“Why contact her? You know how weak her Cultivation Base is.”
Jiang Qingfeng frowned, his face full of impatience.
He looked at Jiang Qingjiu and said unhappily, “You know your Cultivation Base is poor, yet you still came to Youzhou City. Are you looking to die?”
After all these years, she’s still stuck at the Qi Refining stage. It’s embarrassing just to say it out loud!
“Xiao Feng, how can you speak to our sister like that!” Jiang Qingyu stopped him.
“Who wouldn’t want to enter the Secret Realm to seek opportunities?”
“Since Sister is already here, don’t blame her!”
“At most, we can let Sister travel with us so we can protect her.”
“Hmph, you think too highly of yourself!”
Jiang Qingfeng was still displeased, but noticing the many outsiders around, he had to suppress his thoughts.
“Since Qingyu has said so, you’ll follow us for the next few days. We’ll do our best to protect you.”
Jiang Qingfeng spoke coldly.
Jiang Qingjiu had wanted to speak earlier, but the other two kept talking, leaving her no chance to interject.
She replied indifferently, “I appreciate your kindness, but…”
“That’s great, Sister! If you stay with us, you’ll definitely be safe!”
Jiang Qingyu grabbed Jiang Qingjiu’s arm, cutting her off.
“Oh? Will you really do your best to protect me?”
Unfazed by the interruption, Jiang Qingjiu looked at her with a faint, inexplicable danger in her cold eyes.
Her junior sister’s inner voice echoed in her mind.
For some reason, Jiang Qingjiu felt a biting pain surge through her body.
As if being gnawed by wild dogs.
Her heart ached with both pain and hatred!
“Of course, after all, you are my sister.”
Jiang Qingyu suppressed the inexplicable tension and fear in her heart.
Even though she had suppressed Jiang Qingjiu for so many years,
dooming her to a miserable life,
every time she saw Jiang Qingjiu, Jiang Qingyu still felt an indescribable jealousy and resentment.
Even though Jiang Qingjiu was inferior to her in every way, she still envied and hated her!
Jiang Qingyu’s eyes flickered. Suppressing the restlessness in her heart, she smiled at Jiang Qingjiu.
“We’ve missed you so much, Sister, but you haven’t contacted us all these years, nor have you returned home. Father and Mother miss you dearly.”
Jiang Qingfeng added, “After this is over, come home with us. Father and Mother miss you.”
Miss me?
A hint of mockery flashed in Jiang Qingjiu’s eyes.
That couple would give the best of everything to Jiang Qingyu and Jiang Qingfeng. How could they possibly miss her?
“Sister, come with us now.”
Jiang Qingjiu coldly refused, “No, I never agreed to go with you.”
“What?”
Before Jiang Qingyu could speak, Jiang Qingfeng grew agitated.
“Jiang Qingjiu, what are you thinking?”
“The Secret Realm is about to emerge, and Youzhou City is in chaos. You’re only at the Qi Refining stage—stop fooling around!”
“Yes, Sister, you should come with us.”
“Youzhou City is too dangerous right now. With your low Cultivation Base, it’s unsafe for you to be alone.”
Jiang Qingfeng said irritably, “Your sect sending a Qi Refining stage disciple out here is just reckless!”
Jiang Qingyu said worriedly, “We told you back then not to join such a small, unknown sect!”
“It would have been better to come with us to Danxia Sect, even as a menial disciple, than to join some obscure minor sect…”
“Junior Sister Qingyu, our Danxia Sect doesn’t accept just anyone!”
An arrogant voice interrupted Jiang Qingyu.
The newcomer was a young man with an arrogant expression, who glanced dismissively at the cold-faced Jiang Qingjiu.
Jiang Qingjiu and Jiang Qingyu looked very similar, but her demeanor was even more icy, lacking the charming innocence that made Jiang Qingyu so endearing.
As for her cultivation base, she was only at the late Qi Refining stage—utterly pitiful.
