sooner."
"…"
"Is it already that serious?"
"I wouldn't joke with Senior Sister about something like this. Now that I'm in the second realm, the cost of using the Qing Ming Sword is much less for me than for others."
"Master, he can now enjoy his golden years."
Ye Qingxuan didn't reply, her eyes lowered, her bangs once again obscuring them. But Yun Ming could clearly see the unspoken sadness hidden on her slightly pale face.
Ye Qingxuan had also been picked up by Master when she was six years old.
It had been eleven years since then.
"You must be well. Promise me you won't act recklessly."
This was the conclusion she had reached after much internal struggle. Generations of Yun Kui Mountain sect leaders had been devoured by the Qing Ming Sword, losing their five senses, memories, and finally their lives, without exception.
She didn't want Master to follow the old path, nor did she want her Junior Brother to become the sect leader, but she herself couldn't inherit the Qing Ming Sword.
Some people don't even have the right to fight for their lives.
Just like back then, she watched her family being slaughtered, yet could only hide in the shadows, not even daring to cry, biting her teeth tightly.
There was a touch of sorrow in the silent room; perhaps it was the slightly chilly snow night, or perhaps her Senior Sister's hands were also cold.
Those hands trembled slightly, as if conveying the complexity of their owner's emotions, but after resting on Yun Ming's face, she felt much more at ease.
Yun Ming scratched his head. Even though he knew his Senior Sister was feeling a bit down and sad, he wasn't very good at comforting girls.
Was it perhaps inappropriate to still be lying on Senior Sister's lap?
Perhaps she needed a hug.
Look at this silly Senior Sister; she's just taking a sword, and he's the one taking over Master's burden, so why did she suddenly become so melancholic?
He didn't understand… "Senior Sister…" Yun Ming sat up, cupped her cold and expressionless face, and gently pressed his own against it.
"Don't worry, I am a once-in-a-million-years genius. The Qing Ming Sword is nothing; even without it, I can break through the Void."
His words were firm and powerful, brimming with confidence.
Their two faces pressed together, as if even the distance between their hearts had closed, rubbing against each other, touching their souls.
The light was soft, and their moods also calmed.
"You stinker~"
Ye Qingxuan chided him affectionately, stroking Yun'er's head and holding him a little tighter.