Chapter 50: The Beautiful Senior Sister

Main Peak, Radiant Mist Pavilion.

This was the first time Ji Jiuxuan had ever set foot here, and as soon as she entered, she was captivated by the breathtaking sight of peach trees filling the courtyard. Beneath the trees, a beauty in red sat on a reclining chair, gazing at the sky, the fragrance of strong wine wafting from the bottle in her hand.

As Ji Jiuxuan entered, the beauty turned her head to look at her, a mesmerizing and heroic spirit gracing her stunning face.

The face seemed familiar, yet with such unparalleled beauty and the aura of a swordswoman, Ji Jiuxuan was certain she would never have forgotten meeting someone like this before.

She stepped forward, bowed politely, and said, "I apologize for disturbing you, Senior. I’m here looking for my elder sister Meng Jiao. Is she here?"

The beauty looked at her with a smile, yet said nothing. The silence felt strangely unsettling.

A gentle breeze stirred the fallen petals on the ground. In that moment, Ji Jiuxuan’s mind unconsciously merged the image of her elder sister with the beauty before her.

Staring in shock, she blurted out, "You! You! Are you…"

She wanted to call out for her sister, but the scene left her utterly speechless, her eyes wide with disbelief, and her voice cracking.

The beauty in red strode over, knelt before her, pinched her cheek, and laughed, "How adorable our little Ah Jiu has become!"

It was indeed Meng Jiao’s voice. Ji Jiuxuan finally came to her senses.

"Sister, you’ve recovered?" She gazed at her elder sister, utterly dazzled and overjoyed.

She remembered Meng Jiao once saying that her appearance had changed due to a body-refining technique, and once she mastered it, she would return to her former self.

"Yes, I’ve recovered," Meng Jiao replied, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Ji Jiuxuan’s ear, her voice tender. "This time, misfortune turned to blessing. During the attack by the Sky-Dragon Python, I broke through a barrier. After a period of secluded cultivation, I surpassed the bottleneck."

Was that even possible?

But it was good news, and Ji Jiuxuan was truly happy for her. "Congratulations, Sister."

Recalling how badly Meng Jiao had been injured before, Ji Jiuxuan couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Sister, how are your wounds?"

"They’re healed. Don’t worry," Meng Jiao assured her, pulling Ji Jiuxuan into her arms with a smile. "Come, let me take you out for some fun."

Once Ji Jiuxuan, enchanted by Meng Jiao’s new appearance, found herself sitting atop her elder sister’s enormous sword, she suddenly realized that Meng Jiao’s mischievous nature hadn’t changed at all.

Who knew how much Meng Jiao had drunk, but the speed at which she flew on the sword was exhilarating.

Ji Jiuxuan thought she had grown used to riding flying swords, but now, clinging tightly to Meng Jiao’s leg, she feared being thrown off.

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"Ah~ah~ah~ Sister, slow down!"

Why was it that the discipline hall’s patrols, always seen everywhere in the sect, seemed to have vanished today, even after they’d circled the grounds?

"Little Ah Jiu, stand up and look! Isn’t it beautiful?" Meng Jiao still held her wine bottle, taking another drink.

The beauty in red soared on her sword, wind whipping around her—she looked magnificent, but she was undeniably a drunken beauty.

"Sister, you’re driving under the influence!" Even someone as fearless as Ji Jiuxuan was nearly crying in fright, sitting on the giant sword. The view below was indeed splendid.

"Want a sip, Little Jiu? It’s delicious!"

Just then, the morning glow appeared, tinting the sky crimson.

The rising sun’s beauty stunned Ji Jiuxuan into silence. Meng Jiao gazed at the scenery ahead, arms spread wide, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

Ji Jiuxuan sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy from her sister—she was about to advance.

Had she not seen Meng Jiao’s closed eyes, the sight of her reaching toward the morning clouds would have been breathtaking.

Bathed in golden light, Meng Jiao seemed almost ethereal, her sword unbelievably steady in midair.

Just as Ji Jiuxuan feared she might fall to her death, a surge of spiritual energy swept her up and carried her aside.

Upon seeing the handsome face before her, her panic abated. "Little Uncle, thank goodness! Thank you for saving me."

She had truly been terrified, tears of fear streaming in her heart. Looking at Meng Jiao hovering in midair, Ji Jiuxuan felt genuinely happy for her.

"Frightened?" Nie Xingyuan, disapproving of his disciple’s reckless behavior, steadied Ji Jiuxuan before letting go.

"I’m... I’m alright." Standing on her uncle’s flying sword, she watched Meng Jiao enveloped in spiritual energy, the sunrise casting a mysterious aura over her.

Ji Jiuxuan now felt her own cultivation, which had only recently advanced, beginning to stir anew.

Calming her mind, spiritual energy surged more fiercely within her.

She couldn’t fly and feared death, so her eyes were wide open.

Most cultivators closed their eyes when advancing, but Ji Jiuxuan was different—she could do so with eyes open.

She had intended to punish Meng Jiao later, for her reckless drinking after being forbidden for so long, and for taking Little Jiu flying without any restraint.

But thankfully, nothing had happened.

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Yet, she sensed spiritual energy fluctuating within the little girl.

With a wave of his hand, Nie Xingyuan formed a barrier around them, shielding them from the effects of Meng Jiao’s advancement. Ji Jiuxuan instantly felt much more comfortable.

"Let Uncle take you down," he said. Ji Jiuxuan’s cultivation was still weak, and with Meng Jiao advancing nearby, it was safest to keep her away.

Without further ado, he took her directly down to Xuanheng Pavilion.

With a simple gesture, he set up the protective and spirit-gathering arrays, placing Ji Jiuxuan within. "Focus on your advancement here, Uncle will guard you."

"It’s fine, Uncle, please check on Sister! I’m worried she’s in danger up there." Despite Meng Jiao’s high cultivation, Ji Jiuxuan remained anxious.

"No need, someone is already watching over your sister."

Nie Xingyuan was calm. If Meng Jiao knew, she would surely brush it off, pat Ji Jiuxuan’s shoulder, and comfort her, "It’s alright, your sister is used to it."

Not only was Meng Jiao mischievous, her master was as much of a trickster.

Ji Jiuxuan had no time to dwell on these things. The surrounding spiritual energy surged violently, fiery red energy pouring down like a flood.

She quickly sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and let her cultivation technique circulate swiftly within her body.

This advancement felt different from before. Previously, her breakthroughs had come easily, but this time the intensity was unparalleled.

Time ticked by. Suddenly, black clouds gathered overhead, lightning flickering within.

Nie Xingyuan glanced at the thunderclouds above, then at Ji Jiuxuan’s position, uneasy and preparing to add more layers of protective barriers.

Just then, Qi Shuoyuan appeared, stopping Nie Xingyuan. "No need, this is beneficial for her."

Nie Xingyuan looked toward Ji Jiuxuan, puzzled, and turned to Qi Shuoyuan, "Master?"

Normally, one should shield weaker cultivators during such disturbances, otherwise they could easily be affected, impacting their advancement and potentially damaging their foundation. Thus, he was perplexed.

"Ah Jiu’s cultivation technique is different. It’s alright."

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