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

Ye Anping and Feng Yudie arrived at Jiuquan Town before noon, just as it started to snow lightly again.

The streets of Jiuquan Town were bustling, filled with men and women here to drink and flirt.

Ye Anping, dressed in a dark brocade robe, held a peach-pink oil-paper umbrella, walking along the side of the road.

Feng Yudie walked beside him, huddling under his umbrella to avoid the snow, happily munching on the oil-paper-wrapped roast chicken he had just bought for her.

After a while, Ye Anping glanced at Feng Yudie, who was nibbling on her roast chicken, and kicked her ankle lightly, clicking his tongue to correct her:

“Hey, act more like a man. Don’t stick your butt out, take bigger bites when you eat, and stride more when you walk.”

Feng Yudie was taken aback for a moment, then laughed foolishly, “Ahaha~~ It’s a habit.”

“In a while, follow the plan. Your job is to pique Yun Jiujiu’s interest. I’ll support you as needed, got it?”

“Got it!” Feng Yudie held up the chicken drumstick in her left hand and offered it, asking, “Want a bite?”

“…”

“Even if you do, I won’t give you any~”

Ye Anping twitched, his eye corner twitching, glaring at her.

Seeing his expression, Feng Yudie giggled again, sucked the entire drumstick into her mouth to erase her girlish demeanor, and replied, “Got it, act more like a man, right? But why does it have to be a man? Can’t a girl attract her interest just the same?”

“Yun Jiujiu prefers dealing with men rather than women.”

“Why?”

“She has an inferiority complex.”

“Huh?”

Ye Anping glanced at her and said, “She has even less femininity than you do.”

?

Feng Yudie blinked, then raised her hand and sniffed her armpit, raising an eyebrow to retort, “I think I smell fine. Want a sniff?”

Ye Anping saw her moving her armpit towards him and wrinkled his nose in disgust, stepping aside, “No.”

“How can you say I don’t have femininity if you haven’t even smelled me?”

“Right now, you just smell like roast chicken…”

“So what about roast chicken? Roast chicken smells great.” Feng Yudie pouted, feeling aggrieved. After a moment of thought, she leaned over to Ye Anping, sniffed him, and then retorted, “You don’t smell like a man either.”

?

Ye Anping suddenly wanted to sniff himself but resisted the urge. After a moment’s hesitation, he asked, “What does ‘smelling like a man’ mean?”

“Smell like a man” means to smell sweat. I smell great, like flowers~~”

“…”

Ye Anping was speechless. Just then, he noticed a very short girl staggering towards them.

The girl was so short that she only reached his chest, similar to Sima Xuanji’s height.

In the early winter, most people outside were bundled up, resembling bears.

Yet, Yun Jiujiu was only wearing tight leather shorts and a loosely draped dragon-patterned long-sleeve, looking as if she just threw on some expensive cloth and stepped out.

Ye Anping immediately recognized her.

Their wandering around Jiuquan Town was a deliberate plan, as Yun Jiujiu had a habit in the game of visiting Jiuquan Town every couple of days around noon to buy the local “Cold Knife” wine.

They hoped for a chance encounter, and it seemed they had timed it perfectly.

Feng Yudie, still preening, wasn’t watching where she was going and was about to bump right into Yun Jiujiu.

Ye Anping didn’t warn her; he just closed his umbrella and stepped aside.

Bang—

“Ah?!”

As expected, Feng Yudie didn’t see Yun Jiujiu coming and collided head-on with her, both of them landing on their butts.

Rubbing her rear, Feng Yudie looked up and saw a small girl with a blonde bun.

She hesitated, recalling Ye Anping’s mention that blonde hair was a characteristic of the Yun family.

When she turned to Ye Anping for confirmation, she found he had disappeared. “Huh?”

She wondered where he had gone since he had just been talking to her.

Realizing his absence meant she had indeed bumped into Yun Jiujiu, Feng Yudie quickly stood up, smiling and offering her hand while taking the chance to observe her.

Despite Ye Anping’s claim that Yun Jiujiu lacked femininity, Feng Yudie found her quite cute.

Though short and flat-chested, Yun Jiujiu had delicate features, a round face, and peach blossom eyes.

