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

The second floor of the dark dungeon was eerie, with only a few blue oil lamps casting faint light, making it feel as though they were in the realm of spirits.

Clank, clank, clank—

The sound of chains echoed through the corridor.

The prisoners inside their cells all opened their eyes and looked toward the black iron bars at the entrance of their cells, knowing that they had a new companion to chat with for the next few hundred years.

Two Shadowmoon Sword Sect disciples at the Core Formation stage escorted Xue Xinghai toward the interrogation chamber at the far end, with Elder Zhuang Yan following behind.

After walking about a hundred steps and reaching the door of the chamber, Zhuang Yan spoke to the two disciples:

“You may leave now. I’ll conduct the interrogation myself.”

“Yes, Master.”

The two disciples bowed respectfully and, after Zhuang Yan and Xue Xinghai entered the room, closed the black iron door.

They then placed a soundproofing barrier on the door with a talisman, ensuring that the sounds of torture wouldn’t disturb the other prisoners on the same floor.

Xue Xinghai entered the interrogation chamber and looked around.

When he saw the instruments of torture on the wooden table, specifically designed for use on cultivators, he couldn’t help but grimace and said:

“These tools were all crafted by me.”

“Indeed.” Zhuang Yan nodded, picking up a small knife inscribed with symbols from the table, and turned to face him. “What happened today? How did you get captured by those three?”

“You gave me a list of twenty-eight names. One of them, Yun Shulong, escaped. When I found him, he had already been captured by the Second and Third Misses.”

“Yun Shulong? Yun Kun’s youngest son?”

“Yes.” Xue Xinghai nodded. “I was worried he might say something to arouse the Third Miss’s suspicion, so I had to show myself. I intended to eliminate both the Second and Third Misses, but…”

“But what?”

“But the man and woman accompanying them, both at the Foundation Establishment stage, were formidable.” He lifted his left hand, which had been severed by Feng Yudie, and said, “A mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator cut off the left arm of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator like me with a single sword stroke?”

“Did they conceal their cultivation?”

“It didn’t seem like it, but the one with silver hair might possess the Immortal Emperor’s bloodline.”

“The Immortal Emperor’s bloodline?” Zhuang Yan frowned, thinking for a moment. “I’ve heard that the Profound Star Sect recently recruited a disciple with silver hair. Could they be from Profound Star Sect?”

“I heard the Profound Star Sect’s Immortal Emperor bloodline was in a woman, but the person with the Second Miss today was a man.”

“And you mentioned two people? Who was the other?”

“The other girl used the Shadowleaf Sword Art. She might be an illegitimate child of Master Yun Tian, and despite her young age, she’s already at mid-stage Foundation Establishment—not to be underestimated.”

Zhuang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of distrust, as if he suspected Xue Xinghai had deliberately held back during his capture.

He asked:

“Two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators—shouldn’t you have been able to handle them?”

“There’s someone whose cultivation I couldn’t discern at all.”

“Who?”

“The young man accompanying the eldest Miss. He used an Illusion Pendant. Both his cultivation and appearance might be fake.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yan’s eyes widened slightly.

Although he hadn’t seen the two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators Xue Xinghai mentioned, he had seen Ye Anping.

However, he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about Ye Anping, only that he was quite handsome.

If Ye Anping had indeed used a Illusion Pendant to conceal his cultivation and appearance, that amulet might be a magical tool.

Using a magical tool to hide one’s cultivation indicated one of two possibilities:

The cultivation was too high for a regular Illusion Pendant to suppress.

The person was so wealthy that they didn’t bother with ordinary Illusion Pendants.

Realizing this, Zhuang Yan felt something was off and quickly asked:

“If even I couldn’t see through it, how did you know he used a Illusion Pendant?”

“He deliberately showed me the amulet, seemingly trying to intimidate me.” Xue Xinghai answered, pouting. “That’s why I didn’t dare act recklessly at the time.”

