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

The snow stopped.

The ominous blood lotus in the sky vanished without a trace, and the Chi Dragon Mansion fell into silence.

Xiao Yunluo stood by the window in the rear hall, looking into the distance. Seeing the scene outside, she finally let go of the tension in her heart and hurried back to Li Qianjin’s side, eagerly delivering the good news:

“Junior Sister Li! The snow has stopped!”

Sitting in the center of the restriction, hugging her knees with her face buried in her thighs, Li Qianjin heard this and lifted her head with a look of pleasant surprise. But soon, a trace of discomfort appeared on her face.

“Stopped?”

Seeing her expression, Xiao Yunluo realized what it meant and quickly suppressed her smile.

If the snow had stopped, it likely meant that Li Feng had already stepped into the other side.

On the other hand, Ling’er, the maid named, seemed quite happy. She said, “Miss, it seems that the Lord has resolved the matter. He should come back to find you soon.”

“Ah— Yeah.”

Li Qianjin nodded slightly, pursing her lips. She reached out and touched the edge of the restriction, feeling a bit relieved to find it still intact.

Puff puff—

The sound of extinguishing lamps echoed.

Xiao Yunluo turned to look at the candles in the center of the rear hall, which seemed to be some kind of magical tool. She felt that these candles were significant in some way, but after pondering for a while, she couldn’t figure it out and dared not touch them randomly.

Now, only one candle remained in the hall, and its flame flickered uncertainly, as if it would go out at any moment.

“Senior Sister Xiao, has the candle gone out again? How many are left?”

“Only one left,” Xiao Yunluo replied truthfully. “And it looks like it’s about to go out. I have a lighting device with me. When it goes out, I’ll light another lantern.”

Li Qianjin smiled wryly and said, “I can’t see the light either… Haha…”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just a careless remark.”

At that moment, a series of faint footsteps sounded.

Tap—tap tap—

The footsteps seemed somewhat heavy and dragging.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunluo immediately perked up her ears, stood up, and tightly gripped the spiritual sword in her right hand.

“Miss Ling’er, stay by Junior Sister Li’s side. Leave it to me.”

“Ah— Thank you, Young Mistress Xiaoyun.”

“Mm.”

Although the rear hall was not covered by the red snow, while waiting here with Li Qianjin earlier, there were some blood spirits tainted by the red snow roaming around.

Xiao Yunluo suspected that more blood spirits might have arrived and leaned against the door of the rear hall, listening intently.

As the footsteps approached the door of the hall, she didn’t hesitate to swing open the door and thrust her sword outward.

Swish—

Ye Anping watched as the spiritual sword attacked, and for a moment, he gasped in cold air.

With one hand holding Feng Yudie and the other holding Pei Lengxue, both of his arms were preoccupied.

In this situation, he had no way to dodge.

He had thought that Xiao Yunluo would be cautious, but he had underestimated her level of vigilance.

He was just about to knock on the door and call out, but before he could say anything, Xiao Yunluo swung open the door and thrust her sword out.

Ye Anping quickly thought of a solution and gave Feng Yudie a look: Bite down!

Feng Yudie looked confused, “Huh?”

Before Feng Yudie could react, he gently turned his left hand, bringing Feng Yudie in front of himself to shield himself from Xiao Yunluo’s sword.

Feng Yudie’s eyes widened, and her mouth covered by bandages opened wide.

Ding—

A crisp sound rang out.

Xiao Yunluo’s sword pierced through the bandage covering Feng Yudie’s face, entering her mouth, and was firmly clamped between her teeth.

“What?!”

At the same time, Ye Anping quickly spoke up, “It’s us!!”

“Huh?” Xiao Yunluo was stunned. “Ye— Ye Anping?!”

Ye Anping breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Yeah, come help me support my junior sister and this girl and help them inside to sit down.”

“Ah— Oh! What happened to them?”

“They got hurt, don’t worry, it’s not a serious injury, just that their meridians are completely sealed, so they can’t move.”

Xiao Yunluo nodded in a daze and quickly released the hilt of her spiritual sword. Then, she hugged Pei Lengxue and Feng Yudie from Ye Anping’s arms and supported them into the rear hall to lie down.

Ye Anping followed closely behind, supporting himself on the pillar of the rear hall, squatting down and asking, “Big Brother Zhuang, how are you feeling?”

Zhuang Hu glanced at him blankly. You’re supposed to be an expert about the human body right?  Why are you asking me? Can’t you see it’s difficult for me to even speak now?

“I’m alive.”

“How long can you live?”

“… …”

This time, Zhuang Hu really couldn’t help but want to curse.

But the next moment, with a “click,” Zhuang Hu’s right hand suddenly trembled, and he saw that his dislocated right hand was reconnected by Ye Anping.

“Alright, Big Brother Zhuang, don’t use your spiritual energy to heal your injuries. Do you have any healing pills in your storage bag?”

Zhuang Hu felt somewhat helpless. He had never expected his sixth brother to be so gentle, even diverting his attention to avoid feeling pain.

Was he the kind of person who would cry from just having a bone set?

Humph!

Zhuang Hu glared at him and said, “There are several high-grade Returning Origin Pills. Help me get them.”

“Got it!”

Ye Anping blinked and reached into his storage bag, using his divine sense to search for the pills inside.

However, when he saw what was inside, he couldn’t help but look surprised.

In addition to the golden stone bowl that Zhuang Hu had just used, there were at least four rare and unfamiliar artifacts, and there were at least fifty or sixty types of pills, as well as many martial arts scriptures and precious materials.

Seeing Ye Anping searching for so long, Zhuang Hu narrowed his eyes slightly, “Are you trying to steal my stuff? Why did it take you so long?”

“No, I just didn’t expect Big Brother Zhuang to have so many strange things in your bag.”

Ye Anping took out the Returning Origin Pills, fed them to Zhuang Hu, and then stood up to check on the condition of his junior sister and Feng Yudie.

Xiao Yunluo had already taken some recovery pills for them, so he didn’t pay much attention, just letting them rest.

Just as he was about to go to Li Qianjin and inform him of his father’s situation, Xiao Yunluo suddenly stepped forward.

“Ye Anping!!”

Ye Anping paused his steps and turned around to look.

Xiao Yunluo played with her fingers, avoiding his gaze, and walked up to him.

“Yunluo, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just— that thing.” Xiao Yunluo took a deep breath and said with a smile, “Ye Anping, good job! I knew you could do it!”

“Hm? Thank you.”

Ye Anping blinked blankly, then turned his head and continued walking towards Li Qianjin.

Originally, Xiao Yunluo had hoped that Ye Anping would be feeling happier after hearing her praise, and perhaps even pat her head or even hug her.

However, seeing Ye Anping’s indifferent response, her cheeks instantly flushed red.

Xiao Yunluo clenched her fists, curled her toes, suddenly feeling embarrassed by her previous words. After pursing her lips, she turned back and walked back to Pei Lengxue.

And at this moment.

Puff—

The last long-lasting candle in the rear hall turned into smoke and dissipated.

Ye Anping glanced at it, noticing that Li Feng has crossed to the other side, then walked to Li Qianjin’s side, took out a jade token from his storage bag, and squatted down to hand it back to her:

“Young Mistress Li, I borrowed this. Here it is.”