The Junior Sister Only Wants to Solve Cases, Not Fall in Love

Also known as: My Junior Sister Seeks Revenge and Has No Interest in Romance

[Scheming Fox with Zero Combat Skills x Short-Tempered Senior Sister on a Killing Spree]

After being cruelly murdered, Wen Miao returned from hell to the world of the living. She had only two goals: investigate the case, and hunt down the Viper organization that murdered her entire family.

To expose the organization, she became the most unorthodox head disciple of Yunmiao Sect. She didn't cultivate, compete for favor, or anything of the sort. Every day, she dragged her junior sister from one murder scene to another.

Examine corpses, draw her sword, catch the culprits.

Until she encountered a puppet that had turned into a corpse. Her investigation revealed that it was connected to the Viper organization she had been searching for all along.

Following the clues, she sought out Jiang Chi, the city's most expensive information broker.

Jiang Chi was an oddball.

With a pot of tea and a long-stemmed pipe, he lounged beneath his bamboo hat, seeming to know everything while wanting nothing to do with any of it.

The two seemed born to clash. One had a quick temper, the other took his time; and yet they also seemed made for each other. One would draw her sword to cut someone down, and the other would hand her a knife.

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Jiang Chi's rules were simple: information for information, no credit.

Wen Miao had no money, so she could only trade secrets. But even after she spilled every last bit of gossip about the sect leader, Jiang Chi still tapped his pipe and smiled at her. "Senior Sister Wen, that's not enough."

Wen Miao slapped her sword onto the table. "Then what do you want?"

Jiang Chi gently lifted her chin with his pipe. "You."

"..."

Wen Miao thought the fox had gone mad. After all, she was a fugitive who lived on the edge of death every day and couldn't even swallow sleeping pills.

Until the day she uncovered the truth and was cornered in a dead-end alley by the mastermind. The poison took hold, and she collapsed outside Jiang Chi's shop.

She thought she was going to die.

But when she opened her eyes, not only had the poison been cured, the old injury that had tormented her for years had gone quiet as well.

And the price she paid was this:

Jiang Chi, who hated trouble and wouldn't walk even half a step out of his way, took all the backlash for her. The meridians in his prized hands were severed, and the pipe he never went anywhere without was broken in two.

He leaned against the corner of the wall, his face pale as paper. Even the blood he coughed up was black, but he was still smiling.

"Senior Sister Wen," he said hoarsely. "You owe me a life for this deal."

Wen Miao tightened her grip on her sword. "I don't have money to pay you back."

"I don't want money." Jiang Chi looked at her and smiled. "You can pay me back, little by little."

Theme: A lone tree cannot make a forest, and even the darkest night must end.