EBE Chapter 4 The Senior Sister of the Qingcheng Sect
Chapter 4 The Senior Sister of the Qingcheng Sect
One of the two surviving disciples was unconscious, and the other was incoherent and unable to explain what had happened. The Qingcheng Sect was unable to give an explanation to the two sects, but this was not the root cause of the Qingcheng Sect's annihilation.
"Senior Sister?!"
"Sister!"
"Sister!"
……
In front of the Qingcheng Sect's gate, Fei Xi smiled and nodded slightly in response to her junior brothers and sisters' greetings. After paying her respects to Elder Yin of Xuantiantang, she walked to the front of the disciple group, enduring the curious and nervous gazes of the crowd.
For this trip to Nanxuan City, the Qingcheng Sect sent a total of 30 disciples and Elder Yin of Xuantiantang. Half of the future backbone of the Qingcheng Sect is in this team.
Before Fei Xi arrived, standing at the front of the group was Elder Wei's disciple, Wang Zhizhong. Among all the disciples, besides his second junior brother Yang Xingzhou, he was the oldest and the one who joined the sect the earliest.
Upon seeing her approach, the line erupted into chaos, like water boiling in hot oil.
Qingcheng Sect disciples are divided into two types: direct disciples and ordinary disciples. Direct disciples are the inheritors of the sect leader and elders' mantle, and their food, clothing, and daily necessities are all provided by the sect. Ordinary disciples pay to learn martial arts within the sect, and many ordinary disciples hope to have the opportunity to descend the mountain to defend the sect and earn contribution points, which they can then use to become martial generals and achieve upward social mobility.
The number of people who defend the sect is fixed. If the senior sister comes, it means that one less ordinary disciple in the team will receive contribution points, and no one wants to be that one!
The young girl smiled gently and walked confidently to the front.
"The sect leader and Senior Uncle Wei have arranged for me to lead the team to Nanxuan City. As everyone knows, I won't take the Guardian Token because of my health condition."
As soon as the girl spoke, some people in the group looked ashamed, while others were overjoyed, but they couldn't help but lower their heads awkwardly when they met the girl's gaze.
With a gentle smile, the girl coughed lightly and gestured for the few who were eager to speak to quiet down:
"But as the senior sister, let me make this clear first: if anyone disregards the sect's rules after we leave the mountain, don't blame me for being ruthless and sharp-tongued. I'll only say this once, so please understand each other. I hope that when we return, I won't see anyone holding my hand with tearful eyes, accusing me of being heartless. If you don't make things difficult for me, you'll certainly receive plenty of help when we reach our destination."
The young woman's words were witty and worldly-wise, putting the ordinary disciples at ease. Most people would be nervous when their personal interests were involved, but frankly, they had always trusted their senior sister.
The lively Mo Wensang jumped out with a grin and took over the conversation:
"Senior Sister, is what you said true? Do you have any Bamboo Leaf Green tea from Zui Ke Xuan?"
"Junior Brother Mo, Elder Yin is still here. You can't lead the way in testing your senior sister."
"Oh~~~"
The young people exchanged a knowing glance and understood each other perfectly.
Amidst a chorus of "ohs," Elder Yin, the old monk, seemed to have heard nothing, remaining in deep meditation. The young woman coughed lightly twice, signaling for silence, and continued:
"It's getting late, young heroes of the Qingcheng Sect. It's time to let the martial world witness the brilliance of those who uphold justice. Let's set off!"
"Upholding justice and righteousness is the duty of our generation!"
……
Led by the girl's confident and clear voice, their unanimous words resounded throughout the entire Qingcheng Mountain.
A long green dragon meanders along the mountainside of Qingcheng Mountain, heading towards the mortal world.
Many of the young disciples participating in the righteous defense for the first time had excited and expectant faces. Some of the more experienced disciples, who had participated several times before, watched their junior brothers and sisters' happy faces with steady smiles; Wang Zhizhong was one of them.
The ranking of the Qingcheng Sect is based on the time of entry into the sect. After the Great War of Wei, none of the original third-generation disciples of the Qingcheng Sect returned alive from that war.
The Great War of Wei not only wiped out the third generation of the Qingcheng Sect, but also orphaned Wang Zhizhong. He became a disciple of Wei Chaoping at the age of 10, and suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar environment, filled with fear and unease.
After kowtowing to the ancestral tablet of the Taoist temple, Wang Zhizhong saw a little girl dressed in green with two small pigtails squatting on the ground, holding a large bowl and drinking medicine in large gulps.
She drank it so sweetly that Wang Zhizhong almost mistook the bitter medicine he had drunk before for something different from what the little girl was drinking.
Later, he secretly tasted the other person's medicine, and the bitterness brought tears to his eyes.
Of course, Wang Zhizhong didn't call her "Senior Sister" because he admired her ability to drink such bitter medicine every day without batting an eye.
When the little girl saw him come out, she gave Wang Zhizhong a sweet smile. Just as he was feeling excited and happy that his sect had a cute little junior sister, she said something that almost made the young Wang Zhizhong lose his composure.
