After Taking a Sword for My Flirtatious Senior Brother

During a break, Song Yuanxiao rested her head on her desk. When she woke up, she had entered the cultivation world found only in novels, and her golden finger was three wish-granting willow branches.

Which high school student hasn't imagined flying on a sword and slaying demons in the cultivation world?

Song Yuanxiao's first wish was to become the disciple of the number-one Sword Venerable of the immortal sect.

The Sword Venerable was an ethereal, aloof, handsome man. He had only two disciples in his life: the young genius Yan Zhijun, born with a sword spirit, and Song Yuanxiao, a good-for-nothing at cultivation.

Her master went into seclusion as soon as he had taken her in, so Song Yuanxiao had no choice but to follow her senior brother around.

Yan Zhijun flourished his sword in a stylish move, holding a beauty in his arms as he played the hero and rescued her.

Yan Zhijun teased the senior sister who cultivated the Heartless Dao, then winked at a junior sister from the Hehuan Sect.

Yan Zhijun moved through a hundred flowers without a leaf sticking to him. He turned down the senior sister who threw herself at him, then raised an eyebrow at Song Yuanxiao. “Little junior sister, you follow me everywhere. Don't tell me you've fallen for your senior brother?”

Song Yuanxiao blushed.

Her senior brother might be frivolous, but he was powerful and incredibly handsome.

For her second wish, she wished that her senior brother would like her.

Yan Zhijun did come to like her, but just as he liked the sect's cats and dogs, flowers and plants, and fellow disciples. He only protected her, teased her, and patted her head.

But Song Yuanxiao really did like him. She gathered her courage and stole a kiss while he was drunk.

Yan Zhijun pushed her away with a carefree sigh. “Junior sister, can't we just keep things as they are? If we take it any further, I'll be in a difficult position.”

Song Yuanxiao put her feelings aside, worked hard until she became an elder, and took a disciple of her own.

Then the demon race invaded, and calamity befell the cultivation world.

Yan Zhijun paid no heed to Song Yuanxiao's desperate pleas. He sacrificed himself, using his life alone to destroy a million demon soldiers.

For her final wish, Song Yuanxiao wished for her senior brother's safety.

She threw herself in front of the sword he used to take his own life, and vanished into nothingness along with the demon army.

In the last scene before her eyes, Yan Zhijun's easy smile finally crumbled. He froze, then reached out to catch her.

But it was too late. Not even ashes remained of Song Yuanxiao.

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After Song Yuanxiao came back to life, she became cultivation partners with her disciple, who had become the Demon Venerable.

On their wedding day, Yan Zhijun fought his way through the entire demon palace with his sword. Drenched in blood, his temperament had changed completely, and he seemed cold and terrifying.

He stared at her. “Junior sister, how could you abandon your senior brother?”

Junior sister, don't you like me?

Junior sister, I searched for your soul for three hundred years.

Junior sister, I dream of you every night.

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Song Yuanxiao: Help! What do I do when my senior brother goes from carefree and frivolous to intensely possessive?

She still liked her senior brother.

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On their wedding night, Song Yuanxiao was wedged between two people, her cheeks flushed from the heat.

Her disciple kissed her eyelashes, calling out over and over, “Master... Master...”

Yan Zhijun's fingers brushed her lips. His voice sounded almost like a sob, almost like a complaint. “Junior sister, I'll never have all your love again, will I?”

Theme: Cultivate hard and you can turn your fate around.