"Such poor cultivation hardly qualifies one to enter the gates of Danxia Sect," the young man remarked with casual arrogance.
Jiang Qingyu frowned. "Senior Brother Yue, although my sister's cultivation is lacking, she is quite skilled in artifact forging."
Yue Wuqian sneered. "Without cultivation, what use is skill in forging? She's still trash, just like that unknown, worthless sect of hers."
"Senior Brother Yue, don't speak of my sister like that!" Jiang Qingyu protested in displeasure.
But her tone sounded more like a coquettish complaint than a genuine rebuke.
Yue Wuqian snorted lightly. "Fine, for your sake. But if you insist on bringing her along, keep an eye on her. Don't let her hold us back—"
"Have you said enough?" A frigid voice cut through Yue Wuqian's arrogant speech.
"Sister?" Jiang Qingyu looked at Jiang Qingjiu in confusion.
Jiang Qingjiu withdrew her hand from her sister's embrace, lightly brushed aside the hair in front of her ear, and maintained an indifferent expression.
Though she had no desire to engage with this trash, she would not tolerate anyone insulting the Yunmiao Sect!
Jiang Qingjiu stared coldly at Yue Wuqian, her voice icy. "Is it a habit for Danxia Sect's trash to spout such nonsense?"
"No wonder your sect is on the verge of falling out of the Twelve Sects rankings. Even a Golden Core cultivator who relies on pills can become a core disciple of Danxia Sect—what a farce."
Jiang Qingjiu's tone remained detached, yet each word struck like a needle, piercing straight to the heart. Yue Wuqian's face turned ashen.
Jiang Qingjiu sneered. "Trash should stay in Danxia Sect and not come out to offend people's eyes."
"You bitch, you deserve to die!" Yue Wuqian roared, his arrogant face now flushed with rage.
In all his life, no one had dared insult him so brazenly to his face.
And certainly not a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator from some minor, insignificant sect.
Blind with fury, his rationality vanished. Without hesitation, he drew his sword and lunged at Jiang Qingjiu. The blade gleamed like a rainbow, unstoppable in its momentum.
"Ah, sister!" Jiang Qingyu cried out in alarm.
"Watch out!" Jiang Qingfeng instinctively moved to draw his sword and intervene.
But just as his blade was halfway out, the startled Jiang Qingyu bumped into him, forcing the sword back into its sheath.
"!" Jiang Qingfeng's expression changed, but Yue Wuqian was already upon Jiang Qingjiu.
She stood motionless, as if frozen in fear.
"Move, you fool!" Jiang Qingfeng shouted in frustration. It was too late to draw his sword again, but he still tried to intervene.
Yet Jiang Qingjiu's expression remained unchanged, only her fingers hidden within her white sleeves twitched slightly.
Just as the blade was about to strike her—
Jiang Qingjiu prepared to counter, but then noticed a figure emerging from behind Yue Wuqian.
"Fighting is forbidden within Youzhou City!" The newcomer swiftly approached, grabbing Yue Wuqian's shoulder as a surge of spiritual light flashed in his hand.
However, Yue Wuqian's sword still arced coldly toward Jiang Qingjiu's face.
"A trash's sword remains trash!" Jiang Qingjiu said coldly.
In the next moment, she moved. Her white sleeves unfurled like butterfly wings, shimmering with radiance, and the sword light dissipated instantly.
At the same time, a massive black object hidden within her sleeve slammed hard into Yue Wuqian's sword.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out as Yue Wuqian's sword slipped from his hand. The figure behind him immediately seized his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.
"Fighting is forbidden within Youzhou City!"
The man restraining Yue Wuqian repeated the warning.
The stern admonition did not deter Jiang Qingjiu. She kicked Yue Wuqian squarely in the side.
"Ugh!"
Pinned down and defenseless, Yue Wuqian was sent flying by Jiang Qingjiu's kick.