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

Bang—

Crack, crack—

The sounds of breaking air and shattering rocks continued incessantly.

In the martial arena northwest of the Chi Dragon Mansion, a white-haired old man with tattooed face was sitting cross-legged, gnashing his teeth as he watched a graceful figure in a bamboo hat fifty feet away.

“Why?!!”

Wu Chengzhou’s voice carried three parts of bewilderment, three parts of anger, and four parts of disbelief.

The man in the bamboo hat took two steps to his right, and in the next moment, countless blood-red spikes suddenly emerged from the ground where he had just stood.

“Why can’t I hit you!!!”

After Wu Chengzhou’s questioning, the man in the bamboo hat gestured with his hand, manipulating spiritual energy.

Boom—

In an instant, a lightning bolt descended, crashing directly into the protective barrier surrounding Wu Chengzhou.

Although this lightning spell seemed overwhelmingly powerful, it only left a crack about the size of a palm on the protective barrier.

Wu Chengzhou immediately replenished the barrier with spiritual energy, then glared angrily and waved his hand.

“Die for me!!”

However, the moment he raised his hand, the man in the bamboo hat swiftly darted forward ten feet.

Boom—

Suddenly, numerous illusory black voids appeared in the sky, and blood-red chains shot out from them, smashing the ground where he had just stepped into a three-foot deep pit.

In the next moment, the man in the bamboo hat once again used spiritual energy to summon a lightning spell, which struck Wu Chengzhou’s protective barrier before being restored by Wu Chengzhou’s infusion of spiritual energy.

Zhuang Hu had lived for so many years and had killed countless formidable cultivators, but this was the first time he felt at a loss fighting against a demonic cultivator.

There were no tricks, no grand collisions of spiritual energy; just a back-and-forth exchange as if playing a game of chess.

The only difference from chess was that the rules of this game were not quite fair.

Wu Chengzhou could make countless mistakes, but Zhuang Hu only needed to make one mistake to lose his life.

However, Zhuang Hu didn’t think he would make a mistake. When he used to undertake assassination missions for the Seven Killers Sect, he could hold his breath underwater for seven days and nights without coming up for air, maintaining a highly focused consciousness to find the right moment.

Avoiding Wu Chengzhou’s attacks now was as easy as child’s play for him.

He even muttered to himself as he dodged, “This Ye Anping is like a demon.”

The array he had set up in the courtyard of the Jiang Mansion was identical to the techniques Wu Chengzhou had displayed in the past two minutes.

If someone told him now that Ye Anping was the holder of the Heavenly Dao Scripture, he would believe it without hesitation.

Swish—

Zhuang Hu dodged to the side, tilting his head, and two blood-red threads grazed his body before he leaped into the air, performing a split to avoid the countless blood spikes shooting up from below. Finally, he condensed spiritual energy into a palm-sized spirit shield to block a blood blade flying towards him.

“Tsk—”

Zhuang Hu glanced at Wu Chengzhou, feeling a bit annoyed.

Although cultivators primarily focused on array formations were not particularly strong in direct combat, and this person was only one minor realm higher than him, he now sensed that this demonic cultivator had an extremely abundant spiritual sea.

If they continued like this, they might not see the end in two hours.

Should he take the risk to get closer and try to end this quickly?

Zhuang Hu hesitated for a moment, but then realized he didn’t need to risk his life for Ye Anping and gave up on the idea.

“Forget it, I’ll just stall until Sixth Brother comes over and deals with him himself.”

He finished speaking and then used a small spell to strike Wu Chengzhou’s protective barrier.

Boom—

…

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a three-story building about eight hundred feet away, three hooded cultivators watched Zhuang Hu dancing in the martial arena with expressions of disbelief.

Feng Yudie, stared blankly at the scene for a moment, then glanced at Ye Anping beside her and asked:

“Young Master Ye… what is he doing?”

“He’s fighting.”

“…”

Ye Anping felt a bit speechless. When he brought his junior sister and Feng Yudie over, he was quite worried.

After all, even though he had practiced with Zhuang Hu all afternoon and Zhuang Hu learned quickly, in reality, “Wu Chengzhou could make countless mistakes, but Zhuang Hu only needed to make one mistake to lose his life.”

So, if Zhuang Hu made one mistake, he would likely be seriously injured.

But now, Zhuang Hu hadn’t even sustained a scratch on his clothes or his hat.

Undoubtedly, Zhuang Hu was just fooling around.

He had been dancing fifty feet away from Wu Chengzhou the whole time, never stepping within fifty feet of Wu Chengzhou.

Wu Chengzhou had set up a total of twelve killing arrays around him, each covering a different range, but once someone entered within fifty feet of him, the ranges of the arrays would overlap.

The closer to Wu Chengzhou, the faster the arrays would attack, and the more difficult it would be to dodge.

In the game, this boss was a timed boss. As long as players held on until Wu Chengzhou’s spiritual energy was depleted, they would win. The closer players got to him, the faster Wu Chengzhou’s spiritual energy would be consumed. However, if the time limit was reached, Wu Chengzhou would “not want to waste time” and self-destruct, wiping out the players.

However, in the game, after Wu Chengzhou self-destructed, players needed to fight him again. But this was the real world. If he self-destructed here, at most, Zhuang Hu would die.

“Young Master Ye, should we go help?”

Ye Anping glanced at Feng Yudie and said, “Do you want to go in and dance?”

“No…” Feng Yudie shrunk her head. “Then what should we do?”

“Wait, Wu Chengzhou is about to lose it.”

…

“Why can you always dodge every time? Why, why, why, why…”

Wu Chengzhou’s murmurs, like broken records, further irritated Zhuang Hu, who was already annoyed.

“Shut up, you old fart.”

“Why, why, why…”

Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Wu Chengzhou, Zhuang Hu suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart. He immediately looked for an opportunity to retreat while dodging the incoming blood blades.

And just as he pushed back about five steps, suddenly…

Boom—

A burst of red light soared into the sky.

In an instant, the pockmarked ground of the martial arts arena seemed to come alive like a tsunami, undulating.

Countless tentacles, resembling octopus arms, surged from the ground, rushing towards Zhuang Hu.

The smell of blood instantly filled the entire arena.

Zhuang Hu widened his eyes, showing a look of horror.

“What?”

Ye Anping never mentioned this move to him.

This didn’t seem like something he could just dodge with a twist.

However, he quickly regained his composure. He immediately took out a stone bowl from his storage bag, threw it into the sky, and formed a hand seal with both hands.

Dong dong—

The sound of bells echoed through the surroundings. The stone bowl thrown by Zhuang Hu instantly enlarged a hundredfold, emitting a dazzling golden light as it descended, trapping Zhuang Hu inside.

The next moment, those octopus-like tentacles collided with the bowl, but couldn’t shake it at all.

“Why!!! You bastard!!! Ahh—!”

Wu Chengzhou, sitting in the center of the martial arts arena, crushed the few remaining teeth in his mouth, then was entangled and tightened by countless tentacles around him.

The next moment, a gaping mouth emerged from the ground, swallowing Wu Chengzhou and everything within a hundred feet of him, then sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

After the mouth disappeared, the martial arts arena was left with only scattered yellow soil and a golden stone bowl.