“Hey—are you alright?” Feng Yudie asked.

Yun Jiujiu, reeking of alcohol, held her head and shook it, then squinted at Feng Yudie before rolling her eyes, “Why are you acting like a little wife?”

“Huh?” Feng Yudie was dumbfounded, her eyebrows knitting together, “What?”

“Are you deaf?” Yun Jiujiu ignored her hand, stood up, and muttered, “So effeminate, tsk…”

She turned away from Feng Yudie, raised her wine gourd for a drink, and staggered off.

Feng Yudie stood there, stunned, finally understanding what Ye Anping meant by a lack of femininity.

This girl was annoying!

This was the first time Feng Yudie had met such an aggravating person.

Despite her cute face, Yun Jiujiu reeked of alcohol and had none of Junior Sister Pei’s elegance.

Did Ye Anping think she was like this too?

Determined to attract Yun Jiujiu’s attention, Feng Yudie put her hands on her hips and shouted, “Hey, shorty, who are you calling effeminate?!”

Instantly, the bustling street fell silent, and all eyes turned to her.

Several golden-robed Sword Sect disciples among the crowd turned pale with fear.

Thud—

Yun Jiujiu stopped in her tracks, turned back, and glared, “What did you call me, little wife?”

Feng Yudie crossed her arms and tilted her head, “Shorty—”

Boom—

Before she could finish, Yun Jiujiu shot forward, her small fist stopping five inches from Feng Yudie’s nose.

Though initially stunned by Yun Jiujiu’s aggressive move, Feng Yudie quickly reacted, raising her hand in a knife strike to deflect Yun Jiujiu’s arm, attempting to counterattack.

However, she was surprised by the solidity of Yun Jiujiu’s punch; it barely wavered from its trajectory.

This girl is a physical cultivator?

Despite her surprise, Feng Yudie remained confident.

She had faced Pseudo-early stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator before and come out on top, and Yun Jiujiu was just a late Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

She dodged the punch and, using her opponent’s momentum, grabbed Yun Jiujiu’s wrist and executed a shoulder throw.

Boom—

Yun Jiujiu was flung through the air, crashing heavily into the stone pavement, leaving a dent.

She looked up in disbelief at this “effeminate” opponent who, despite being a minor realm lower than her, dared to insult her and fight back.

And that throw had not been light.

Feng Yudie smirked, raising an eyebrow, “Hmm?”

“Hmph!”

Yun Jiujiu used her abdominal strength to spring up, aiming her knee at Feng Yudie’s forehead.

Though it forced Feng Yudie to retreat, she remained unscathed.

Yun Jiujiu stood facing her now, three feet apart.

“You…”

At that moment, three golden-robed Sword Sect disciples rushed out from the crowd, “Second Miss!”

“Stand aside!!” Yun Jiujiu glared at them, “Anyone who helps me, I’ll break their legs!!”

“Uh…”

The disciples exchanged frightened glances and retreated back into the crowd.

Yun Jiujiu wiped her small nose with her thumb and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Feng Yu.”

“My name is Yun Jiujiu, the second Young Mistress of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect,” she declared, puffing out her flat chest. “Whoever’s fists are weaker apologizes. Deal?”

“Can I use my sword? I’m not a physical cultivator.”

“Neither am I.”

“Oh, okay, come on then.”

“Hmph!”

Boom—

Yun Jiujiu’s foot shattered the stone pavement again as she charged at Feng Yudie, each step powerful enough to almost flatten the mountain on which Jiuquan Town stood.

…

Boom—bang bang—

The street quickly turned into a chaotic mess under the collision of the two fighters’ punches.

Broken wooden stalls scattered everywhere, and the stone pavement turned into rubble.

Ye Anping, along with the onlookers, had taken refuge in a nearby teahouse, watching the fierce battle unfold.

The more intense the fight got, the more furrowed his brow became.

He had anticipated this scenario but had hoped Feng Yudie wouldn’t resort to fighting Yun Jiujiu to get acquainted with her.

Especially now that it looked like Feng Yudie was about to win.

This method would indeed pique Yun Jiujiu’s interest, but it also posed some headaches for him.

