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

Dong, dong—

The morning bell rang, breaking the dawn. A sliver of white light spread from behind the eastern mountains.

For the past few days, Li Qianjin continued to handle numerous documents in the main hall of Chi Dragon Mansion, much like usual. Fortunately, with Xiao Yunluo’s assistance, the surrounding repairs of Chi Dragon Mansion were nearly complete.

Now, the cultivators on the streets of Chi Dragon Mansion no longer discussed the recent disaster. It was as if everyone had forgotten about it, each going about their own business—cultivating, playing, or working as usual.

Everything progressed even more smoothly than Li Qianjin had anticipated.

She felt a subtle sense of an unseen force supporting her from the shadows within Chi Dragon Mansion. Hunger, shortages, casualties, uprisings, plagues, miasma—these issues, expected after a major disaster, had indeed occurred but with minimal impact.

All this unexpectedly stemmed from the numerous Societies under Chi Dragon Mansion’s jurisdiction.

Societies were the cornerstone of spirit stone and resource circulation, usually engaging in both overt and covert competition, balancing each other out, and adapting swiftly to changing circumstances. Loyalty was a word absent from their lexicon.

Initially, Li Qianjin feared these Societies might abandon Chi Dragon Mansion upon discovering their new blind leader, seeking new opportunities elsewhere.

Contrary to her fears, the Societies had come together to help her through the crisis. They sold medicine and food at low prices to mortals and minor cultivators, assisted with repair work for a minimal fee, and helped rebuild and re-cultivate spirit fields in the affected villages.

Li Qianjin found this incomprehensible.

She couldn’t understand the motivation behind the Societies’ actions.

Their current efforts were clearly unprofitable.

More puzzling was that nearly all the Societies were doing this, not just a few.

—Are they trying to curry favor with me?

—But why?

—What benefits do they gain from flattering a new, blind, and relatively weak mansion lord like me?

—Are they also blind?

Given the unusual situation, Li Qianjin repeatedly read the document from the Vice Minister of Chi Dragon Mansion, thinking she might be hallucinating.

“—Led by Societies such as the ‘Dragon-Slaying Society’, ‘Furong Society’, and ‘Southern Sky Society’, a total of 152 Societies have been actively helping in the reconstruction of 17 villages and 3 towns around Chi Dragon Mansion. Only 21 Societies have left. It is suggested that the mansion lord rewards these Societies to encourage further cooperation.”

“This is really strange…”

Li Qianjin mused, stamping the document with her jade seal before placing it aside. She turned to Xiao Yunluo and asked:

“Senior Sister Xiao, do you have any documents about the Societies?”

“I do. I also find it quite strange,” Xiao Yunluo replied, looking up from her writing. “I had the guards investigate and found that a Society called the Dragon-Slaying Society led the effort to persuade the other Societies to stay. When Junior Sister Feng and I arrived earlier, we saw the Dragon-Slaying Society helping the commoners in Du Chun City.”

“I see…”

Li Qianjin furrowed her brow in thought.

“It seems I should personally visit the Dragon-Slaying Society to thank their leader. That person is quite shrewd; I feel like I can’t see through him.”

Xiao Yunluo shrugged slightly.

“I agree. He’s likely a cunning old fox. While we should thank them, remember that most merchants are profit-driven. Although they’ve done a lot of good, we should still be cautious of their ulterior motives.”

“Yes…” Li Qianjin nodded and then asked, “What has Senior Sister Feng been up to these days?”

“Cheating at the gambling house.”

“What? Cheating?!”

Li Qianjin was taken aback.

“Yes, every time she can guess the number inside the dice cup without a single mistake. Whether it’s mahjong or flower cards, she never loses. Two days ago, she won so much that she got into a fight with the casino’s enforcers, beating up more than ten people. The Chi Dragon Mansion guards had to intervene, and I had to bail her out.”

“But the dice cups in the casino have powerful anti-peeping restrictions and spirit-sealing artifacts. How did Senior Sister Feng…”

“I asked her, and she said she was just lucky. I don’t believe it.”

“… …”

Xiao Yunluo pouted and complained, “It’s just too much. Knowing we’re already overwhelmed, she still goes out causing trouble, not staying put even for a moment.”

Li Qianjin originally thought of Senior Sister Feng as a combination of elegance and cheerfulness, but now it seemed the “elegance” was gone, leaving only “cheerfulness.” As a disciple of a great sect, she was frequenting a gambling den, a place of worldly debauchery.

After a pause, she spoke up for Feng Yudie, “It’s also quite nice, being free and unrestrained, like an immortal at leisure.”

As they were chatting, Ling’er’s voice came from outside the room:

“Miss, the head of the Dragon-Slaying Society seeks an audience.”

“Hmm?” Li Qianjin turned towards the door and asked, “The Dragon-Slaying Society? What for?”

Ling’er hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “He said he has a way to cure your blindness.”

“Cure my blindness?” Li Qianjin frowned deeply, naturally assuming it was likely a scam, but didn’t voice her suspicion. Instead, she confirmed, “Did he say that himself?”

“Yes, I also went to inquire earlier. It seems there is talk that a hermit living in Chi Dragon Valley can cure your blindness.”

“A hermit…”

The more Li Qianjin heard, the more she felt it was a scam, but given the Dragon-Slaying Society’s contributions during the recent troubles, she hesitated for a moment before asking, “Did he come alone?”

“He brought a girl with him, the wife of that Society leader.”

“Let them in.”

Li Qianjin pursed her lips, lifted her chin, and put on a demeanor befitting the Mistress of the Chi Dragon Mansion. Sitting up straight, Xiao Yunluo was also curious about the identity of this Dragon-Slaying Society’s leader as she looked towards the door.

“Sister Li, what do you think he’ll be like?”

“Well… I think he should be…”

Outside, clad in a dark brocade robe, Ye Anping, with his excellent hearing cultivated through years of ascetic practice, caught snippets of their whispered conversation. Stepping over the threshold, he interrupted:

“It’s me.”

?!!

As the familiar voice sounded, Xiao Yunluo’s neck immediately retracted, scenes from the mountain pond behind the school days ago flooded her mind, and she blushed deeply with embarrassment.

“Ye—Ye—Ye—”

“Ye?” Li Qianjin was taken aback. “Could it be—Senior Ye?!”

“Yes,” Ye Anping replied coldly.

Li Qianjin raised her hand to fiddle with her hair, a hint of shyness evident on her face. But she quickly regained her composure, shook her head, and asked, “But… aren’t you a disciple of the Profound Star Sect?”

“It’s me.”

“Senior Sister Xiao said you’re also the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect.”

“That’s also me.”

“So, the leader of the Dragon-Slaying Society…”

“Still me.”

“And the younger brother of Senior Sister Yun, the Young Master of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect…”

Ye Anping hesitated for a moment before replying, “Not for the time being.”

?

What does “not for the time being” mean? Li Qianjin’s head tilted, but she heard the “not” at least.

After a moment of confusion, she spoke up again, “So Ye…?”

“Just call me Senior.”

“Ah, Senior Ye, why have you come today?”

“To cure your eyes.”