Zero Succubus in the Territory: Starting with Apprenticeship to the Yi Xuan Sisters

Mo Yun'er looked up at her junior brother's profile, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. In just a few days, Yi Xue's growth rate far exceeded her expectations.

But it was precisely this visible transformation that made her resolve even stronger.

Yi Xue deserves a good sword.

It wasn't just because of his exceptional talent and rapid progress; in Mo Yun'er's eyes, talent was never the core criterion for judging a qualified swordsman.

Having spent time with him over the years, she could see very clearly that Yi Xue, though young, was far more insightful and composed than his peers. Every time he drew his sword, every time he swung it, it was not for the sake of competing or showing off. He always knew in his heart why he practiced swordsmanship, why he was improving, and why he was moving forward.

"Only by knowing why you draw your sword can you wield it with restraint and remain true to your original intention."

This is the profound principle of swordsmanship that her father once taught her, and it is also the principle that she has adhered to for many years. People in the world look at talent, cultivation, and realm, but she alone understands that compared to extraordinary talent, this clear-headed sword heart is the rarest and most precious thing.

Based on this alone, Yi Xue was already a qualified and excellent swordsman in her heart.

Yi Xue himself never expected that he would be so highly regarded by Mo Yun'er. After all, in his previous life, he had always lived as an ordinary person, at most just a little handsome.

With her mind completely made up, Mo Yun'er no longer hesitated. She stretched, stood up, casually brushed the dust off her clothes, her tail lightly brushed against Yi Xue's nose, and turned to leave the back mountain. She was going to a place to get a key.

The key to the warehouse containing her father's lifelong swordsmanship masterpieces, treasured swords, and sword-making manuscripts had been kept by the sect leader of Yunkui Mountain for many years, but now it had fallen into Yi Jiang's hands.

Those were her most secret and cherished memories. Over the years, she had never asked for them back, but now, it seemed she finally had a reason.

In the past, she had no reason and no desire to touch those memories. The deeper she sank, the more painful the thorns in those memories would be. But now, she wanted to make an exception for Yixue.

When Yi Jiang saw Mo Yun'er suddenly arrive, she was genuinely surprised for a long time. The girl in front of her had changed so much.

The former Mo Yun'er was aloof and taciturn, as cold as a block of ice that never melts. She was always surrounded by a sense of aloofness that kept strangers at bay. She was a loner and did not care about worldly affairs. She rarely took the initiative to ask for help, and even daily greetings were rare.

But now, the coldness in her eyes has gradually softened, and she has shed her gloomy and violent aura, gaining a more vibrant and human touch. She has become much gentler, and compared to that sword fanatic who only had eyes for swords, she is more like a beautiful young girl.

"Yoona, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

Yi Jiang suppressed her surprise and asked softly.

Mo Yun'er didn't engage in much small talk, speaking calmly and directly.

"Senior sister, give me back the warehouse key."

These few words made Yi Jiang's heart skip a beat again. In the entire Yun Kui Mountain, apart from Senior Sister He'er, the only one who would address her as a fellow disciple was Yun'er.

Yoona... she really has changed...

She also knew that the key could open the warehouse where Yoona's father's belongings were stored, which was her Achilles' heel and a scar she had refused to touch for many years. Now, it was suddenly asking her for the key. Without thinking too much, Yi Jiang could guess the reason.

If anyone could enter Mo Yun'er's tightly closed heart and give her the courage to face the scars from many years ago, it would probably be him.

The one who could cure Mu He'er's blocked meridians was loved by everyone in Yun Kui Mountain. She was cute and clever, diligent and hardworking, and although she was small, she was actually very capable. She was Yi Xue, the disciple she shared with Yi Xuan.

However, just in case, it's still good to ask.

Is it because of Xue'er?

"Hmm, my junior brother is practicing well. I'd like to pick out a good sword for him."

Mo Yun'er was slightly taken aback after hearing this, but her answer was straightforward, just as Yi Jiang had expected.

Xue'er is really something. Having her master wasn't enough for her, and now she's hooked up with Yun'er too.

Upon realizing this, Yi Jiang felt a faint pang of bitterness and jealousy rising in her heart.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Junior Brother is Very Comfortable

"I see..."

Yi Jiang pursed her lips slightly, looking at the completely transformed Mo Yun'er in front of her, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

On one hand, I was genuinely happy for her, as she had finally emerged from years of self-isolation and obsession; on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe that such a cold and stubborn girl could take the initiative to change and make an exception and back down...

She wondered, when exactly did that little brat who stole buns in the snow become someone so needed by so many people, even her...?

Yi Jiang gently shook her head, stood up, turned around and walked to the cabinet. She took out a copper key from the inner drawer. The key was small and polished smooth. It was given to the previous sect leader by Mo Yun'er's father. He said that if he could not come back, he should leave these things to his child.

He had long anticipated this day, and it seemed that all he could leave Mo Yun'er was the sword.

Yi Jiang remained silent, her fingertips gently stroking the cold bronze key in her palm. After hesitating for a moment, she finally couldn't help but ask softly, her voice tinged with a hint of probing.

