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

Day turned to night, and time passed in the blink of an eye. After the Chi Dragon Mansion incident, Ye Anping found himself stuck at a small bottleneck between the early and middle stages of the Foundation Establishment due to his “cheat.”

But there’s a saying among cultivators:

Breaking through a major realm bottlenecks rely on fate, but the minor realm bottlenecks can be cleared by relying on money.

He wasn’t short of money now. Moreover, the land of the Profound Star Sect was currently in its period of abundant spiritual energy.

Ye Anping went to the market, bought some pills and materials, and crossed the small bottleneck in half a month, and successfully advanced to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

To avoid drawing attention, he bought two talismans to conceal his and his junior sister’s cultivation, spending a hefty amount of money.

According to the swindler, these talismans could prevent detection by late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, Elder Qin, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, easily saw through them. Ye Anping found that these amulets could only hide them from late-stage Core Formation cultivators.

But early to mid-stage Core Formation cultivators who are good at discerning other cultivators’ power could still discern their true cultivation.

The main issue was that it was too difficult to guard against deception. If he had to make a comparison, buying magical tools and talismans in non-reputable shops was akin to those antique markets in his past life.

Furthermore, because cultivators have a much stronger ability to distinguish between good and bad items than mortals, the means of counterfeiting are also far more sophisticated.

“It’s truly like the saying: the higher the road, the higher the demon.”

Ye Anping rolled the “anti-spy amulet” on the back of his hand with his fingers, turning it around. However, the more he looked at the amulet now, the angrier he became. He had just inquired and found out that the swindler who sold him the amulet had already fled…

A lifetime of wisdom, ruined by a swindler.

“Sigh—tsk tsk tsk…”

With a flick of his fingers, the amulet was sent flying into the air before he caught it again and put it into his storage bag. Then he turned to look around.

His junior sister had been in seclusion for cultivation these days and should be able to reach the middle stage of Foundation Establishment before they went to the Shadowmoon Sword Sect. So, with nothing else to do, he was wandering around the market, continuing to refine his plans for the Shadowmoon Sword Sect incident and searching for a way to replace that crucial position.

Unfortunately, he had found no results yet.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a man suddenly ran up from the first floor of the teahouse in a hurry, drenched in cold sweat, his footsteps so heavy they seemed to shake the floor.

Thump thump thump— 

“Hmm?”

Ye Anping turned his head at the sound and saw a familiar face looking around on the second floor before their eyes met.

It’s you?! The swindler! The one who sold him the amulet!

Ye Anping’s eyes widened slightly, feeling a strong urge to draw his sword and cut the man down. But before he could stand up, the swindler rushed towards him.

Thump thump thump—!

The footsteps sounded like thunder. Ye Anping was stunned, frowning slightly.

What is he doing? Is he trying to silence him? He was still wearing the robes of a Profound Star Sect disciple. Would the swindler dare to make a move?

As he prepared his sword in confusion and vigilance, the swindler bent his knee and slid to a kneeling position beside his tea table.

Then there were three crisp thuds as the swindler knocked his head on the floor.

The swindler held out a bag of spirit stones with both hands: “Daoist friend! Daoist friend! I didn’t recognize Mount Tai. Please accept these spirit stones as my apology. Although the amulet is not as good as I claimed, it is still a decent magical tool. Take it as a token of my remorse.”

Ye Anping was bewildered as he looked at the bag of spirit stones. The amount inside matched exactly what he had paid initially. Although he was a bit suspicious, he noticed that many other guests on the second floor were watching because of the commotion, so he didn’t bother to make trouble.

“Alright.”

“Thank you, Daoist! Thank you, Daoist! I shall not dirty your eyes any longer. I will take my leave now!”

“… Hmm, take care.”

Ye Anping watched in a daze as the swindler leapt out of a nearby window, as if rushing home to collect his laundry. For a long time, he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Was there really such a bizarre thing in the world where a swindler would come back and apologize on his own? Had he suddenly developed a conscience?

“What a load of nonsense. Truly a strange occurrence…”

After a while, the second floor of the teahouse returned to its usual tranquility. The other guests, having treated the incident as if it never happened, resumed their activities. Ye Anping, too, gathered his thoughts, propping his chin on his hand and looking out the window.

The mountains were ablaze with golden hues, dazzling in their beauty. A golden bird circled within his line of sight, occasionally dropping a white “bomb.”

“… …”

Ye Anping narrowed his eyes at the golden bird, a realization dawning upon him about the recent incident.

As he figured it out, a small, tender hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

Ye Anping thought for a moment, then pretended to be surprised as he looked back, but found no one standing behind his chair. However, when he turned back, a girl with black and white hair and heterochromatic eyes was already sitting opposite him.

“Gao~!!”

Sima Xuanji, like a playful young tiger, brandished her claws and let out a loud, startling roar.

Ye Anping decided it would be best to play along, so he quickly put on a frightened expression and leaned back.

“Aiya!”

Sima Xuanji squinted her heterochromatic eyes and, resting her elbows on the table, propped her chin on her hands. She tilted her head and asked: “Did I scare you, Young Master Ye?!”

“Ah…” Ye Anping quickly patted his chest. “So it was Miss Xuanji. You gave me quite a fright.”

“Hehe—it’s been a long time, Young Master Ye. You’ve grown more handsome. Your face is truly pleasant to look at.”

“Miss Xuanji remains as beautiful and sweet-voiced as ever.”

“Why the sudden sweetness?”

Ye Anping shrugged slightly and waved his hand over the table. An empty teacup appeared, surprising Sima Xuanji. She tilted her head, examining the cup curiously.

“How did you do that without using spiritual energy?”

“It’s just a little mortal trick, nothing impressive.” Ye Anping formed a sword gesture with his hand and used his spiritual energy to lift the teapot, pouring a cup of tea for Sima Xuanji. “Miss Xuanji, please have some tea. Consider it a token of thanks.”

“Thanks for what?”

“The matter with the merchant who sold me the amulet.”

“It was a trivial matter. I had heard about a con artist in the market. This girl just happened to pass by and decided to intervene. I didn’t expect him to have scammed Young Master Ye’s spirit stones. I had to teach him a lesson.”

Heh… That swindler was indeed lucky. For swindling forty thousand spirit stones, he got the resentment of a Void Return stage cultivator.

“What a coincidence.”

“More like fate, since it allows me to meet someone as remarkable as Young Master Ye again.”

“I don’t deserve such praise.”

“It’s quite boring to stay here. Why not take a walk with me on the street? Last time we strolled around the street at night; perhaps a daytime walk will offer a different experience.”

Ye Anping pondered for a moment before nodding.

“Since it’s Miss Xuanji’s invitation, I shall comply with pleasure.”