"You must be the new junior brother. You have to call me senior sister."
Are you kidding me? Why would he recognize a 4-year-old kid as his senior sister?!
Young Wang Zhizhong was unconvinced and snorted coldly, ignoring the little girl.
The next day, at Tingfengtang School.
The huge school had only three students: him, his second senior brother Yang Xingzhou, and that little brat.
The Sixty-Four Hands Heavenly Gang Palm evolved from the Heavenly Gang Eight Trigrams Step. To master this martial art, one must understand and comprehend the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams.
For Wang Zhizhong, who barely knew any characters, the Book of Changes was more difficult than a book written in the heavens.
Elder Wei, known for his fiery temper, had been berating him for a full hour that morning. Just as he was holding his head and questioning his existence, a small green figure sat down opposite him, holding a bowl of medicine.
"Qian means strength. Kun means compliance. Zhen means movement. Xun means man. Kan means entrapment. Li means beauty. Gen means stillness. Dui means joy. Qian is the head, Kun is the abdomen, Zhen is the foot, Xun is the thigh, Kan is the ear, Li is the eye, Gen is the hand, and Dui is the mouth. Memorize this part first, and you can learn about the other meanings later."
"Is this alright? Didn't Elder Wei say something about 'a hidden dragon should not be used, a dragon should appear in the field'..."
"Trusting my senior sister is the right thing to do!"
The little boy's dazzling smile inexplicably made Wang Zhizhong choose to believe him. That afternoon, when Elder Li was teaching the introductory stances, he inexplicably recalled the little boy's words, and at that moment, he entered a profound and mysterious state. This epiphany allowed him to learn the Heavenly Gang Palm with ease from then on, encountering almost no bottlenecks.
Wang Zhizhong later learned that the eldest disciple didn't usually attend classes with them. She would only appear in the classroom when a new disciple arrived.
The senior sister of the Qingcheng Sect doesn't know martial arts, but all the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect know that if they encounter difficulties in martial arts or have things they can't understand, they can't go wrong by going to the senior sister.
The gentle and lively senior sister always manages to resolve their troubles with laughter and conversation.
The martial arts world is a place where strength speaks volumes. The Qingcheng Sect may not have a powerful senior sister, but they do have a senior sister who can make them all stronger!
*
At the Drunken Guest Pavilion in Nanxuan City, the constant stream of martial arts practitioners made the newly arrived waiter, Li Er, somewhat nervous. Especially since among the group that had just entered was a young woman of unparalleled beauty.
Li Er had lived for 20 years and had never seen such a beautiful woman.
Goodness, once this little girl fully grows up, she could probably become the Empress in the palace!
"Fellow Daoist Yin, I didn't expect you to be leading the team this time. Please take a seat with me."
"Zhu Zhiling, it's been a long time. I wonder if all the heroes of Thunderbolt Fort have arrived?"
"Ha! I thought someone was calling me. Brother Yin, we didn't have enough fun sparring in Tongcheng last time. Let's find a quiet place to spar again later."
A burly middle-aged man came up the stairs to the second floor first, followed by 15 broad-shouldered, muscular young men. Their enormous size made the entire second floor sway as if it couldn't bear the weight.
Elder Yin, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, flicked his whisk and calmly replied:
"Iron Order, let's discuss this later. Now that everyone is here, let me introduce you. This is Fei Xi, a disciple of my Qingcheng Sect..."
For the next year, disciples from all three sects will be stationed in Nanxuan City. Therefore, the three sects agreed to let their disciples get to know each other so that they can help each other in case of any changes.
After exchanging greetings and recognizing each other, everyone took their seats for the meal.
"Beautiful lady, your name is Mu Qingfeng. Could you be the daughter of the Mu Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect?"
Tie Yi, the young master of Thunderbolt Fortress, took the initiative to come to Fei Xi's table. As soon as he opened his mouth, he displeased Fei Xi's junior sister, Mu Qingfeng.
Unwilling to pay any attention to the lecherous man, Mu Qingfeng grabbed her senior brother Ji Zhongxuan's sleeve and tried to leave:
"I'm done eating, senior brother, come shopping with me."
"My beauty, I'll go with you. Whatever you want to buy, I'll take care of it for you."
"No way! Who do you think you are, my senior brother?"
Tie Yi had never seen a woman angry before. Coming to Nanxuan City was the first time in his life he had traveled far from home. In the past, everyone in the fortress would coax him, and the women there were gentle, understanding, and doting on him, so he assumed that all women in the world were like that.
He had heard his senior classmates describe angry women as "tigers," so he believed that only gentle and tender women were truly beautiful.
He never expected that the beautiful woman who had disrespected him would look so beautiful when she got angry. She was so beautiful that his heart couldn't help but pound. And then he saw how annoying it was to see her holding her senior brother's hand.
"Junior sister, let's go. I don't know where such a big fly came from, buzzing around so annoyingly in early autumn."
Ji Zhongxuan stood up, pulled his junior sister along, and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a powerful, swift punch came hurtling towards him.