"Yoona, what do you think of your junior brother Yixue? Are you... very concerned about him now?"

She desperately wanted to know what Mo Yun'er, who once only had eyes for swords and wouldn't even glance at anyone else, was thinking about her... uh, her apprentice Yi Xue.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yun'er lowered her eyes slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

Upon seeing this, Yi Jiang felt a sense of foreboding. Could it be that Yun'er really had feelings for Xue'er?

She didn't answer immediately, but stood quietly, recalling the moments she had spent with Yixue over the past few days. When did it all begin...?

At first, she was indeed only interested in his unfamiliar swordsmanship, but gradually, her reasons for approaching him seemed to become less and less simple.

Her junior brother was very handsome, so handsome that even she couldn't help but take a few more glances. He was also very gentle, and even if she sent him flying far away with a single sword strike, he wouldn't blame her. He was also very serious about practicing swordsmanship and was making rapid progress. There were so many other good qualities about him. Whenever she talked about his strengths, she felt like she had countless things to say.

This would never have happened before... Junior Brother... Xue'er...

The other person's profile, soft yet resolute, seemed to be right in front of me; the warmth of their palm still lingered on my head; and I could almost smell their sweet fragrance.

Simply put, once you notice someone's scent, it's hard to ignore it or go back to the way things were before.

What is this feeling? Just thinking about my junior brother makes my heart tingle and feel warm, like it's about to burst into flames, even though it's winter...

Yi Jiang had no idea what Mo Yun'er was thinking at that moment. She only knew that the other person suddenly lowered her head, then her breathing became rapid, and she shivered as if she were frozen. Seeing that the other person was suddenly unwell, as the sect leader, she naturally took the initiative to care about her.

"Yoona? Are you alright..."

She stepped forward and gently patted the other person's shoulder, but to her surprise, Mo Yun'er suddenly bristled, startling the worried Yi Jiang.

She suddenly raised her head, a distinct blush appearing on her wheat-colored face. Her eyes swelled into tiny circles of panic as she mumbled something incoherently, her hands waving frantically in front of her.

Junior Brother Yi Xue is very gentle, warm, and cute. He also smells wonderful, and being with him makes her feel very comfortable. So she always finds herself wanting to spend time with him...

"Junior brother... he's feeling very comfortable..."

With just six simple words, Mo Yun'er expressed all her inner thoughts.

Yi Jiang froze on the spot, her heart churning with a storm of emotions. She had imagined countless answers, such as appreciation, approval, or affection, but she never expected such an ambiguous and misunderstanding-inducing response.

"So...so comfortable!?"

Yi Jiang was so startled that her voice cracked, and she almost overturned the table next to her. She subconsciously recalled what had happened that night; the feeling Xue'er gave her was indeed very comfortable...

No, no!

She shook her head violently, forcing herself to calm down. What had she been thinking? Had Yoon-ah and Seol-ah done *that*? Absolutely impossible!

First of all, what Yoona meant by "comfortable" might not be the same as what she actually thought. She might just mean that Seol is comfortable to be around, doesn't offend her, and is comfortable to hug, etc.

In her eyes, Mo Yun'er cared about nothing but swords, so naturally she couldn't possibly know anything about that kind of thing. As for the possibility that Yi Xue would take the initiative...

Sex was something she had never even considered.

Yes, nothing happened between Yoona and Seol-ah. It was just mutual respect between the senior and junior disciples. Yes, that must be it!

Thinking of this, she felt much more at ease. She raised her hand to tidy her messy hair and then cleared her throat slightly.

Realizing that she had misunderstood the other person's intentions, she was speechless.

Yoona was able to slowly emerge from the shadows of the past with Seol'er's help. She should be happy for her, not start overthinking just because she's a little jealous.

Just then, a figure stopped under the eaves outside the courtyard and overheard every word of their previous conversation.

Yi Xue, standing outside the window, felt a slight pause in his heart. He couldn't tell if it was a bit awkward or a subtle warmth that gently melted in his chest. However, he didn't go forward to explain. He just watched quietly from outside the window, since the timing didn't seem quite right.

Looking at Mo Yun'er, who seemed to be experiencing a stirring of romantic feelings, Yi Jiang's jealousy gradually dissipated. She had never been in a relationship before, so she simply assumed that the other person was just a little embarrassed.

Finally, she loosened her grip on the brass key.

The cold metal object lay in her palm as she gently handed it over, but it felt like she was handing over a heavy object. This key had been sealed away for too many years, carrying the life's work of Mo Yun'er's father, and was also the heaviest thought in Mo Yun'er's heart. In the past, let alone lending it out, even mentioning it would make her lose her composure.

But now, for Yixue's sake, she is willing to uncover this long-buried past.

"Take it." Yi Jiang's voice was gentle, with a hint of relief. "Helping Xue'er choose a good sword will also put your mind at ease."

Mo Yun'er nodded and steadily took the key from the other person's hand. When her fingertips touched the cool metal, her eyes lit up instantly.

