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

The sun and moon exchanged places, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye—

Today marks the beginning of autumn, and overnight, the Hundred Lotus Sect is adorned in golden hues. Many disciples have added an extra layer of autumn clothing to their robes, making them appear plumper.

At this moment, with the sun overhead, Ye Anping is sitting in a pavilion on the edge of the martial arts practice field, sipping tea to cool off, while also mingling with the new junior brothers and sisters.

Just as he raised his teacup, he heard a pair of senior brother and sister approaching from the eastern mountain path:

“Senior Brother, who is that handsome young man sitting in the pavilion? Why is he wearing our Hundred Lotus Sect’s robes? I never noticed such a handsome junior brother in the sect before.”

“Junior Brother? That’s the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect, Ye Anping.”

“Ah~~ So it’s the Young Master.”

“Junior Sister, stop looking. I heard from some senior brothers that the Young Master has a bad temper. When he was younger, he used to bully the junior sisters in the sect, leaving them with bruises and swelling…”

…

Hearing this, Ye Anping’s hand paused, and he suddenly had a dark expression, but he said nothing. He even raised his teacup to salute them, scaring the pair into bowing quickly and hastily walking away.

A gentle breeze blew, and he awkwardly put down his teacup, letting out a sigh.

“Sigh—how did my reputation become like this?”

Ye Anping vaguely remembered that when he first started training hard with his junior sister, the senior brothers and sisters in the sect often said, “The Young Master not only likes to self-harm but also enjoys bullying Junior Sister Pei!”

Shortly after, it became, “The Young Master likes to bully Junior Sister Pei!”

And now, it had turned into, “The Young Master likes to bully junior sisters!”

It’s clearly the same thing, but how did it change so much after being passed through dozens of mouths?

Ye Anping couldn’t help but marvel at the vastness and profundity of Chinese culture; just omitting one word from a sentence can change its meaning drastically.

“Sigh—never mind, being a bit intimidating is good too; it saves me from getting approached for conversations every ten steps.”

As he refilled his teacup, he turned to look at the commotion on the practice field, and the frustration he had just sighed out crept back into his heart.

“Sigh—”

“Help! My aunt is going to kill me!”

On the practice field, Atin, dressed in Hundred Lotus Sect’s robes and now bruised and swollen, was running wildly around the other disciples practicing swordsmanship and martial arts.

In ancient times, there was Zheng of Qin running around a pillar; now, there is Atin running around senior brothers.

Pei Lengxue followed behind, holding a blunt sword without a blade, and hurriedly chased after her:

“Atin, don’t be afraid. Auntie will help you fix your broken bones soon. Don’t be afraid!”

“Waah—no!! No!!”

For the past seven days, Pei Lengxue had been overseeing Zhuang Atin’s training in addition to her own. She mimicked the methods Ye Anping had used on her, though she left out some harsher elements like ice water baths and feeding cold poison.

Ye Anping had anticipated this; Zhuang Atin’s personality was different from Pei Lengxue’s when she was a child.

Pei Lengxue, as a child, wouldn’t resist, would only cry and beg for mercy, but still followed instructions.

Zhuang Atin, on the other hand, spent these seven days constantly trying to outsmart Pei Lengxue, evading whenever she could.

Once, she even hid in a lotus pond with a reed for an hour, making Pei Lengxue search for a long time before finding her.

One had to admit, the girl was full of clever tricks and had excellent agility. Although Pei Lengxue was also quick and skilled, in the training field, Zhuang Atin still managed to use other Hundred Lotus Sect disciples as shields to avoid being caught.

This alone showed—

“Aah!! Auntie! Boohoo—I’m sorry!! Aah—!”

Ah, she got caught.

Ye Anping sighed softly and didn’t intervene. It wasn’t a bad thing for his junior sister to gain some experience dealing with children; it might come in handy later.

He turned his gaze from the pavilion railing to the distant mountains, continuing to ponder the matter of candidates.

