Senior Sister

Sunny, eager-to-please top x aloof, sickly, queenly bottom

During the Zhouqi era, the Fengyi Sect, renowned for producing outstanding talents, had two unspoken taboos.

The first: Elder Ye, Ye Qingzhou, powerful, mad, and ruthless in battle. Don't provoke her!

The other taboo, and Elder Ye's greatest taboo of all, was her late senior sister, Luo Jiao. Don't mention her!

"Nobody knows what went wrong a hundred years ago, but Elder Ye absolutely loathes this senior sister."

"Last time someone mentioned this Luo-whatever in front of the elder, she slashed their head with a sword aura and left them an idiot."

The young guide said this at the mountain gate.

At that moment, reborn as an ordinary fisherman's daughter and squeezed into the crowd, Luo Jiao herself: ...

Luo Jiao, thinking: A hundred years ago, we were such loving sisters, helping each other through everything... And now my junior sister says she hates me! [Crying cat.jpg]

*

A little over a month later, Luo Jiao distinguished herself in the Sword Pavilion trial at the Fengyi Sect. Ye Qingzhou stopped her at a corner.

Ye Qingzhou stared at her. "Your sword techniques look a lot like hers."

Luo Jiao wiped her sweat. "Haha, really? I was just making it up as I went."

Ye Qingzhou: "I haven't even said who I mean."

Luo Jiao: "... ... ..."

Luo Jiao: "Elder Ye, whoever you're talking about, it isn't me."

On the surface, Ye Qingzhou's gaze was cold enough to kill. She gritted her teeth and spat out, "Hmph."

In private.

Ye Qingzhou, thinking: Senior sister doesn't want to acknowledge me. Senior sister doesn't like me anymore!! [Crying cat.jpg]

★ Serious blurb:

A hundred years ago, at the Battle of Qianli Slope.

As the only two direct disciples of Daoist Sanqing, Luo Jiao and Ye Qingzhou fought their enemies together, only for one to die and the other to be wounded.

The dead were gone, but even the survivor changed completely.

Ye Qingzhou, once the Long-Life Sword, as serene as moonlight and wind, became a volatile, hypocritical, arrogant madwoman.

The world resented and hated her, daring to complain only in private. Ye Qingzhou didn't care.

The one person she cared about was already gone, so nothing else mattered.

But whenever she dreamed of the empty mountains, she always woke with her pillow and bedding soaked through.

In her dreams, that person wielded her sword with effortless grace, flourishing it in a dazzling arc.

"A Zhou." That was what she called her.

Her senior sister.

★ Senior sister is the top, junior sister is the bottom. The senior sister is reborn.

★ No unsolicited writing advice. You don't need to tell me if you drop the story. (Little dog bows.)

★ The completed modern-set girls' love novel next door, A Colorless Dream: a little madness for fun, a darkly popular actress x a cool, unworldly director.

Thorn Birds: a canary/black swan x a cool, sickly, mad beauty, an irresistibly glamorous star x an arrogant businessman.

★ Historical girls' love novel coming soon: Pagoda Edict

You Fusang practices sinister techniques that feed on human hearts, earning endless infamy as she falls into demonic ways.

Yet no matter how fiercely people curse her, none dare call her a villain after crossing swords with her.

Because she is the leader of the unorthodox path, capable of taking ten thousand lives with a flick of her finger.

And this flamboyant woman once spent a long time longing for someone: her former junior sister, Yan Rushi, the most spoiled young sect leader of the righteous Yan Sect.

2.

Years later, the world changed. The Yan Sect was in dire straits, its vast domain on the verge of collapse.

Yan Rushi sought out You Fusang of her own accord.

Before the Pagoda Hall, the beauty had shed her clothes, standing completely naked, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

You Fusang looked down at her, her gaze tracing every inch of her body. "Are you feeling wronged, junior sister? We can just forget it."

"N-no, I'm not wronged." Yan Rushi lifted her eyes. "Please show me mercy, Sect Leader. I only ask that you remember the old ties between our sects and save them..."

You Fusang concealed her sigh, fell silent for a long while, then murmured, "Very well."

The beauty was in her arms, and her long-cherished wish had come true. But You Fusang forgot that ever since Yan Rushi entered the Pagoda Hall, she had never once called her senior sister.

3.

Many years later, a romantic tale spread through the martial world: the young leader of the Yan Sect had offered herself to a demon, biding her time until she could seize the opportunity to annihilate the demon and her lair.

And so the demon died, the Pagoda Hall vanished from the world, and the Yan Sect's grand red gates stood in glory.

But one detail was left out: at the end of the siege, Yan Rushi turned her back on the righteous path. She resolutely lifted the demon, whose powers had been lost, and shielded her with her own body.

At the time, Junior Sister Yan clutched the dying You Fusang, her eyes full of tears as she protested, "Senior sister, those schemes with the infiltrators were someone else's idea. I never meant to hurt you. My feelings for you are sincere."

Flames blazed through the Pagoda Hall. You Fusang looked at her coldly, her eyes lifeless. "Junior sister... how am I supposed to believe your sincerity?"

*After you repent, I no longer believe in your sincerity.

*World-weary demon x her little peacock of a junior sister. The senior sister is the top.

Theme: Stand firm in fierce winds, and make your way through abundant blossoms.