MTLNOVEL Chapter 4:
Chapter 4: Junior Sister, Mu Qingyan:
Under the night sky, the bright moon hung high.
A young man, treading on a flying sword, arrived at the Ninth Prison Peak.
“Senior Brother!”
The young man looked at Su Ming, who sat cross-legged on the mountain’s stone platform, eyes closed in meditation. Clenching his fists, he gritted his teeth and shouted, “You know what kind of person Junior Sister Qingyan is, yet you still did something so vile to her! How do you expect the other disciples to look at her now? How do you expect her to face them? Today, I will seek justice for Junior Sister!”
His eyes were like cold stars, and he held his longsword tightly, its sharp blade pointed directly at Su Ming.
Sigh!
A faint sigh echoed in the night.
Su Ming slowly opened his eyes and looked at the furious young man before him. Shaking his head, he said, “I am very dissatisfied with your attitude.”
The young man grew angrier. “You are not worthy of being the Senior Brother of Ninth Peak!”
Su Ming chuckled.
This Junior Brother was named Lu Xiaolin—a natural-born sword cultivator and a close brother to the future protagonist.
Yet, in the original plot, after entering the Hidden Heaven Secret Realm upon ascending to the Divine Realm, he was used by the protagonist and ended up dying inside.
Even until his last breath, he still believed the protagonist truly valued him.
Pitiful.
The next moment—
Su Ming casually lifted a single finger.
With a sharp clang, Lu Xiaolin’s sword was sent flying from his grip. His face turned red as he staggered backward, ultimately losing his balance and falling to the ground.
Lu Xiaolin was stunned.
He had known that his Senior Brother was strong, but he had never imagined he was this strong.
He was at the peak of the Origin Return Realm, yet before Su Ming, he was as powerless as a child.
When he looked up again, Su Ming’s calm and indifferent figure was already standing before him.
A slender, fair hand reached out toward him.
Lu Xiaolin snorted and turned his head away in defiance.
Su Ming merely smiled, unfazed.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he turned around.
“You’d better stay out of my business with Junior Sister.”
Lu Xiaolin’s eyes reddened. “Senior Brother, you weren’t like this before!”
Su Ming scoffed lightly. “I’ll give you three seconds to leave my sight. Otherwise, I won’t mind crippling your cultivation and tossing you off this peak.”
Lu Xiaolin gritted his teeth.
He took one last deep look at Su Ming’s back before picking up his fallen sword and running off.
In his heart, he had completely lost hope in his Senior Brother.
Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back, not looking back.
He then spoke calmly to the two guards stationed at the bottom of the Prison Peak:
“Bring me two jars of wine. The best Peach Blossom Brew.”
Under the night sky, the two guards pulled dark expressions.
“Getting wine is easy, but whose spirit stones are covering the cost?”
Su Ming clicked his tongue. “Whoever sent me here in the first place. Go ask my Master for it.”
“…”
Truly worthy of being the most infamous Senior Brother of Ninth Peak—absolutely shameless.
…
Meanwhile.
On Ninth Peak, Mu Qingyan had already returned to her residence.
The mere thought of what had happened three months ago made her feel restless, her eyes filled with disgust and loathing.
When she first joined Heavenly Derivation Sect, she had thought Su Ming was a refined and elegant Senior Brother—gentle as jade, as noble as an immortal.
Back then, she had even felt a tiny spark of admiration for him deep in her heart.
But after interacting with him further—
She realized.
What refined elegance? What noble gentleman?
It was all fake.
Her Senior Brother was nothing more than a shameless villain.
Thinking back to how she had once been moved by such a person, she felt nauseous.
“Why didn’t that bastard die in the Celestial Prison?!”
Mu Qingyan cursed in rage.
Her hatred only grew stronger, to the point that she couldn’t even focus on cultivating.
She just couldn’t calm down.
If she couldn’t find peace of mind, how was she supposed to cultivate?
She stepped out of her residence, heading toward the Purple Bamboo Forest outside.
Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, she felt slightly better.
But still—she felt stifled.
Su Ming had only been punished with ten days of confinement.
Once that time was up, he would return to Ninth Peak, train with them daily, and continue being the same despicable scoundrel.
Who knew what shameless things he would try to do next?
The mere thought of it made her want to stab him straight through the heart.
“Ahhh!!!”
Had she known, she would have never come to Heavenly Derivation Sect!
She might as well have obeyed her family’s wishes and gone to train at Absolute Beginning Holy Land instead.
At least that way, she wouldn’t have fought with her parents.
And she never would have met Su Ming.
But.
She refused to let others control her fate.
If she had joined Absolute Beginning Holy Land, she would have lost all autonomy.
Holy Maidens were nothing but tools for political marriages, pawns for their sects to trade with other forces.
That was not the future she wanted.
So she had fought with her family, left home, and joined Heavenly Derivation Sect on her own.
Mu Qingyan raised her jade-like hand and sent a powerful palm strike, toppling a large section of the Purple Bamboo Forest.
Even so, she still couldn’t vent her frustration.
Looking up toward the towering Prison Peak, she thought of that man—
Though confined, he was probably still living freely and shamelessly.
Her anger burned even hotter.
“Su! When I break into the Nirvana Realm, I will settle this with you! Just you wait!”
In this world—
The strong ruled.
With power, one could do whatever they wanted.
From what she knew, her Senior Brother’s cultivation was only at the peak of the Core Formation Realm.
He hadn’t even stepped into Nirvana Realm yet.
In Heavenly Derivation Sect, that might be impressive, but compared to disciples from the great Empires and Holy Lands, he was nothing.
In this world, cultivation levels were strictly divided.
The nine major realms from lowest to highest were:
Qi Refinement, Origin Return, Core Formation, Nirvana, Spirit Lord, Divine Emperor, Saint Realm, Emperor Realm, and Divine Lord.
Right now, Mu Qingyan had already awakened her third Emperor Vein, reaching the mid-stage Core Formation Realm.
Once she unlocked her fourth Emperor Vein, she would soon step into the Nirvana Realm.
At that level, she could move mountains and overturn seas, soar through the skies, and traverse the earth. In the mortal world, she would be considered a peerless powerhouse capable of founding her own sect.
She was confident.
She would surpass Su Ming first.
And when that time came—
She would no longer have to endure humiliation.
“Sigh… your Senior Brother’s actions… were my fault.”
A sudden sigh rang out.
Mu Qingyan turned, only to find that Bai Qingxuan had unknowingly appeared behind her.
She wore a simple green robe, her long black hair elegantly tied up.
Her delicate face was flawless, her mature and graceful aura vastly different from Mu Qingyan’s youthful beauty.
“Master.” Mu Qingyan bowed respectfully.
Bai Qingxuan gazed at her and sighed.
“Are you still blaming me for not punishing your Senior Brother more harshly?”
Mu Qingyan lowered her head, unwilling to answer.
“I dare not.”
Bai Qingxuan smiled faintly.
“Since you don’t wish to talk about him, then I won’t bring him up.”
“I came to see you for another reason.”
“Master, please speak.”
Bai Qingxuan hesitated briefly before continuing.
“Your parents came to see me a few days ago.”
“They want me to convince you to leave Heavenly Derivation Sect… and join Absolute Beginning Holy Land.”