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

Ye Anping naturally did not want to pay attention to Yun Jiujiu, but the current situation left him no choice.

Yun Jiujiu’s small face was full of the words “I want to fight you!”

She glared at him fiercely.

He felt that if he turned around and chose to ignore her, he would receive a punch.

Ye Anping had no confidence in catching Yun Jiujiu’s punch bare-handed.

The punch he had just blocked for Yun Yiyi was already not one of her full strength.

So, he prepared the spirit sword hidden in his sleeve, making a slight gesture with his left hand to have it ready.

Sure enough, as soon as he moved his gaze away from Yun Jiujiu and prepared to push open the door of the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion, he felt a gust of wind coming at the side of his face.

Ye Anping rolled his eyes and saw a small fist already less than five inches from his cheek.

He immediately drew out the prepared spirit sword, lowered his body, and prepared to block the punch with the sword.

But before the fist collided with his sword, Feng Yudie, who was standing behind Yun Jiujiu, hooked her arms under Yun Jiujiu’s shoulders and lifted her off the ground:

“…Jiujiu, aren’t we here to investigate a case?”

Yun Jiujiu kicked her feet in the air, trying to kick Ye Anping, but her legs were too short.

Moreover, Feng Yudie stepped back, making it impossible for her to reach him.

“Feng Yu, let me go!! Today, I must beat this pretentious bastardl!!”

Feng Yudie exerted all her strength and looked at Ye Anping, threatening Yun Jiujiu urgently:

“Jiujiu, if you keep this up, I won’t spar with you when we get back!”

“… …”

Hearing this, Yun Jiujiu paused, looked up at Feng Yudie’s chin, and stopped kicking. She pouted and said:

“Fine… But you have to spar with me when we get back.”

“Alright, alright…”

Seeing this, Feng Yudie breathed a sigh of relief, put Yun Jiujiu back on the ground, and gave Ye Anping a look, as if seeking credit—Young Master Ye, look, I gained this little bean’s trust in just three days.

Ye Anping sheathed his spirit sword, looked at Yun Jiujiu’s now obedient appearance, and was slightly surprised.

He didn’t expect Feng Yudie to get along so well with Yun Jiujiu in just three days.

Similarly, Yun Yiyi was also astonished.

This silver-haired gentleman could actually manage her second sister?

Don’t be fooled by her second sister’s small size and skinny limbs—she was born with great strength.

Yun Yiyi still remembered Yun Jiujiu pulling out a tree to use as a weapon in a fight with a disciple when she was just four years old.

Moreover, she noticed that this silver-haired gentleman’s cultivation was only at the middle of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Impressive… Yun Yiyi thought for a moment and decided to find an excuse to send Feng Yu away.

If this case were solved by him, the credit would go to her second sister.

“Second Sister, this case involves our family’s disciples. As the saying goes, family scandals should not be aired. If you want to investigate, you should do it yourself or bring your Jiuquan Peak disciples. It’s inappropriate to let an outsider help.”

Yun Jiujiu paused, pointed at Ye Anping, and asked:

“Didn’t you bring an outsider too?”

Yun Yiyi glanced at Ye Anping and held his hand:

“He is my husband, he’s naturally counted as a member of the Yun family.”

“What?”

Yun Jiujiu retracted her head, looked Ye Anping up and down, then turned her head away, “Tch—! A little lady marrying another little lady, you two are quite a match.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Yun Yiyi replied with a smile, “Unlike you, who are wanted by no one, not even as an in-law.”

Yun Jiujiu’s fists clenched again, and she raised them: “Who are you calling unwanted?”

Yun Yiyi took a cautious step back and answered:

“You should let this Mr. Feng leave first. This is a family matter; it’s inappropriate to involve an outsider.”

“Family, my foot! If he is your husband, then he’s also my husband.” Yun Jiujiu stomped hard, then grabbed Feng Yudie’s hand, turned to her, and asked, “Isn’t that right?”

Feng Yudie shrank her head and shook it slightly.

She was devoted to her junior sister Pei.

“Uh…uh…”

“Don’t be such a wimp…”

Seeing this, Yun Jiujiu pouted, jumped up, and kissed Feng Yudie’s left cheek hard, leaving a strawberry mark.

After making the mark, Yun Jiujiu wiped her mouth with her sleeve and looked back at Yun Yiyi:

“Is he still an outsider now?”

Yun Yiyi felt slightly irritated and pitied the poor Mr. Feng.

Though not as handsome as Young Master Ye, Mr. Feng was quite good-looking.

Now, her rough sister had ruined him.

She pouted and stopped paying attention to the two.

She walked to the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion and pushed the door open to enter.

However, as soon as she opened the door, the smell hit her face, making her pale instantly. She stepped back instinctively and almost lost her balance.

“Ah…”

Ye Anping quickly reached out to support her waist, preventing her from falling and hitting her head.

Seeing this, Yun Jiujiu burst out laughing:

“Haha—weren’t you going to investigate? How come you went weak at the knees before even entering?”

“… …”

Yun Yiyi was helpless, but her weak knees were a fact.

If it were just a few corpses, it would be fine, but twenty-seven bodies cut into three pieces each were too much for her.

However, she didn’t want to admit defeat in front of Yun Jiujiu and tried to stand up again.

Ye Anping supported her, letting her lean against the wall to sit down and advised:

“Miss Yun, let me handle it alone. This scene is not suitable for a young lady like you.”

Yun Yiyi bit her lip and nodded slightly: “Then… I’ll trouble you, Young Master Ye.”

“Alright.”

Ye Anping stood up reluctantly, walked to the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion door, peeked inside, and felt his stomach churn.

Perhaps because of the game’s censorship, the original game scene wasn’t so gory.

This Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion murder case was the first plot event of the Moon Shadow Sword Sect.

He knew what was going on, but he had to put on an act, so he took a deep breath, took out a mask from his storage bag, and stepped inside.

Yun Jiujiu quickly pushed the still-stunned Feng Yudie:

“Yudie, it’s up to you! I really can’t help with this.”

“Ah… oh.”

Feng Yudie pouted, mimicked Ye Anping by taking out a mask, and followed him into the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion.

Yun Jiujiu then closed the door, glanced at Yun Yiyi:

“Hmph… weakling.”

Yun Yiyi met her gaze:

“Tch, drunkard.”