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

On the sword rack in the far corner of the warehouse, a most domineering and fiery will crashed into his heart, far more powerful than any other sword.

The feeling is much stronger.

Yi Xue's steps were involuntarily drawn by that thought, and she walked straight to the corner.

It was a short sword wrapped in layers of thick black cloth, completely concealing its shape and making it inconspicuous compared to the other swords that tried to display their sharpness before him.

Although it is called a short sword, its shape is closer to that of a short knife, with a compact blade that conceals a sharp edge.

Yi Xue raised her hand and stroked the rough strip of cloth, then slowly peeled off the layers of cloth wrapped around it. As the last layer of black cloth fell off, a sharp, crimson light suddenly shone.

The sword, its crimson blade clear and bright like solidified fire, instantly engulfed the entire warehouse with its intense heat. A sharp, menacing aura swept over the intruder, and the dormant soul within the sword awakened completely at that moment. A silent roar resounded in his ears, carrying endless restlessness and longing, urging him again and again, hoping that the sword would take him away from this prison that had been sealed for so many years.

Upon seeing this scene, Mo Yun'er, who was standing at the door, widened her amber eyes instantly, her face filled with astonishment and surprise.

She walked to a corner of the warehouse, her eyes sweeping over a row of wooden crates against the wall. After rummaging through them for a while, she finally found what she was looking for: her father's sword-making notes.

Soon, she found the record of the crimson dagger in her notes. She never expected that her junior brother would choose this one.

Mo Yun'er was silent for a while, then slowly stepped forward, looked at the crimson short blade in Yi Xue's hand, and explained softly.

"This sword is called Crimson Scale."

"The sword's material is an extremely rare ether crystal. This ether crystal can only be formed in extreme environments with high temperature and pressure. It is a one-in-a-million material for forging swords, and there is not a second piece of it in the entire Lemnian Hollow."

Mo Yun'er flipped through the notes in her hand and slowly recounted the past of this short blade.

Back then, the previous leader of Yunkui Mountain accidentally entered a strangely shaped cave during a mission. There, she used the Qingming Sword to kill a powerful crimson dragon-shaped ether. By chance, she found this peerless sword material and gave it to her father after the mission was over.

In order to fully understand the properties of this crystal, her father spent years pondering and refining it day and night, trying to use this crystal in combination with other materials to create an unparalleled sword.

No matter how he tried, the crystal refused to fuse with other materials; the other sword materials would be burned to ashes by the surrounding flames before they could be integrated into the crystal.

Finally, he realized that since he couldn't improve the toughness of the crystal with other materials, he should refine it to the extreme. However, this crystal was too rare, and the losses during the experiment were enormous. By the time he had fully understood the characteristics of the crystal, the remaining materials were only enough to forge a short blade.

Even more astonishingly, the remnant soul of that dragon-shaped ethereal skeleton was seemingly sealed within this short sword.

"When an ordinary cultivator grasps the Crimson Scale, the scorching etheric aura will burn his meridians in an instant. Not only that, the user's will will also be disturbed by the brutal will of the dragon soul within the sword. If he does not seek medical treatment in time to alleviate the problem, the user's body may even be engulfed in flames of ignorance."

It is precisely because of this fatal flaw that, for so many years, no one in the sect has dared to touch the Crimson Scale, and it has been sealed in the warehouse for years, left to gather dust and slumber.

At this point, Mo Yun'er's tone became serious, and she looked at Yi Xue beside her with concern.

But the scene before my eyes was completely different from what was described in the records.

Chapter Fifty-Seven Dreaming

At this moment, Yi Xue held the Crimson Scale firmly in his palm, but he showed no signs of being burned, and his breathing did not fluctuate at all.

Even though the short blade in his hand was radiating heat, it was always steadily insulated by an invisible layer of cold air, preventing it from harming his skin and meridians in the slightest.

To confirm her suspicions, Yi Xue subtly activated the power of the Dragon Ice, and her palm was immediately covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.

Then, a wisp of extremely faint icy white mist quietly overflowed from his palm, turning into threads that wrapped around the crimson sword. Ice and fire, two completely opposite forces, collided at this moment, but instead of erupting into a fierce conflict, they entered a wonderfully balanced symbiotic state.

