Senior Sister, You Dropped Your Trait

Many years later, Wu Chen, whose shining golden title read “Peerless Under Heaven,” recalled the afternoon he had first transmigrated. Smiling at Lu Yiyi, the “Sword Immortal of Qingcheng,” who had a sword at his throat, he said, “Senior Sister, you know I grew up by your side. No one could ever care for you more than I do.” “What about her?” The cold, aloof immortal maiden pointed at the demonic woman behind Wu Chen. The demoness gave a quiet snort without replying, but clung even tighter to Wu Chen’s arm. Seeing that his senior sister remained as cold as ever, while the “Sword Immortal of Qingcheng” above her head gradually turned red and the blood-red character for “sword” crashed to the ground, Wu Chen cried out in alarm, “Senior Sister, your title fell off!” My name is Lu Yiyi. I am the eldest senior sister of the Righteous Sword Sect, and I am reborn. In my previous life, I watched my junior brother die right before my eyes. The grief tore me apart, but I could do nothing to save him, and it became a regret that haunted me for the rest of my life. Now, at last, I have the chance to make things right. Reborn, I have only three things to do: Become a sword immortal, save my junior brother, and kill the demoness!