“He showed it to you on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“Ha… could it have been a bluff?”

“Elder Zhuang, if you saw that amulet, you’d understand why I didn’t dare act rashly. It’s no ordinary magical tool; I’m afraid no sect in the Southern Region could produce one like it.”

“Oh?”

Zhuang Yan raised an eyebrow, not taking it too seriously, thinking Xue Xinghai was exaggerating.

He then gestured for him to sit down, using spiritual energy to move a chair from the side, and asked:

“Where are the items?”

“I’ve already stored the organs of the twenty-seven inner sect disciples in the secret room. Yun Shulong’s head was taken by the two you brought earlier.”

“How many are left?”

“None. The cursed body is almost fully assembled, just missing a Blood Spirit Pearl.”

“Understood.” Zhuang Yan nodded. “You’ll have to stay here for the time being. The other elders likely know that I captured you and put you in the dungeon, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to release you immediately. I’ll arrange for you to escape in a few days.”

“Alright.”

Xue Xinghai shrugged slightly, then glanced at the small dagger in Zhuang Yan’s hand and joked:

“Entering the Shadowmoon Sword Sect’s interrogation chamber without experiencing the interrogation feels like a missed opportunity.”

“Want to try?”

“No thanks, I’d like to live a little longer.”

“Let’s go, we’re done here…”

Just as Zhuang Yan finished speaking, there was a sudden knock at the iron door of the interrogation chamber.

He was momentarily puzzled, but quickly realized it was likely another elder coming to check on the situation.

Clank, clank, clank—

With a flick of his fingers, Zhuang Yan used his sword technique to command the chains in the corner of the room.

They swiftly wrapped around Xue Xinghai, binding his hands and feet, and suspending him in mid-air.

Only then did Zhuang Yan walk over to the door and open it, revealing Yun Yiyi, Ye Anping, and an older woman dressed in a golden Daoist robe standing behind them.

“Hm?” Zhuang Yan feigned surprise, saying, “Third Miss, Elder Hu? What brings you here?”

Yun Yiyi bowed slightly and replied, “Elder Zhuang, this matter concerns the lives of twenty-eight inner disciples and two core disciples. After some thought, I decided to sit in on the interrogation. As for Elder Hu, we happened to meet on the way, and since she had nothing else to do, she decided to join us.”

“… …”

Zhuang Yan’s eye twitched as he looked at Elder Hu Tianyue standing behind the two.

If it were just Yun Yiyi and Ye Anping, he could use his status as an elder to send them away, but with Hu Tianyue present, he found himself in a difficult position.

Hu Tianyue smiled at Zhuang Yan, took a sip from her wine gourd, and remarked, “Elder Zhuang, it seems you’re in a rare good mood today. You’re usually hard to find, but here you are personally handling an interrogation.”

“Elder Hu jests. I happened to be passing by and saw that the juniors needed help, so I lent a hand,” Zhuang Yan replied, trying to keep his composure.

“No need for formalities,” Hu Tianyue waved her hand dismissively. “The Third Miss said there was something interesting to watch, so I decided to tag along. Go ahead, Elder Zhuang, continue with what you were doing. I’ll just watch.”

“… …”

With that, Hu Tianyue pushed past Zhuang Yan, forcing her way inside.

Yun Yiyi and Ye Anping followed, each grabbing a stool and taking a seat. Ye Anping glanced at Xue Xinghai, who was now suspended in mid-air with no signs of interrogation yet, and curiously asked, “Elder Zhuang hasn’t started yet? That’s perfect; we can listen from the beginning.”

Zhuang Yan’s eye twitched again, but there was nothing he could do.

He closed the door and walked back over to Xue Xinghai, holding the small knife in his hand.

Xue Xinghai’s eyes widened in panic: Elder Zhuang, you’re not really going to do this, are you?

Zhuang Yan pursed his lips: Hu Tianyue is watching—what else can I do?