The violent heat waves surging on the surface of the crimson scales were instantly soothed, and the noise inside the sword, like the roar of a dragon, gradually disappeared. The crimson scales, which could have been called a ferocious weapon, became extremely docile at this moment, trembling slightly in his hand, full of submission and attachment.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yun'er's last trace of worry completely disappeared, and she felt completely at ease.

She didn't know what had happened, only that her junior brother had found a suitable sword for him.

Mo Yun'er stood aside, watching the scene of the person and the sword coexisting and merging together, a faint smile spreading across her eyes, and said with emotion.

"Junior brother, do you like it?"

The crimson blade of the sword, Chi Lin, gleamed with red light and rested obediently in Yi Xue's hand. Its sharpness, dormant for many years, was finally awakened today.

"Yes, thank you, senior sister."

Yi Xue gently stroked the slightly cool blade in her hand, her eyes filled with joy. At the same time, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her Dragon Ice sword was just the right counter to this vicious blade. Otherwise, this peerless sword she had obtained would probably have become a hot potato.

However, since the Red Scale Sword was unsheathed, it would be somewhat inconvenient to carry. The two had no choice but to temporarily wrap the sword in black cloth. As for the sheath issue, the system said it would take care of it.

Now that they had chosen their swords, it was time for the two to leave. Looking at the warehouse full of spirit swords behind them, Yi Xue felt that there would be a chance to meet again in the future.

Such an excellent weapon should not be buried here, at least that's what he thought.

That night, Yi Xue returned to his room with aches and pains all over his body. The reason was that as soon as he obtained the Crimson Scale, Mo Yun'er immediately asked him to spar. Yi Xue, who was excited, naturally did not refuse. Mo Yun'er was obviously even more excited than him. As a result, he was severely beaten by Mo Yun'er, who had just unleashed her full power and could not stop herself.

The Crimson Scale is a fine sword, that much is certain, but it is unrealistic to expect to bridge the huge gap in strength with just one weapon.

Having figured this out, Yi Xue quickly fell asleep, but Yi Xuan in the next room did not sleep soundly.

Tonight, she wore only a thin, plain-colored nightgown, the fabric barely covering her upper body, revealing her slender, jade-like legs, without a trace of excess fat. A hint of pink peeked out from under the hem of the top, showing that even at her age, Yi Xuan maintained a cute style in her choice of underwear.

Yi Xuan frowned, turned over restlessly in her sleep, and then seemed to feel uncomfortable in this position, so she returned to lying flat. The buttons on her pajamas, which had been slightly loosened by her movements, were now completely off.

Below her pale pink collarbone, large expanses of fair skin were exposed, gleaming with a delicate, porcelain-like luster under the cool moonlight. Her ample breasts rose and fell slightly with her breath. Incredibly, in just a few short days, Yi Xuan, who was still a young girl, had grown at a rate that was already on par with her older sister Yi Jiang, and even showed signs of surpassing her.

The boundary between the pink lace bra and her soft flesh became blurred, the large cup was stretched to its limit, and even a shallow mark was left on the edge.

Yi Xuan had another dream. Although it wasn't a nightmare, calling it a pleasant dream wouldn't be quite right either.

Most of the time, she dreams of fragmented scenes from her childhood. From childhood to adulthood, it seems that her world has always only had Yi Jiang.

My sister is the best sister in the world. No matter what happens, as long as my sister is there, everything will be alright.

When my older sister was little, her hair wasn't as long as it is now. It barely reached her shoulders, and when she tied it up, the ends would occasionally brush against the back of her neck. Every time my sister followed behind me, she would stare blankly at those ends of her hair.

Sometimes I can't help but reach out and gently pinch her head, and my sister doesn't get angry. She just smiles and gently pats her little head.

I was young and didn't understand things back then. I always insisted that my older sister carry me. My sister carried me along a very long mountain road. When I felt cold while lying on my sister's back, I would bury my face in my sister's neck and smell my sister's scent, a gentle scent like sunshine.

After each practice session, her older sister would always save her a char siu bao (barbecued pork bun), sometimes leaving her covered in dust and dirt. She knew it was something she'd snatched from other children.

