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Chapter 78 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 1)

This is a world of immortals and heroes.

Wen Yan is the senior sister of the Immortal Sword Sect. She is skilled with swords, and her Water Moon Sword combines both strength and gentleness. She slays demons and monsters and makes a name for herself.

Later, the master took in a junior sister.

The junior sister is lively and adorable, and everyone in the sect adores her. The master always favors her, and the fellow disciples cherish her dearly.

So when Wen Yan happily told his master after breaking through Yunfeng with a single sword strike, his master simply nodded and said, "You have never caused your master any worry."

"But your junior sister," Master smiled helplessly, "if only she were half as worry-free."

His words were filled with a doting affection she had never seen before.

Xiao Wenyan tilted her head in confusion: Is Master praising me?

When Wen Yan slew the first demonic beast, her master was teaching her to fly on a sword. Her fellow disciples watched her trembling figure on the sword with bated breath, and they flew in mid-air on their swords to catch her, afraid that she would fall and hurt herself.

In a secluded corner where no one paid attention, Wen Yan, dragging the monster, silently left.

Gradually, she stopped talking to people and only talked to herself while looking at the Water Moon Sword that her mother had left her.

She earned the nickname "ice queen".

Then, when the junior sister came of age, the master sent her to take the junior sister down the mountain.

Wen Yan had been looking forward to this for a long time. She carefully prepared a light blue bundle for her junior sister and carried it on her body as she flew towards the main peak.

After my junior sister comes down the mountain, I'll take her to eat osmanthus cake at Zuixianju. Once she tries it, she'll definitely fall in love with its sweet and sticky taste.

This was the first time she had ever felt happy.

However, the junior sister refused her offer and went down the mountain with the senior brother.

Wen Yan still remembers the words she overheard while hiding behind the back door of the Jingxin Hall: "Master! I don't want to be with Senior Sister."

Her tone, a mix of coquettishness and playful teasing, definitely belongs to the junior sister.

"Yes, Master, Xiao Yan is too aloof. I'm worried that she won't be able to take good care of Junior Sister."

The first to echo this was the eldest brother.

"Yes, why don't we have the disciple go instead?"

This is the second senior brother.

One voice after another rang out, all saying bad things about her.

It's nothing more than those few words: cold-blooded and ruthless.

"That's right, I'd rather follow my senior brothers than my senior sister. I don't like my senior sister!"

Bai Lingling was also throwing a tantrum.

"Fine, I really can't do anything with you guys," Master tapped Bai Lingling's forehead. "Xiao Yan is indeed too fair. Your senior brother will go with you then."

Wen Yan silently flew back to Shuijian Peak, sat in a daze holding the Shuiyue Sword all night, and then practiced swordsmanship even more diligently.

It wasn't until the eldest brother carried his dying junior sister back to the sect that he knelt on the ground and begged his master to save her.

She was also there.

The master decisively sealed Bai Lingling's meridians and looked at her seriously: "Xiao Yan, give me the Water Moon Sword."

Wen Yan had a bad feeling and hugged the sword tightly: "What use does Master have for the sword?"

"Lingling's soul was injured by the Soul-Devouring Beast, and I remember that the Water Moon Sword can gather souls..."

Master wants to break the sword to gather Bai Lingling's soul?

“No, my mother’s spirit is still inside.” Wen Yan resolutely refused.

Xiao Yilin frowned, a hint of disappointment rising in his eyes, and said in a more serious tone, "Wen Yan, your junior sister is about to be completely destroyed!"

It was as if Bai Ling's soul was scattered because of her.

"Can……"

“Xiao Yan, I know you miss your mother, but we all saw it. She died by the Demon Sect’s sword, her soul scattered.”

"No, Mother still has a wisp of her soul left..."

Her voice was interrupted, and more and more people began to advise and criticize her.

The hilt of the Water Moon Sword was burning hot, and the blade, which was pressed against her body, was trembling.

It is the spirit of the mother.

So Wen Yan made the most unconventional decision of her life: to run away.

She knew she couldn't run far, so she stayed hidden in the sect's forbidden area.

Unfortunately, he was eventually discovered and bound by the chains until he was barely clinging to life.

She underestimated how much these people loved their junior sister.

They didn't even care about the slightest bit of camaraderie among fellow disciples.

The most aloof and proud senior sister trembled as she closed her eyes, clutching the Water Moon Sword tightly in her arms, awaiting death.

Wen Yan arrived at that moment.

She opened her eyes again only after watching the original owner's soul be reborn into a good family.

No, we can't just wait to die; we have to struggle a little longer.

Wen Yan stared intently, a resolute glint in her eyes.

The cold moon of the fifteenth day turned red, and in the forest where black mist rose, a girl knelt with her sword on her side, her pale blue robes torn by the fierce sword wind.

The girl's slender body swayed from side to side in the wind, yet she still gripped the sword tightly and refused to let go.

A tear slid down.

"Master, senior brother, are you... really going to kill me?"

Wen Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was broken.

The transparent tear briefly evoked Xiao Yilin's feelings for his master and disciple.

"Xiao Yan, as long as you give the Water Moon Sword to your master, you will still be the senior sister of the Immortal Sword Sect, and nothing will change." Xiao Yilin softened his voice, knowing that Wen Yan was at her limit.

Young disciples will always make mistakes, and he doesn't mind giving them a chance.

A gentle, encouraging smile appeared on Xiao Yilin's still-youthful face, making him look like a savior in the moonlight.

He was handsome and gentle, as if this approval process wasn't his doing.

Wen Yan was momentarily lost in thought.

The next second, a strong wind arose, the black mist dissipated, the cold moon rippled with dark red waves, and blood-red moonlight surged forth.

Xiao Yilin and her fellow disciples were blasted away.

Wen Yan collapsed to the ground, her snow-white hands bracing against withered branches and rotten leaves, her heart pounding wildly with anxiety.

The aura of death nearly stopped her from breathing. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared blankly at the approaching tide of blood, which was about to engulf her.

She turned to look at Xiao Yilin, whose expression changed drastically. He cast a spell to protect him and his fellow disciples.

Despite noticing her gaze, he chose to ignore it.

The same goes for my fellow disciples.

They were too busy taking care of themselves to have the energy to save her.

Wen Yan lowered her head, seemingly resigned to her fate.

Until the Water Moon Sword in his arms flew out, a blinding white light flashed, and it slashed towards the Blood Tide.

In an instant, the ancient forest trembled, and the two crimson seals receded from the mud and reappeared.

Wen Yan sat in the middle of the seal.

She looked up at the rotating seal above her head, then looked down at the vermilion dot pressing down on her body.

The Water Moon Sword stood before her, emanating a blinding white light.

"Oh no, it's the Chiling Sealing Double Formation!"

Xiao Yilin only understood the whole story after seeing the two sealing marks.

This formation was built tens of thousands of years ago by several major sects, including the Immortal Sword Sect, the Beast Taming Sect, and the Myriad Manifestations Sect, all to suppress one person—Mo Zhu.

That legendary ancestor who fell into demonic ways and destroyed the world.

"Xiao Yan, whatever you do, don't touch that red dot in the center!" Xiao Yilin shouted hoarsely.

The fellow disciples standing around didn't know what was going on, but seeing their master so anxious that his veins were bulging, they also shouted.

"Junior sister, don't touch it!"

"Don't touch Wen Yan!"

"Yeah, senior sister, stop being angry with us and come back quickly!"