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

The sky was thick with dark clouds, and the mountains seemed to fly by like a rolling curtain at their sides. Raindrops pelted against the spirit barrier used to shield against the wind, making a continuous pitter-patter sound.

In the midst of this, Ye Anping, dressed in the robes of a disciple of the Profound Star Sect, was holding a brush and an account book, making calculations as he flew on his sword through the clouds. After leaving Du Chun City, he traveled with his junior sister and the Liang father-daughter pair, taking their time over a month and a half.

Now, feeling bored, he started tallying up the gains from their trip to Chi Dragon Mansion.

From the Jiang Residence’s warehouse, they had acquired 400,000 spirit stones and various treasures. They had taken one of the storage bags from the four demonic cultivators. Treating Li Qianjin’s eyes had netted him an additional 150,000 spirit stones. Combined with various miscellaneous earnings from running the Dragon-Slaying Society, the total amounted to nearly 930,000 spirit stones in Ye Anping’s pocket.

“Hmm… just over 930,000, it’s a bit low,” he muttered.

Hearing this, Zhuang Hu, flying beside him, twitched his eyes and glanced at him, feeling that his sixth brother was showing off.

This brat got nine hundred thirty thousand spirit stones in half a year, and he still felt it was too little?

Zhuang Hu wanted to smack the back of his head. This person seemed oblivious to his fortune, grumbling internally:

‘I infiltrated the back mountain of Profound Star Sect to set up an ambush for that white-haired girl, just to earn 20,000 spirit stones.’

‘I worked as a bodyguard for the Dragon-Slaying Society’s hall master for 2,000 spirit stones a month with room and board, and I nearly got cut down by your junior sister.’

‘Do you think spirit stones grow on trees? Ordinary cultivators might need 30 to 40 years to save up 90,000 spirit stones without spending any.’

A demonic cultivator corpse in the early Core Formation stage fetched only 70,000 to 80,000 on the black market, and five of them would be around 400,000. As for a Nascent Soul cultivator, their bounty started at 500,000 spirit stones, but if not for Li Feng’s mercy, Ye Anping wouldn’t have survived that encounter either.

Zhuang Hu didn’t dare hit him, considering they would be living in his house with Atin. He just rolled his eyes, “Still not enough? That should last you both until you reach Core Formation.”

“Not enough,” Ye Anping shook his head, looking over, “Can 900,000 buy two sets of Nine-Color Bellflower, Ice Sunflower, Soul Devouring Mushroom, Bloodthorn Vine, and East Sea Pearl?”

Zhuang Hu paused at the mention of these materials, glancing again at Pei Lengxue beside him, feeling puzzled, “You two, one with dual spiritual roots, the other with trinary, want to form a Perfect Golden Core?”

“Obviously, if we’re forming a core, it has to be the best.”

“You are an ambitious one.” Zhuang Hu clicked his tongue, “Can you withstand the sixty-four tribulations that needed to temper your Golden Core into the Perfect State without being turned to dust?”

Ye Anping shrugged, indicating he understood. Forming a Perfect Golden Core required extremely rare materials and surviving the sixty-four tribulations, which was a significant challenge. Cultivators with poor aptitude, with insufficient spiritual energy, couldn’t survive the tribulations.

Pei Lengxue aside, for himself, Ye Anping would need to find a way to withstand the sixty-four tribulations. And that way…

Ye Anping said nonchalantly, “I’ll just expand my Qi Sea with my life-bound spiritual sword.”

Zhuang Hu’s expression grew even stranger. Why did his sixth brother always confidently talk about these things that were the stuff of ordinary cultivators’ dreams? Perfect Golden Cores and life-bound spiritual swords were things cultivators boasted about over drinks.

These things, after all, require the perfect alignment of time, place, and people to obtain. Over the millennia, among millions of cultivators, only about fifty have ever formed a Perfect Golden Core, and without exception, those who survived are revered as supreme beings. As for life-bound spiritual swords, they are even rarer, with only twenty recorded in the Magical Tool Record.

Possessing both simultaneously? In all his years, Zhuang Hu had only heard of three individuals: the Profound Star Sect Master, the previous Immortal Emperor, and the Sect Master of Pure Light Sect. People often joked that these three were the offspring of true immortals who descended to the mortal realm for a clandestine affair.