She was useless; she could never win against the other children. But her older sister was different. She was amazing; she could always grab one more than the other child and would always give her the bigger half. The char siu bao was delicious, but the char siu bao she ate with her sister was the best. Her sister's char siu bao was the best in the world, and her sister was the best sister in the world.

It should have been a beautiful memory, but every time she thinks about it, her heart aches like it's being stabbed. Why...why is she so...afraid?

"Are you cold? Silly boy, if you're hungry, just tell your sister, and she'll definitely get you something delicious."

"Listen to your master's words, practice martial arts and study diligently, and don't make him angry every day."

"This is a return gift for your birthday present. Here, let me help you put it on."

"...Yi Xuan, you sisters are very talented. If you cultivate diligently, perhaps one day you will be able to inherit the Azure Sea Sword. With that power, you..."

Their master said that the Azure Sea Sword is a weapon to protect everyone, and with this power, they can help even more people...

This is how it should be... Master is the most deceitful master in the world...

Master has passed away because of the overuse of the Qingming Sword. The Qingming Sword was not only a weapon to protect everyone, but also a curse that devoured its user.

Throughout history, all wielders of the Azure Sea Sword have been stripped of their five senses and memories, becoming crippled. However, Yun Kui Mountain needs its power, and it is Yun Kui Mountain's responsibility to control the Azure Sea Sword and use its power to protect the world.

If only... she were the one chosen by the Azure Nether Sword...

"Since the Azure Sea Sword has chosen me, I cannot shirk this responsibility."

"Don't worry, as long as I think of you, I won't do anything foolish."

"Yi Xuan..."

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The object of my dream... How could it be him?!

"...Yi Xuan..."

"Sister...no, no, don't go!!"

Past memories shattered one by one. Yi Xuan reached out to grasp those fragments, trying to piece the memories back together, but it was all in vain. The world of dreams gradually dimmed.

Only one spot still shimmered with light, and that was her greatest nightmare. She saw... the light emanating from the Azure Sea Sword gradually engulfing her sister's figure, leaving only an echoing void.

After devouring her sister, the Azure Sea Sword seemed unsatisfied, its blade trembling slightly as if searching for its next prey.

"No...don't hurt anyone else, let me do it...!!"

Yi Xuan shouted loudly, and the next second, the Qingming Sword seemed to hear her call, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards her, its blade pointing straight at her heart.

"If someone has to bear this curse, then let it be me..."

But the Azure Sea Sword did not go as she wished. It passed straight through Yi Xuan's body as if it were air. Behind her were countless disciples of Yun Kui Mountain, as well as all sorts of people whose names she could not recall.

"no, do not want……"

Yi Xuan watched the scene before her in despair, seeing those she cared about, those innocent people, become victims of the Azure Nether Sword. No matter how she tried to stop it, the Azure Nether Sword's trajectory remained unchanged. She was powerless to do anything about it.

Then, after doing all this, the Qingming Sword shattered into pieces in mid-air, and those pieces turned into fluttering pieces of paper, one of which flew right past her.

She could see the contents of the piece of paper clearly; it was an idea, a vision she and her sister had for the future.

It is a special talisman technique, different from other techniques of Yunkui Mountain. Although it is still in its infancy, once it is perfected, it can give the user unimaginable power. With this, they can protect all living beings even without using the Qingming Sword. With it, Yunkui Mountain can choose another path.

Yi Xuan raised her hand and clenched the torn paper tightly in her palm. She wanted to tear it up and vent her dissatisfaction and anger, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just held the manuscript tightly, as if she wanted to hold on to something she couldn't hold on to.

But now that we've lost what we wanted to protect, it's lost its meaning.

Then, the dream changed.

The next second, she appeared outside the bathroom door, which was ajar, with dim light shining from inside.

The sudden change of scenery caught Yi Xuan off guard. She gently placed her hand on the wooden door, her unease urging her not to open it, but she couldn't stop herself, like a robot performing a fixed action.

Then she saw it, saw the scene from that night, so clear it was as if it had happened yesterday. Two familiar figures were embracing in the hazy mist, with sounds that made her blush occasionally. She saw her sister's face through the crack in the door. Her red eyes were so gentle they seemed to melt away, and her lips were slightly parted, her breath like a thin mist in the dim light.