At this moment, a person in Hundred Lotus Sect inner disciple attire walked into the pavilion. Zhuang Hu had just finished dealing with Elder Qian’s matters, sat down, leaned his hand on his left side, and glanced at the tearful Zhuang Atin in the training field:

“Hmm↗?”

Ye Anping was taken aback for a moment and replied, “Hmm↘!”

“Tsk…” Zhuang Hu clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes, and said, “You really are my sixth brother. You truly don’t treat Atin like your daughter?”

Ye Anping smiled slightly, glanced over there, and said:

“I certainly don’t treat Atin as my daughter.”

“…More ruthless?”

“Big Brother Zhuang knows me well.” Ye Anping cupped his hands, took out a new teacup from his storage bag, poured tea for Zhuang Hu, and explained, “A cultivator’s bones differ from ordinary people. The more they are tempered, the tougher they become. It’s like forging iron into a sword, eliminating impurities. Tempering bones makes them purer.”

“So… the rumors are true?”

Ye Anping tilted his head: “What rumors?”

“That when you were young, you made your junior sister eat poisonous insects, soak in cold pools, shatter her knee bones, and dislocate her joints?”

“…”

“How did your junior sister not stab you dozens of times in the chest while you slept?”

Ye Anping’s eye twitched, recognizing Zhuang Hu’s sarcasm, and smiled:

“My junior sister loves me, and I love her.”

“…”

Zhuang Hu’s eye twitched, momentarily at a loss for a retort. No matter how he tried to argue, his sixth brother could always counter with “love.”

Strength can conquer skill, and love can conquer all, especially when this guy has more than one “lover.”

“Heh, be careful not to get killed by her.”

“Thanks for the reminder, Big Brother Zhuang.”

Zhuang Hu rolled his eyes and got up to take Atin to eat. However, seeing Zhuang Hu leaving, Ye Anping, pondering the candidate issue, decided to test the waters. He couldn’t think of anyone more suitable than Zhuang Hu.

“Big Brother Zhuang, how have you been at Hundred Lotus Sect these days?”

“…”

Hearing this, Zhuang Hu paused, turning back.

This guy actually showed concern for him?

—He definitely needs his help on a troublesome matter.

After thinking for a while, Zhuang Hu sat back down, staring into Ye Anping’s eyes, and said:

“The usual.”

—State the matter, then set the price.

Ye Anping pouted, remained silent for a moment, then asked:

“Big Brother Zhuang, we’ve been brothers for a while, and our sworn brotherhood anniversary is approaching. Can’t you show some leniency?”

Zhuang Hu replied expressionlessly:

“Yes, the death anniversaries of your second, third, fourth, and fifth brothers are approaching…”

What a sharp counter… Ye Anping couldn’t help but admire. He wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Zhuang Hu but got blocked with one sentence.

He conceded, smiling and shaking his head:

“Big Brother Zhuang, you really know how to change the topic. Sixth brother is impressed… Let’s set a date to go pay respects to our brothers and burn some offerings.”

“Heh…”

Zhuang Hu smiled slightly and then reassessed Ye Anping’s earlier question. He sensed that Ye Anping was probably facing a tough issue and needed a reliable person.

With this in mind, Zhuang Hu added:

“Sixth Brother, I can’t handle your current problem.”

“Mm?” Ye Anping feigned surprise, “You figured it out?”

“Nah, I can’t guess what it is about.” Zhuang Hu shrugged slightly, speaking candidly, “But from your words, I can tell you need… someone like a trusted aide or loyal soldier.”

“Mm, correct.”

“Hehe… I’ve passed the stage of chivalrous gallantry. Zhuang Hu is now a mercenary of the Ye family. You pay, I work. Such a relationship benefits both of us.”

“That is undeniable.”

Ye Anping nodded, then raised his teacup:

“It’s quite rare to have Big Brother Zhuang be so candid. A toast to you, brother.”

Zhuang Hu smiled slightly, raising his cup in return. Both drank.

The tea, at first, was bitter—

But then, it left a sweet aftertaste.