Chapter 13: Training the Senior Brothers and Sisters
Seeing Song Zhen stepping back like that really hurt Ji Fan’s feelings.
Ji Fan stared at her in utter disbelief. “You have the nerve to scorn me? You actually dare to look down on me now?!”
The two senior brothers nearby had quietly stopped minding their own business and were now fully invested in the spectacle. Not gonna lie — it was way more entertaining than they expected.
Song Zhen quickly denied, “No! I would never look down on you! I just saw you were about to puke, so I made some space for you to—”
Her words sounded reasonable, but her eyes avoided Ji Fan entirely.
Everyone present could see right through her. You’re scorning him, just admit it.
Ji Fan couldn’t help but laugh at her guilty attitude. Even when lying, you’ve got to at least get your attitude right.
“Alright! Go home already. Stop always challenging your senior brothers and sisters — they have real work to do.”
Being out all the time really was driving everyone else crazy.
Although he secretly didn’t mind Song Zhen bothering others — after all, he had been tormented enough himself — he couldn’t say that out loud.
Song Zhen shrugged and pouted. How is this bothering anyone? She was just properly looking for someone to spar with.
As the saying goes, all’s fair in war. She was training her senior brothers and sisters. They were just too upright, and her antics were the perfect way to teach them a little about the harsh realities of the world.
Senior brothers and sisters: Thank you so much!?
When they saw Song Zhen finally start walking away, the two senior brothers were genuinely full of gratitude.
They chased after Ji Fan and said earnestly, “Senior Brother Ji, you must keep a close eye on Junior Sister Song Zhen. Please, I beg you!”
Ji Fan twitched his mouth, unsure how to respond. Honestly… could he even manage that?
“Uh… I’ll do my best, I’ll do my best,” he muttered. Guaranteeing anything would be too risky.
Song Zhen frowned, clearly displeased.
“What’s with you guys? Why do you make me look like some kind of little devil?”
Ji Fan and the other two exchanged a glance. You are the little devil, their looks clearly said.
Back home, Song Zhen was immediately buried under a mountain of books.
Ji Fan had somehow gathered an enormous pile: sword techniques, talismans, spells… basically everything.
Looking at Song Zhen, who was still shorter than the piled up books, Ji Fan nearly couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“Ahem, ahem… these are all kinds of books I’ve been finding for you recently that you can actually use. Take a good look through them. If there’s anything you don’t understand, wait until Master comes back and ask him.”
“Junior Sister, your talent is truly exceptional, and you grasp things immediately no matter what you study. Learning more can never be a bad thing. Rather than wandering around outside sparring aimlessly, wouldn’t it be better to steadily learn more?”
Looking at the towering pile of books that were even taller than she was, Song Zhen swallowed hard, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Are you serious? I have to read all of this?
She took a deep breath. “Can I… not study? I just started cultivation, there’s no need to rush and learn all this at once. Learning is about steady progress. Let’s not be in such a hurry.”
But Song Zhen wasn’t done playing yet! Sparring with senior brothers and sisters had made her famous in the sect. Her reputation had spread throughout the entire Mystic Cloud Sword Sect.
She was having fun, especially seeing the funny expressions of those senior brothers and sisters—terrified, forced to comply. It was a deliciously mischievous pleasure.
She didn’t want to spend her time buried in books!
Ji Fan replied firmly, “No. You still need to learn more, or you’ll keep getting into trouble.”
“You don’t know how many complaints I’ve had about you lately. If you keep this up, I’ll end up in the Discipline Hall in your place.”
Ji Fan had been a model disciple, never punished in the Discipline Hall. If he got dragged there because of Song Zhen, he really wouldn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Even though the Discipline Hall was managed by Fourth Senior Sister, she was notoriously ruthless. No mercy would be shown.
Song Zhen looked at Ji Fan with teary eyes, pleading, but Ji Fan ignored her.
He couldn’t be soft-hearted — if he gave in, he’d be the one to suffer the consequences.
“Focus on your studies. Take notes if needed, and ask the master when he returns.”
With that, Ji Fan left.
Honestly, he felt overwhelmed by the sheer number of books himself. Who willingly reads this much? And he hadn’t finished them all either.
Song Zhen collapsed dramatically on the floor.
“Waaah~ Why are you doing this to me? I really don’t want to read!”
If it were voluntary, she’d be happy—but being forced? That was a different story.
With Song Zhen confined to studying, the senior brothers and sisters finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No one knew what they had endured lately.
Every day when leaving the house, they had to psych themselves up, pray for their luck—because encountering Song Zhen meant the pleasant day was over.
As senior brothers and sisters, they couldn’t refuse a request from the junior sister. That would be a huge loss of face.
But this little sister’s tricks were just too cunning. A single slip, and they’d fall into her trap. Many had already been defeated—not due to low cultivation, but lack of strategy. Who even uses strategy when sparring?
From their perspective, Song Zhen was full of schemes. The Sword Sect had never seen anyone so cunning.
“Finally, we can go out in peace. Let’s hope she stays confined for a while.”
“I don’t think she’ll stay confined for long. Her talent is extraordinary—she learns instantly. Once she’s out again, she’ll be even more terrifying.”
The two senior brothers exchanged a glance, a hint of despair in their eyes.
They were starting to suspect the Sect Leader deliberately took in such a junior disciple… just to train their patience.
Recently, Song Zhen wasn’t the only one starting fights. Everyday, other disciples she influenced were learning her methods, and the number kept growing.
The elders were the most frustrated, seeing more and more disciples following her example—they were beginning to question their sanity.
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