Zhuang Hu was speechless. He paused, then suddenly raised an eyebrow as if he had thought of something:

“I have a sword that might be your life-bound spiritual sword. I’ll sell it to you cheaply, how about it?”

Ye Anping immediately rolled his eyes, recognizing it as Xiao Yunluo’s sword:

“No.”

“At a 70% discount.”

“Even for free, I don’t want it.”

“Hah…”

Zhuang Hu twitched his lips and fell silent.

Seeing him like this, Ye Anping couldn’t help but smile and shook his head, returning to the initial topic: “Back to the original question, can you get those Perfect Golden Core materials?”

Zhuang Hu was silent for a moment, then glanced at him and replied:

“Those things are priceless. The major families keep a close eye on them. Once they appear on the market, there’s a mad rush. The black market is no exception…”

Ye Anping rolled his eyes and raised his hand to stop him:

“You want more money, right?”

“Yes… that’s right.”

“I’ll give you a 20% profit margin. You can keep whatever profit you make. I need two sets.”

“30%.”

“Deal!”

Zhuang Hu felt he had undersold himself and clicked his tongue in regret:

“—Tch, whatever. Anyway, Sixth Brother, you need to live longer.”

“Huh?” Ye Anping raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled, “What?”

Zhuang Hu glanced at Atin, who was tied to his back and snoring, and said:

“If you die, Atin and I will have to move again.”

At this point, Pei Lengxue, who had been listening quietly, couldn’t help but interject, pouting as she looked at Zhuang Hu:

“My senior brother won’t die…”

Ye Anping moved closer, pinched Pei Lengxue’s puffy cheeks, and smiled as he replied:

“Thanks for the blessing, Big Brother Zhuang.”

“Heh—how much farther?”

“Over this mountain, across that river…”

“Forget I asked.”

Ye Anping chuckled and then put the brush and account book back into his storage pouch. He sped up his flying sword and took a glance at an extra item in his storage pouch: a tombstone.

—”Volume One of the Mysterious Yin Art.”

This was found in the hiding place of the Gu cultivator Zuo Min from the Heavenly Demon Sect. In the game, “Mysterious Yin Art” was one of Feng Yudie’s most powerful cards in the mid to late stages. She would get this fragment after the Chi Dragon Mansion incident. Now, both Part One and Part Five were in his possession.

With two parts, he could start practicing this skill, but upon reviewing Part One, Ye Anping realized he would need to part with some treasured resources. So, he decided to let his junior sister try it first. If she couldn’t manage it, he could always give it to Feng Yudie and exchange it for some spirit stones to buy new clothes for his junior sister.

…

Thus, with a mix of leisurely and steady travel, the group finally arrived at the gate of Hundred Lotus Sect.

It was nearly autumn, and the mountains were speckled with green and brown leaves. The Hundred Lotus Sect’s scenery remained as picturesque as ever, and the weather was still pleasant. However…

Ye Anping looked up at the massive gate carved from pure jade and couldn’t help but twitch his eye, silently cursing his father.

Yes, Hundred Lotus Sect now had a spirit stone mine and was no longer the impoverished small mountain sect it once was. But!

Father, couldn’t you spend the money on something practical?!

Improving the food, renovating the disciples’ living quarters, building more alchemy furnaces—wouldn’t all that be better?

Why waste money on this ostentatious gate?

Ye Anping was rarely this frustrated, especially with his father. despite being a Core Formation stage cultivator, his father now reminded him of those tacky nouveau riche with gold chains, rings, and fat fingers.

Pei Lengxue looked at the gate for a while. Seeing that the plaque with “Hundred Lotus Sect” hadn’t been hung yet, she shrank her head and timidly asked:

“Senior brother, did we come to the wrong place?”

Zhuang Hu also stared at the gate, hesitating before finally saying:

“Sixth Brother, your family is quite wealthy, huh?”

Only Zhuang Atin was blunt. She tugged on Zhuang Hu’s hand, frowned, and said:

“Uncle, this gate looks so tacky.”

Ye Anping looked around at the desolate landscape with two jade pillars standing in the middle of nowhere, shook his head, and took out his identity token from his storage pouch. He raised it above his head and stepped through the gate.

“Let’s go…”