The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 84

“Sister told me to let you all go.” Fu Xia gave a sweet, innocent smile, then scratched her head. “But as for what to do next… I don’t really know!”

The round little girl looked quite frustrated with herself. “Can you all still help Sister? There are so many men in black outside.”

Noticing that the rescued cultivators were covered in various injuries, she slumped her shoulders in disappointment. “If you can’t fight, just hide behind me.”

Thinking of this, Fu Xia felt a surge of pride again. She could help her Sister! “My defense is very strong. Everyone, stand behind me!” She thumped her little chest confidently.

The cultivators were initially skeptical, but hearing the little girl, they realized her “Sister” must be their savior. Just then, a guard in black spotted them and launched an attack.

A vibrant green light erupted from behind Fu Xia, forming a shield that blocked the strike effortlessly. She turned around and made a face at the guard. “Didn’t hurt at all! Blehhh!”

Enraged by the taunt, the guard lunged forward to slaughter the little creature, only for Jiang Luoyue’s longsword to appear at his throat. “And what exactly do you plan to do to my sister?”

The next second, the guard’s throat was slit.

“Sister is so amazing!” Fu Xia clapped her chubby little hands.

The cultivators exchanged looks. You’re pretty amazing too, kid.

They couldn’t bring themselves to be protected by a three-year-old, especially when a young woman was out there risking her life for them. Shamed into action, any cultivator still capable of fighting stood up, while others stayed back to tend to the wounded.

However, when they finally stepped out of the rooms, they were stunned. This was a battle on a level they could barely comprehend. Was there even room for them to intervene?

Still, some brave souls charged forward, picking out the guards who looked less formidable. Several cultivators would swarm a single guard; even if they couldn’t land a killing blow, they could certainly annoy him. For instance, one would poke the guard’s backside with a sword while another lobbed fireballs at his head.

The guards screamed in frustration, “Have you no dignity?! This is so unrefined!”

Jiang Luoyue’s group was locked in a fierce struggle. The men in black released massive amounts of corrosive demonic mist.

“Avoid the mist!” Yun Jian warned. “If it touches you, your spiritual energy will be eaten away. Once your energy is gone, you’re finished.”

Jiang Luoyue and her companions dodged with agility, but the lower-level cultivators weren’t as fast. Yun Jian reached into his storage pouch and pulled out the Floating Light Umbrella. The umbrella expanded infinitely, hovering over the cultivators’ heads like a natural canopy, sealing out the corrosive mist.

“What else do you have? Use it!” Jiang Luoxing shouted. Despite his jealousy, he was now thoroughly impressed by the Demon Sovereign. Luoyue Sister certainly has an eye for talent, he thought.

Yun Jian smirked and pulled out another umbrella—this one a different color—followed by a spherical object which he hurled at the guards.

“Everyone, get to me!” Yun Jian yelled.

Jiang Luoyue’s party immediately flew to his side. The black umbrella unfurled, encasing them and the rescued prisoners in a protective barrier. The sphere exploded, engulfing the guards in a sea of fire. The array shattered under the force, and those under the umbrella’s protection were safely ejected back into the “real” City Lord’s estate.

As the array collapsed, a bloody, bound figure crumpled to the ground.

“Li Qing?” Yun Jian approached the man.

The man looked up weakly. “De… Demon Sovereign…”

“What happened to you?” Yun Jian frowned at his half-dead state and stuffed a pill into his mouth.

“They used my essence blood as the power source for the array…” Li Qing wheezed. If they had arrived a moment later, he would have been drained dry. To the masked men, a City Lord was just a battery to be replaced.

Yun Jian produced a device that looked like a high-tech incubator. “The demonic energy inside will nourish your body. Rest and recover in there.” He then handed the “incubator” to Jiang Luoyue. “Put this in your ring.”

Just as they finished regrouping, a rift tore open in the sky above.

A horde of figures poured out. A few were human in shape, but most were grotesque, misshapen monsters. The leader looked down at the “struggling ants” below and sneered. “The Demon race is certainly bold. We originally planned to give you a piece of the pie once we conquered this plane.”

“Only fools like Heijin and Heilin would believe your lies,” Yun Jian spat back. He knew these invaders were cruel to everyone; even if the demons helped them, they would eventually be tossed into the furnaces once the invaders needed more pills.

The leader simply laughed and waved his hand. The monsters swarmed downward.

Jiang Luoyue caught Yun Jian’s arm. “Great Transformation cultivators stay back for a moment. Let us test their strength first.”

Jiang Luoyue, Lin Xi, and Yue Wenqiu met the first wave. The front-running monsters were dispatched within a few rounds. “Nascent Soul stage,” Yue Wenqiu noted.

But the next wave was significantly stronger—likely Soul Transformation stage. As more monsters poured from the rift, the group began to struggle. The rescued cultivators were mostly Gold Core or Nascent Soul, hardly a match for the growing horde.

Fortunately, Yue Chongshan arrived at that exact moment. He had rallied all the cultivators within the Demon Abyss and sent word to the Great Sects for reinforcements. Lin Xi and Yun Jian also contacted the Fox and Demon tribes respectively, urging them to converge on North City.

This was a rare, historic moment: Immortals, Demons, and Foxes fighting as one to repel the invaders.

“Gold Core disciples, get out of here!” Jiang Luoyue shouted. Against these monsters, Gold Core cultivators were essentially walking into a death trap.

“Senior Sister Jiang!” a female disciple from the Hundred Flowers Sect shouted back. “The story of your multiple partners has spread throughout the sects. I used to look down on your character, but today, I truly admire you! We have many artifacts; we’ll take down as many as we can. Even if we die, we die with honor!”

She added with a wink, “If we survive, please teach us the Hundred Flowers Sect sisters your ‘husband-taming’ techniques!” With that, she and her sisters swarmed a monster.

Inspired, many other Gold Core disciples followed suit, realizing that unity could overcome the gap in power.

Moved by their spirit, Jiang Luoyue opened her storage pouches and began tossing out artifacts like candy. “Take them all! Use whatever you need!”

Yun Jian joined in, throwing out piles of artifacts he had refined during his long years of boredom in the abyss. Attack tools, defensive shields—he had thousands.