154 Older and Younger Sister, One Month Later
Cousin Admirer’s eyes lit up. He immediately abandoned Yan Zhen, rushed to the window, and waved. “Junior Sister Meng’er! Junior Sister Meng’er…”
Yan Meng’er ignored him, jumped out the window, and launched herself at Yan Zhen.
“Cousin!”
“Whoa!”
Yan Zhen’s eyes widened. He quickly caught his cousin, held her in his arms, spun around once, then set her down, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
“Why does everyone like to pounce on me… You scared me. Don’t do that again.”
It brought back unpleasant memories of being tackled by his daughter.
Yan Meng’er stuck out her tongue playfully. “Meng’er missed Cousin!”
Cousin Admirer, still holding the fire crystal, stared dumbfounded.
—Goddess Meng’er actually threw herself at another man! Noooo!
“Junior Sister Meng’er, w-who is that?”
Yan Meng’er, holding Yan Zhen’s arm, said proudly, “This is my cousin, and also my beloved, Yan Zhen!”
Yan Zhen looked at Cousin Admirer calmly. “Now you know who I am?”
Cousin Admirer blinked, then realization dawned on him. “Oh~~~ So you’re her older—”
“—Older, my ass.”
Before he could finish the disrespectful term, Yan Zhen kicked him, sending him flying into the crowd.
Someone in the crowd recognized him. “You’re Yan Zhen? The ruthless freshman who just entered the Inner Academy last month and defeated a one-star Mystic General as a four-star Mystic Master?!”
Yan Zhen glanced at the speaker impassively, and the person quickly retreated, trembling.
Rising Star List experts, even those ranked near the bottom, were still far beyond these Mystic Scholars.
“Meng’er is mine. If anyone bothers her again, I won’t be polite… Scram!”
His voice carried a hint of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s sinister aura and draconic might.
The Mystic Scholar-level weaklings turned pale and quickly scattered.
Yan Zhen hadn’t started cultivating the Heavenly Dragon’s Eight Tones yet. Otherwise, a single shout would have knocked them all unconscious.
Yan Meng’er, holding Yan Zhen’s arm, entered the building with him.
“Cousin, you arrived just in time! Meng’er was so annoyed by those guys!”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Meng’er didn’t want to disturb Cousin’s cultivation.”
“You could have gone to Head Instructor Shui Bailan, the Disciplinary Head. She would have handled it.”
“No, Meng’er only wants Cousin’s protection.”
“…”
This cousin of his, as always, was a bit manipulative.
However, a girl who only manipulated him was also quite cute.
Yan Zhen looked her over, instantly discerning her cultivation level. “Three-star Mystic Scholar? You advanced two stars in a month?”
“Hee hee, isn’t Meng’er amazing? I just broke through. I almost failed because of those guys outside, but I persevered, thinking about how Cousin would praise me.”
Yan Zhen sighed. “How do you want me to praise you? ‘Good girl, Meng’er, here’s some candy’?”
Yan Meng’er blushed slightly and whispered, “If it’s Cousin’s… candy~”
“…”
—Don’t suddenly turn this suggestive!
Although he knew his cousin was… forward, her sudden innuendo caught him off guard. He quickly changed the subject. “Are you alone in the dormitory? Where are the others?”
“Older Sister should be at the training grounds.”
When they arrived at the training grounds, they saw Yan Ruyu sparring with a female student from the South District, a crowd of onlookers gathered around.
His cousin’s cultivation had also reached three-star Mystic Scholar. Her opponent was a four-star Mystic Scholar, a level higher, but his cousin’s aura was strong, her swordsmanship sharp, not giving an inch.
After her younger cousin confessed to being reborn, the two sisters had exchanged many memories of their past lives. Her memories had now returned.
Having been a Mystic Lord in her previous life, she had been sparring constantly to hone her skills and match her experience and instincts.
She was currently using Sword Three: Momentum Break from the Nine Swords Technique.
The Nine Swords Technique was a unique skill of the Sacred Ground Academy. The Outer Academy only taught the first three swords, the Inner Academy the middle three, and only instructors and elders were qualified to learn the final three.
Gu Tiange, ranked first on the Inner Academy’s Rising Star List, had mastered the first six swords of the Nine Swords Technique. His swordsmanship was incredibly powerful, each strike stronger than the last. Even Wen Canglan, ranked second, didn’t dare to face his strongest attack head-on.
This sword technique wasn’t suitable for great swords, so Yan Zhen hadn’t fully mastered it, only selecting the three most powerful, aggressive forms: Sword Three: Momentum Break, Sword Six: Army Breaker, and Sword Nine: Heaven Breaker. He would later exchange points to learn the complete technique, modify it, and integrate it into his own swordsmanship, creating Sword Eleven: Star Shatterer.
It was called Sword Eleven because the combination of the nine swords formed Sword Ten: Severing the Horizon.
The Sword Three: Momentum Break Yan Ruyu was using was the version Yan Zhen had improved in his past life, even more powerful.
Boom!
Yan Ruyu thrust her sword, creating a powerful gust of wind, and decisively defeated her four-star Mystic Scholar opponent.
“I concede.”
Yan Ruyu stood, her high ponytail swaying in the wind, her pretty face filled with a heroic spirit, both beautiful and valiant, drawing cheers from the surrounding students.
Yan Ruyu, her expression unchanged, was about to continue sparring when she heard her cousin call out, “Older Sister, over here!”
She turned and saw her cousin, whom she hadn’t seen in a month, waving at her with a smile.
Yan Ruyu blushed. After regaining her memories, she had become even more shy.
Having failed to marry Yan Zhen in her past life, she had become intimate with him early on in this life. Remembering how she, her cousin, and their two friends had knelt before him, receiving his… attentions, she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Yan Ruyu sheathed her sword, jumped down from the platform, and, under the curious gazes of the crowd, walked over to her cousins.
“When did you get back? Didn’t you say last night it would be another two days?”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “I wanted to surprise you… Aren’t you happy, Cousin?”
“Who said I wasn’t happy?” Yan Ruyu held her arm, her hand fidgeting. “It was just… unexpected.”
“Unexpected? What were you expecting, Cousin?” Yan Zhen, a playful glint in his eyes, leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Were you preparing to… drain me dry?”
Her ear tickled, and Yan Ruyu’s face turned bright red. She quickly stepped away and glared at him playfully.
“You little pervert! Leave me alone!”
“Oh, come on, Cousin, don’t bully Older Sister as soon as you arrive,” Yan Meng’er said reproachfully. “Bully Meng’er too~”
Yan Zhen’s lips twitched. “Let’s go find Xue’er and Xinyan. I remember Xinyan saying she’s been spending time in the library lately, so let’s check there first.”
He extended his hand towards his cousin.
Yan Ruyu looked at her younger cousin, who was clinging to Yan Zhen’s arm, then at his outstretched hand, and shyly placed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers.
The three of them walked towards the library, the scent of jealousy following them like a cloud.
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