Chapter 6: Every Move Is a Humiliation
Song Zhen’s mouth almost stretched up to the sky from all the praise. As expected, her talent was extraordinary, and even her master, the sect leader, couldn’t help but compliment her.
“Rest assured, Master. I, your disciple, will faithfully uphold the righteous path!” Song Zhen declared.
Naturally, as a disciple of the righteous path, she had to “uphold the righteous path.” How exactly she would do that was another matter — there were no strict rules, after all, so she intended to follow her own methods.
After all, her goal was to make the Mystic Cloud Sword Sect the number one sect in the world. Gaining fame was just the first step.
Beside him, Ji Fan was completely stunned. Wait, does Master really value the little junior sister this much?
Master never gave this much praise to someone before, not even to the eldest senior brother. Could it be… that the little junior sister is truly a prodigy?
Then, Song Zhen was sent away, while Ji Fan was asked to stay behind by the sect master, who said there was an important matter to discuss with him.
“Master, just tell me directly. Why send my little junior sister away?” Ji Fan asked innocently. “We’re all family here; there’s nothing to hide, right?”
The sect master let out a deep sigh, unsure if this task could really be entrusted to him. Well, there’s no option left, might as well try—since the Fourth Senior Sister is busy with the Enforcement Hall, only the Fifth Disciple can handle it.
“Ji Fan, I have a very important task for you,” the sect master said, his face unusually grave. Ji Fan instantly became serious, feeling the weight of his master’s trust.
“Master, rest assured! No matter what the task is, I will give it my all.” This was a rare chance to prove himself; he had to perform well.
The sect master continued: “This matter is neither too big nor too small, but it concerns your junior sister. From now on, you are responsible for keeping an eye on her. Under no circumstances must you let her go astray!”
Ji Fan blinked. “Go astray…? She’s already a disciple of the Mystic Cloud Sword Sect. How could she go astray?” Suddenly, he remembered the senior who had fallen in love with a demoness. His eyes widened in alarm.
“Master, you’re worried that junior sister might be misled by a demonic sect, like what happened with that senior, right?” Ji Fan guessed.
The sect master’s expression: ……
“Well, you could put it that way. Just… keep a close eye on your junior sister.” Someone keeping watch was better than leaving her alone, he thought. Although the fifth disciple may not be that reliable, at least he still had some sense.
Meanwhile, Song Zhen had no idea she had become the focus of such attention. She was currently engrossed in her training.
Having officially joined the sect, she had completed the first step. The next step was to establish her reputation among the disciples.
She had to become one of the top disciples among them—and ideally, gain some respect and authority while she was at it. Only then would she gain followers.
To make the Mystic Cloud Sect the number one sect, she needed loyal followers. Without them, her plan would fail.
“I’ve got it! I’ll challenge them to duels!” she thought. This was the fastest way to gain fame.
But… with her current cultivation, it wasn’t really doable yet. Sure, she could outlast people to death, but just standing there motionless while getting hacked at would be way too pathetic.
Teleportation wasn’t an option either. A new disciple couldn’t possibly master such advanced movement yet. She would have to conceal some of her strength.
Would Song Zhen ever be that pathetic? Absolutely not! She was ranked sixth—so she had to do things worthy of a true ‘Number Six’!
From then on, everyone noticed that Song Zhen’s sword training became even more intense — and even more… unorthodox.
Her right hand wielded the sword, while her left hand was never idle — suddenly grabbing the groin, then locking the throat, her movements were wildly provocative. Everyone watching felt a chill down their spines.
One disciple swallowed nervously and whispered, “Are we really practicing the same sword style as her? I don’t recognize it at all…”
The Mystic Cloud Sect’s sword style was famous for its grace and elegance. Every disciple’s strike was praised for its poise — the elegant, chivalrous sword of gentlemen, as the world called it.
But this little junior sister’s moves were… utterly obscene!
The senior brother in charge of instruction wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a dry smile.
“Uh… Junior Sister Song has a lot of creativity. We should encourage innovation. Everyone should follow her example and strive to improve. But for now, let’s stick to my teachings first, and gradually innovate later.”
This senior brother really cared about Song Zhen—really, really cared. No matter how many times he tried to correct her, the next second she’d snap right back to her old ways, sometimes even worse, it became more twisted and obscene!
At this point, he had completely given up trying to control her. He had even mentioned it to Ji Fan, after all, Ji Fan was Song Zhen’s direct senior brother.
Even Ji Fan didn’t know what to do. The two of them had spent that day crouched nearby, watching Song Zhen train, and couldn’t describe the feelings in their hearts. They exchanged glances, seeing tears welling up in each other’s eyes.
Now Ji Fan finally understood why Master had tasked him with watching over the little junior sister. This wasn’t about protecting her from demonic sects — it was about preventing her from becoming a demon herself! She was terrifying!
Song Zhen had absolutely no idea what kind of impression she was leaving on everyone. In the cultivation world, strength rules all—who cares if a move is vulgar or not? If it wins, it’s a good technique!
She didn’t consider her moves obscene. She was practicing the sword style properly — she had only added a little innovation.
Her right hand wielded the sword, while the left hand had nothing better to do. Why not invent a few new techniques?
Days passed, and finally, it was time for the sect’s minor assessment.
Disciples were paired up randomly to duel, mainly to test their progress.
Seeing the empty space forming around her, Song Zhen felt wronged. Why was everyone kept so far away? Was this isolation?
She looked at Ji Fan pitifully. “Senior brother~ they’re isolating me.”
Ji Fan’s sense of justice surged. “Don’t worry, little junior sister. I’ll talk to them.”
When he approached, the other disciples grimaced. “It’s not that we don’t want to, but… you know Junior Sister Song’s moves. She basically fires both hands at the same time!”
“And targets sensitive areas. If she hits accidentally, I don’t even want to imagine the consequences.” They were all proud warriors — usually unshakable. But Song Zhen? Every single move was a humiliation.
Ji Fan was momentarily speechless. But looking at the pitiful little junior sister, he braced himself. “That’s because you haven’t trained enough yourselves. You’ve practiced far longer than she has, and yet you can’t even beat her? Stop making excuses!”
“If you’re strong enough, no move can harm you. You’re just making excuses!” As he spoke, Ji Fan grew more confident. That’s right — they were making excuses!
Yes, his little junior sister’s moves were tricky. But with enough strength, no matter how tricky her moves were, what could she really do?
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