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

In the early morning, atop Yishui Peak at the northern side of Shadowmoon Sword Sect, light snow was gently drifting down.

The melodious sound of a zither echoed, lingering among the mountain peaks.

Beneath a solitary pavilion on the cliff, a woman with golden hair cascading down to the ground was kneeling in front of an ancient zither, her delicate fingers plucking or lightly pressing the strings.

She wore a form-fitting long garment edged with golden thread, and a feathered ribbon on her shoulders fluttered in the wind, exuding a luxurious and celestial aura.

This outfit highlighted her slender waist and ample bosom.

Despite her mature appearance in this attire, her face still showed the gentle and naive features of a young girl.

This stunningly beautiful woman was none other than Yun Yiyi, the eldest young mistress of Shadowmoon Sword Sect.

Hanging from the pavilion beam was a finely crafted portrait of a young man.

Every few notes Yun Yiyi played, she would glance up at the portrait, as if she were playing for the young man depicted.

After a long while, a maid dressed in simple clothes walked up the small path beside her.

Yun Yiyi glanced at her, stopped playing, and asked:

“Huang Quan, what is it?”

“Miss, there are two pieces of bad news.”

“Speak.”

“The heavy snow from three days ago collapsed our pill room. The cold infiltrated the pill furnaces, and six of the profound crystal furnaces have turned into useless scrap.”

“Understood. What’s the second piece of bad news?”

“Third Miss returned to the sect yesterday, but she brought along an unknown female cultivator whose sword techniques are quite formidable.”

Upon hearing this, Yun Yiyi frowned slightly and waved her hand to indicate she understood.

She looked up into the distance at the thousand-foot stone sword sculpture standing in the middle peak of Shadowmoon Sword Sect and thought—her father, Yun Tianchong, would emerge from seclusion in a few months.

Before her father went into seclusion, he had said a few words to her, Yun Jiujiu, and Yun Xi:

“From today, I will entrust Yishui Peak, Jianjiu Peak, and Xiri Peak to you three. When I emerge, the peak that is the most prosperous will determine who becomes the sect master.”

“You three can compete, scheme, and fight openly or covertly, but you must not take each other’s lives.”

… …

Because of this, the elders had erected a list on the stone sword sculpture in the middle peak, recording the rankings of their three peaks.

A year ago, Yun Xi held the top position, then she left the sect for Chi Dragon Palace.

If she successfully established cooperation between Shadowmoon Sword Sect and Chi Dragon Palace, she would secure her victory, making it impossible for Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi to catch up.

However, due to the demonic cultivators’ incident at Chi Dragon Palace, where Li Feng perished and eleven disciples of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect died, not only had Yun Xi made a grave mistake, but she had also returned empty-handed.

Thus, Yun Yiyi still had a chance.

Her opportunity lay in—

Yun Yiyi looked up at the young man in the portrait, biting her lip lightly.

As long as she didn’t make any major mistakes in the remaining months and could marry the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect, her “Yishui Peak” could surpass Yun Xi’s “Xiri Peak” and claim the top spot.

After all, the Hundred Lotus Sect had recently received a spirit stone mine vein gifted by the Profound Star Sect, and their Sect Master had only one son, Ye Anping.

If she married him, the Hundred Lotus Sect would be as good as part of her dowry.

However, despite this reasoning, Yun Yiyi still felt hesitant.

If she really had to marry someone, she wanted to be with a person who would be willing to listen to her play the zither for the rest of their lives, rather than a young man she had never met.

Moreover, she didn’t quite believe that Ye Anping truly looked like the portrait in front of her.

The young man in the portrait was too handsome and spirited, perfectly fitting her ideal image of a partner.

It was as if the artist had drawn him based on her dream lover.

Handsome, with a certain cold arrogance, his lively features still retained some childlike innocence and charm.

How could such a good-looking person exist in the world?

Yun Yiyi paused, then smiled and asked the maid beside her:

“Huang Quan, do you think this portrait is real or fake?”

Huang Quan glanced at it sideways, shook her head, and said:

“Miss, I think it’s fake. I once heard an amusing story. Would you like to hear it?”

“Go ahead.”

“In the southern region’s Huilong Town, a young master exchanged letters with a young lady from a thousand miles away for many years. They both sent each other portraits and eventually agreed to meet in Nanyang Immortal City to get engaged.”

Yun Yiyi raised her eyebrows and curiously asked, “And then?”

“Then, when they arrived at Nanyang Immortal City, the young master and the young lady waited for each other in the agreed tavern for half a month. Finally, they inadvertently asked around and recognized each other. Upon recognizing each other, they were both shocked and exclaimed, ‘Why is your face full of pockmarks?’ and ‘Why are you so fat with a big head?'”

“Pfft—”

Yun Yiyi couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Then she looked at the portrait in front of her again, propped her cheek on her hand, and tilted her head, saying:

“Am I marrying the person in the painting or Ye Anping? If I call off the engagement, Yun Xi will still be ahead of me.”

“Um…” Huang Quan thought for a while and then said, “I can stand in for you during the wedding and consummation. On the wedding night, with the lights out, he won’t see the face.”

Yun Yiyi looked at her, feeling a bit reluctant.

Huang Quan was her personal maid, and she couldn’t bear to let Huang Quan sacrifice herself.

However, she remembered her mother’s teachings when she was a child:

“Yiyi, you need to let go of your current naivety. The path of immortality is fraught with dangers. To go far, you must treat everyone as your tool. Besides, your father has too many partners, and he is always cultivating, ignoring family affairs. Recently, your eleventh brother died on the day of his birth, likely because your fourth mother poisoned your seventh mother…”

Thinking of this, Yun Yiyi sighed deeply.

She looked at Huang Quan, who was righteously ready to sacrifice herself, and shook her head, saying:

“Huang Quan, let’s discuss this later. The Hundred Lotus Sect hasn’t replied yet… For now, draft another jade slip and send it to the Hundred Lotus Sect with urgency. I’ll offer them more benefits…”

As she was speaking, another maid came up the small path and stopped outside the pavilion, bowing her head.

Yun Yiyi paused and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Miss, the young master of Hundred Lotus Sect, Ye Anping, is here to see you.”

Upon hearing this, Yun Yiyi and Huang Quan exchanged glances, then looked at the young man in the portrait beside them.

After a long hesitation, Yun Yiyi asked, “How many people came with him?”

“Just the young master of Hundred Lotus Sect, he seems to have come alone.”

“Well…” Yun Yiyi thought for a while and said, “Bring me a curtain and prepare tea. Invite him up the mountain.”

“Yes.”

The maid nodded and went down the mountain to report.

Several maids brought a pink silk curtain and draped it around the pavilion.

Yun Yiyi quickly put the portrait into her storage bag and started playing the zither again.

The lingering music was melodious and pleasant.

After a while, the sound of two sets of footsteps came from the direction of the small path.

The maid from Yishui Peak led a young man in fine clothes to the pavilion and announced:

“Young Master Ye, the eldest miss is in the pavilion.”

Ye Anping nodded but did not salute immediately.

He waited for Yun Yiyi to finish playing the zither, then took out his identity token and respectfully saluted:

“I apologize for disturbing you. I am Ye Anping, the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect.”