A faint joy welled up in her eyes, not like the solemnity of choosing a sword for someone else, but rather the excitement of getting her own desired treasure.

She couldn't even wait to say another word before turning around and running outside, only to bump right into Yi Xue, who was eavesdropping outside.

She grabbed Yi Xue's wrist, her movements hurried, and pulled him out of the courtyard without saying a word.

"Senior Sister?"

Yi Xue was curious about what they were going to do. Although he had just heard the gist of what was being said, he had only heard the part about his own evaluation.

"Come on, let me help you choose your sword."

As she spoke, her voice betrayed her excitement.

Yi Xue was taken aback by her sudden enthusiasm and instinctively hurried forward.

Watching her running ahead, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. This didn't seem like she was picking out a sword for him at all; judging from her excited expression, she was clearly picking out a gift for him.

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Crimson Scale Blade

And so, the two of them traversed the mountain paths, avoiding fellow disciples, and soon arrived at the most secluded secret vault on the edge of the cliff behind the mountain.

Looking at the stone gate in front of her, Yi Xue couldn't help but feel excited. After all, she was about to have her own sword. It might be too early for a child, but it was just right for her.

This warehouse has been sealed off for years and rarely visited. The patterns on the stone door have long been weathered beyond recognition, the porch is covered with cobwebs, and the floor is covered with a thick layer of dust. It looks like it hasn't been opened for decades, and the whole building exudes a silent, old and desolate atmosphere.

Mo Yun'er stood in front of the door, her earlier excitement subsiding slightly, replaced by a solemn and sorrowful expression.

This is where her father's life's work in sword forging is kept, and it is also a forbidden place that she has never dared to easily touch since she was a child.

"Phew~ This is it."

She took a deep breath, raised her hand, aligned the old key with the lock, and gently inserted and turned it.

"Click..."

A crisp mechanical sound echoed through the silent open space. The locks, sealed for many years, unlocked with a click, and the heavy stone door was slowly pushed open, raising a cloud of dust. What rushed out was the rustic atmosphere of old wood and metalware mixed together.

Yi Xue coughed from the stench and quickly raised her hand to try to brush away the dust in front of her. When she opened her eyes again, the contents of the warehouse were immediately revealed.

The interior of the warehouse was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the ventilation cracks in the high windows, barely illuminating the interior.

Rows of neat sword racks were stacked one on top of another in the storeroom. What you could see was a dense array of silver lights. These were hundreds of swords displayed quietly, all forged by Mo Yun'er's father.

He could sense that these swords were not just lifeless ironware. In the dimly lit warehouse, each sword's blade shimmered with an extremely faint light, flickering on and off, as if a vibrant soul lay dormant within, waiting to be awakened.

Yi Xue stood at the door, subconsciously holding his breath at the scene before him, his heart filled with shock.

It's hard to imagine how many years and how much effort a person would have to spend in their entire life to forge so many swords that could be called spiritual weapons.

"Junior brother, let's go in."

Mo Yun'er turned her head to look at Yi Xue, gently nudged his shoulder, and spoke with unusual seriousness.

Seeing this, Yi Xue came to his senses, nodded slightly, and then stepped into the dusty warehouse. However, to his surprise, Mo Yun'er stopped at the door and did not follow him in.

He turned around in confusion and looked at Mo Yun'er with curiosity, asking her a question.

"Won't you help me choose one, senior sister?"

In his view, Mo Yun'er was the person in Yunlan Mountain who knew these swords best. With her overseeing the selection, he was sure he could choose the most suitable sword for himself.

Mo Yun'er gently shook her head, quietly looking at each sword in the warehouse, as if she were reminiscing about something.

"No, my father told me that swords are selective. The sword you have the deepest affinity with will naturally seek you out."

Upon hearing this, Yi Xue was stunned. He had thought that this was just a simple matter of helping him choose a suitable weapon, but he hadn't expected there to be such a detail.

However, according to Yoona, since these swords are spiritual, it's not impossible that they can choose their own people, which really makes it feel more and more like a fantasy novel.

Even so, he didn't really have a clue. In novels, people release spiritual energy to resonate with the spirit sword. Although he doesn't have spiritual energy, he still has the ability to sense the ether, which might come in handy.

But before he could even begin to try, a strange sensation enveloped him from all directions.

The source of that feeling was none other than the swords in the warehouse. To be precise, the hundreds of swords in the warehouse seemed to awaken at the same time in an instant. The faint sword sounds intertwined and turned into wisps of thoughts that were transmitted to him, like gentle yet urgent calls that lingered in his ears.

Yi Xue widened her eyes slightly, and after confirming that the sound in her ears was not a hallucination, she went into the warehouse to carefully select items. She didn't expect that she was quite popular among the swords.

However, the calls from all directions were coming from the swords, so dense that it was impossible to distinguish them at first.

Yi Xue calmed his mind and patiently examined each sword. He slowly sensed and filtered the ether in each sword's cry, trying to find the one that best matched his own aura. After a moment, he eliminated all the chaotic sounds.