Yun Jiujiu despised effeminate men and weak, fragile women.

Her creed was simple: everything was settled with fists; whoever had the stronger fists was right.

But if an effeminate man or a weak woman beat her up, she would consider them the authority.

In the game, if players followed her storyline, they would encounter this plot.

After a male player, whom she called “little wife,” beat her a few times in combat, she would send a love letter that looked like a threat, written in a shaky hand, in a delicate and shy manner.

If this love letter event was triggered in the game, Yun Jiujiu would inevitably die in the final outcome.

Although, in this real-world scenario, as long as things went according to his plan, Yun Jiujiu could survive, and he could still obtain her rewards.

But, Feng Yudie might end up with a little fangirl who wants to marry her.

The main problem was that if Yun Jiujiu became Feng Yudie’s fangirl, she might get jealous of Feng Yudie’s interactions with his junior sister.

Knowing Yun Jiujiu’s personality, if she got jealous, she would likely confront his junior sister directly.

Would that be amusing?

Ye Anping wasn’t sure, but it was certainly troublesome.

However, it was too late to intervene now.

At least Feng Yudie had safely reached Yun Jiujiu.

He should head to Yun Yiyi and be in place.

Just as Ye Anping was about to leave, the battle on the street reached its conclusion…

“Hah—hah—hah—”

Feng Yudie was panting heavily, straddling Yun Jiujiu’s back.

Using grappling techniques, she had Yun Jiujiu’s right hand pinned and her calf trapped under her ankle.

Despite Yun Jiujiu’s flushed face and struggle to break free, Feng Yudie applied a skillful force.

“Do you concede?”

“…”

Yun Jiujiu struggled for a bit more before finally relaxing and pouting, “I concede. Stop pulling, my hand’s going to break…”

“Hmph.” Feng Yudie sighed in relief, getting off Yun Jiujiu’s back and wiping the sweat from her forehead, “Whew—”

At this moment, the Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciples who had been watching from the sidelines hurriedly approached.

“How dare you hit our second—”

Before he could finish, Yun Jiujiu stood up, walked up to him, and lifted his chin, frowning, “I’ve taught you the rules: Jiuquan Peak disciples speak with their fists and strength! Don’t use my status to flaunt. If you want to show off, go beat him first.”

The disciple looked terrified, having witnessed the entire fight between Yun Jiujiu and the stranger.

“Yes yes yes…” The disciple quickly nodded in agreement.

Only then did Yun Jiujiu move her hand from his chin and turn to Feng Yudie.

“Feng Yu, right?”

“Yes.”

Yun Jiujiu looked at Feng Yudie, her cheeks slightly red, before averting her gaze.

She took a deep breath and shouted:

“I’M SORRY!!! I SHOULDN’T HAVE CALLED YOU A LITTLE WIFE!!!”

Feng Yudie flinched at the loud apology, then scratched the back of her head with a silly smile, “You’re the Second Young Mistress of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, can you give me some spirit stones? Apologies are nice, but spirit stones are better.”

Yun Jiujiu was taken aback for a moment before she chuckled softly, walking up to her and cupping her hands in salute:

“Let’s start over. I’m Yun Jiujiu. You can call me Jiujiu.”

“Feng Yudie…” Feng Yudie returned the salute. “Just Feng Yu, no ‘die’.”

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

“So young? I’m sixty-four this year.”

“Huh?” Feng Yudie shrank back. “You look like you’re eleven.”

“I was born short.” Yun Jiujiu rolled her eyes but then smiled with relief. “I’ll call you Brother Yu from now on. Come, let’s go to my cave residence. I’ll treat you to some drinks.”

“…Do you have roasted chicken?”

“Roasted chicken? Of course! Roasted chicken, roasted goose, even roasted fox. Whatever you want, I’ll have my maid make it.”

Yun Jiujiu laughed heartily, then turned to instruct the Jiuquan Peak disciples to handle the compensation and repairs for the street.

Feng Yudie followed her, finally spotting Ye Anping hidden in the crowd.

Seeing him watching her, she winked her left eye, indicating: Mission accomplished!

Ye Anping nodded in acknowledgment: See you in seven days.

Then he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving the scene.