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

Light snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, and the streets of Shadowmoon Sword Sect’s marketplace were now deserted.

The merchants who had come from afar to do business had been apprehended by Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciples and confined for questioning.

Even some of the outer disciples of Shadowmoon Sword Sect were not allowed to move about freely.

Outside the seven-story Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion, the disciples of Yishui Peak formed a human barricade under Yun Yiyi’s orders.

No one was allowed to inspect the scene until she arrived.

By “no one,” she meant the disciples from Jiuquan Peak and Xiri Peak.

“Are you going to let us through or not?!”

“Our young mistress has ordered that no one is to enter until she arrives!!”

“Does your young mistress have authority over us from Jiuquan Peak? We only listen to Jiujiu! Brothers, Jiujiu wants us to secure the scene first. Move out!”

“You dare?!”

Shing! Shing! 

The sound of spirit swords being drawn filled the air as disciples from both peaks readied their weapons, facing off against each other, yet none dared to make the first move.

They knew that whoever struck first would lose favor with the elders later on, so they waited for the other side to act first.

“Come on then! Weren’t you shouting just now? Why aren’t you striking?”

“You think I’m stupid? If you want to fight, you strike first.”

“Hmph…”

At this moment, two flying swords descended from the sky.

A small figure and a scholarly-looking silver-haired man leaped off the swords, landing heavily on the ground.

Yun Jiujiu glanced at the two groups of disciples about to clash in front of the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion and slightly twitched the corners of her mouth.

She lifted her small wooden clogs and walked straight to the two who had been arguing.

She glanced at them, and one side immediately wilted.

Yun Jiujiu looked up at the disciple from Yishui Peak and said, “Move aside.”

“Uh…” The disciple hesitated, “Second Miss, if you go in, we won’t be able to explain to the Young Mistress. Why not wait for her to arrive, and you can go in together?”

“I said move aside.” Yun Jiujiu frowned, crossed her arms, and stomped her foot forcefully. “Move or not!”

“This…” The Yishui Peak disciple looked troubled but didn’t dare to speak further, only shaking his head slightly.

At that moment, a voice suddenly called out from the direction of the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion’s door, drawing everyone’s attention, including Yun Jiujiu’s.

“Eeek~~~~!!!!”

Bang! 

Feng Yudie had sneaked in and peeked through a crack in the door.

The sight inside was horrific: twenty-seven corpses, each bisected and decapitated, with intestines and organs hanging everywhere.

Even though Feng Yudie considered herself accustomed to bloodshed, she turned pale and quickly shut the door.

The loud noise caught everyone’s attention, and when she turned around, she saw everyone looking at her.

Feng Yudie shrank back, took a step to the left, making everyone’s heads turn slightly to the right.

She then moved back to the right, making their heads turn back.

She blinked and asked quietly, “What? Why is everyone looking at me…?”

Before she finished speaking, the Yishui Peak disciple who had been talking to Yun Jiujiu glared and ordered, “Seize her!!”

At the command, all the Yishui Peak disciples charged toward Feng Yudie, who jumped back in fright, ready to flee.

But just as they were about to reach her, Yun Jiujiu stepped in front of her, shielding her and causing the Yishui Peak disciples to halt in their tracks.

“This one’s under my protection.”

“…”

The crowd paused, casting curious glances at Feng Yudie, who peeked out from behind Yun Jiujiu’s shoulder and grinned foolishly, “Heh heh… this is my big sister, Jiujiu.”

“Whew—” Yun Jiujiu gave her a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow, “Yudie, why are you hiding behind me? Didn’t I tell you yesterday that I’ve got your back in Shadowmoon Sword Sect? If anyone messes with you, just mention my name. No one within five hundred miles wouldn’t know it.”

“They have more people.”

“These guys are a bunch of weaklings. You could take them down easily.” Yun Jiujiu waved dismissively and turned to open the door.

However…

Creak—

Bang!

Just like Feng Yudie, Yun Jiujiu quickly shut the door after opening it, her face turning pale.

She took a swig from her gourd of wine to steady herself.

“Damn… what the hell is in there?”

Feng Yudie blinked and asked dumbly, “Aren’t they your relatives?”

Yun Jiujiu gave her a look, momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed, the bodies inside were her relatives, though most were distant ones she couldn’t even remember.

The twenty-seven dead were all inner disciples of Shadowmoon Sword Sect, descendants of Yun Tianchong.

They were distant relatives, like sons of concubines who had sons outside.

“…”

As Yun Jiujiu stood speechless, two more beams of light descended from the sky.

A man and a woman elegantly stepped off their flying swords and stored them in their pouches.

Seeing Ye Anping, Feng Yudie quickly greeted him with a blink, Young Master Ye~~

However, Ye Anping merely glanced at her and followed Yun Yiyi.

Upon seeing Yun Jiujiu, Yun Yiyi’s eyes filled with disdain.

She dismissed the Yishui Peak disciples and approached Yun Jiujiu, looking down at her from her height advantage.

“Second Sister, this has nothing to do with you. Go back.”

Yun Jiujiu frowned, clenched her fist, and retorted, “What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Watch your mouth, Yun Yiyi, or have you forgotten the beating I gave you?”

“…”

Yun Yiyi was momentarily taken aback but quickly recovered.

She glanced at the jade gourd in Yun Jiujiu’s hand and said, “Can someone like you even do an investigation? It would already be a miracle if you didn’t destroy the crime scene. I’ve never seen anyone investigate while drinking.”

“Sure! I might not be the smartest, but I brought someone smart today.” Yun Jiujiu pulled Feng Yudie in front of her, “Feng Yu, a friend I made recently.”

“…”

Yun Yiyi frowned, scrutinizing the scholarly-dressed Feng Yudie, who seemed foolish but had striking silver hair.

“Mr. Feng, you don’t seem like a rough person. Why are you with her? If you lack spirit stones, you can join my Yishui Peak—”

Before she could finish, Yun Jiujiu raised her fist and swung it towards Yun Yiyi’s face.

Boom—

The punch, though not strong, caught Yun Yiyi completely off guard.

“You’re trying to poach my people in front of me?! I’ll—”

Before her fist could land, Ye Anping grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Second Miss Yun, please don’t be so rough.”

“…”

Yun Jiujiu glared at Ye Anping, frowned slightly, and yanked her hand back, asking, “Who the hell are you?”

Ye Anping nodded and replied, “I am Ye Anping, not some scallion.”

“Hmph… Whether you’re a scallion isn’t for you to say. Come fight me outside!”

Yun Yiyi, having regained her composure, stepped closer to Ye Anping and said, “Young Master Ye, you don’t need to bother with her.”