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

The wind howled, carrying snowflakes as it swept past the eight people standing in front of the pavilion.

Feng Yudie leaned against a snow-covered pine tree, gripping her spiritual sword tightly in her right hand as she carefully observed the seven individuals before her, feeling somewhat troubled.

The four closest to her were all at the early Foundation Establishment stage, posing little threat to her.

She could easily dispatch each with a single strike.

However, behind those four stood a slightly taller man who was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and he appeared to be a spell cultivator.

Feng Yudie prided herself on her skills.

No matter how many sword cultivators of the same level came at her, she could handle them.

She had never backed down in a duel.

But spell cultivators were different.

Most spell cultivators weren’t skilled in close combat, so they excelled in defense and escape techniques, often carrying numerous magical tools.

Once this spell cultivator made his move, he would undoubtedly unleash a barrage of talismans and spells at her, making it nearly impossible for her to close the distance.

In other words, if she were to engage in a fight, she would have to take down the late Foundation Establishment cultivator in the first moments of the battle.

However, to reach him, she would need to get past the four in front of her, and behind him were another two cultivators—a man and a woman, both at the early Foundation Establishment stage.

If she failed, she would be surrounded and in deep trouble.

Xiaotian, sitting on Feng Yudie’s shoulder, seemed to sense the difficulty as well and said, [Yudie, should I call Old Jiu out?]

“No.” Feng Yudie shook her head slightly and whispered, “It would cause too much commotion. Didn’t Young Master Ye say that Yun Jiujiu needed to be captured quietly? If we call him out, the whole Shadowmoon Sword Sect will see.”

Xiaotian glanced at her, then at the seven people ahead, pouting slightly.

No matter what, if Yudie were to be in any real danger, it would immediately call out “Old Jiu” to back her up.

[Then what do you plan to do?]

“Young Master Ye is likely nearby. Once I charge in, he’ll definitely come out to help me.”

Xiaotian saw the determination in Feng Yudie’s eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and remained silent.

Feng Yudie gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

A golden spiritual light flickered in her eyes as she shifted her right foot back slightly…

Boom—

The snow on the ground exploded.

Feng Yudie’s figure vanished in an instant, flickering out of sight.

The early Foundation Establishment cultivators didn’t even have the time to track her movements, feeling only a gust of wind roaring past their ears.

The next moment, the crisp sound of clashing metal echoed through the forest.

Clang—

The four turned to see that Feng Yudie was already in front of their leader.

Her sword had been blocked by the dagger in his right hand.

Feng Yudie wasn’t surprised.

She quickly twisted her body, retrieving her sword.

Using her right foot as a pivot, she spun and swung the blade towards the side of the late Foundation Establishment cultivator’s neck.

In terms of physical strength alone, her mid-Foundation Establishment stage was naturally inferior to his late stage.

No matter how fast she was, he would surely react.

However, the body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was no match for the hardness of a spiritual sword.

If her sword could sever his head, it wouldn’t matter whether he was early or late stage.

Most cultivators instinctively used spiritual energy to shield themselves from sword attacks rather than dodging physically.

If this man chose to defend with spiritual energy, she would win.

That was Feng Yudie’s plan.

However, the late-stage man glanced at her sword and, instead of using spiritual energy, raised his right arm to block at her wrist, resulting in a dull thud.

Thump—

“Hm?”

“Did you think you could defeat me in one move? You’re underestimating me,” the man sneered, his eyes full of contempt. “Attack!!”

His shout brought the four early-stage cultivators behind Feng Yudie to their senses.

They quickly raised their spiritual swords and moved to surround her, thrusting forward.

“Hiss—”

Feng Yudie glanced back, gasping.

She twisted her body again, gripping her sword tightly and executing a sweeping strike to deflect the incoming blades.

Clang, clang—

Sparks flew.

[Behind you!]

Xiaotian, perched on her shoulder, shouted urgently.

Feng Yudie understood but had no time to react.

She turned again, positioning her sword horizontally in front of her.

Boom—

A burst of fire erupted right against her blade, engulfing her in flames.

The late-stage man flicked his fingers, and a golden brick flew out of his storage bag, smashing into the blazing fireball.

Bang—

Feng Yudie was sent flying backward, skidding across the snow and creating a long trench over twenty feet.

She only stopped when her feet struck the trunk of a snow pine.

Still in a defensive stance with her sword, the golden brick pressed against her blade, bending it into a bow-like curve.

“Argh—!!”

Feng Yudie gritted her teeth, mustered her strength, and finally managed to fling the golden brick away.

Seeing this, the late-stage man waved his hand, and the brick flew back into his bag.

He then pulled out several talismans, shouting, “Attack!”

The four early-stage cultivators crouched low and charged straight at Feng Yudie.

With her back against the pine, Feng Yudie watched as the four rushed at her, accompanied by the man’s talismans.

She sensed the imminent danger; the fire talisman from earlier had burned a hole in her clothing, and her back was in searing pain.

The golden brick had also dislocated her right wrist.

Clenching her teeth, she had no choice but to shout, “Xiaotian! Let—”

Just as Feng Yudie was about to call forth her Immortal Emperor Dragon Body, blood sprayed from the throat of the late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

“Cough—”

A long sword had pierced through his neck, the blade emerging from his throat.

The man coughed up blood, disbelief filling his eyes as he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

To his shock, the person who had stabbed him was none other than the young man who had followed He Longyu here.

“You…”

“…”

Ye Anping’s eyes narrowed slightly as he twisted the sword handle, slashing sideways.

A silver arc flashed, and the man’s head flew off, tracing a parabola through the air.

Simultaneously, Ye Anping took a deep breath and shouted fiercely, “Ha—!!!”

The force of his voice scattered the snow at his feet.

The four men who had been charging toward Feng Yudie froze and turned, catching sight of their leader’s head hitting the ground in a burst of blood.

“…”

The four stood in stunned silence.

Whoosh—

Ye Anping flicked his sword, splattering the blood off it.

He glanced at Yu Shuiting, who was standing behind him in a daze, then stepped forward, bypassing the headless body of their leader.

He took two steps toward the four, beckoning them with his left hand.