She stood quietly outside the door, her hands and feet stiff and her body ice-cold, but an inappropriate blush appeared on her cheeks because of the scene before her.

She could have ended it all with a simple push of the door, but in the end she did nothing. She just stood there quietly and watched the whole thing unfold.

Then she fled, scrambling back to her room, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket. Though she was freezing, her face felt burning hot.

In her dream, she repeatedly told herself: the scene in the bathroom was just an illusion, but was it really true?

In the days that followed, she pretended to be calm and interacted with the people around her as usual. In Yi Jiang's eyes, she was a sensible younger sister, while in Yi Xue's eyes, she was a somewhat difficult master to get along with.

Everything seemed unchanged, but only she knew that some things, once seen, could never be the same again.

She began to dream, and in her dreams, she often heard her sister's delicate moans and the boy's soft yet heavy breathing.

Those voices were like an unsolvable curse, haunting her heart day and night, causing her great distress.

Countless nights, she would repeatedly ask herself in her dreams, what should she do?

As the younger sister, she seems to have no right to criticize or interfere with anyone.

No one understood the heavy burden on Yi Jiang's shoulders better than her, her younger sister. As the sect leader of Yun Kui Mountain and the heir to the Qingming Sword, the honor and disgrace of the sect rested entirely on her shoulders.

One must not slacken one's efforts day after day.

To protect the mountain gate and safeguard everyone, he still drew his sword and fought without hesitation countless times, even knowing that using the Qingming Sword would harm him.

Yi Xuan always wanted to share the burden with her sister.

She studied secret arts and talismans day and night, trying to find a way to break the Azure Sea Sword, but all her efforts seemed to be in vain.

She could only watch helplessly as her sister's body deteriorated day by day, her five senses gradually declined, and her vision and hearing would occasionally become blurry and malfunction. She was powerless to do anything about it, and that deep sense of powerlessness almost crushed her.

It wasn't until Yixue appeared that things seemed to slowly start to get better.

His arrival added a touch of vibrancy to their gloomy and dull lives, and Yi Jiang, who had been frowning all day, gradually began to smile again.

Not only that, her physical condition also seemed to be improving visibly. The symptoms of the Qingming Sword's erosion seemed to have suddenly weakened. In addition, Senior Sister He'er's old meridian ailment and Junior Sister Yun'er's reluctance to communicate with others, these long-standing problems were all resolved one by one because of Yi Xue's presence.

Xue'er's arrival was like a ray of warm sunshine, shining into the long-standing gloom of Yunyan Mountain and injecting new vitality into their monotonous and burdensome lives.

Yi Xuan knew in her heart that ignoring the secret between the two of them was perhaps the most rational and correct choice for the sake of her sister and the others.

Even if she could articulate her reasoning clearly, it couldn't dispel the frustration in her heart.

It felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her heart, so heavy that she could hardly breathe. The recurring dream kept playing out the scene of her sister and Xue'er's intimacy in her mind. The details became clearer with each replay of the dream, but the depression in her heart grew heavier and heavier.

How much longer can she keep this secret? she wondered.

Then, the dream changed again.

It was still the familiar bathroom, still the dim and ambiguous atmosphere, but the person entangled with Yi Xue in her dream was no longer Yi Jiang, but her... Yi Xuan!

Chapter Fifty-Nine: When the Dream Ends

"Ugh... Xue'er, no... We're master and disciple... we're..."

Yi Xuan was completely dumbfounded. Originally an observer, she suddenly became an experiencer in the dream. But dreams are so unpredictable and illogical that she even unconsciously uttered lines she would never have thought of.

In her dream, Yi Xue was pressed against Yi Xuan, her warm lips falling like raindrops on her face and lips. Even though she had only seen it from afar, she could clearly imagine the taste of that kiss. It must have been a very sweet taste, otherwise her sister wouldn't have made that expression.

She raised her hand and placed it on the other person's small chest, trying to push him away, but for some reason, she couldn't muster any strength in her hand. Not only that, but even the bones in her body felt soft, and she felt like she was melting.